#grumpy universe

[enwoso]

who she runs to | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request⚽️

grumpy masterlist

the late-afternoon sun painted the youth pitch in warm gold as little feet pounded across the grass. you, in your slightly-too-big kit with the number '19' taped onto the back, was a whirlwind of energy and cheeky grins.

on the sideline, alessia, leah, and a handful of the arsenal girls had formed an informal cheering squad, snacks and water bottles at the ready.

"go on, tiny girl!" beth hollered, cupping her hands around her mouth as they cheered for you as you ran down the pitch.

"she's got more control than you, less," katie teased, nudging alessia slightly as they rested against the barrier.

"hey, i taught her everything she knows," alessia shot back smugly, a few of the girls humming.

leah laughed. "you mean how to do a step-over and immediately trip?"

"still counts as some sort of flair."

lotte stood behind them, filming on her phone. "this better go viral. i can see it, 'tiny sends opposition to the shops.'"

you, who was clearly fueled by all the attention, zoomed toward goal and toe-poked it into the bottom corner. as the final whistle blew, you threw her arms in the air like you'd just won the world cup.

all eyes were on her, but one pair of eyes watched from a distance harrison, standing behind a few rows back, out of direct sight his arms crossed with a small smile of pride on his face. he hadn't made his presence known yet.

the kids scattered after the whistle, some toward their parents, others toward the post-match oranges. but you?

your eyes locked on your mama like a magnet. "MMAAMMA!" you shrieked, sprinting at full speed.

leah crouched instinctively, arms open. "c'mere, lil superstar!"

you launched yourself at your mama and leah caught you, lifting you high and spinning you. you screamed with laughter, clinging to her neck.

"i saw your goal! that finish, oh it was lovely!" leah said, grinning her entire body filled with pride.

"you think it was good?"

"better than mummy's at the euros."

"yes! but not the back heel though-" you beamed, soaking up the praise.

leah slung you over one shoulder piggyback-style, and you giggled, playing with the ends of leah's ponytail. "you're my horsey now."

"you got it, angel. princess pony service."

beth leaned in. "oi, tiny, what about the rest of us? don't we get post-match hugs? we helped with the cheering too!"

you peeked out from leah's shoulder. "maaaaybe. if you bring me ice cream." you grinned pointing at the ice cream van that was in the car park, people already queuing in the warm afternoon sun.

"blackmail," katie muttered, impressed.

meanwhile, harrison approached, the laughter and affection around leah and you making his chest tighten.

he cleared his throat as he reached alessia. "hey."

alessia turned, eyebrows lifting, slightly startled by his presence. she hadn't seen or heard from him in a solid two weeks. "didn't know you were coming."

"i wanted to see her play." he said, hands still placed in his pockets as he looked at alessia, he could tell she was surprised by him being there. her brain ticking on how to react.

"you could've told me."

"she's my daughter, les-alessia," he said sharply. "i shouldn't need permission."

"hey, no i didn't mean that. but a heads up would have been nice-" alessia quipped back quickly, not liking his sharp tone especially when you were in ears length from hearing the conversation.

that tone. it was so familiar, so condescending and it grated on alessia.

but harrison's eyes drifted to the pitch, to the child, his daughter who hadn't even noticed him. still wrapped around leah's back, giggling and smiling as leah jogged lightly with you on her back.

his fists clenched slightly. "this—this isn't right. she should be running to me, not leah. i should be the one carrying her, not..." he trailed off, shaking his head. his eyes still looking at the scene of you and leah.

"y/n's not a prize you get for showing up late," alessia replied, her voice tight, her focus on gathering your little boot bag, not really having the effort to listen to harrison and his antics as frankly to her, now, they were boring.

"i'm her dad."

"and what is leah?" alessia fired back, quickly as she stood up now facing him. "cause to lovie, le is the one who helps her tie her shoe laces before school, reads to her at night, and gets up when she has nightmares."

harrison scoffed. "you let her play parent. that's on you."

alessia stepped closer, patience running a little thin with his excuses and ignorance. "leah didn't ask for any of this. she chose it. when we got to together, she showed up, over and over again. i never asked her to, once. and y/n loves her for that. that isn't something 'i let happen'. it happened by itself and cause you weren't there."

behind them, katie and beth had fallen quiet, exchanging glances at each other as they watched with unreadable expressions.

harrison shook his head. "it's not fair."

"no," alessia snapped back , "it's not. it’s not fair that, that little girl has to navigate your ego every time she's happy."

at that moment, you turned from your perch on leah's back, having heard the change in tone and recognising who your mummy was talking to. "mummy?" you said, voice small. "why's daddy shouting at you?"

the group went still. your eyes found harrison and the joy drained from your face, the smile that was once there had dropped quicker than your goal had hit the back of the net.

"hey, my little girl," harrison said gently, forcing a smile. "come here, daddy has missed you."

instead, you slid off leah's back and stepped behind her legs, peeking around only slightly, you little head confused at how he could shout at your mummy then want you in his arms.

