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TEACHER'S PET

🍎 Ethan × reader , Victoria × reader

NSFW 🔥 adultsonly multiple nastytimes

° Ethan Torchio, Victoria De Angelis & female reader insert

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° Ethan is a professor at your college & you're his star student, including some secret late-night visits to his office. your classmate, Victoria, promises that all of your secrets are safe with her ...

° inspired by this spicy audio ° inspired by this confession from kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ): I'm a slut for Ethan. And all I wanna do is whisper "Mister Torchio" in his ear while running my hands down his Gucci covered chest. ° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]: mi scusi: excuse me

You and your professor had lost track of the time because you had gotten overzealous with all the questions you had regarding his career being a conservation advisor for the biggest companies throughout Europe - that was the cover story you had, in case you ran into anyone or aroused curiosity during these late hours.

That was how it had started, your enthusiasm for your major had led you to asking the professor so many questions, the classroom emptied out and silent around you as you sat, nodding along to everything Ethan said. He had been thrown off this flow when his phone had started ringing, he had offered to walk you to your car, which was parked on the opposite side of the expansive campus. Then another day had been spent with him as he asked about your career goals, he had so much advice and could offer to put in a good word with all the connections he had.

You were in awe of him, his lectures the highlight of your weeks at university. By the time you had realised he was hitting on you, there was no doubt in your mind that this was an opportunity you had to take. Not only was he completely brilliant, he was also the sexiest member of faculty - a fact that faced no opposition or critiques.

Now you found yourself visiting with him a minimum of twice a week, sending secret messages that had nothing to do with the curriculum. You would sneak into his office - the door locked as you sat beneath his desk, your head between his thighs while he read essays. You had been very careful and cautious, not wanting anything to spoil what you had with him.

Today was another confidential meeting in his office, you were eager to see him - he hadn't been far from your mind all day, even though watching him lecture hadn't been in your schedule for the day. He stayed in your mind constantly, thoughts of his body and his sounds lingering like cigarette smoke. You hadn't once turned down an opportunity to spend time with him, sometimes getting in your car to drive to him within the first few seconds after receiving his message.

You weren't sitting on the floor this time, he had placed you in his lap as he sat at his desk. He praised you for how quickly you had arrived, telling you he needed to send off a few more emails before he could properly lavish his attention upon you. You sat with your back pressed to his chest, not reading what was on his computer screen, instead just enjoying the feeling of his hands lazily running over your body, undoing the occasional button as he went.

"You're a good girl." He admired, moving your hair off of one shoulder and stroking his nose against the side of your warm neck. "A needier girl would try to distract me, would be impatient and maybe even demanding." He wrapped one of his strong arms around your middle. "But not you, 'cause you're such a good…" You felt his lips on your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. "Such a well-behaved girl."

"Only for you, Mr Torchio."

His mouth opened, a new feeling of heat on your flesh as his tongue skimmed across your throat. His arm around you tightened, allowing you to feel more of the impressive muscles that his clothes were too good at disguising.

He had a variety of different pet names that he would call you. But you did your best to only address him by this professional title during your moments of passion. When you had first called him Mr Torchio he'd had an instant reaction and it was as if you had stumbled upon a secret code word.

He had been screwing you differently ever since. He viewed this as your ultimate consent - he held his hand at your throat for longer, he worked more orgasms out of you, he spanked you harder. It was a sure shot at changing the tone into something more intense.

"Turn around." He said.

You readjusted yourself, facing him and feeling that stirring in your pussy when you saw that look on his face. It was the look that told you he already had a whole host of things he wanted to do to you. It was the look that told you he was prepared to do whatever it took to get you off. It was the look that told you that your knees would soon be trembling, your toes curling. It was the look that told you he was ready for every expletive you would huff out.

He pushed your button-down shirt off of your shoulders and you worked your arms free, so that you could instantly wrap them around him. He hesitated, seeming to notice for the first time that your bra was missing. He smiled as his eyes moved appreciatively over your bare skin. "Maybe you are a little impatient, hm?"

"I prefer to think of it as efficient."

He put his lips to your throat, these kisses lingering as his hands caressed over your back. You couldn’t help but put your hand into his long hair, twirling some strands around your fingers, feeling that dreamy, tingly quality that came to you whenever you received his attention. It was a rush of adrenaline every single time, it was a buzz greater than any night of boozing. You rocked into him, pressing your bare chest flush to his shirt, which was already unbuttoned down to the last three buttons.

His mouth moved lower, kisses ghosting over your skin until he was at your breasts. First, it was his tongue gliding over your nipple, before his lips were securely placed around the stiff peak, making your thighs tense as they rested on either side of his hips.

"Mm, Mr Torchio…"

His hands stopped simply feeling across your skin, now they locked onto one place, grasping your back firmly. You rocked your hips forward again, the hardness hidden in his pants was becoming more noticeable. He pressed his teeth to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

With trembling hands, you lifted up the skirt you were wearing, bringing the tight material up into a bunch around your waist. Your panties were already damp as you grinded against him. You worked your hips in a slow, thorough circle, wanting so desperately to fuse your body with his. He sucked on you with more force, his fingers digging into your skin. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin even through his shirt.

He released your nipple, a breathy moan coming from his mouth as he did so. "Get those fuckin' panties off."

"Yes Mr Torchio." You clumsily got to your feet, tugging the lacy panties down off of your hips. At the same time, he was opening one of his desk drawers - the second from the bottom, it was the drawer you knew best. This was where he kept the condoms and, if the mood dictated, this was where he would have you drop your underwear (he got a great deal of pleasure from the idea of you driving home without any panties).

He removed his pants and shed his shirt. You held your underwear hooked over your finger, instead of dropping it to the ground as you had with your shirt. You looked at him and he nodded, answering the question that hadn't been vocalised. You dropped the lingerie into the draw and he knocked it shut with his knee. Maybe you would get them back before you left his office tonight, maybe you wouldn't.

He licked his lips, watching as you approached again. You resumed your spot on his lap, moving closer than before, seeing how dark his eyes had become. The way he looked at you was daunting, it suggested to you that you had no idea what he had in store for you, you didn't know how he wanted to ruin you tonight and it made you tremble. You were so exposed, so utterly defenceless to his desires and it only made you want him more.

With his hands on both sides of your face, he brought you in for a crushing kiss. You felt the arousal slithering all over your flesh, making your muscles tighten. You welcomed his tongue into your mouth with a moan, slumping against him.

You felt his cock pressing against you, a noticeable presence at the inside of your thigh. Your need for him was like a tickle at the back of your throat - it kept stealing your attention, demanding to be satisfied.

"Baby…" He breathed, your pussy clenching as he ran a hand down your back. "Fuck yourself." His fingers splayed out, grasping at your skin. "Put me inside of you and fuck yourself senseless on me."

You quivered in anticipation. "Yes Mr Torchio."

He graced your lips with a few more kisses, letting you briefly taste him. But he wasn't going to be distracted, he loved to watch, his eyes ready to see every reaction as they all played across your face.

You looked down, to where his latex-covered cock was awaiting you - in all of its mouth-watering hardness. You placed one hand to it, beginning with a loose grip at the tip. You saw his chest expand and his hand held to your back tighter.

You ran your hand down his shaft, exploring the sensitive twitches as he responded to your touch. You drew your hand up, then pushed down to the base. You continued this process four more times, letting your mind skip ahead. The sounds that came from him made you feel weak.

He put his hands to either side of your face, dark eyes studying every detail. His gaze was so intimidating, so complete as you tensed your thighs to lift yourself up. You positioned yourself forward, running his shaft across your moistened slit. His lips parted, his breathing becoming heavier as you tilted, bringing his tip to your entrance. You were already fluttering, so full of giddy quivers as you began to sink down, covering his dick with your wet heat.

Your head slumped, stunned by the stretch that he brought to your cunt. His hand moved to prop your chin up and you opened your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips. His other hand went to your hip, steadying you and keeping you here, so that he could push higher, pushing more of his length into you.

You were breathless, but you kept your lips fixed around his thumb, prioritising his pleasure over the need for air in your lungs. You held to his wide shoulders, taking a moment to be overwhelmed, giving your body the time to adjust to having him inside of you.

Stars danced behind your eyelids as you felt him kissing across your neck, those soft lips working over your skin. His hands moved all over your body, warming you. When he placed a hand to your ass, squeezing you, your pleasure spiked, your pussy clenching eagerly. You could feel just how much he was throbbing when he rocked forward. It brought a new tremble through your body and had you instantly wanting more, emboldening you to move through the weakness he could inflict upon you.

You started to roll your hips, letting the pressure build within you and he started to suck on your skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you swing into him with a greater force. You rushed to gain the correct momentum, to get him hitting into your sweet spot.

“Good girl.” He huffed as he raised his hips to meet your every movement. “Yes, good girl.”

A choked sob fell from your lips when he returned his teasing mouth to your nipple. Your hips stuttered, your tempo ruined briefly. You tensed, then relaxed, with giddy tingles radiating through your nerves - spreading from your nipple, to your pussy, racing to the areas that he wasn’t devoting his attention to.

His strong hand massaged at your back, your skin so tender in response to his touch. He never failed to make you feel so small, but entirely secure, with every single part of your body taken care of.

He was letting you set the pace, letting you decide how much you could take. His body meeting yours in this yearning with each roll of your hips spreading it further.

The hunger started to take over, driving you into him with more power, spending less time on the recovery between thrusts. You could feel his lips hold on your nipple losing its consistency, you heard his breathing getting shallower and it encouraged you to pump into him faster again.

“Fuck, good girl.” He purred against your skin.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingernails digging into him as you kept going, despite how overwhelmed you were getting. With your breath trapped in your chest, it would have been easy to become weak, to give in and stop chasing.

But when he rested his head back against the chair and you saw the look in his eyes, you knew that he wanted more. And you knew that you would do anything to give him that. The overachiever inside of you was desperate to hear all of his praises, leaving him anything but completely satisfied was simply unacceptable.

There was still a fire in his eyes. You weren’t sure how much strength you had to maintain this brutal pace, but for the moment you concentrated on getting those dark eyes to glaze over.

Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you pushed your thighs even further back. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around his shaft, his mouth opening as his breathing audibly hitched. Then you relaxed and you could take him deeper - that swollen tip hitting into your sweet spot.

“Oh, guh…” You whimpered, feeling your body quaking under that deep, lustful gaze he was giving you.

You stroked yourself along his entire length as the trembling through your body only got more powerful. Your mind was going blank, losing sense of anything beyond his body.

He put his hand up to your throat, gripping it and using this to pull you closer. Your lips parted and you could feel his breath on your face, but you stopped just shy of kissing him. His other hand went to the small of your back and you felt him apply pressure here.

He lifted his hips into you and your eyes rolled back, loud moans starting to fall from your lips. He controlled the pacing now, holding your body where he needed it so that he could fuck into you deeply. You threw your head back, louder cries coming from you.

You crashed into him with everything that you had, coming undone with this final pump. You went limp against him, your head rested on his shoulder as you remained lost in your climax.

Your walls continued to flutter around him, the aftershocks of your release rocking through your body. This did nothing to slow his rutting into you, his dick spreading you again-and-again.

Until it was enough. Until the stimulations reached the highest peak and he was soaring into his orgasm, both of your bodies finally becoming still.

He collapsed against the chair, his arms wrapped around your body. You turned your face into his neck, shutting your eyes. You were blissfully ignorant of anything else, just listening to the sound of him catching his breath. You didn’t mind that he would sit in this exact chair and give advice to other students as they sat on the opposite side of the desk, less than twenty-four hours from now. You didn’t need to know how many of his emails had been responded to while you were fucking. You were soothed by the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breathing, that literally nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him that interrupted you from your carefree floating - he was tapping you gently, but completely unromantically, on the back.

“Will you be alright to walk to your car alone?” He asked.

You sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your lips. You had been doing this with him for long enough that you could tell what answer he was looking for.

“Uh-huh, I can.” You said, slowly getting to your feet.

You were a distraction, currently running the risk of overstaying your welcome. He had work to do, other things to think about, more important matters than keeping you entertained. He would rather be alone with his thoughts than engage in smalltalk for the duration of the walk to the campus’ parking lot.

And you had told yourself that this was fine, as you pulled your clothes back on. He was doing the same.

You paused, stopping from going over to where your shoes and bag were sitting by the locked door. “Uhm, do I get my panties back?”

He finished fixing the fly of his pants back into place before looking up at you. “Huh? Oh, no I don’t think so.” You opened your mouth, even though you knew there was no arguing with his final word. “Come and get them from me tomorrow.”

You fussed with the hem of your skirt, which hit you at about mid-thigh. “Alright.”

“Mi scusi.” He said after watching you put your shoes on and shoulder your bag. “Kiss before you go.”

You smiled as you walked back around his desk. He tilted his head back so that you could kiss him directly on the mouth. “Goodnight, Mr Torchio.”

… … …

But he wasn't to be found in his office the following day.

You were prepared for his return from this sick day, coming up with something you thought was witty, something you hoped would do more than earn your panties back. You wanted to get a smile from him, you would love to amuse him and prove your worth as more than a fucktoy.

In accordance with how your last encounter had wrapped up, you took your underwear off and left it in your car. You started your walk to his office.

You found the door ajar and lightly knocked your fist against its surface. The room was silent as you pushed the door the rest of the way open, with your gag gift held in the other hand.

He wasn’t situated behind his desk, but the room wasn’t empty. You discovered a familiar blonde woman sitting on the couch.

Victoria - she was another student who attended the same of Ethan’s lectures as you.

You didn’t sit near her, but you had exchanged a few words with her in the hallway, she seemed nice. She had an effortlessly cool air about her as she strolled into class with a skateboard under her arm. Everyone else in that class was irrelevant to you (even when Ethan had you team up for group activities), but she was the least irrelevant of the people that sat behind you. You couldn’t help but notice her, wondering if you wanted to be her, or be with her.

