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To My Bed

Player!Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Paige Bueckers is a walking campus legend—basketball royalty, player-certified, and too fine for her own good. She can pull anybody… except you.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: slow-burn, college AU, smut, power play, tension, seduction, fluff with a sharp edge

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: SMUT. Sub!reader, dom!Paige, teasing, oral (f receiving), mild obsession, cursing, fingering, overstimulation, strap (later), praise/degradation

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ~ 5.6k

The first time Paige looked at me like that, we were in the same building but not the same world. She was walking out of the athletic center with a duffel half-zipped, surrounded by two girls I recognized from social media—the ones who always hung off her shoulder like a fresh tattoo. Laughing too loud. Touching too much.

She clocked me standing by the vending machine, hoodie on, AirPods in, tapping my student ID against the scanner like I didn’t feel her eyes. But I did. I always do.

There was a pause in her step. One beat. Like something about me cracked her rhythm. I didn’t even glance up. I just pulled out my water, turned, and walked off like I hadn’t just caught the attention of Paige Bueckers.

Everybody knew who she was. Star player. Big ego. Bigger following. Blonde, tall, the kind of white girl that looked good in team sweats and gold jewelry. And yeah, she was fine. But I didn’t care. Not really. Because girls like her didn’t surprise me.

She was a story I’d read before—multiple times. Pretty cover, predictable ending.

That’s the difference between me and her little fan club. They saw her and got starry-eyed. I saw her and kept walking. And maybe that’s what set me apart. Or maybe I just looked like a challenge.

Whatever it was, Paige started popping up. At the coffee shop I studied in. At the library where I liked the third floor because it was quiet. Once, she sat across from me in the dining hall—uninvited—grinning with a milkshake like we were on a date.

“You gone give me a chance?” she asked one day, her voice low, smooth. Like the answer was already yes.

I looked at her, finally—full eye contact, nothing playful in my tone. “All these bitches and you want me? Girl, go head on.”

She blinked, like she wasn’t expecting that. Then she smiled. It was slow, amused, and a little dangerous. “Exactly.”

I went back to my notes.

It kept happening. Her showing up. Me brushing her off. Her trying again. The thing about Paige is she didn’t know how to lose. And she hated that I wasn’t folding.

She tried being cute. Then she tried being smooth. Then she tried acting like she didn’t care. But I’d catch her watching me from across the room, chewing her lip, pretending she wasn’t thinking about it. And I wasn’t blind. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to fuck. That was it. She was curious. Intrigued. Maybe even obsessed. But she didn’t know me. Didn’t know what kind of person she was chasing.

I wasn’t a prize you flexed. I was the kind of win you keep quiet. So I kept saying no.

Finals week turned the whole campus into a quiet warzone. People were crying in stairwells, sleeping on keyboards, praying in vending machine lights. I was locked in on a neuroscience exam, hoodie up, noise-canceling headphones on, half a Celsius and three highlighters deep. My laptop was glowing, my notes color-coded, and I had just hit a mental groove when I felt a disturbance in the force.

A very blonde, loud, blue-eyed disturbance.

“Bro,” someone whispered two tables over.

“Oh my god,” another said. “Is that Paige Bueckers?”

I didn’t look up. I already knew. Three months. That’s how long she’d been on this. And I mean on this. Me. Chasing me like I was a championship ring. Her little hoes had been whispering about it for weeks now.

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“Who tf is she?” one of them had asked in the student center, all attitude and edge control.

“Cool the tone,” I said, not even blinking. “Cause I’m the wrong one.”

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That was the end of that. But Paige? She didn’t end. She kept showing up. Kept calling out. Kept smiling like I wasn’t already ten rejections deep.

Today though…She broke the damn library. Her sneakers squeaked across the linoleum before the door even shut behind her.

“MISS BUECKERS,” Mrs. Monroe snapped before Paige could get past the security gate. “This is a quiet floor!”

“Hush, Karol with a K,” Paige said without missing a beat, “I’m fighting for love.”

A few people giggled. Others gasped. I was fighting the urge to throw my damn textbook.

“Paige!” someone hissed. “Ignore her, Mrs. Monroe!” But Paige didn’t stop.