"c'mon, y/n. don't be shy."

"no," you whispered, hugging leah's leg. "i don't want you to be mean to mummy." leah's heart broke a little, as she glared at harrison.

"she's scared," beth said quietly, stepping forward now, arms folded. "you might want to think about that."

"y/n," harrison tried again, his voice now slightly cracking. "i'm not trying to be mean, i just.. i miss you, kiddo."

still, you didn't budge.

"she doesn't owe you affection on demand," katie said, bluntly as alessia exhaled, rubbing a hand down her face.

lotte stepped closer and offered leah a soft look who was trying coax you from behind her legs. "you okay?"

leah nodded, then crouched beside you. "hey angel, want to go sit with auntie beth and katie for a bit while mummy and i clean up?"

you shook your head, firmly. "wan stay with you."

harrison opened his mouth but closed it again. there was nothing left to say. harrison took a shaky breath admitting defeat, but alessia stopped him with a look.

"maybe you should go," she said quietly. "we can talk later. but not now."

he looked like he wanted to argue, but something in the way you clung to leah made him finally understand. he wasn't the one she ran to. he wasn't never going to be. and until he earned it, he wouldn't be.

he nodded stiffly, turned, and reluctantly walked away. and harrison, watching from the shadows of the car park, realised for the first time...

he wasn't just competing with leah. he was competing with consistency. with love. with presence. with time.

and right now, he was losing.

as soon as he was gone, beth knelt down and offered you her hand. "alright, superstar. i've got jelly worms and a capri sun with your name on it."

you perked up. "do i get both?"

"mhmm, i'm sure mummy won't mind since you played your socks off in that match."

you cheered as you ran over to the snack bench with beth, katie and lotte in tow, your little socked feet rushing across the grass which alessia was definitely going to regret letting you do when she had to find a way to get the grass stains out of them..

leah stood slowly, brushing the dirt from her knees. alessia stepped beside her, watching their daughter dance around with the girls.

"she's lucky," leah said softly as she wrapped an arm around alessia pulling the blonde close into her chest.

"she is, she has the best people around her" alessia's voice cracked on the last word, and leah reached out to intertwine their fingers, grounding them both as they rested against alessia's shoulder.

in front of them, your laughter and giggles bubbled up again. you had launched herself onto katie's back, demanding another piggyback.

"i'm switching sides!" you yelled. "katie my horse now!"

"hey!" leah called, pretending to be offended. "i'm retiring from horse duty, am i?"

"no, never!" you yelled turning your head around to face leah as you yelled from katie's back. "you're my unicorn!"

leah and alessia looked at each other, hearts full.

unicorn. mama. safe place. whatever the name, leah had become someone you ran to, again and again. and no one could take that bond away.

[sleepyminty]

Obsessed with this Maria and her ‘older sister using younger brother as a armrest’ tradition

[baronessvonglitter]

Holiday Heat

Joel Miller x f!Reader | WC: 2.3K

Summary: Sharing a hotel room with a grumpy (and handsome) stranger while a storm makes travel inaccessible. What could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Only one bed/forced proximity trope (with a dash of sunshine x grumpy because we love a cantankerous Joel). Age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel's in his 50s). Strangers to lovers. Oral (f receiving). Sleeping together to stay warm. Unprotected p in v. Fingering. Reader has very little description apart from having hair long enough to get in her eyes. No use of y/n. Please lmk if I've forgotten anything!

Author's note: It was my pleasure to step in to gift this fic to @frannyzooey for the @pedrostories Secret Santa exchange! I hope you had a great holiday and have a wonderful new year, hon! ❤️Also, huge shoutout to @pedrorascal who so generously created the ✨gorgeous✨ banner for this story!

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

Wind and snow roar outside as the taxi pulls up to the last motel for the next hundred miles. The driver doesn't dare to drive any further in the snowstorm, and offers to bring you to a place where you and your fellow passenger, a gruff, unsmiling man named Joel, to stay warm and have a roof over your head.

"This place is a shithole," he grumbles as you're pulled to a stop.

"It's quaint," you say, refusing to let his sour attitude ruin what's left of your holidays.

You're both heading home for the holidays: you're returning from your senior year at college and he reluctantly admitted he's returning home as well from an extended trip north to visit his brother.

Despite the fact that you're both Austin citizens just trying to get back to your loved ones, Joel remains a total grinch. You've had to endure this man the entire drive from DFW airport. He sat in the aisle across from you on the flight down from Nashville, sighing and making exasperated grunts every time a baby cried or a young person took a selfie. His legs jittered with impatience. You took pity on him and offered him a CBD gummy, hoping to ease whatever stress he was under but he brushed you off with an annoyed groan.

When you found out there were no connecting flights to Austin, you and Joel were the last in line for a car rental. And of course, the last one was rented out to a couple in line ahead of you.