You had never been with a girl before. Even though college was the time when people experimented with their identities, you never let your musings go that far.

“He’ll be back in fifteen minutes, he’s running errands or whatever. But I’ve got the next meeting scheduled with him.” She said. “Trust me to be early for the first time ever and it’s not even worth it, ‘cause the-... is that a fucking apple?”

You felt very awkward as you stood in the doorway, starting to move the fruit so as to hide it behind your back. “Well, uhm…”

She laughed. “We all call you the teacher's pet, but this takes it to a whole new level. You’re really going all the way in on this stereotype, huh?”

You cleared your throat and took a few steps into the room, heading toward the desk. “Actually, it’s an inside joke.”

“Right, between the teacher and his pet.” She said, watching you walk. “So is this the reason that you’re the only one he’s nice to? You bring him a cute little apple for his desk and he decides to not be a jerk or a hard-ass to you.”

You spun around to face her. “He’s not a jerk.”

“Yeah, not to you. Whenever you ask a question, he says great question with this big smile and goes into it with a, like, ten-minute monologue and he’s writing shit on the whiteboard.” She said and you could feel your cheeks heating up. “But for the rest of us? It’s like he couldn’t be fucked to dignify our questions with an answer so, like, every time he wants to open it up for the class to discuss.”

“Uhm, I’ve never noticed him doing that.” You said.

You placed the apple (carefully selected at the grocery store to not have any displeasing bruises on it) onto his desk, on top of some papers in front of his computer - a spot he was guaranteed to notice it. You were planning to send him a text, giving him a clear indication that the apple was from you. To keep the doctor away, you would type. It was disappointing that you would be walking back to your car without panties on, but he would surely make it up to you.

When you turned around, it was to find Victoria staring at you. It was like she was studying you - similar to how you had found yourself looking at her, but this was the first time you were aware of her returning the favour.

“Yeah, of course you wouldn’t notice that. Are you fucking him?” She asked and fear crawled up the back of your throat. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead the next noise was her laughter. “Okay, I was just joking. But shit, look at your face. You’re as red as that apple. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Eventually, you cleared your throat and tried to find something useful to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I was only, like, forty percent on it, but I’m right, I’m totally right.” She said, smiling as she looked you up-and-down. “Everything makes sense now. So that’s why you wear those slutty little schoolgirl outfits.”

Again, you found yourself too stunned to speak. Ethan was the only one who was supposed to notice your clothes - from the tight fit of your blouse, to the short hem of your skirt, it was always for him.

You had never seen Victoria looking before - but now, she thought you were slutty?

“Please Victoria, you can’t tell anyone.” You said, letting your vulnerability show and you took a step toward where she was sitting comfortably on the couch (a couch you had fucked on a handful of times). “I don’t want him to get into trouble. And my degree means too much to me, I can’t have anything compromise that.”

There was no hint of laughter on her face now and she innocently showed you the palm of her hand. “Relax, little one, I’m not into gossiping. What you do with your pussy is your business…” You sighed with relief. “So long as it’s consensual, it is, right?” Immediately, you nodded your head. “That’s good. What kind of consensual shit does he do to you?”

You could only stare at her, it was entirely beyond you to be so direct. You were filled with disbelief, too out of your depth to know how to react.

“I said that I’m not a gossip and that’s true. But what I am is motivated by curiosity, and the things in my head right now- holy fuck, you’ve really got me wondering. It’s like I need to know ‘cause my brain wants those blanks filled in. You’ll help me out, won’t you? ‘Cause you don’t want me to get stuck thinking about it, it could be really distracting. It might get so distracting that I won’t be able to concentrate and I’ll waste the pre-booked time I need with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You felt compelled to say, prompting a smile from her.

“So what is he?” She asked and her smile was reminding you of a cartoon cat that had caught its rodent prey. “Come on my dear, don’t let me die of curiosity here. How about you shut and lock that door, then come sit here with me and we’ll have a little girl talk?”

You drew in a deep breath and curled your fingers into a shaky fist as you started walking over to the office door. You stood facing out of the office as you laid your hand upon the doorknob. You swung it shut, blocking the view of the hallway beyond and you clicked the lock into place.

When you turned back around to face her, you found that she was still smiling. “You’re a good girl, huh?” There was no reason for your heart to start racing at this, as you walked over to the sofa. She made room for you, shifting to the left a little as she draped an arm over the backrest. Her eyes were set on you as she invitingly patted the available space directly next to her body.

You sat down, feeling the nervous energy moving through you. It wasn’t entirely different from the adrenaline you got to enjoy when locked in this office.

She looked perfectly at ease, her fingers playing through her golden hair. “I can’t say that I blame him. I get why he would want some extra time with you- you’re gorgeous and this whole look really works for you. I’ve noticed how consistent you are, I’m sure that’s very attractive to him.”

“You think that I’m gorgeous?”

“Well of course I do. I have eyes, don’t I?” She asked before noticing the look on your face. “Oh, what’s wrong, little one? Does he not tell you how gorgeous you are as often as possible?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. He-...”

She lightly brushed the backs of her fingers against your cheek. “Is that the first time you’ve been called attractive and gorgeous by a girl?” You found you couldn’t speak, instead just nodding your head. “Does it make you uncomfortable when I say stuff like that? ‘Cause I can stop if you don’t like-...”

“No, you don’t have to stop.” You said, but you couldn’t make yourself meet her eye.

She let her hand rest on your shoulder. “I don’t even have to think about whether or not you’re doing this for the grades, ‘cause I know it’s not about that. You’re so smart that you don’t need to screw for better grades, ‘cause you’re already getting the best grades possible. You’re just fucking him for fun and I love that for you.

“Good for you. And good for him. I bet you’re really obedient. Do you do exactly what he says?” She asked as her fingers smoothed the crisp fabric that covered your shoulder. “Would you do exactly what I ask you to do?”

“What would you ask me to do?”

She licked her lips, her grin wider now. “Well, I might want a bit more privacy. And I know, and you know that the door being locked isn't really gonna keep anyone out, ‘cause there’s the department master key, in addition to Ethan’s key. But you could take one of those chairs, push it against the door and that would slow down anyone trying to get in, and it would give us kind of an alarm for the door being opened.”

You were silent as you got to your feet, despite the fact that you were full of questions. With your mind racing, it was impossible to know what to say first. You grabbed one of the chairs that faced his desk and started to drag it over to the door. As you pushed it up against the door, you wondered why she was so desperate to securely lock the door. All of the answers that you could find were of exciting outcomes.

“Good girl.” She said as you joined her on the sofa again, your bodies almost touching. “I got a little distracted while you were doing that…” She grinned, sparkles filling her light eyes. “You see, I couldn’t help myself from looking at your ass. And then I got to wondering if you’re wearing panties under that slutty skirt.” Your hands immediately went to the hem of your pleated skirt. “Do you wanna show me?”

“I-...”

Your thought went unfinished, the rest of your sentence suffocated by her mouth on yours. And you were instantly kissing her back, all thoughts leaving your mind as you indulged in the softness of her lips, moving so easily against your own. The adrenaline rushed your body, addicting enough that you wanted to stay.

She was licking her lips as she looked away. Forgetting to be embarrassed, you started to lift up your skirt, peeling the fabric up from your thighs. You felt the air on your cunt and let your eyes flutter shut.

She gasped. “Holy fuck. You just walk around campus like this? That’s so sexy.”

Biting into your lip couldn’t suppress your smile. A little bashfulness crept in and you crossed one leg over the other. “Only from my car to here. And I don’t do it, like, regularly or anything.”

“It makes me wanna touch you.” She said, moving in closer again. You looked from her parted lips up to her enchanting eyes. “You’re his star student and now I’m gonna make you see stars…”

She tilted her head to the side, coming in a bit closer. But it was you who entirely closed the gap between the two of you. You kissed her, your heart launching into your throat as she responded by pushing her chest against yours. She cupped your cheek in her hand and you let your lips part. Her tongue slowly swiped back-and-forth against your top lip, making you feel like you were melting.

Her fingertips traced down, sliding onto the side of your neck as her tongue came into your mouth. She touched you with such tenderness, taking her time to explore every inch of your skin. You found yourself thinking about your exposed cunt more-and-more, her tongue working against the roof of your mouth and inviting you deeper into the pleasure.

You didn’t resist when you felt her fingers work your top button open. You just went on kissing her, feeling your excitement building.

“Is this what it’s like with him?” She asked, working two more of your buttons open. “Does he fuck you right here on this couch?”

"We have before, yes." You said.

Her hand moved in under your top, stroking at the skin above your bra and you could feel your breath getting shallower. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"What if I go like this…?" She pushed her hand into the cup of your bra, her eyes staring into yours.

Her soft hand moulded to the curve of your breast, holding and you nodded your head, unable to speak. Her thumb caressed your skin and your nipple steadily hardened against the palm of her hand.

She held your breast with a firmer grip, her fingers moving as they sought a different hold. She was able to manoeuvre her fingers, sliding her index and middle fingers to either side of your nipple. Gently, she applied pressure, testing to see how you responded to a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back for her.

She grabbed your nipple between her fingers and a breathless smile touched your lips, the sensitive nub was more starved for attention than you had realised. You shifted in your seat as she kept up this delicious pressure.

As you were sinking in to this stimulation, she returned her mouth to yours. You put your hand to the side of her face, drawing her in closer as you cheerfully farewelled all of your earlier inhibitions.

Your moan was muffled by her sweet lips when you felt her twist your nipple, playing the peak past its natural position. This served to add to the fire deep inside of you, with the arousal radiating out. She twisted it the other way.

“Good little girl.” She praised. “You like having your yummy tits played with, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You said, you had started to shake.

“They’re so gorgeous, I could really get distracted by them.” She said and you giggled, feeling flattered. “But I wanna touch you more. Do you know what I mean?”

You returned her stare as you nodded your head. You wanted to know exactly what she meant, to know it with every fibre of your being.

“Good little girl.” She said and she put her hands down to your pleated skirt. She lifted the hem even higher as her eyes travelled down to your pussy. She licked her lips as her hand curled into an eager fist around the fabric of your skirt. “You’ll tell me if I do anything that you don’t want, or if you don’t like how something feels, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” You said as she rested her hand up high on your thigh.

Her lips crushed against yours as her body leaned into your own. One hungry kiss followed the next, with her tongue swiping between your parted lips. Your fingers lightly twisted around her long hair as you followed her into this deeper rhythm.

She glided her hand up, moving from your leg to your crotch. She comfortably rested her hand against your pussy, cupping it as her tongue seemed to dance inside of your mouth. Her fingers slowly shifted, brushing through the little curls of hair they came into contact with. Blood rushed to this area as you keenly tried to predict her next move.

She moved her fingers lower, seeking out your entrance. She ghosted the tips of her fingers across your hole, not pressing inside yet. But it was enough to make you quiver uncontrollably.

“That’s really fuckin’ wet.” She said with a smile.

You bit your lip as you nodded. “Yeah.”

She dragged her fingers up, finding your clit. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut as your muscles tensed. Delicately, she rubbed the hood as she returned her mouth to yours.

You were moaning and whining against her lips as one passionate kiss followed the next. Her lust was incredible, carrying you away and leaving no space for second-guessing. Between her tongue and her fingers, you were feeling bewitched.

She took her hand off of your pussy, leaving you to ache. You weren’t trying to regain your composure as you opened your eyes. You watched her breathlessly as she raised her hand up to her lips.

She maintained eye contact as she placed her newly-wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off. You couldn’t help but smile and she fluttered her lashes at you.

“Sweet little cunt.” She said.

You couldn’t think of anything to say back to this unique compliment. But she wasn’t waiting for a response from you.

Instead she lifted her butt from the cushion and moved herself forward to place her knees onto the floor. She placed herself between your parted knees, looking up at you with that keen grin on her face.

You stared at her as she ran her hands up-and-down your bare thighs. Your mind was racing, practically overflowing with desires. You didn’t know what she had planned next, but you wanted to find out. You wanted to find out how much higher she could take you, you wanted to find out everything she could do to you with unbelievable hunger.

She pushed her hair back off of her shoulders and started to lean forward. Her eyes left your face, instead fixing onto your exposed pussy. The bashfulness that you felt was overridden by your surging lust and curiosity.

You felt the warmth from her face on your skin, this was followed by her tongue, making your heart leap into your throat. The tip of her tongue began at your entrance, then she ran it up, tasting more of your slit.

You sighed heavily, your eyes wanting to flutter shut as she moved her tongue up-and-down. These little waves were so inviting, sending intoxicating tingles radiating through your body.

Then she sank the tip of her tongue inside of you. She pushed into your cunt, drawing more whines from you. She began to flick her tongue about, playing between your sensitive walls until you were squirming, wanting to rock your hips.

With a slurping noise, she pulled out, leaning back. Your mouth hung open as you looked at her, watching as she licked her lips. You didn't waste a single second in worrying over the door remaining locked. You were too entranced by her (and how she could make you feel) to stress about how much time of this privacy that you two had left.

“That’s such a sweet fuckin’ cunt.” She said. “I want more, my dear.”

“Yes.” It came out as a strained whisper, at present there was no chance of you getting your voice any louder.

She went in with her pointer finger, slowly pushing this inside of you. You moaned and tilted your pelvis, one of your hands gripping the couch for support as she went in deeper.

She pulled her finger back, then glided forward again. Inside of you, she worked the digit back-and-forth, prompting a fluttering from your inner-walls. She set into a tempo, masterfully massaging you into a more excited state.

You let out a loud moan when you felt her mouth making contact again. This time she laid her lips down upon your clit, kissing it fondly. All the while, she kept that finger moving and exploring inside of you.

Then she spread you further by pushing a second finger inside. She started to lick all over your clit and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold yourself still.

She removed her mouth and immediately slapped her fingers down against your clit. You felt like your head was spinning in the aftermath of the spank. The intensity was almost disorientating, you had never been spanked there before. Your nerves were on fire now.