You saw this as an opportunity to help your fellow man, especially as it was the holidays. But all Joel did was shrug when you offered to split a taxi to whichever hotel was closest.

"It's not the Hilton, but it'll do for tonight," you tell him, persisting in your sunny outlook, hoping it will catch on.

The bored-looking eighty-year-old man in the motel office tells you that due to high demand and the inclement weather, there's only one room left, with a single bed.

"We'll take it," you bounce on the chance, much to Joel's chagrin, offering your credit card. Your surly traveling companion offers to split the room, but not without complaint.

"No way in hell am I sleeping on the floor," he says as soon as he steps into the room. There's a stale stench of cigarettes that the cinnamon air freshener on the small round table can't mask.

"Of course you're not. We'll just.. divide the bed. I'm good at staying on my side."

"You'd better be. I don't need you grabbin' onto me in the middle of the night 'cause you're havin' a nightmare or somethin'."

"You wish." It's the only thing you tell him that has some sting behind it.

"Just don't steal all the blankets, sweetheart. Gonna need 'em with this deep freeze comin' through."

"I'm gonna shower first if that's all right with you. I need to warm up." You grab your pajamas from your bag.

"Don't use up all the hot water," he calls out before you close the bathroom door.

"If there's no hot water to spare we could shower together." You glance behind your shoulder, eager to see his reaction.

The look on Joel's face is priceless as he nearly chokes on his next breath. "What? Are you out of your mind? There's no way I'm showerin' with you!"

You grin. "Gotcha."

You step out, hair still damp, towel wrapped around you, shyly going back into the room. "I forgot my panties," you say softly, going to your bag.

Joel tries not to stare too much, but it's a challenge.

"Turn around," you tell him so you can have privacy.

"Go change in the bathroom."

"I had a hot shower, it's still humid. I can't get dressed in there. Just close your eyes."

He grunts but accedes to your request, leaning back against the headboard as he puts his hands over his eyes. His heart is pumping madly, listening to the rustle of clothes as you get changed. He tries to distract himself with other thoughts instead of wondering what the shape of your body looks like.

Relief is a brief respite before he sees what you're wearing to sleep. He thought you'd wear something comfortable and decent, like those fuzzy plaid pajamas girls your age like to wear during the holidays, but instead you're in an oversized t-shirt, the hem down to the middle of your thighs, revealing your bare legs. He puts a pillow on his lap to hide his growing erection.

You get onto your side of the bed. "The shower's free if you want it."

Joel swallows hard before he forces himself to think about something other than you in the bed with him. "Yeah, uh, thanks," he says gruffly, his voice strained. He quickly gets up, trying to hide his aroused state, and gathers his pajamas before he goes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. For good measure he locks it.

"Get it together, Miller," he tells himself, splashing some cold water on his face. He can't deny the effect you have on him, but he also knows it's impossible to act on it. He barely knows you. You could have a boyfriend or a husband for all he knows, though there's no ring on your finger.

He showers, hoping to stay in as long as he can to avoid you. But it's a shitty motel after all, and soon he runs out of hot water and has to rinse the shampoo from his hair under the icy cold spray.

Dried off and clothed he steps back into the room and finds you on the bed, rubbing lotion onto your arms and legs. The sight nearly takes his breath away. He tries to look away but his eyes are drawn to your glistening skin.

"Good shower?" you ask, catching a whiff of his body wash, something fresh and woodsy. From lowered lashes you check out how he looks in his sweatpants.

"Yeah," he replies. "Outta hot water though. Since you used it all up."

You roll your eyes and go back to applying your lotion.

"Smells nice," he says, sitting close to you.

"Thanks. It's coconut."

The sweet scent hangs in the air as he watches you spread the white lotion across your skin, giving rise to lewd thoughts about what other thick white substances would go well on you. The coconut aroma, the sight of you touching yourself, the forced proximity and having to share a bed.. it's all sensory overload.

"I like coconut," his voice is thick with restraint.

Your hands stop and you hand him the bottle, your eyes meeting his in a silent understanding. "Will you help me?"

He takes the lotion from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours a moment. "Where do you want me to start?"

"My legs," you tell him, spreading them slightly as you lean back.

Heat pools in Joel's groin and he bites his lip to stifle a groan. He squeezes out some lotion onto his palm and kneads it into your shin and calf, his touch gentle but firm, lightly massaging. He spreads it up to your knee, brushing against the tickly spot right beneath and smirking when you try to stifle a sound.

"Feels nice," you eke out.

"Your skin is so smooth," he murmurs, eyes drinking in the sight of you looking both relaxed and wanting. His hands move over your thighs as they part and he realizes you're not wearing panties after all. His brain goes haywire for a moment, unsure if he should call attention to your undressed state or not.

The scent of your arousal reaches him, and he dares a glance between your thighs. His dick pulses when he sees the telltale sheen at the apex of your inner thighs. His eyes meet yours and there's a charge, a current that passes between you.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he rasps, his voice thick with desire.