As you gasped and quivered, she gently kissed your clit again, playing with the new sensitivities she had just awoken.

“What do you think he would do if we left a little stain of your sweet cum on his couch?” She asked, but you didn’t want to think about Ethan right now.

It was so much easier to just get carried away with your thoughts of her.

Especially when she spanked your cunt again, two quick slaps that made you flinch as you felt rattled down to the very core of your being. These grand stimulations swept through you, clearing all thoughts from your mind.

You didn’t get a chance to calm down from this crazed height. She plunged her fingers in deeper and curled them up. Your legs went limp and you were floored by how easily she had been able to find your sweet spot.

“Are you gonna come for me, like a good little girl?” She asked.

There was no answering this because there weren’t any words left in your head. When her lips returned to your clitoral hood, your eyes rolled up and you felt like you were on the verge of ascending.

You could feel her fingers pumping, just as her tongue was working your clitoris over, but you couldn’t keep track of her tempo. Because it was all too much for you to bear. It was too powerful, too intense and too perfect.

“Come.” She instructed, barely breaking contact with your clitoral hood. “Come for me. Do it.”

Your hips snapped into her, pressing forward as you began to come undone.

She pulled her mouth away from you. “Yes, good girl.” She spanked your throbbing clit, prompting a convulsion from you. “Good little slut.” She hit your cunt two more times, making you keel over to the side as she drew her fingers out of you.

You laid down on the couch, feeling like you were slipping out of reality as you shut your eyes.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable there.” She said. “I don’t know how you two usually do things on the couch, but…”

“You’re right.” You said, sitting up.

She got up from the floor and began to smooth your hair out. You immediately pushed your skirt down, covering yourself. You did up the buttons on your shirt, rushing to make yourself presentable again.

“Don’t worry, all of your secrets are safe with me.” She said.

“Thanks, Victoria. I…” You continued to find yourself at a loss for words as you looked at the pretty girl next to you.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, playing with your hair a little as she did so. You could taste yourself on her lips, before she was pulling away far too soon.

“Come on, you gotta get out of here.” She said.

You got to your feet and took the chair away from the door, dragging it back to its usual spot. You unlatched the lock, putting your hand to the doorknob.

“We should do this again sometime…” She said, winking at you when you glanced back at her.

You smiled, feeling flustered. You stepped out of the office and began to walk away, feeling very different to how you had when approaching the room. You barely noticed any of the things you passed, or the steps as you took them - it was auto-pilot that got you back to your car. You unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat.

It took some time for you to remember that you needed to message Ethan.

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maneskintifoso · 2 years

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Date night 🫶

Victoria x reader

— warnings— smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics —

— summary: you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel —

So when she asked you out on a date you were taken aback, why would the hot famous rockstar want to date you? It was definitely a shock and you weren't sure whether you should just say no but you were more ready for a relationship now and you really liked her. So you said yes. And now you were standing in your room mildly regretting it.

Victoria had sent you the address and it was a fancy restaurant that was in the east village. You knew that Vics vibe was very rock n roll and very fashionable. You on the other hand felt very unfashionable, you tended to for floral prints and sweaters and midi dresses. After lots of changes and fresh outfits you decide on a tight black dress with little pink flowers on and lace details. You feel sexy and pretty and you feel like it kind of matches Vics vibe. After applying makeup and finishing your hair, you get stuck on what shoes to wear. Black converse or platform doc martens. You settle on the doc martens as they are easier to get off.

Your phone rings and its vic

“Hey i'm just leaving now” you are running down the stairs in a rush not be late.

“Cool cool, yeah i was just ringing to check you are still up for tonight but clearly you are '' she lets out an awkward laugh and you can tell that she's also nervous.

“Yeah no i'm really excited”

“Yeah me too, i'll let you go cause you sound like you are running a marathon”

“Haha ok i'll see you soon”

“Ciao” you put your phone safely in your pocket and keep walking as fast as you can.

When you are just around the corner from the restaurant you stop and take a deep breath, you don't really know how adult first dates work and your friends have given you advice but what if you forgot or it was awkward.

You walk towards the restaurant and you see vic casually leaning against a wall, you put on a smile and walk up to her.

“Hey you look really nice” you chastise yourself for saying ‘really nice’ why did you say that? Why didn't you say really pretty or sexy or something more enthusiastic?

“Ciao,you look absolutely stunning, shall we go in?” she nods toward the door and extends her arm.

“Yeah lets go” you link her arm with yours.

The waitress shows you to your table which is tucked away in the corner of the restaurant and for a minute you are worried it will be awkward but vic is already talking to you and you are sucked into the conversation. Vic asks you about your job and hobbies and your college major and what life for you was like. You try your best to ask her questions about her job and what the whole fame thing is like and her friends back home but vic seems more eager to talk about you then herself. You order the only vegan thing on the menu which was a vegan burger and when she realises you are vegan she apologises profusely for not picking somewhere more vegan friendly. The date had gone really well and you were proud of yourself doing something that is out of your comfort zone.

“Nightcap at my hotel?” vic asks on the way out of the restaurant, you are pretty sure she is just asking you back for sex but who are you to disagree.

“Yeah sure” the uber ride to your hotel you talk about music and the models of basses that you wished you owned. It was sweet and you were so happy to have someone to talk about this with. You loved your band but the rest of the band played their instruments and had no interest in yours.

“So do you and your band do shows or anything?” you nod

“Yeah we play the occasional bar show and clubs sometimes, people are really getting into indie music so we are definitely getting more and more shows” she smiles widely

“Would you ever tour?”

“I would love to, I mean I guess it would need to be after we finish college but definitely” she looks like she is plotting something and you aren't sure what she is going to say next.

“You're always welcome to join us on tour”

“Ummm thats really nice of you, we wouldn't want to intrude”

“You could never intrude” she runs her hand up your thigh and a shiver runs through you.

“Do you like that princess?” you nod adamantly and she puts her hand closer to your pussy. You hold back a whimper for the sake of the poor taxi driver.

When you make it up to her hotel room you look around at the luxury interior, the dim lights and the neatly made bed. This was something you had never experienced, you had always lived in new york, the furthest you had moved was to your new flat. You stand in the doorway staring at the room, vic clearly notices you freezing and wraps her arms around your neck. You initiate a kiss, it's not even really a kiss, your mouths are just slotted together. She runs her tongue over your teeth, ist a funny feeling but not a bad one. She signals for you to jump and you are confused, you aren't sure how she's going to hold you. You are both similar sizes but you are a little bit taller than her and you are worried that she won't be able to hold you and it will be awkward. So the only thing to do is redirect her, you start kissing her neck. She makes these little throaty noises and you can feel yourself getting wetter.

She runs her hands over the bottom of your dress and you expect her to pull it over your head but she just runs her hands over your wet underwear. She lingers on your clit and you let out a moan, you expect her to withdraw her hand but she then pushes your underwear to the side and slides in a finger. Without any trouble she finds your g spot and your knees buckle no one has ever been able to do this. You had just got out of a relationship when you met victoria and lets just say that it had been very dry sex. But with vic it was magical.

You expect her to do something more or you hope that she does something else but she just pulls out her fingers and you try to almost chase after them. She lets out a raspy laugh and you know she's laughing at you but you don't feel embarrassed at all. You decide enough is enough and pull your dress over your head, when you look at her she doesn't look happy with you at all.

“Did I tell you to do that?” she says in a dominating tone. You look down in guilt.

“No mistress” she yanks your hair making your head snap up toward her face.

“On the bed and on your hands and knees now” you instantly get onto the bed in hope that Victoria will go easy on you. But you know that was probably unlikely.

She spanks you hard on your thigh and it causes you to jump and tumble onto your elbows.

“You will count for me cucciola and when i am done you will thank me”

“Yes mistress”

She starts hitting you alternating between each of your cheeks and your thighs. You keep count and after 20 you wonder if she has plans to stop but she doesn't she just keeps going. You can feel the tingling and stinging in you ass and thighs and you know sitting down tomorrow will hurt like a bitch.

“Puppy you are getting slow on the counting” she hits you again and again and you consider safewording but she must sense that you are getting close to your limit because she announces that she is doing the final 10 spanks.

After she's done you managed to stutter out a quiet “thank you miss”

“Do you want to keep going princess?” she gently rubs your back and its so soothing.

“Yes mistress” you can see her smile and she spanks you again.

“Lay flat on your back” she commands from behind you. You quickly lay on your back and lean up on your elbows to see what she is doing.There is a sharp pain on your ass from the spanks “I didn’t say you could look at me puppy” you quickly put your arms down so you are laying flat and look at the white ceiling.

She straddles your waist and her face is suddenly above yours.

“You look so good beneath me” she leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips and it throws you off. You try to deepen the kiss and chase her lips but she sits up before you can. “Show how much you want me, touch yourself for me cucciola” you have never mastrubated in front of someone else before.

You weren’t really sure what to do, you never really did much to get off when you were alone and you were worried that it wouldn’t be good enough for Victoria.

You apphenively reach your hand down and toward your clit. You start rubbing slow circles and occasionally going up and down, it’s not doing a whole lot for you especially with the nerves. You let out a fake moan and vic pulls back from the kiss to look at you.

“Tell me you aren’t for real” she sounds snappy and you feel more embarrassed.

“Sorry princess I didn’t mean to make you feel self conscious” she rubs up and down your arms and you are unsure of what to say.

“I just rather have you touch me” you say quietly.

“Do you deserve it?” She’s got a more dominant tone again and instantly you are back into the scene.

“I took all your spanks mistress” it comes out slightly bratty and she’s got a frown.

“Tell me what you want then baby”

“Just touch me anywhere”

She runs her hand down to your pussy and rubs her hand over it. She starts to circle around your entrance and puts part of her finger in, you buckle your hips toward her fingers and she completely moves her hand away. You make a keeling noise and she shakes her head at you.

“If you can’t stay still then I’ll have to tie you up” you moan at the idea of her tying you up again. “Oh you really are a slut, wait there then Princess” she gets off you and goes to her suitcase. She gets out a tie and a scarf, it surprises you that she doesn’t carry round a whole sex shop with her.

“Have to improvise” she has a smile on her face and she is pulling your arms above your head and tying them to the headboard. She moves down to your ankles and uses one of her scarves to tie one leg apart and then the other to the headboard.

“Thank you mistress” she is kissing down your body and working towards you pussy. As she gets closer you start to get worked up and she gets closer but she just misses it and kisses your thighs instead. You roll your head back in annoyance and she just keeps going on her mission.

“Please vic” she moves up again and finally her mouth is on you. You let out a loud moan at her tongue on your clit and she uses her fingers to finger you slowly. She keeps going and your moans are getting louder and louder as you get closer to finishing.

“Do you want to come?” You nod ferociously.

“Let me hear you then baby” you moan loudly as she gets you closer to finishing and you let out little cries. “So pretty baby” your legs are starting to shake from how intense it is.

“Come for me” you come loudly with her tongue on you. She licks up the aftermath of your orgasm and it feels so sensitive, you are letting out little sounds from how sensitive you are.

She moves to lay beside you and you switch positions with her. You kiss her neck and she is letting out whimpers, you kiss down her chest and slowly start to finger her. She spreads her legs more and more as you start to go faster. “Put a second one in”

“You aren’t ready”

“Just because you are on top does not mean you are in charge” you mutter a quiet sorry and put a second finger in, it takes a bit of a push but when you do it she moans louder than she has so far today.

“Thank you Princess” she starts to get more frantic as she gets closer and you are starting to get more worked up. You can tell she’s getting closer when her moans get more and more frequent.

“I’m so close baby” you start to move your hand faster and swipe your thumb over her clit. She almost screams as she comes and you smile at her.

You lay beside her and she is breathing loudly and you watch her chest rise and fall.

“I’ll go get some cream for you ass and a glass of water, just give me a second” she rolls over and just lays there for a minute.

She gets and gently rubs a cold cream into the marks. You let out a little gasp from the temperature and she quietly apologises about it.

“I really enjoyed today” she lays back next to you and you smile at her. “Thank you for putting up with me” she seems a bit insecure about it

“I love spending time with you vic, I will always put up with you” she cuddles into you and kisses you lightly and you hope this will be forever.

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meow-town · 2 years

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Finished!!!! (My art is bad, and I’m fairly new to digital art, so let me down slowly)

And as promised, a pair of HCs to go along with it!

Metal Family Halloween HCs! (General and x Reader)

-Dee acts like he doesn’t like dressing up, but he gets really into it. He was that one kid who always had the best, most original, most niche costumes (and you could always tell his parents would help him). He went as Cthulhu for Halloween once when he was 6 and he just looked adorable <333

-He really enjoys scary movies and actually doesn’t get easily spooked by them too, he crapped his pants watching Insidious though. He’s one of those people who reminds themselves that it’s not real, and it actually works for them.

-Doesn’t like gummies, just hard candies and chocolate bars. He thinks gummies are too sweet. So instead of trick or treating, he just goes out and buys a whole bag just for himself. (Also he thinks he’s way too old to go trick or treating) Much prefers handing out candy to the neighborhood kids in matching costumes with you, you were Victor and Emily from the Corpse Bride that year.

-Heavy is just in it for the candy, and he likes seeing black cats pop up on his instagram during October times. He also likes scary mazes and all that kind of stuff. Doesn’t mind dressing up and likes doing Halloween escape rooms with his friends. He’s the type of person who likes getting scared.

-Although Heavy has a huge thing for overly obscene Halloween masks, he loves the classic werewolf look. With his flannel and clip on cat ears. Dee always teases him saying he looks like a furry 😭

-Heavy will always join people to watch creepy movies, even if he watches them through the spaces in between his fingers. He’ll have his chest puffed out and say he doesn’t get scared easily, only to not be able to watch Chucky. Put on the most disturbing documentary about a serial killer who never got caught, and he’ll watch happily. Now, put on a crappy horror movie with the least scary antagonist you’ve ever seen, and he won’t be able to finish it. Unless of course, you’re there for him to cling onto at every screamer on your movie nights.

-Glam goes crazy on decoration and the spooky shit. I mean, his house has a replica of a ram’s skull on it. And that’s on during the whole year. He has impeccable taste in decoration, my man isn’t going to settle for plastic jack o lanterns scattered across his lawn, no.

-He will sculpt entire statues for Halloween, he’s good at everything so-

-Sculptures of fallen angels, imps, headless horsemen, characters from Lovecraft… He is also a big fan of fancy candles! He’ll have electric ones out on the orch to prevent fires, but inside the house he’s got tons of them. In really nice scents, as well. During Halloween season, the whole house smells of smoked sandalwood and lotus.

-Speaking of what Halloween season is to Glam, he puts up decorations as soon as September rolls around. It’s his favourite time of year. He also likes wearing cozy wool sweaters. Likes it even more when you’re piled on top of him with a weighted blanket, stroking your hair lovingly.

-He loves the history of Halloween but strongly dislikes the marketisation of it all.

-Victoria doesn’t have much of an opinion on it, but she enjoys watching scary movies with the family. For two reasons, they’re like the perfect date night movies for her and Glam, and because she loses her shit watching Heavy’s reactions.

-Victoria has this habit of going through Heavy’s collection of Halloween masks. She’ll scare the kids every chance she gets with them, spooking them whenever they turn a corner. Don’t worry though, she wouldn’t dare to scare you, she wouldn’t want to submit you to the Jigsaw mask Heavy has dug away in the attic.

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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Måneskin Reaction :: You Flirt With Them ❤️

# word count. 2k

♡ note. hello, bisexuals and associates!!! happy pride month. you’ve given so much love to my ‚gettin‘ frisky w/ måneskin' 18+ scenario y’all are amazing. so, i’m back back back again 👀 for more fun stuff, this time with some world-building. enjoy!

TAGS/WARNINGS. ⚠️ ot4 imagines x gn!reader, suggestive, humor, cursing, innuendo, sex toy mention, ass jokes, reader’s dirty mouth, flirting at work, brief violence/alcohol/party drugs mention, almost-accident, damiano’s steamy gnc outfit

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thomas | Things start out in a literal fleeting heartbeat. You’re kind of exhausted from the concert high, but also full of guitar solo-induced adrenaline. Lord knows how you got a ticket for the very front. Afraid to be a little overzealous and attention-grabbing, you still made sure the band did not think the festival crowd was lame. Singing louder than three people at once hopefully makes a difference. So that’s that, and the setlist was great, anyway. Now, the stage is almost entirely empty, people rush to drink water. And: They want to see Metallica playing it up on a different stage. They’re already blasting a Queen song to warm up and gather the audience. Over here, the first row of course doesn’t dissolve that fast. Actually, you’re not mad being stuck here. You’re kind of witnessing staff tidying some cables right in front of you, and your band crush stringing up his guitar in real time. Thomas, who else. Fiddling with his instrument, he’s kind of preoccupied. Man, he’s too cute. You love his tousled hair and cravat. Enter Sandman is playing from the other direction, so more and more people around you start to leave. How you care, you just keep your head turned to the Måneskin stage hoping there’s a chance to interact. But watch what happens next — oh boy.

After Thomas — in full glam gear, that is — rattles down head first from the stage stairs since his heels got caught, but thankfully grabs hold of your arm: Well. Now you do have a chance to chat him up. Sort of like a little meet and greet. Okay, it’s kind of improvised and casual. You saved his neck and those long legs from tangling, he wants to repay you. „Oh— You like my guitar?“ he quips, with his signature sultry bedroom eyes, you know `em. „Hey sure, I can play something for you. I know it’s a bit shabby, but it’s supposed to be like that!“ And he starts plucking away on the fretboard, doing some scales, it all looks pretty impressive. You continue with some banter like hey, it’s supposed to be all chipped-off and rundown. He’s a super sexy rockstar, and practice makes perfect. A used guitar’s a good one. Thomas almost messes up his playing when he hears you call him sexy. „Am I?“ — „Of course! Look at you.“ — „I don’t get that a lot. People call me laid-back or something. You also look really cool.“ Duh, you have Måneskin merch on. Of course you look sick as hell. With the conversation progressing, the two of you sort of trail off backstage, and Thomas asks if you wanna have some licks, too. „Guitar licks or some other licks?“ is what you reply, and he shrugs, looking pretty sheepish right there. „Whatever you choose.“ — „Best of both worlds sounds very good.“

victoria | Dancing up to Victoria at a party feels scarier than it actually turns out to be. Although you’re terrified she’ll reject and flame you, you just give it a try and slowly, very slowly but surely… gyrate those hips in her direction. She smiles at you, she gets on your wavelength, returns the moves. Does she like what you do? Maybe? Is she in the mood? Is she just friendly? Does she laugh because she thinks you look utterly pathetic in front of the queen of the world? She’s Victoria from Måneskin! Hell, you just keep going. You started this, you got your groove on, you can’t chicken out now. The eye contact, it’s everything. That Vic walked up to the party in a hot cowgirl outfit is just too hot to ignore. A drunk and dizzy guy, ill-dressed and foul-mouthed as can be, stumbling in her direction with no seeming breaks on you briefly shove out the way. Not too aggressively, but resolute enough. How dare this smelly fucker interrupt your little mating dance right here. One does not disturb an art performance! Damiano on his best behavior, standing some meters away with his cocktail glass takes care of the rest, cussing the house down like hey you stupid walking can of beer, get out, Victoria is flirting, what’s your problem! Damiano is going absolutely ballistic on this guy, he gets a taste of his own medicine. You’re too infatuated to understand what’s happening, and nobody else cares, anyway. It’s too loud to understand the rest of the verbiage over there.

In the meantime, Vic is buzzing with excitement because her favorite song is suddenly playing at maximum volume. As if it’s a sign from above, you know the lyrics and mouth them. That’s the absolute last straw, baby. „We need to go, we need to go!“ — blink once, Victoria drags you onto the dancefloor without further ado and goes crazy. You’re suddenly wearing her cowgirl hat. So there we are! Everyone knows this lady can headbang, but this is a new level. The beat is pumping like Damiano’s heart when he sees a palette of black eyeshadow. Whatever it is that Victoria’s busting out there, hands going in all directions, you like it. That wild ass moshing almost knocks over people’s drinks in your vicinity. Gladly, a very oblivious Ethan is there to just stand in the way and shield the whole scene with his hunky body-ody-ody, like your personal hired guard. With the entire crowd pushing in all directions and new guests pouring into the room, everything gets tighter and— Well you know. Victoria winds up grinding her ass against you. And not in a shy way. Did you pass away, is this heaven? Did someone slip you an ecstasy pill? This girl is making you go insane by the minute. You never thought Vic would actually reciprocate at all, so… the more you know, and who knows where this might lead, huh.

ethan | Music video filming: Over! Cut! We’re finished. Hustle and bustle everywhere. The producer is already envisioning millions of clicks, money, stocks — and gets on your nerves talking about `EthaNFTs’. Damiano retreated to write down some song lyrics that he doesn’t want to forget on the fly, Vic is eating a big ole hamburger in a diner next door, and Thomas is recording a kind of tiktok challenge around the corner. You arranged all the props that needed to be placed on the current set, and now put them back again. All done, then. You’re amused how the makeup and styling team took off in five seconds flat. Their favorite restaurant in the area had earlier closing times. But Ethan, taking the longest to pack up his drum kit, is now left to his own devices with changing his lace outfit back to casual. If it is casual at all, he’s 24/7 stylish. The sparkly eyeliner gotta stay on then, he has no clue where the wipes are. Just a minute later, you hear him go through a clothing rack in an adjacent room. Oh Jesus, he’s in there naked. Or in his underwear. Shit, the door is only half-closed. In an attempt to look uninvolved, you try to busy yourself picking up a glass of apple juice from the catering service and almost bump into Thomas doing the same thing, actually leaving for the parked tour bus. Departure in fifteen minutes says the driver, back to the hotel.

You can’t get yourself to actually leave just now. The set still isn’t cleared, right. So you’re just standing there, drinking juice, watching the camera crew discuss something about editing. After Ethan’s done, 90’s rock band tanktop on, guess who looks real grumpy. „Tangled mess,“ he complains under his breath, and you can tell it’s the hair, a beehive of heavy product and knots. You step over and offer your aid. After all, you’re staff, too. Ethan’s always in his own world and takes care of his things: Doesn’t mean he will refuse help. Since he can’t find a proper mirror, Ethan `bird’s nest‘ Torchio is more than okay with you brushing out his hair. Hallelujah, he has his own comb with him. He sits down, scrolls through his phone, you do your thing, making small talk at the same time. It’s actually relaxing. And who has sexier hair. You quiz him about his beauty routine while you’re at it, and he says he really takes his time in the bathtub to really work in the shampoo and conditioner. The hair gets too caught in any sink, and the shower is just boring and not so Italiano. You joke about how he should show you. You realize that would also mean… getting in the tub with him, right. Ethan, no stranger to Freudian slips, smoothes over the situation by saying why not take a camera, have you stand outside the tub and try the routine on him, so it’s gonna be a vlog at the hotel. Harmless new Ethan Insta content idea. Okay: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for doing my hair, let’s go to the bus then he says, and you walk next to each other. You always wanted to get to know him a little better.

damiano | Breakfast at the seaside hotel: The two of you already exchanged some vaguely heated glances. Nobody else was there except you, Damiano, and his sexy garter belts. You happened to be the only people in the hall at 5:45 AM, although it all felt really awkward still. That your designated tables were right next to another really did not help with the odd atmosphere. You were surprised to see him with his guard down, actually, even if his get-up screamed confidence and sexuality. Who dons a waist corset and shoulder harness this early in the morning. Walking up to the buffet where he paced around indecisively, you picked up a sandwich yourself. Right after complimenting Damiano’s all violet fashion choice… and just had to make fun of him when his `aesthetic‘ butt plug accessory chain got caught on the leg of the table. Straight-up having him wobble around on his big ass platform boots like a purple flamingo. He even tries to play it off by making a little booty-shaking dance out of it. Courtesy be damned, it’s too frickin’ early in the morning to censor yourself. And he’s the one walking around like he just visited a Dominatrix. So all you said to him was okay, that’s what happens when you put toys in your ass indeed, can’t even walk straight. Going by his unrestrained and bent-over laughter, Damiano enjoys the joke a little too much. This guy is wheezing his soul out. Ten seconds later, the realization hits. Way to go, he’s just clowned himself in front of a stranger he’s been eyefucking with. But the inappropriate humor… sure does something to him.

Back to eating: Even more awkwardly. You’re kind of laughing it off, too, now. But the story’s not over yet. After dropping a plate of scrambled eggs on his satin skirt and opening a sprite that exploded in his face — and onto your sweater, Damiano’s Italian dignity went down the drain entirely. So hey, screw the rest of breakfast, you both direly needed a change of clothing. On your way up to the rooms, someone desperately apologizes with endless what-can-i-do-for-yous. „Hm… I guess I do,“ Damiano clasps his hands behind his back, sort of kicking his dancey legs side to side to the beat of the catchy elevator music. He just looks down at his skirt and smiles all goofy. Is he shy? You just asked him if he really means it when he sings I’ll do whatever you want. Gotta be bold. And quoting his own crazy lyrics back to him when a fitting moment arises is only fair. Since he seems to mean it, you put some heat in your words. „Then, put that plug back in. There’s kids runnin’ around here, you kinky riot girl wannabe!“ — „Oh my God, are you bullying me? You just don’t want me to trip!“ — „Hum, maybe.“ You don’t even know why you’re saying all these things, but very well: See you at lunch then in a new skirt, Mister Damiano David.

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#måneskin #maneskin #maneskin fluff #maneskin smut #maneskin x reader #maneskin x y/n #maneskin x you #ethan torchio #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #damiano x reader #ethan x reader #victoria x reader #thomas x reader #maneskin scenario #maneskin imagine #maneskin drabble #maneskin x gn!reader

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judgementdaysunshine · 24 hours

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Period pains

Pairing: Victoria x Fem reader x Steven Richards

Description: Your partners help you with your nonstop period pains

Warning: Mentions of periods, hygiene products, and blood

The pain shot through you like a lightning bolt as you woke up leading you to sit up only to tear up at the puddle of blood on your side on the bed. You went straight to the shower and turned the hot water on to ease the unbearable pain from head to toe, meanwhile both your partners had woken up only to hear your muffled cries from the shower as Victoria sees the blood on the bed and Steven sees the droplets leading to the bathroom before he opened the shower curtain to find you in a ball as steam surrounded you and the only feeling you focus on is the water cascading down your body while the pain began to feel like your insides were being branded instead of stabbed then ripped apart like earlier as you notice stevie in the corner of your eye while victoria changed the bedsheets and went to the store for your go to emergency kit for your period pains, cravings, and extra pads since you never used tampons due to the extra pain they caused. "It's okay baby, I know it hurts" he helps you out of the shower and puts a heating pad on the bed while you dry off and take a pain reliever before eating wings since the three of you were on a break from being on the road, victoria comes home to find stevie lightly massaging and digging his fingers into your bloated belly and aching back as moans of pain pour out when stevie pulls you into his arms and uses his body heat to help with your pain when the heating pad became too much as you're sandwiched between them and watching each of your favorite movies and episodes of Little house on the prairie for the next half hour as the pain slowly dissipated thanks to the heat and Tylenol. You wake up later on to find victoria putting lidocaine patches on your back when stevie walks back in with a joint and Raven behind him who places a bag of edibles beside you since he would make them for you and you were one of the few people he cared about as he gently places a kiss on your forehead before messing up stevie's hair and leaving, you smoke for a bit after eating a light snack before stevie yet again massaged you and victoria gave you another tylenol to dull out the rest of the pain which made the two relieved at your relaxed state with stevie running his hands through your hair as victoria holds you in her arms for the rest of the night.