It's too much, too fast, but the part of you that doesn't care wins out, falling for his low, silky remark.

"Joel.. put your mouth on me," you whisper, legs parting further, an open invitation.

His eyes darken to nearly black, all semblance of restraint breaks as he leans forward, his lips hovering just above your skin, his breath warm on your inner thighs. "As you wish, sugar," he rumbles, placing a soft kiss on your soft flesh. His kisses move higher and higher up, and he gently moves your legs over his shoulders as his kisses get more persistent.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as his hands find their way under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your belly and the mounds of your breasts, your nipples hard in anticipation. Willfully trapped beneath him, you're at his mercy when he finally buries his face in your cunt, gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

His tongue runs over your soft, saturated folds, tasting you and listening to the sounds of your moans and gasps. He laps at your softly, then adding more pressure, dipping his tongue inside and swiping at your clit, teasing you just enough to get you screaming for more. A strange sense of tenderness surfaces among the lust of the moment as he brings you to life. There's no denying there's something inherently sweet and affectionate about the lascivious act.

Joel can't get enough of your taste, your smell, the way you feel against his mouth as you desperately grind against him. He's lost in the moment, his every sense consumed by you. Hearing you panting his name he hums against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure, and he gladly licks up the nectar you gush out.

"Oh! Joel! Keep doing that!" you gasp, tugging at his greying locks. His mouth is hot against your pussy, tongue stiff and pointed, soft and wet. The pleasure seems neverending. Just when you think you know the pattern, he switches it up, licking harder or softer, tracing shapes with the tip of his tongue. "Please.. don't stop.. I'm gonna.."

Pleasure blossoms from within, too big to keep in, and you come apart beneath him.

There's a feeling of ownership, something dominant and masculine and protective in Joel as he works you through another one, his hips rutting against the bed in need of his own release. At last he moves over you, bodies pressed close as he kisses you for the first time. It's sweet and soft, the taste of you still on his tongue, tangy and sweet.

"Thank you," you sigh, your foreheads touching, breath mingling.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart," he says quietly, brushing loose strands of hair from your forehead.

You're still feeling the lingering traces of pleasure, but even you can feel the cold seeping into the room. "Get under the covers with me," you tell him, and giggle at the speed with which he pulled both of you under the western-themed duvet.

Clothes fly off, thrown over the sides of the bed, landing in haphazard piles. Joel slots himself between your legs again. Desire grows bright in him, making him feel like he's burning from the inside out, starving for the taste and feel of you.

Your body is a perfect fit for him, the glorious slide of his flesh into yours causing you both to cry out. He's completely sheathed within you, surrounded by your perfect, tight, wet heat. Thrusting slow at first, he watches your expressions, planting little kisses on your cheeks and eyelids, drinking up your moans as his tongue slips between your lips.

"More," you whisper as his lips graze your neck, gently biting your ear lobe, and you're rewarded with a more forceful pace as he spreads you open, angling your hips up to get in deeper, finding that sacred spot within that makes you see God. He plants one hand on the headboard above you for leverage as his other hand kneads your breast, tweaking your nipple as your own hands grip his sides, digging your nails in as you blissfully curse with each push of his hips.

"That's the spot, ain't it?" he grunts above you. "Right.. here."

Stars collide behind your eyes as he gently glides over your G-spot. His lips curve into a smile when you clench around him, but he slips out before he can come, replacing himself with three fingers. "Come on them, sweetheart. Come on my fingers then you can have my cock again."

You're lost in bliss as he glides his fingers in, curving to get that spongy spot, eager to make you scream. You bring your own fingers to your clit, gently pinching and rubbing until you feel your climax begin in your extremities, gathering pressure within until it's released, your orgasm shattering you with Joel's name on your lips.

He gives you a moment to come back before he lays down, letting you straddle him. Though he was just inside you, it's still a stretch to fit around him, and you slide down slowly before you're comfortable enough to start riding.

"There you go, darlin'," he murmurs, large hands on your hips. "Do what you need to do to come on my cock, baby."

In a delicious haze of pleasure you ride him, switching up the pace, going slow and deep before slamming down on him, making him groan as he tries to hold back. Your slick is pooling on his groin, coating his balls. Holding your hips steady he rams up into you, eager for you to come all over him again.

You're positively feral at this point, shaking and crying out as you come harder than any other time before, and Joel follows soon after, spilling inside of you, his dick twitching.

Hours later you're curled up together under the thick blankets, sharing and savoring what warmth you've generated.

"Thank god for this storm," Joel murmurs, holding your back close to his chest as he spoons you.

"That's the first positive outlook you've had all day," you smirk, snuggling against him.

dividers by @cafekitsune 👑

[doonymoon]

Smithy and Rancher :3

Sorry for makin them match the grumpy vibe it was accidental 😭 done these on my phone so if they look odd that’s why

[underthemexicansun]

Grumpy Bucky in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier.

[pinktwinkiezoppo]

"I'll find you in every universe" But it's whatever the fuck characters voiced by Johnny Yong Bosch and Yuri Lowenthal have going on

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

This is a Blue’s Fabulous Expressions Appreciation Post

Aka I was struck with sudden inspiration and drew Blue in every @linkeduniverse panel from @luna-lovegreat’s post

Also here is the lineart XD

[all444glo]

PERFECT ANGEL 🪽

warnings- smut with plot lmao!

summary: You’re the night to Jared’s day and he loves to see the night come ;)

You fanned yourself with the napkin that was previously being held down by the sad little cocktail you ordered. Some outdoor event for one of Jared’s brand deals—half press, half party, and all too humid. You were happy for him, of course. Proud, even. But the sweat building between your thighs and the cheap vodka swimming in your system weren’t doing you any favors.

You were trying. Really trying to be the supportive girlfriend. A lil WAG in training. But between constantly checking if your lace was lifting from the heat, swatting away whatever bug decided to make you its target, and fake smiling at people who didn’t know how to keep it pushing—you were so over it.

Meanwhile, Jared was in full campaign mode. Signing foreheads. Kissing babies. Smiling for every camera. It was always like that—he walked into any room and the whole place lit up. Meanwhile, you had resting bitch face, bitch thoughts, and matching bitch behavior. You weren’t disrespectful. Just… selective. If you weren’t Jared or your best friends, chances are you got hit with a quick “that’s crazy” and a head nod. He didn’t mind. In fact, he liked that about you.

“Angel,” his voice came from behind you, low and sweet in your ear. “You good?”

You gave him a shrug-nod combo while moving the straw around in your drink, not really looking at him. “We leaving soon. Like, two more hours,” he said, rubbing your shoulder.

That just irritated you more. “Jared, you know I hate the heat, and you know I hate people,” you mumbled, pressing the cold glass against your chest. “You gotta pick one, 'cause I’m not doing both. And you said two hours like that’s some lil shit.”

You frowned, trying not to catch an attitude—but you were already there.

“I’m mad at you” you said with your jaw clenched, evoking an immediate eye roll from your boyfriend. “I look a mess and you out here talking to everybody and they mama”

“Y/n you look normal, and secondly that’s my damn job” He grabbed your hand and kissed it, trying to reassure you in some capacity. “Quit with the attitude”

You couldn’t help it. He barely gave you 3 hours notice about the event. He didn’t tell you it was outside. And, the way he kept being extra friendly was only adding time to your sentence. He rubbed your thighs like that was supposed to help. His palm was hot through the thin sundress you threw on, and it was overstimulating.

“It’s too hot for all that touching,” you muttered, swatting his hand away.

“Don’t move my hands,” he said, calm but firm—that tone. The one that made your stomach flip even while you were tryna be mad. His hands slid back up, past your collarbone, fingers brushing your neck just enough to make you shift.

“We can do whatever you want after this,” he said low, teasing his fingers along your jaw. “Shopping, eating;I know your grumpy ass is hungry.” Lord knows he had spoiled you rotten, the key to your heart wasn’t material things. But it sure was a hint to it. You knew Jared would do just about anything to make you happy, it was one thing for you to be your usual nonchalant self but grumpy you was a different story.

You tried not to smile, but it slipped. “Okay,” you grumbled, adjusting in your seat.

Your body felt hot in a different way now—and Jared could tell. He always knew how to tick you off just enough, then flip the script the second he wanted your full attention.

Somewhere between that conversation and the way his hand never left your backside as he paraded you around, your attitude started softening. You didn’t even protest when he told you it was time to go.

“Let’s go baby,” he said in your ear. No explanation. You just followed him out. Despite his personality, Jared tended to be introverted just like you. Sure— he loved the attention but when his social battery was low he was ready to get out ASAP.

The ride to the hotel was mostly silent, except for the R&B playing and his hand on your thigh—still warm, still possessive. Still doing too much. “You still grumpy?” he asked, smirking at the red light. You didn’t even turn your head. “Always.”

He laughed under his breath. “Mhm. My poor overstimulated baby”

As soon as you got in the hotel room, you didn’t make it two steps before his hands were on your waist again, pulling you back into him. “I know you hate shit like that,” he whispered, lips brushing your neck. “But you still showed up for me.” His fingers slid up your waist, playing with the hem of your dress.

“You always show up for me.” He said, hands rubbing circles around your ass.

“Yeah even though you piss me off…” you whispered, but your voice was softer now.

He smiled against your skin. “You still love me though.”

You turned to face him, grabbed him by his hoodie, and kissed him like you meant it. All the heat and attitude rolled up into one. Jared kissed you back like he’d been starving for it—hands cupping your face, sliding down to your hips, gripping you like he had something to prove.

He walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed, pushed you down with a firm palm on your chest. You gave him a look like you still had something slick to say, but your breathing said otherwise.

“You gon’ shut up and let me handle you,” he said, voice dropping, “or you still wanna run your mouth?”