#steven richards #victoria x reader #wwe #steven richards x reader #victoria #wwe x reader #steven richards x reader x victoria #victoria x reader x steven richards

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pelova4president · 4 months

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Magic Euros I

Leah Williamson x Wife!Reader

Magic Euros II

summary~ Leah Williamson, England Captain, your wife and the mother of your children managed to balance her private and work life. You thought you couldn’t be prouder but now she’d won the home Euros.

Knowing Leah she, was going into the Euros with a winners mindset, one that no one could destroy. She worked hard to get where she is and she isn’t gonna let this chance slip through her fingers. This is Englands Euros. This Euros is the Lionesses’s.

When you and your wife got together she had just joined Englands senior team. She had always been a confident player but those first few months playing for England were rough. Her confidence was low, she didn’t get any minutes. The team was suffering and she didn’t get the chance to help out.

At Arsenal she was at her place. She played had in red for her whole senior career. Every time she got to wear that badge she wore it with pride. No one could stop her in the Arsenal colours. She loved her teammates, the club and everything around it. Arsenal was Leah’s whole heart, until you arrived. Leah was infatuated by you.

Leah and you had met at a party that her then dutch teammates held. Jill, Viv and Daan introduced the two of you to each other when they saw Leah staring at you from across the room. “Leah, this is y/n. Y/n this is Leah.” Daan had said.

You lived in England but knew the other girls from working in the football industry back in the Netherlands. When Viv moved to England and told you about the opportunities there and how the women’s game was growing you had to see it yourself.

Leah charmed her way into your life. She flirted with you throughout the whole night and eventually won your number. When everyone had gone home you stayed behind to help your friends clean up. “En wat vond je van Leah?” (And what did you think of Leah?) Jill asked curiously. “Ja, ze is wel leuk.” (Yeah, she’s nice) you answered blushing at the thought of the blonde. “Leah vind jou ook zeker wel ‘leuk’.” (Leah definitely thinks you’re ‘nice’ too) Daan laughed.

The girls invited you to the games they played and you turned up, every time. After a bit of teasing and convincing of her teammates Leah asked you out. And from one date came another and that’s how you eventually got into a relationship, moved in together and got married.

You and Leah had discussed the options of having children and started a family after a few years of dating. Both England and Arsenal were doing good and your wife was in her prime time.

When your baby boy was born her eyes were full of tears, she couldn’t believe the both of you had a little family now.

Your son, James, was a few months old and you were about four months pregnant when Leah had to go for England camp. She had been talking about the Euros for months now. When Sarina had told her she’d captain her country she couldn’t hold in her tears anymore. Playing for England was a dream, captaining England was.. marvellous.

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Leah had found it hard leaving you behind, now even more so, pregnant and with a little baby to take care of. Leah had called her mom to help you out. She knew you would want to do everything alone and without help but you needed help and that was okay.

Leah texted you the moment she arrived and called you whenever she could. She got her own room, perks of being the captain, and got to face time you almost every evening.

“Hi baby, how are you and the kids?” she asked looking at you through her screen. “Hey Lee, they’re good, Jamie is asleep and your other baby is very active.” you laughed tiredly. Leah knew you had your hands full, that was why she asked her mom to look after you. Amanda tried to and she helped with James but the pregnancy was hard and more intense than when you were pregnant with James.

You asked Leah about the girls and how they were doing when her door swung open and a hyper active Georgia was jumping on Leah’s bed. “Ooooehh got your wifey on the phone. How’re you doing? How’s little Jamie?” Georgia asked excited while your wife rolled her eyes at her. You laughed at the both of them, “Hi Gee, Jamie’s sleeping and just misses his mommy and aunties.”.

You had brought James to England camp a couple of times. The girls adored him, especially G, Keira and Luce. When Leah had time off, the both of you and James had flew to Barcelona to see Kei and Lucy. It wasn’t long before Lucy had stolen your kid. James was amazed by Lucy, she was so good with kids.

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The opening game of the Euros was held in the Old Trafford stadium, England against Austria. You knew Leah was nervous, she always was even though she would never admit that. But being a captain made it even more nervewrecking.

You sat in the family and friends section of the stadium, wearing one of Leah’s jerseys. She loved it when you wore those, the Williamson name on your back matching both her and your lastname. You even got James in a little England kit with mommy on the back of it.

When Leah walked out of the tunnel, leading the rest of the team with her rainbow captain armband on, you couldn’t be prouder.

The girls had won the game by one goal and got the next day off. Leah had gone home to spend some much needed time with you and your son.

Your own little family was laying on the couch when you felt a kick. Leah was resting her head on your chest, your son in her lap when she heard you gasp. “Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked slightly panicked. Taking her hand and putting it on your belly she felt it. “She’s gonna be a footballer, just like her mommy.” Leah whispered. You raised your eyebrow at her, “How do you know she’s a she hmm?”. Leah looked up and gave you a little smirk “I just know baby.”.

Your wife had to go back in the evening after laying your son in bed.

The weeks went by quickly, Leah got busier by the day but even then she made time for you. After every game she headed straight to you, she could celebrate after with her teammates.

Things got extremely stressful when England reached the Semi-Final against Sweden. But Leah had the right mindset and got the team to play their best. With four goals, Mead, Bronze, Russo and Kirby all scored, they were onto the big final. The final against Germany.

This time Leah had no time off but you got to visit her at camp. With James and a round belly you drove to St. George’s Park.

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When you walked through the big doors of St. George’s Park you were greeted by a bunch of the England girls. Georgia practically launched herself at you, well, at James. You handed the boy over to Georgia and saw Leah. “You’re here baby!” she walked over to you, holding her arms out. You hugged her and she gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much Lee” you whispered into the crook of her neck. “I missed you too.” your wife told you.

Leah eventually got to hold her own son too after she told Georgia off. “I can have him too Gee, he’s my kid.” she scolded the midfielder. Georgia groaned and handed a giggling James over.

You got some time to catch up with a few of the other girls. Most of them told you about how Leah would show them all the pictures of you and James she had and how she’d talk about you nonstop. You talked with Jill and she said that she wanted to start a coffee shop after the Euros and that she probably wants to present football matches and stuff like that. It suited her, she was funny and made for it. You promised to ask around for her and to visit her in Manchester sometime.

The Final was the day you dreaded.

The stadium was absolutely packed with fans, their cheers echoing through the big Wembley stadium. This was the day Leah dreamed of. This was it, the Euros final at home. England against Germany.

Leah walked her team out, just like every other game. The pride armband around her bicep leading her team onto the pitch.

After the National Anthems Leah had a little talk with the team and everyone got ready. The whistle blew and the game began.

As the match progressed, the tension kept building. Germany had scored in the first fifteen minutes, England scored not long after. The score was one to one, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for every goal. The atmosphere was electric, you couldn't help but feel your heart racing with every pass.

When Alessia Russo scored the second goal for England in the 67th minutes the crowd went wild but there was still all to play for. A few minutes later, in the 73th minute Germany scored making it equal again.

Then, in the final moments of the game, when it seemed like a draw was inevitable, something truly unbelievable happened. Leah Williamson, the fearless captain and your wife made a clean tackle that changed the whole game. She got up, dribbled with the ball and with her precise vision and skill, Leah delivered a jaw-dropping assist.

The ball sailed through the air, finding one of her bestfriends. You held your breath as you watched the ball hit the back of the net. This was it, England had won the Euros.

You looked down at your son and realised that they had defeated Germany, in front of their home crowd. This was something magical, it was pure ecstasy.

Your wife sunk to her knees. She had done it. Wiping the tears from her eyes she walked towards her teammates.

She couldn’t celebrate long before she was pulled into an interview. “Leah Williamson, England Captain and European Champion, how do you feel?” the interviewer asked her. She took the microphone and responded, “This is the proudest day of my life, after the birth of my children i suppose.” she beamed. “Excuse me but i have to get to my wife and baby.” Leah excused herself, searching for you.

When she found you waiting in the stand she stood up on her toes and kissed you and James. “You did it baby, you brought it home.” you whisper yelled.

After celebrating the big win you went on a vacation with Georgia, Lucy and Keira. They offered to babysit Jamie whenever the two of you wanted to go out.

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date night away from the kids

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y/nwilliamson that’s kinda hard since there’s still one in me

alessiarusso99 the girlss 🥰

stanwaygeorgia what do you mean ‘kids’ there’s only one with you

↳ lucybronze she meant that you’re a kid too

↳ keirawalsh both of you are kids

↳ leahwilliamsonn all of you are kids

↳ y/nwilliamson you can’t say much babe

daniellevddonk cute 😍😍

katie_mccabe11 milfs 😋

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When the whole Euros thing had settled in you were almost nine months pregnant and James was almost one year old. Leah had already gone back to Club football where they played amazing too.

It got harder and harder to do things on your own so it was very helpful that the Arsenal girls helped you out whenever they could. Katie, Viv and Beth loved to babysit which really helped you a lot.

When Katie came over to pick the boy up because you and Leah wanted to have one last date night before the other kid arrived, your water broke. I guess this was it, you wouldn’t get another date night until she was atleast a few months old. A stubborn child, just like her mommy. Leah took you to the hospital while Katie took care of little Jamie.

Your baby girl, just like Leah had told you, was very determined and arrived almost immediately in the hospital. “Told you she was a girl.” Leah smirked while holding her. You rolled your eyes and the door opened, revealing two Arsenal strikers. Viv drove the two of them to the hospital as soon as she heard.

“Is she born already?” Beth asked curiously. Leah told her no, “Ha ha, very funny.” Beth said sarcastically while Viv grinned at Leah’s joke. Leah handed the little girl over to Viv who smiled at her. “Her name’s Alice.” you told them.

Alice was just like her big brother, a hand full. They caused trouble on and off the field. Alice tried to kick balls before she could even walk and James ran around the field chasing your wife’s teammates. Katie loved Alice just like she loved James, you were sure she was the one making them act naughty.

When the team travelled to Germany you got to go with them. Katie and Victoria even offered to babysit them so Leah and you had a little alone time away from the kids and the team.

Katie and Vic got Jamie to put his middle finger up and he thought it was funny since they laughed at it. And since his little sister wanted to be just like him she mimicked the action. Vic called Kyra over who was laughing hysterically at the two naughty kids that got told off by Viv. “You shouldn’t do that, that’s very bad!” Viv tried to scold them but failed to hold her laugh in.

But that wasn’t the end of their bad influence. Katie got Alice to pull some pranks on the other girls. They would blame Katie but they won’t blame a sweet kid like Alice right.

The Irish woman sent Alice on a mission to bring all the football boots she could find to her. Katie tied them all together and they hid them together.

It wasn’t long before the next training session was and the angry teammates came after Katie. “It was Alice! I didn’t do anything!” she defended herself. Kim looked at Alice who acted like she knew of nothing. “Did you tie all the shoes together Al?” she asked the girl. Alice shook her head and pointed to Katie who had already started to run away.

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The camp was perfect, a little getaway with your loved ones. The Arsenal staff had all kinds of things planned and most of them were child friendly so the kids got to go with the team.

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germany with the arsenal kids

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lucybronze tell them auntie lucy misses them

↳ leahwilliamsonn jamie has been wanting to see you for weeks now

victoriapelova we’re the best babysitters out there

↳ katie_mccabe11 we really are

↳ y/nwilliamson yeah if you want naughty kids

lottewubbenmoy kleine monstertjes

kyracooneyx you’ve got the weirdest kids out there

↳ leahwilliamsonn because of you yeah

arswfc43 they’re so cuteeee

kcc4evrr i love them and the team sm

When the awards came around, Leah was invited to almost every one of the events and even won a few. Sometimes she got to bring your kids with. It was hard to keep them quiet and keep them from running around but the England girls helped you out.

When Leah won SPOTY both James and Alice escaped out of your and Viv’s grasp and ran over to their mom. You walked over to your wife, apologised to the laughing room and took both of them off the stage with a red face.

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crazy kids and my crazy wife ❤️

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mbrighty04 still can’t believe they ran up on stage on live television

↳ y/nwilliamson can’t believe it either

katie_mccabe11 realll crazy

y/nwilliamson you’re the crazy wife

stanwaygeorgia wonder who they got it from huh

keirawalsh still the cutest tho

liawaelti they’re adorable 🥰

w0soleahwill Alice is gonna be a real star

↳ russoo23 James too probably

pavlovarusso leah and her kids are so adorable

Lucy and Keira came to visit you in London when they had a weekend off. They told you they wanted to see you again but you all knew they’d probably end up giving all their attention to your kids anyway. And just like you expected, Lucy was passed out with James on the couch and Keira was playing football with Alice in your backyard.

The day after they took the kids to the park and to a little farm not far away. Both the kids and the Barcelona players were tired and almost immediately fell asleep after their intense day away.

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might keep them

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y/nwilliamson you can keep them

↳ leahwilliamsonn babe!

↳ y/nwilliamson it was just a joke!

racheldaly3 is that lucy passed out on the couch?

stanwaygeorgia why wasn’t i invited?!!

esme.morgan sneak them in to camp next time please

The kids were adored by everyone, including you and your wife. Playing for England and Arsenal was something incredible but being the mother to your children and your wife was her proudest achievement by far.