Your thighs clenched on instinct.

“…I’ll be good,” you mumbled.

His grin turned lazy and low. “That’s what I thought.” He started slow. Dragged the dress up off your body with no rush. Kissed your collarbone. Bit your shoulder just light enough to make you squirm. “Wore this just for me?” he said, staring down at the lace set. “That’s hot.”

You smiled, cocky. “Maybe.”

“Yeah. You gon’ pay for that.”

He climbed over you, straddling your legs, mouth brushing your jaw. Every time you tried to grind against him or touch him,he pushed you down by the hips.

“Nah, you can wait.”

He kissed his way down your stomach, down to your thighs, pulling your panties to the side just to tease you—slow licks, soft sucking, fingers barely inside. He had you shaking before he even really gave you anything.

“So wet,” he muttered, licking his fingers after pulling them out of you. “All my grumpy baby needed was me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips again.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he whispered, his voice turning stern. “I told you to wait.”

He held your legs open with one arm and slid two fingers in deep, curling them just right as his mouth went back to your clit—tongue working in slow, focused circles while you gripped the sheets like they did something to you. “Good girl,” he praised between strokes. “Just like that.”

When your orgasm hit, your whole body jumped—legs shaking, back arched, moaning his name so soft and messy it sounded like begging.

“You done actin’ out?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breath hot against your thigh.

You didn’t answer.

You just pulled him up by his hoodie, mouth against his neck, whispering, “Shut up and fuck me.”

Jared looked down at you, dick already hard in his sweats, and smiled like he’d been waiting to hear that all night.

“Say less.”

He slid in slow, one hand on your throat, the other on your waist, watching your face twist up as he filled you.

“You see that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Look at that mess you already making me on me”

You nodded, couldn’t even get a word out. Just clawed at his back and wrapped your legs around him tighter. He fucked you deep, steady, not rushing it. Just making sure you felt every inch, every stroke. “You being mean to me” he groaned as he fucked into you, holding your hips steady.

“Why youn love me baby, why you so mean but be creaming on me like this?”

The nasty words he spoke, only turned you more. You felt yourself cumming again. The second time messier than the first, your moans turning into little whines, hips jerking up into his like you couldn’t help it. He held you through it, whispering praises the whole time.“That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as you came down. “My perfect angel”

He didn’t slow down.

Not even after you came again, trembling under him, still clenching around his dick like you didn’t want to let him go. Jared watched you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room—eyes low, mouth parted, sweat glistening along his neck. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel how close he was.

But he held on.

"You gon' let me have it?" he asked against your lips, hips rolling into you deeper, slower. “Or you still got somethin’ to prove?”

“I already gave it to you,” you breathed, nails dragging down his back.

He groaned, mouth dropping to your jaw, your throat, any inch of skin he could get his mouth on. “Nah, baby. I want all of it.”

He fucked you harder then, like he was chasing something. Like he was mad at you for getting him this worked up. Your hands tangled in his hoodie, pulling it halfway off his shoulders, and he didn’t even stop—just kept going, hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that felt more like a warning than a promise.

“Look at this mess you makin’,” he rasped, watching where your bodies met, eyes dark and locked in. “Got me losin’ my mind in it.”

You looked down, barely able to breathe, thighs shaking from overstimulation, but needing him to finish just as bad. “Cum in me,” you whispered, biting his shoulder. “I want it. Fill me up, J.”

That was all it took.

He buried himself deep one last time, a strained groan ripping from his chest as he came—hard, hot, his body stiffening on top of yours. You felt every twitch, every throb, every messy pulse of him spilling inside you.

“Fuuuck, angel,” he hissed, forehead pressed to yours, both of you catching your breath. “You really be driving me crazy.”

You smiled, lazy and smug, brushing his curls back from his face. “Good.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, still buried inside you. “Yeah… I like you just like this.”

“Messy and full of your cum?”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

[themortaldraw]

Can I just say, I love your art style- It's so perfect and the colors are so pretty and pastel X) I also love the mild sass you have in some replies! xD The "marrying Four's grandpa" reply and "getting forklift certified to move Time in his heavy armor" you got such creativity and it's amazing

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[mi-co-uk]

a blurb about grumpy!matt and mute!reader where she gets overstimulated/ a panic attack and he helps her?

── GRUMPY MATT X MUTE READER ⋆˚࿔

BLURB: anon request + mute reader has a nightmare.

WARNINGS: nightmare, panic attack, crying, mentions of difficult home life. THIS IS SO SAD :<

wc: 500 words.

AU MASTERLIST || ALTERNATE PAIRINGS || ALL AUS

It didnt happen randomly. It was a build up of anxieties and never ending arguments. Thats why matt stayed over, if he couldnt punch the shit out of dotty’s dad then hed be there to protect her. 

She couldnt rest, her mind was overly active overanalysing all of her decisions and conversations. Those thoughts didnt leave her even in sleep. 