A/N I’ll probably write the McCabe!Reader fic next but i kinda like writing these domestic fics 😭

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dollkisses05 · 2 months

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She’s sooooo girlfriend

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chai-berries · 7 months

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ellie coming up behind you and snapping your bra band against your skin, making you jump in surprise. she keeps walking by, barely sparing a glance until you let out a whine of “elllliiiiiieeeeee” and then she’s turning to take you in her arms, rubbing the skin under your bra band. “i’m sorry. it was funny tho” she hides her grin in your shoulder. she takes your offended slap on the shoulder no problem, the smile still on her face when she pulls away. “why are you wearing a bra anyway? here, lemme help you take it off” she barely finishes her sentence when her fingers undo the hooks, letting your “silly” bra drop to the ground. “hmm that’s better. hug time?” “you are like the horniest person i know” you laugh, tightening your hold on her, your bodies smushed together. “and i take that title very seriously. now c’mere” and she’s pressing her lips to yours

#80085 #get it #ellie loves them #the victoria’s secret avoiding supports it #them tatas are EVERYWHERE in that store nsjsjak #where do you look??!??!??#cheeky asf #mads’ headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

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perfect for you II a.russo ~

author note - this is part two of ‘cleats and kisses’, and is loosely based around this request. anyways enjoy and have a holly jolly christmas 🎄 xx

23★ ~ a.russo

in the gentle embrace of the morning sky, the sun casted an unusual warm, golden, light through your large bedroom window. the window, adorned with soft, rustic curtains, slightly ajar, allowing the peaceful glow of the morning to filter through. framed photographs decorated the walls, each capturing a memory in time, all shared with your favourite blonde.

the same blonde lay peacefully in bed, with her hair spread out across your cream sheets. her face, half - buried into her pillow, only allowing calm, rhythmic breaths to leave her parted lips. a softly painted, hand draped itself across your waist, light pink nails slightly digging into your hips.

after a tough, but rewarding game against tottenham, all you wanted to do was allow your body to be welcomed by your lover’s comforting embrace, to feel the joyfulness of the holidays. you had quiet conversations discussing your plans for christmas, and enjoyed the unusual peacefulness you both felt.

her thumb gently traced patterns on your bare thigh, which was tucked tightly between her own pair of legs, a soothing gesture that would be able to ground you both in the moment.

“only if you’re ready to meet my family, lessi. they can be quite overwhelming.” your voice muffled by the blonde’s neck. during your 'cuddle session', your girlfriend had brought up the idea of potentially meeting the rest of your family for christmas. she had already met your parents couple months ago and the introduction couldn’t have gone smoother.

the blonde lifted her head from between your shoulder blades, her eyes filled with love and affection. “i’m willing to face the storm of mccabe siblings if it means i get to keep you,” alessia replied, arms wrapping tightly around you. a cheeky smile adorned her face, small dimples forming on the girl’s cheeks.

“absolutely love, and i promise i will tell them to keep the interrogating to a minimum,” you added, hoping to ease the girl of any worries. you had been dating for almost a year now, and making this step felt like a natural progression for your relationship.

“then saturday night sounds perfect, amore mio,” kissing your cheek, she gazed out the window.

the fading sunlight danced on her features, highlighting each perfection of her face, and you found yourself lost in captivation by her beauty.

"darling, are you sure i don’t need to go buy anything, and this outfit is appropriate?” the blonde asked, gesturing to what she was wearing. you had offered to help her get ready, knowing she was quite nervous about meeting your family.

“yes, i promise you don’t need to bring anything. and you look perfect, lessi, you always do,” you reassured her, a soft smile on your lips. you let the girl fuss over herself in the mirror one last time, the judgement in her own eyes, enough to make you cry.

“ready to go?” you asked the blonde, again she gave herself another look in the mirror and nodded, taking a deep breath. “okay, i can do this,” she said shakily. taking your hand, her confidence growing with your support.

the living room was alive with the sounds of a long - separated family finally together again. the house decorated with red, green and white tinsel, your christmas tree displayed proudly by the fire. the air thick with the smell of home- cooked food, and the walls echoed with laughter.

“hello, everyone!” you called out to your family, with a beaming smile, as the two of you entered through the front door, her hand firmly intertwined with yours. the living room erupted with cheerful greetings.

your family members were quick to welcome the both of you with open arms, instantly making the blonde feel like a part of the family. “how are ya!” your sister ella, was first one to reach you, excitedly engulfing you in a long awaited hug, nearly lifting you off the ground.

then came your youngest sister lauryn, and perhaps the one you missed the most. she crashed into you both, wrapping her arms around the both of you, before extending the invite alessia, pulling her into the embrace.

letting go, your sisters immediately started to create conversation with the blonde. her brows furrowed, both your sister's accents somehow stronger than the irish woman she saw daily, making it difficult for her to understand. questions about where you too met and how she dealt with you were dished out.

your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, as your siblings told your most embarrassing moments to your girlfriend. about to cut into the exchange and save the poor girl, you were abruptly swept up in another embrace, by another set of arms wrapping around you, this time belonging to your mother.

cupping your face, your mom let a few tears slip, in which you wiped away with a small chuckle. "far too long, darling," your mother whispered, holding you so tightly in her grasp, as if you would slip away if she let go.

you hadn't been home in almost a whole year now, your thigh injury meaning you missed the ireland camps, and were forced to stay in london to recover. "i know, but i'm here now, that's what matters," you reassured her, rubbing her back up and down.

then suddenly, her watery eyes shifted to the left of you, arms immediately letting go. curious, you turned to see what had captured her attention. as if a moment in time paused, you saw your mom extending her arms out to alessia, enveloping her in a warm hug. you watched as your mom and girlfriend chatted, your mom making cheesy jokes that she can call her 'mom', and alessia doing her best to keep up with her rambling.

after exhaustingly greeting each of your family members you were finally able to speak to your girlfriend. although not without a few sly comments from your siblings, about the "fashionably late couple", courtesy of your well complimented outfits, - which the blonde would profusely deny she chose.

my father's entrance from the kitchen was perfectly timed, strutting around in his 'dad apron', he announced that dinner was ready. the heavy scent of food was now flowing freely through the house, everybody sitting down, excited to finally eat.

throughout dinner, alessia charmed everyone with her wit and kindness. your family was captivated by her presence, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride seeing how well she connected with them, effortlessly joining conversations. the blonde once shy, began opening up more, cracking jokes and adding the playful banter between your siblings.

"can't forget the time when y/n tried to bake a cake and it ended up looking like a deflated football?" your sister, katie pipes up. laughter erupting amongst your family. "never letting that one go. it's in the mccabe hall of fame now," your older brother added. laughter breaking out through the dining room.

"was it at least edible?" alessia asked, with a playful glint in her eye. "hey! it was, it tasted… well, it tasted interesting, i'll have you know." you responded before any of your siblings could, feigning offense to the comments about your cooking skills.

"interesting is one way to put it. i think even dad had second thoughts." your youngest sister said teasingly. the table bursts into laughter, even louder this time. "i think we've found a new judge for our family cooking contests!" your mother exclaims. alessia laughs, looking more relaxed than she had felt in a long time. "just wait until you hear about the time y/n tried to fix the sink on her own, and flooded the kitchen!"

alessia's eyes widen in amusement, turning to you with her eyebrows raised. "i'm being ganged up on! that didn't happen!" you threw your arms up, trying to think of any excuse to save yourself. "oh that reminds me!" your mother changed the topic, everyone confused as she swiftly left the dining room looking for something.

a moment later your mother returned, but this time with 12 wrapped gifts in her hands. "presents!" she exclaimed, your siblings faces lighting up and their mother's clear excitement. handing each gift, you waited patiently for your turn.

your mother handed you a wrapped gift box, a deep blue wrapping with a golden coloured bow lay in front of you, attached the gold ribbon read a small handwritten tag with your name on it. next to you alessia's eyes glistened, face lit up in anticipation. until, the blonde was given her own gift. "and one for our newest family member," you mother said, her voice laced with warmth. the comment making the blonde's eyes twinkle, a large grin plastered on her face.

"well don’t just stare at em, open them!" wrapping paper flew, a series of cheers chorused as each sibling opened their gift. each gift contained a christmas styled sweater, customised for the sibling.

for alessia, her sweater was a classic, elegant design, in a soft heather maroon colour. it featured a ribbed pattern, and a vibrant red turtleneck, perfect for chilly nights in london.

opening your own gift, you were given a similar sweater to the blonde. a chic, oversized sweater, with a trendy off the shoulder cut, although yours was a slightly richer red, more of a deep burgundy, both sweaters again complimenting each other.

a wave of cozy, oversized sweaters were lifted up in hands across the table, a mix of black, blue, greens, reds and pink sweaters clouded your view, each sibling as happy with their gift as the last. your mom stood at the end of the table, and you could only describe her facial expressions as truly at peace, her children finally together in time for christmas.

giggling with the blonde, you felt so at ease. she really was the one for you. ahead of you, both your parents stood, looking so proud and content. your father's arm was wrapped around your mother, holding her close, eyes glistening. they shared a knowing glance, their gazes both loving and approving. an unspoken message laying in their eyes, a silent affirmation that seemed to say, "she's perfect for you."

as the night went on, you found yourself falling even more in love with alessia, appreciating the way she effortlessly fit into your family and made everyone feel at ease. it was a night you would always cherish, the beginning of many more gatherings to come. you had never felt your family bond feel so strong.

after all, this was what christmas was about.

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Alessiarusso99 Beautiful way to end a really positive 2023, with my girls and thank you mom for the sweater, the girls loved <3

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Y/n_Y/l/n Understatement of the season. That sweater is incredible. 💗

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Leahwilliamsonn I want my own one @Y/n_Y/l/n

Y/n_Y/l/n @y/m/n_ leah wants one as well

bethmead_ i think we all deserve a sweater for christmas? 🧐

katie_mccabe11 😍

lottewubbenmoy love you, sis ❤️

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#arsenal wfc #woso #alessia russo #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community #katie mccabe #leah williamson #lotte wubben moy #victoria pelova

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princesssmars · 5 months

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childhood friends to lovers with victoria neuman. but it’s the boys, so it’s not perfect at all. fluff and angst and slight nsfw.

it wasn't your fault that your teleportation led to some...unsavory situations. but you never took it too far. the most drastic thing you had done was looking at a picture and taking yourself to a theme park when you were supposed to be taking your mid-year final, and even when you got back home with a hastily hidden stuffed puppy in your backpack your mother forced you to go back to school to retake it at seven at night.

you knew your parents pushed you to be perfect, you just didn't think they'd grow so sick of your 'disobedience' that they'd drop you off on the steps of red river with a suitcase and that same puppy in your hands. you waited for days in your bunk bed staring out the window for them to come back, that it was some sick form of punishment they'd decided to inflict on you.

they never did.

after a year of lashing out at the staff workers and sticking to yourself unless totally necessary, you started to try assimilating to your new environment. you finally started to talk to the girl that slept above you, rebecca, until one day she bounded into the room while you were writing in your diary with a bright smile and news that she was being adopted. you couldn't pretend to be happy for her, and didn't talk to her for the rest of her time there despite her efforts, something you would go on to regret.

but you thanked whatever god was in the sky for those people adopting her, because only two weeks later your group caretaker came in and told you all that a new orphan would be taking rebeccas place. beckoning a girl into the room from the hall. when she entered you noticed she was around the same age as you, with eyes more haunted than any person you'd ever seen.

later that day you were sitting by yourself while eating the not so bland but not-so-great lunch when you looked up and made eye contact with your new roommate from across the room, both of you looking away atthe same time.

when you looked back a while later she had her chin in the palm of her hand while the other mushed around the mashed potatoes on her plate. maybe it was pity, maybe it was interest, or maybe it was because you were a not-yet-realized gay preteen, but in five seconds you were standing up and popping up in front of her. she jerked to attention so suddenly that you were scared you'd give her a heart attack. and maybe yourself as your head started to pound, likely from using your powers without focusing.

neither one of you said anything until you slowly sat in the seat across from her, looking her over to make sure she was okay with your presence and wouldnt cry or flinch again.

you told her your name and apologized for startling her, that you hadn't used your power in a while because you hated it. she told you she was nadia and that she hated hers, too.

after that the two of you became friends. it wasn't quick and it wasn't easy, given the two of you still had immense trauma and issues with trusting others. but there was something that connected you to her and vice versa, and when you both realized that you had someone who understood what the other had gone through, your friendship started to blossom.

only a year and a half later the two of you were as close as you could be. you spent nearly every moment together, from the time you woke up in your shared bunk bed, sitting together during teaching time, gagging at the gross-looking fruit at lunch, reading books together during free time, before trying to whisper to each other before your caretaker would come in and reprimand you for being up past midnight.

but sometimes you would find yourself back in that dark place. wondering how your parents could live with abandoning you, why they never considered that if they just asked you would never use your powers again, why you were even born like this. one time you ignored nadia for a few days because of your feelings, and once you had explained everything she told you that she had understood. you weren't expecting her to confide in you that she was in some way responsible for the death of her parents. before you could think you were asking her if she could do the same for you, and you were so scared she was going to be offended before she was laughing.

every day you found yourself grateful for nadia. she was funny and understanding and would help you kick some kid's ass because he was picking on one of the little ones. the two of you might have had a bit of a codependency problem, but anyone in your situation would.

and then the people in suits came, said they thought nadia was 'special' and in only a day she was gone. you tried hard not to cry, but you couldn't help it when you were giving her your last goodbye, making her promise on her life that she'd keep in contact with you, telling her you'd teleport to wherever she was going and kick her ass if she even tried to forget about you. and she promised she wouldn't.

she lied.

years later you turn eighteen and are kicked out of red river with nothing but the small amount of things you'd acquired over the years. you had a ged thanks to the school teachings at the home, but you're near dirt poor with not much going for you. but you refuse to let yourself dwell in your emotions any longer, and decide to finally use the gifts you've been given for your benefit. at that point you hadn't jumped since she left, so your first few trials were a little rocky. though after a few determined tries you had started to get a new handle on your power.

eventually, life starts to become enjoyable again. you started out by just looking up pictures of airbnb's, rentals, and hotel rooms before jumping and staying in them until you had to move. while working odd jobs was more noble, you started to use your powers for more...profitable means. you didn't think the greatest accomplishment you'd make in your twenties would be robbing five banks, but you didn't mind it much when you got to live in the quiet luxury you did.