The tossing and turning woke matt up, his restlessness making him irritable. Until he heard the muffled cries, his protective nature setting in. dotty was on her side facing away from him, matt leaned across trying to see her face without disturbing her. 

“Dotty?” 

Her eyes were strained shut, her hands gripping the sheets in fear. Matt couldnt bare it for another second, his overwhelm mirroring dottys. He gently gripped her shoulder, trying to push her to lay on her back in order to wake her up. The action became a part of her dream rather than waking her from it, she began struggling, noises of panic escaping her. 

“Hey, hey, its just me.” he gently repeated, caressing her face instead. 

Her yells persisted, not snapping out of her dream state. Her sobs were louder, more strained and panicked. Matt hated every second, feeling an immense amount of guilt for his inability to do as little as wake her as well as being the new cause of her tears. 

“C’mon, c’mon, please,”

Nonetheless he carried on, desperate to interrupt the developing dream. Her tears were forming rivers, the sobs loud and going straight to strain matts heart further. Matt resorted to shaking her awake more vigorously, propping himself up on his knees. Her eyes finally opened, hyperventilating as she shot up and crawled to the edge of her bed away from matt. He knew it was a result of the nightmare but it stung nonetheless.

“Its okay, youre okay. It was just a dream, i had to wake you up.” 

Matt finally processed his own heavy breathing, acknowledging it enough to try and calm himself down. His gentle tone was somewhat soothing, dotty tried to regain her composure. Her breathing stilled, but the ache in her chest and throat didnt, an abrupt sob escaping her once again. 

“Aw baby, c’mere.” he welcomed her closer, arms wide to pull her into a secure hug. 

He rubbed soothing patterns into her back, gently laying down into a more comfortable position. He whispered gentle comforting phrases, finding relief in the fading of her cries. 

Eventually she tired herself out, a part of her humiliated from the whole thing. She peered up at matt, eyes completely sympathetic. It was a change from his typical faux annoyance. She pouted in an apology, earning a small smile from matt.

“Dont be sorry, its okay. Im sorry i couldnt wake you up sooner.”

Dotty only shook her head and buried her face deeper into the crook of matts neck, he held her even closer until they both drifted into a much more peaceful sleep. 

a/n thank you anon for the request :3 please send more I love mute reader so much

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love is weird | alessia russo x child!reader

-> based on this request🏝️

grumpy masterlist

the lionesses' prep camp was supposed to be about strategy meetings, recovery sessions, and keeping distractions to a minimum ahead of the euros.

but when ella too e rolled into the lounge carrying a family-sized bag of popcorn and shouted, "girls, it's lovie island o'clock!", all that discipline quietly went out the window.

alessia had hoped the team wouldn't clock the new cast announcement. she even dared to think just for a second that giorgio might not make the final cut. but when the first boy showing the preview for tonight walked across the screen and introduced himself as:

"i’m giorgio, i’m 30, and i’m from kent..."

the room exploded, everyone talking over one another.

"OH MY GOD, IT IS HIM—"

“NO WAY, YOUR BROTHER- LESS?!”

"LESS, YOU DIDN'T TELL US HE WAS ACTUALLY GONNA—"

"no, god no, not the shirt unbutton. he's already undone three!" alessia dropped her head into her hands as groans and laughter filled the room.

"i told him not to do it," alessia muttered, shaking her head. "i told him he'd embarrass himself. and me."

you, curled on your mummy’s chest in your pyjamas, your little blanket draped over you as your esme the elephant was tucked up near your cheek.

you had been teetering on the edge of sleep for the past hour. your curls were a warm halo across alessia’s hoodie, fingers still absentmindedly twisting a loose thread. but the moment you heard that familiar sound of your uncle's voice on tv, you stirred.

your head popped up groggily, squinting at the screen. "...is that uncle gio?" you asked, frowning as you were still in a sleep haze.

the team tried and failed, miserably, to suppress their giggles as alessia braced herself taking a deep breath before opening her mouth. "yes, baby," alessia said gently, brushing a curl off her daughter's forehead. "that is your uncle gio."

you blinked slowly. "why’s he on the telly?"

before alessia could reply, you sat up properly in your mummy’s lap, eyes wide with innocent confusion. "wait... what show is this?"

the room collectively held its breath, waiting for alessia to answer.

"it’s called love island," alessia said, keeping her voice light, nonchalant. "it’s, uh... a show for grown-ups. about people trying to... meet someone special."

your brow furrowed, you didn’t get it. "like... to play with?"

a snort came from the direction of ella, who had buried her face in a cushion trying her best to hide her giggles.

"erm, no not really, lovie," alessia said, stifling a laugh. "more like... finding someone to love."

you twisted around to face your mummy properly, visibly baffled. "but that's silly. he has people to love. he has me. and you. and nonna and nonno. and teddy, remember? from christmas?"

leah, sitting to alessia’s left, let out a soft wheeze of laughter and whispered, "she’s got a point."

alessia nodded seriously. "she really does."

you turned back to the tv. a new girl in a bright bikini was walking toward your uncle, slow-motion hair flip and all. you frowned. "so... do they play games? or is it just talking about kisses?"

this time georgia actually choked on her popcorn.