all of that would have been impossible without a team, though. for a large portion of your criminal career you had a somewhat trusted group of people who could help you get things done. jumping into places was useful, but you couldn't handle it all by yourself. they were the closest things you had to friends, to family. even though one of the guys you used for extra protection tried to choke you once over a smart comment. but yeah. family.

but you were smart, and you knew you could never put your full trust into anyone like you did when you were young. so you weren't really surprised when you popped back inside the base after a run with multiple assault rifles pointed at your head, your teammates far gone. once whoever this force was took you into custody one of their attorneys told you the crew sold you out for three million and you scoffed, disappointed that they didn't go for more.

when the agent hears something in his earpiece and leaves the room you start to get ready for them to come back and let you know they’re going to send you to that supermax prison for supes youd been hearing about on the streets, preparing yourself and redoing over the protocol you did every time you nearly or did get caught. maybe you could find someone in there with similar interests to yours and just manage to slip out-

a man comes into the room. slightly tall, in a tailored suit with brown skin and small glasses. but you remember him like it’s yesterday. the one who took your best friend away all those years ago like a ghost in the night.

he tells you his name, that he works for the stupid superhero company and he has an offer for you. the last thing you wanted was to be a fed, but when he told you some of the things they did to unruly supes like you, you realized his offer was your only best option.

as much as you hated it, he told you there was a list of requirements he needed from you in exchange for your freedom and a total wipe of your criminal record. the first was moving over back to new york which nearly made you throw up; youd only been to the city once since you left for a meetup with a contact who had information about one of your hits.

he told you the rest would be revealed once you settled into the city, a plane ticket and a cushy hotel already provided for you. when you werw getting onto the plane, escorted by two agents for the rest of your trip which you were told was not an option unless you wanted a tracker, the only thought running through your head was that this was weird. vought specialized in superheroes, although by what youve been hearing these last few years the heroic part was a stretch. them sending someone as professional and shady as mr.edgar was rubbing you in all the wrong ways.

once you landed in the big apple and finally settled into your hotel...nothing happened. at least for a week it didnt. being on edge for a week wasnt new to you, lord knows how many times youve had to spend weeks in safehouses after nearly getting burnt. but you had a feeling in your chestthat at the end of your waiting something would happen. you couldnt tell if it would be good or bad.

a week later you hear a rough knock on the door and hesitantly move to open it. all you had for protection were the shitty knives in the kitchenette, the agents refusing to give you any other form of protection. you open the door and try to get into a protective stance before your knife flops to the floor. its been so many years but you can still tell its her staring at you from the other side of the doorway.

nadia.

for a second you think the toxic fumes of the city have already caused you to become delusional before you feep the force of her running her body into yours, wrapping your arms around her waist and holding a grip so tight you're scared it will hurt her.

before you know it you're both crying, her blubbering about how shes so sorry she never kept in contact with you, that edgar didnt want her to have any ties to her own life holding her back for the 'important things' he needed her to do. but you couldnt care. all you could focus on was that you had you nadi back. and she had grown up so much since you'd last seen her, so different but so the same. when she pulled back and looked you over you could tell she was thinking the same.

she sat you down on one of the comfy hotel couches and started to explain everything she could. that she was working with edgar, saw him as a father figure even, that as soon as he heard that a supe with your description was caught after a failed heist he alerted her, asked her what she wanted to do with you.

you asked her what exactly she did want to do with you, and her shoulders tightened and her lips pursed. everything had a catch. this was you were going to help her with her...work. she gave you some of the gory details, and while you werent a saint without blood on your hands you were surprised by the amount she had on her. from the shy girl who sat at that little lunch table to a cold and calculated murderer. you were kind of proud of her.

but the pride was mixed with jealousy. she gave you a private tour of her office where she worked, showed you her campaigns, her brownstone in the heart of the city along with a private driver discretely paid for by vought. it's not like you'd been on the shoet end of the money stick since you started stealing but she had all of this just...handed to her. picked amongst everyone in that orphanage, instead of you.

you tried not to let your jealousy rise too much. nadia - victoria, now - made sure to include you in nearly everything she did, wanting to make up for all the time she lost with you. after spending so much time together you could tell she didnt have many close attachments because of trauma and work, really only caring about zoe and her very confusing relationship with her adoptive father. it felt nice that she was trying to rebuild that bond again with you.

one night she invites you over to her house for wine, drinking, and telling each other stories about your younger years. but eventually, the alcohol starts to get to both of you just when you're telling stories about old loves and relationships. you tell her about a wild night you had with three strangers in rome and she drones about her ex-husband, a guy she met in college who seemed nice and polite enough to help her get the life she wanted, although she never felt satisfied with him, always looking for something more. you ask her what she's been looking for and she goes quiet before looking at you. she moves a faint hair from in front of your face, like shes pushing herself to do it in her head before she pussies out, grips your cheek to bring you in for a kiss.

and it really feels like you've come back to a home you nearly forgot. you can hear the sound of your wine glasses shattering as they drop to the floor, pulling her body into yours like you wanted to consume her and everything she was. it lasts for hours, just another part of trying to make up all those years apart.

when you wake up in the morning you're still in each other's arms, and before you open your eyes you can feel her hand trailing over your face, nearly identical to the way she did it when you were kids to wake you up. she's whispering under her breath and you can faintly pick up the things she's saying. how she's so thankful she found you again, how she doesn't plan on losing you by her side again, that she can't wait to tell you about all the wonderous and bloody things you're going to do together. you press a kiss on her hand.

#the boys #gen v #the boys x reader #gen v x reader #victoria #victoria neuman #victoria x reader #victoria neuman x reader #victoria neuman fluff #victoria neuman smut #barely but whatever im getting there

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samkerrworshipper · 6 months

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sticker chart | kyra cooney cross & reader x arsenal women’s team

r and kyra r the pranksters of the team… but what happens when they take it too far and the arsenal parents seperate them as a result

no warnings just some fluff angst and chaotic bestfriend energy

“Kyra, Y/n, time out, right now.”

It was Steph’s burst of anger that had your eyes bursting open, both you and Kyra sharing an apprehensive glance. The both of you looked up from your current predicament, which was the drink bottle that you’d just emptied onto Alessia’s head. Her jaw was almost on the ground, and her body was shaking already from the cold water.

In a split second telepathic decision you and Kyra made the decision to bolt, sprinting away from the training ground and your teammates as fast as possible, the both of you cackling as you made it into the safety of the London Colney gym, running as fast as possible into the team room and the both of you searching for a hiding spot.

“In the cupboard.”

Kyra motioned towards the cupboard in the corner of the gym, the long rectangular cupboard being just large enough for the two of you, so you squeezed into it, just closing the door in time to hear a series of footsteps running towards the gym.

The both of you held your breath, holding in the laughs that were building up in the bottom of your stomach.

The two of you were trouble. Always setting up pranks and getting on the nerves on your senior babysitters. Majority of your pranks were centred around Vic and Alessia, the two of you taking advantage of the younger, innocent girls who were so easy to target. It got you in a lot of trouble, especially with Steph, Caitlin, Kim, Leah and Viv, who were stretched thin trying to stop whatever menacing plans that you and your best friend were plotting.

It was a pointless task, the two of you were unstoppable, and always finding yourselves in trouble. It had gotten to a point where you’d been separated indefinitely in training, and the two of you were on your last chance at Steph’s house, being told that the next time you shaved her dog in the middle of the night or woke her and her fiance up with screaming noises. The two of you for whatever reason just couldn’t stop, you were invincible in the world of pranks and it was completely destructive to the Arsenal community, no one was safe.

The both of you bit down on the insides of your cheeks as you heard the doors to the gym open, and a pitter patter of cleats tapping against the floor of the gym.

“The both of you have three seconds before all of your tv privileges and cheat days are taken away for the next month.”

You shook your head at Kyra, whos eyes bursted open at the mention of the removal of your cheat days, Kyra, for whatever reason, had been craving deep fried chicken and a icecream sundae. It was weird, and normally every Thursday you had a cheat day, so her craving could be relieved, but last Thursday the video review, for whatever reason, had gone over by two hours, so by the time it was over it was far past the time window of getting food, leaving a very grumpy and hangry Kyra who was desperate for the foodher body was craving.

Cheat days were her weakness, so you pulled her hand down before she had the opportunity to open the cupboard doors and reveal your hiding spot to Steph.

“1.”

Kyra’s body shook against your own, her bones jumping inside of her body in an attempt to try and leave the box that you’d inserted yourself.

“I swear to god if I get to three and neither of you are out here I’m calling mini and Sam.”

That was definitely another weakness for the two of you, the both of you slightly terrified of the idea of your seconds moms getting a call about your less than adequate behaviour.

“2.”

Steph’s voice loitered, she was leaving room for the two of you to come out.

You were stubborn, Kyra was not, you fought to keep her from fighting her way out of the cupboard, but it was a losing battle, that had the two of you tumbling out of the wooden box and leaving you completely vulnerable to Steph, who marched her way over to the two of you immediately.

“I’ve had enough of you two today, your going to go to the lockerooms, sit in your cubby for twenty five minutes and think about your fucking behaviour before you go and apologise to Vic and Less, am I clear?”

With Steph’s towering form above you, neither of you were in any position to refuse, so you just nodded like kicked puppies and picked yourselves up from the floor, dragging your feet towards the locker rooms, your bodies slowly moving like prisoners walking into a jail.

When you got to the locker rooms, the both of you walked over to your respective cubbies, sitting down and facing the wall.

It was a fairly common occurrence for you two, you spent probably eighty percent of all your time at London Colney besides training in your cubby, at least one training a fortnight saw you here, if not more. You didn’t really mind, it was worth it considering all the fun you and Kyra got up too.

Replacing Leah’s shampoo bottle with pink hair dye, stealing all of the girls clothes whilst they were in the showers, tying everybody's cleats together, mixing up all of the jerseys in the laundry room, replacing the water jugs with apple cider vinegar, replacing all the name tags on the secret santa gifts, taking Alessia’s beloved car for a joyride, showing up to training on moon boots and crutches, faking running away.

The list was endless, concerningly. It got you into trouble, for sure, but for you guys it was some light hearted fun, your way of keeping yourselves entertained in a foreign country that was still new to you.

You could hear Kyra thinking from the other side of the room, out of the two of you she was the more remorseful one, but she was also the plotter and cheekier one. You ran along with whatever she came up with, and your commitment to whatever plan she had was unmatched, once you decided you were doing something you committed.

“Kyra for fucks sakes stop the tapping.”

It was driving you insane, listening to Kyra’s fingers tapping against the wall of her cubby, one of her anxious habits.

“Time out is silent time, speak up again and I’ll start the timer over.”

You tried to block out Steph’s voice, but it hung over you like a big grey cloud, your brain silently drowning itself in your skull as you studied the uniform wall that was the inside of your cubby. It was exceptionally boring, and it didn’t seem to matter how many times the two of you found yourselves in this situation, it was still as boring as ever.

You listened out for people coming in and out of the locker rooms, the door swinging open and the sound of studs against concrete. You weren’t rewarded with the sound of voices or conversation, everyone who filtered in being silent. It was hard to monitor who was coming in and out with your vision completely compromised.

You sat as still as you could manage, not at all wanting to have to sit for any longer than what Steph had already ordered you.

You didn’t doubt that she would reset the timer if you did speak up again, Steph was a softie, but she never let up on a promise, especially when it came to taking care of you and Kyra, something that you knew she was getting sick of, the both of you toeing the line constantly.

It did get you thinking, sure a harmless prank was fun, Katie was the biggest supporter of your pranks, always egging the two of you on from the sidelines, and yet she never got in trouble for it, it was always you and Kyra, the troublesome duo that had been adopted by the Arsenal parents.

“Both of you, turn around.”

You took a deep breath, shuffling around on your ass and blinking to adjust to the bright lights that were a vast contrast to the darkness of the corner of your cubby.

You were rewarded with the sight of Steph, Caitlin, Viv, Kim and Leah all with their jaws set and looking at you with significant disapproval. Alessia and Vic were loitering at their own lockers, sitting in the seats in front of them their hands and heads pointing down towards their laps.

“We’re sorry?”

Steph’s frown only managed to deepen, it was clear that she was nothing short of furious.

“You’re sorry? The two of you have single handedly pulled a series of completely destructive pranks that have taken it too far. Do I need to bring up the chalk spray paint on Manu’s car? Or the midnight door knocking at Stina and Amanda’s house? We’ve all given you chances, all enabled you to have a little bit of fun, but you’ve pushed it way past the point of funny.”

Kyra just closed in on herself, you had a little bit more fight in you, a little bit more defiance.

“We didn’t even do anything that bad today.”

Steph’s eyebrows rose even more than you thought humanly possible.

“That’s a joke right?”

You bit your lip, tossing up the day's events in your mind.

“I mean I don’t understand why Vic is here to be honest, Lessi whatever but we didn’t do anything to Vic.”

Steph blinked at you, her jaw almost dropping to the floor.

“So throwing Vic’s shoes on the roof of the building was nothing?”

You snorted as you recalled Kyra and your happenings of the mornings, which had included tossing a pair of Vic’s shoes on the roof, not to say that you didn’t get them down when the time came around for her to need them.

“We gave them back?”

This time it wasn’t Steph who answered your question, Caitlin stood up from her seat Walking closer towards you.

“You should be fucking glad you did. Look, I understand, you guys are young and you like to have fun, but it constantly being at the expense of everyone else is getting annoying, and neither of you have made any motions to stop or even begin to think about how your fucking pranks affect everybody else, Steph is stressed out of her mind having to babysit the two of you twenty four seven, we all are.”

You could feel the conversation leading somewhere, Kyra’s puppy dog eyes were pleading with Caitlin but her tough guy act didn’t fade.

“I’m getting the feeling that this is leading to something and I just want to put it out there that I dibs anywhere but Chelsea if we have to move clubs.”

Caitlin just rolled her eyes at your attempt at humour, it was humour hidden behind genuine fear, because there was no way in fucking hell you were trading breezy arsenal for Sammy’s Chelsea, where you knew she would drill sergeant you and Kyra into being boring and non pranksters.

“You know what we all have every right to send you off to Sam, how do you think she’d react hearing about all the shit that the two have you have gotten up to?”

She’d probably go ballistic. She’d gotten a taste of you and Kyra’s trouble making at the women's world cup and had very quickly put a stop to it, nipping it in the bud before it got to your current spiral.

“But you aren’t?”

You noticed from the corner of your eye that Kyra was looking very stressed from her corner of the room.

“Ky, come here.”

You opened up your arms to your best friend, unbothered as to whether or not you were disrupting Caitlin’s spiel, you were just worried about your friend. She slid her way across the benches until she made it to your side, digging her head into your neck and shoulder.

“No, we’re not, but honestly I think you’d prefer to stay with Sam then what you’re going to be dealing with.”

You visibly cringed, there wasn’t a lot of things that were worse than being in Sam’s bad books. You let your eyes flash across to the other captains and women who were in the room, aware that they were probably a part of whatever plot Caitlin and Steph had formed. Your curiosity peaked as you squinted at Caitlin, your anxiety spiking a little bit.

“W-what do you mean?”

Kyra’s voice quivered from your neck, her soft puppy dog pout hopefully doing wonders to convince the older women to back out of whatever they had planned. It was her signature move, and you were fairly sure that Steph would see through it, but there was always a point in trying.

“You’re both moving out of Steph’s, it’s not fair to her anymore to be burdened with the both of you. So Kyra, your going to Leah and Lia, Y/n you are staying with Beth and Viv.”

Your jaw slackened, Kyra jerking up in your arms as soon as the words left her mouth.

“What? You can’t separate us, we’re like conjoined twins, we’ll like die if you separate us.”

Caitlin kept up her stern facade, leaving zero room for vulnerability.

“You should have thought about that before you chose to take it too far. We’ve given you plenty of chances and you blew every single one off. So until the two of you can learn how to cohabitate without causing serious danger to the people around you, you’ll be separated. Beth and Lia have already been over to Steph’s house and collected your things. You both have sticker charts, when the two of you can go a whole two months without any seriously debilitating pranks then we’ll look at potentially letting the two of you move back in together.”

Kyra’s eyes lit up at the mention of a sticker chart, you were focused on your dignity, so even if the idea of shiny gold stickers did appeal to you, you tried to fight it.

“A fucking sticker chart? We’re not fucking six year olds and last time I checked this is a free country, so who says that you guys can control who and where we live anyway?”

This time it was Kim who stood up, intimidating both you and Kyra slightly.

“You’re acting like bloody six year olds. Last time I checked neither of you own apartments, neither of you have earned that kind of responsibility. So you are going to suck it up, your going home with a trusted adult and if you even try to pull anymore of the shit you’ve been pulling for the last few months there will be calls to Sam and Minnie who I have no doubt will have a lot more to say. Am I clear?”

Kyra and you nodded deftly, the both of you taken aback by Kim’s sterness.

“Do we get gold star stickers?”

You rolled your eyes at Kyra’s question, her big doe eyes peaking out of your neck to look at Kim.

“You can have whatever fucking stickers you like, I doubt they’ll be any need for them any time soon considering just how much trouble seems to find the two of you.”

You and Kyra played the pitiful act as you were led away by your respective caregivers, faux tears falling down your faces as Leah and Viv practically dragged you in the direction of their cars.

As soon as the car doors closed though and the babysitters were focusing their energy on the roads though, the two of you were already texting, plotting your next move in retaliation to the banishment that had the two of you grounded to Viv and Leah’s homes.

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thinking of turning this into a series of kyra and t just being completely chaotic besties so lmk how we feel about that !

#woso #woso community #leah williamson #marry me rn #arsenal wfc #steph catley #caitlin foord #kim little #kyra cooney cross #funny pranks #vivianne miedema #alessia russo #victoria pelova #arsenalwfc #arsenal x reader #arsenal women

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meow-town · 2 years

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「Victoria X Opposite!Reader」

Requested by @ladyofladies ! I’m honestly glad someone requested for Vicky because I don’t often see fics of her and our biker queen deserves more love <3

So, by saying someone who is the opposite of Victoria, I would imagine someone who is non-confrontational, doesn’t get irritated easily and has a more classy, cute style. That’s what I’m kind of basing this off of.

╔══════════ ☠︎︎ ═══════════╗ -Always gets into fights for you. Constantly.

-Someone could give you an ugly look and she’d flash them the bird in public.

-One time, some guy had catcalled you and she got off her bike and punched the daylights out of him. Grabbing him by his collar, she struck him so hard the guy had trouble staying on his feet. Then she pulled you onto the bike with her and left the guy with a red mark already appearing on his face, which would result in a bruise in a couple of days.

-You often try to stop most of these occurrences, although you let the more necessary ones happen. Like the time she cussed someone out for making a sexual comment on your outfit. You had to pull her away once she broke off a nearby pipe and started to walk towards them menacingly.

-She loves having long rides on her bike with you, the only complaint she has about it is that your helmet’s visor is tinted black, so she can’t see your face when she looks back. -That helmet was custom made by her, by the way, decorated in white with flowers and golden rims. It was a birthday present. She added the black tinted visor to make it look cooler but she lowkey regrets it now.

-As much as she despises formal clothing and complex dresses because of how complicated it is to get into them, she will be willing to wear them around you on special events. And you love how she looks, so you take pictures!

-Victoria gets all flustered when you do so, because she thinks she looks like and idiot.

-”(f/n) stooop, I look stupid…”

-”I think you look gorgeous, honey. It shows off your muscles!”

-”It does? ☺️”

-Even if she hates wearing them, she thinks you look absolutely drop-dead, attractive, lovely, striking, stunning, gorgeous in formal clothing. Whether it be suits, or dresses, or anything of that sense.

-Might not be her cup of tea, but she knows you rock it.

- She’s not huge on PDA, but always expect a hand around your waist or anywhere on your body. -Once she smacked your ass hard while you were cooking and stared back at you like 😙. You were shocked, dumbfounded even.

-Victoria makes the best steak you might’ve had in your entire goddamned life. I know it’s mentioned in the QnAs that steaks are her specialty but they’re AMAZING.

-Tender, juicy, other adjectives to describe steaks… She also loves seeing your eyes light up once you have a bite, yes, they’re that good.

-One of her favorite things in the world is running towards you, picking you up and turning you around in circles like in the movies <3333333 Her arms nearly crush you though. -Gushing over her strength and intimidation will get her so soft and blushy.

-In general, she will forever love you and your way of being and adores how you two contrast together.

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Well you already know what we want bestie….

blurb based off vics comments about Less’s driving AND the beautiful suggestions from @wonder-kid-pugh @lessilover and you PLEASE i am down so bad for being less passenger princess and viccy p best friend

reckless II a.russo x platonic!viccy p

"less. less. less!" victoria shrieked as the blonde slammed on the brakes, looking like she was about to speed through the red light but changing her mind last minute.

"stop shouting you're throwing me off my concentration!" alessia groaned, shoving the dutch girls shoulder who let out an angry string of her native language. "what did she say?" alessia turned to glance at you who knew more dutch than she did having begged viv and lotte to teach you.

"nothing you want to hear baby, trust me." you smiled knowingly causing alessias scowl to deepen as she glared at the shorter girl beside her. "you drive like a crazy woman!" victoria accused, grabbing her seatbelt tightly as alessia shot off again once the light went green.

"you panic like a grandma!" alessia shot back, the two of them bickering back and forth as vic jumped every ten seconds, cursing under her breath and grabbing the handle of her door with wide eyes.

"how do you do this every day! how!" your friend now turned to look at you with panicked eyes, head popping over the back of her seat. "because she doesn't carry on like a numpty and grab the oh shit handle every three seconds!" alessia angrily answered for you.

"numpty. what is numpty? you have not learned me that one." victoria frowned, looking between you both for an answer. "taught. not learned." you corrected gently, the dutch girl nodding and repeating the word a few times.

"less that is too close, less, less, alessia!" victoria returned to her panicked yelling as your girlfriend sped into the drive through of your favourite coffee place, stopping right behind the car in front. "honestly you are so dramatic victoria!" alessia groaned, rolling her window down to order.

"baby. usual?" her eyes flickered to meet yours through her rearview mirror with a lovesick smile, tone of voice much softer as you nodded happily. "

i will have-" vic started but a bark of laughter cut her off. "why should you get anything! all you've done the whole time is yell and panic and scream and insult me. when i am doing you a favor!" alessia protested as the car moved a little closer.

this again started their back and forth arguing as you chuckled to yourself at their expense. "lessi, its your turn to order." you leaned forward to squeeze your girlfriends bicep to gain her attention, their argument pausing for a moment.

"she is crazy!" vic mouthed to you with a scowl as you grinned and playfully rolled your eyes, a loud smack echoing through the car as alessia hit vics leg and gestured for her to order.

"hey no stop that." you put your hands in between them as vic was quick to retaliate and your girlfriend wound up to smack her again.

"and a large almond milk cappucino with one sugar and no chocolate on top pleasee." you held their hands in yours and called out the final coffee, having gone out for coffee enough with vic to know her usual.

"when i let go, neither of you hits one another." you warned, looking between them both as they begrudgingly nodded and you did so, alessia moving the car forward.

"i like this. this is good safe speed." vic sighed in relief as alessia slowly crawled through the drive through, paying for your coffees with a polite smile, murderous glare shot to the midfielder beside her.

"next time your car has any issues you can take a bus. or a long walk off a short pier!" alessia mumbled moodily, ignoring vic questioning of what she meant, accepting the tray of drinks with a grateful smile and pulling into a parking spot as she exited the drive through as they balanced on her lap.

"here baby. kiss?" alessia withheld your coffee from your outstretched hand as she puckered her lips expectantly causing a soft smile to cross your face.

"give her the coffee!" vic shoved her, ruining the moment and almost spilling the drink everywhere as you quickly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the blondes mouth, swallowing the angry remarks directed at the dutch girl beside her before she let them fly.

"one more." alessia captured your lips in her own again with a soft smile as you attempted to pull away, eventually handing you your coffee as you settled back into your seat. "is it like this all of the time?" vic gagged as alessia pulled out of the parking spot she'd stopped in.

"normally she sits up front but no i had to pick you up first didn't i!" alessia grunted with a frown, her car making all sorts of noises at her as she backed out. "less there is a car!" vic shrieked grabbing her hand as alessia slammed on the brakes and narrowed her eyes.

"i know you idiot! thats why i have a camera." she shoved the shorter girl away with a roll of her eyes. your hand slipped forward to gently massage the older girls shoulder, sensing her thin remaining veil of patience was very close to snapping entirely.

"stop looking at her in the mirror! eyes on the road less!" vic smacked alessia's thigh rather harshly as the striker stared at you adoringly through the rear view mirror.

"you do not need a nice car. you are too clumsy!" vic scoffed, again grabbing the 'oh shit' handle in her spare hand as alessia flew over a speed bump with a roll of her eyes.

"shut up!" alessia snapped, zooming around a corner causing vic to shriek again as the two of them started to argue once more.

having long given up on trying to break it up the bickering already having commenced as you'd gotten in the car once alessia picked you up, having offered to drive vic this week while her car was being fixed after someone rear ended her.

instead you just sipped on your iced coffee and stared out the window, laughing to yourself at the childish insults they slung back and forth at one another as alessia pulled into colney, flashing the security guard at the boom gate a smile and pinching vic's leg as she pleaded with him to take alessia's license off her.

finally alessia pulled into her usual parking spot, a few of the other girls wandering through the lot toward the training centre. you didn't bother to try and intervene as your girlfriend killed the engine, her entire focus now on her argument with vic beside her, neither backing down.

with a shake of your head you grabbed your gym bag off the back seat and slid out of the car, the other two following suit. "don't slam my door!" alessia warned with a filthy look as vic re-opened and re-slammed the door to prove her point, the two girls grabbing their own bags as the argument followed the three of you inside.

"woah woah woah!" leah was the first to step in once you entered the cafeteria, yelling over the two of them to settle down as you wandered off to sit down for breakfast. "have a lovely calm mornin drive in then?" katie grinned as you slumped into the seat beside her and caitlin.

"you have no idea."

"vic, vic, victoria!" kim yelled over the top of the younger girl, silencing her with a firm glare as leah dismissed alessia to try and ease the mounting tension between the two.

"hi baby." you smiled as your girlfriend stormed over, dropping into the seat beside you and pulling you off your own to sit on her lap instead as katie and caitlin disappeared to grab breakfast.

"we are never driving her anywhere ever ever again." the taller girl mumbled into your hoodie, face pressed into your back as her long arms wrapped tightly around your torso.

"i didn't get to kiss your cheek, hold your hand, talk about how your night was, listen to your new songs of the week. none of it!" alessia frowned grumpily at the break in her usual routine, slumping back into her chair still holding onto you tightly as you turned slightly to face her better.

"okay first of all you know how my night was less, we were on facetime for like five hours!" you teased, pressing a few short but sweet kisses to her lips. "secondly, i'll ask if viv and beth can drive her for the rest of the week since laura's allowed to drive herself again now." you smiled, arms looping around her shoulders, nails scratching lightly at the base of her neck.

"thirdly, you can come over and cook me dinner tonight and i'll show you all my new songs." you smiled softly, alessia nodding in agreement, pulling you even closer to her and pressing her face into your arm, quite touch starved from the drive over making you laugh.

"-and look at them. if you think less would ever let any sort of harm come to that girl you're joking, she practically kisses the ground she walks on vic!" leah chuckled nudging the midfielder to look at you and alessia.

"they are so cute it is disgusting." victoria agreed, watching on as you and alessia stayed wrapped up in your little love bubble, exchanging soft kisses as alessia tickled your sides for something making you laugh and smack her shoulder as she grinned and stared up at you adoringly.

"fine. but i am still never ever getting in a car with her again!"

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