"it’s um... mostly talking," alessia said vaguely. "and some... hugging. sometimes."

you didn't look convinced as your brows were still furrowed. "they should play hide and seek. or play in the big pool. that’s way more fun."

"i agree," alessia said quickly. "but i don't think that's what this show is about."

just then, your uncle threw out a cheeky wink on screen. the woman next to him giggled. you gasped dramatically catching the action. "is he gonna kiss someone?!"

alessia sat up immediately, her hands going around her daughter's waist. "right. that’s enough. it’s time for bed."

"noooooo!" you flailed, kicking your feet against the sofa. "mummy, please! i wanna watch the love show! i need to see if uncle gio gets a special friend!"

"no, no you don't need to see that," alessia said, standing and hoisting your wriggling little body onto her hip.

"but i don't even understand it yet!" you cried. "do they kiss everyone? what if uncle gio gets the wrong girl? what if he doesn't get one at all?!"

leah was wheezing now, doubled over not moving to help the situation as alessia gave her a death glare.

"you’re being unfair!" you cried, arms flopping in theatrical distress. "i’m five and three-quarters, i can watch!"

"and i’m your mummy and it’s not up for debate," alessia said, heading toward the hallway. "say goodnight to mama and your aunties."

you leaned from your mummy’s arms to hug, leah as she planted a kiss to you cheek mumbling for you to have sweet dreams as you then looked back towards the rest of the team waving a good night.

"goodnight, tiny!" the team chorused through fits of laughter.

"you lot are the worst," alessia called back, cradling you just that little tighter as she disappeared from the room.

the team lounge had fallen behind them, but the echoes of laughter still rang in alessia’s ears as she padded softly down the hallway with you in her arms.

alessia could feel your limbs going heavy again, your head resting lazily on alessia’s shoulder, but she knew better than to assume the battle was over.

back in the hotel room, alessia wondered over to your bed. the corner one where you’d made it your own. flippping on the dim fairy lights that you insisted came with you to every camp, casting a warm golden glow over your bed and stuffed animals that had taken over half of the floor.

gently, alessia settled you down onto her mattress, pulled up the lionesses duvet, and knelt beside the bed. "time for sleeps, my lovie."

you stared up at your mummy with those wide, curious and alert eyes. "mummy?"

here it comes, alessia thought.

"is uncle gio trying to get married on the show?"

alessia blinked. "what? no. he’s erm... he's just meeting people."

"but you said it's a love show. you always say people get married when they're in love." you asked, moving slightly so you were a little on your side as your mummy brushed a strand of hair from your face.

alessia took a breath and mentally begged for strength. "okay, yes, sometimes that happens. but not on that show. it’s more about... dating. grown-up stuff."

you looked unimpressed. "sounds boring. they should just play football and eat ice cream. that would be a better show."

"it would wouldn’t it," alessia said a small laugh slipping from her lips as she kissed your forehead. "now close your eyes."

you didn't. instead, you sighed dramatically and looked up at the ceiling. "what if uncle gio kisses the wrong person? what if he picks a girl and then she's mean and makes him cry?"

alessia leant her head back against the headboard, rubbing her face. "if that happens, i will personally fly out there and get him. but i think your uncle can handle himself."

you narrowed her eyes. "he’s not very clever, though. remember when he put salt in the cake he made?”

alessia couldn't help it, she laughed. "yeah, i remember. but let’s hope the producers took away all the cake baking things."

silence for half a second and for that half a second alessia thought she had succeeded in getting you asleep but then..

"mummy?"

alessia tilted her head. "mm?"

you leaned close and whispered seriously, "do you have to kiss people to love them?"

alessia blinked at the tiny philosopher in front of her. "no, baby. you can love someone a whole lot without kissing them."

"so you love me more than anyone?"

"more than anyone," alessia said without hesitation rubbing small circles on your back. "forever and ever."

you smiled, finally letting your eyes close. "even more than mama?"

alessia paused, grinning. "you’re tied. very tightly. in a bow."

"mmmkay." your voice husky as you were already drifting off to sleep. "'cause mama gives me the last red starburst. that’s real love."

alessia shuffled slightly from your bed, one foot on the floor as she tucked you back under your blanket, waiting for another beat to pass to be able to swing her other leg around

just as the moment came, your tiny voice piped up again: "mummy?"

alessia leaned the back of her head against the wall. "yes, lovie?"

"can i go on the love show when i’m big?"

"absolutely not."

[screwpinecaprice]

They won the lottery and inspired by Mr. Greg, they spent it all in one day by committing identity fraud.

Idk I took a second job and my brain is so fried right now. 😭

[marvelsgirl616]

😠😎

[callmefirefly]

[nectardraws]

"We're so glad to have you back, Pink"

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

The sillies…