“GIVE ME A CHANCE AND I’LL STOP YELLING!” she shouted into the silence. “I PROMISE!”

“Paige—”

“KAROL SHUSH ME ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD—”

I slammed my laptop shut, stood up slow, and marched toward her like a damn mother on Parent-Teacher Conference day. Paige opened her mouth to say something else, but I grabbed her arm mid-sentence and yanked. Grip tight. Firm. A warning.

The whole library paused like I’d pulled a fire alarm. Paige followed, stunned but grinning.

“My bad,” she muttered as I dragged her toward the exit. “But also… not.”

She was warm under my fingers. Strong. Her bicep flexed against my palm as I pulled her through the doors, and yeah… okay. She felt good. Built like sex in a Nike tee. But I didn’t let it show.

Outside, she shook her arm loose and laughed, like I hadn’t just embarrassed the hell out of both of us.

“You mad?”

“I’m studying.”

“I’m confessing.”

I glared. “You’re embarrassing.”

She stepped closer. Just a little. “You like me though.” I tilted my head. Calm. Flat. “I’m not sure I do.”

She smiled again. That slow, cocky Paige Bueckers smile like she knew something I didn’t. But she had no idea. I’d been celibate for months. Saving every ounce of want. Not just for anyone—for this.

She was still smiling like a fool when I let go of her arm.

“…You gonna give me a chance?” Her voice dropped, like whispering made it sweeter. It didn’t.

Then—louder. “I’LL KEEP YELL—”

“Oh my god, shut the hell up,” I snapped, fed up, absolutely done with the dramatics, finals, and her fine-ass breath in my face.

“Fine.” It was like the world froze. Like the campus paused to blink.

Her eyes widened, lips parting like she hadn’t expected that to actually work. Three months of showing out, begging, performing—and all it took was me getting genuinely annoyed and giving in.

Before I could regret it, Paige leaned in quick and kissed my cheek. Just a light press. Soft. Like she didn’t wanna scare it off now that she finally got it.

And then she turned and left. Walked off with her dumb little swagger, hands in her pockets like she hadn’t just hit the biggest win of her damn career.

I stood there blinking . Still a little warm on my cheek. Still a little mad. Still a little… intrigued. That bitch really kissed me and walked away. She was lucky I didn’t call her back. She was even luckier I wanted to.

The Next Day

I should’ve known better than to think I’d have the day to myself.

It was Saturday. Finals were frying everybody’s brain cells, so I figured I’d get a little peace. Hood up, sweats on, playlist low, incense burning. I was stretched across my bed, phone in one hand, journal in the other, halfway between a nap and pretending to care about my to-do list.

Then I heard it.

Knock knock knock knock knock.

Loud. Disrespectful. I didn’t move. Maybe if I ignored it, it’d go away.

“Open up!” a voice called through the door, too familiar, too bold. “I know you home. Don’t be fake now, we made progress!”

I sighed hard. “Paige…”

“Come on, baby. Don’t act new.”

A pause.

“I said what I said yesterday and meant it! You remind me of—of something real! Something soulful!” she yelled through the door like we were in a music video. “I just don’t know what it is yet! That’s what make it special!”

I opened the door before she started harmonizing.

She stood there in sweats and a crop top, curls loose, one dimple deep as hell from how hard she was smiling. Like she wasn’t a walking red flag who got curved a hundred times before I finally gave in.

“What?” I deadpanned.

“You just my type,” she said instantly. “Everything just right.”

I tried to close the door.

She slid her foot in like a damn action movie. “Okay-okay-okay! I’m sorry. I’m just sayin’, like… let me make it up to you. Let me make you feel good.”

I raised a brow. “You came to my door quoting Kid Ink and Chris Brown?”

“They made points.”

“You’re a problem.”

“Maybe,” she grinned, stepping inside uninvited. “But I’m your problem now, right?”

I didn’t answer. She didn’t need me to.

She walked in like she lived there. Took one look around my room, nodded like she approved, then turned back to me with that same wild confidence that got her in trouble every time.

“Look,” she said, quieter now, “I know you think I’m just tryna fuck. But I’m tryna earn it. Swear to God. No funny shit.”

“You still a hoe in my head,” I said, arms crossed.

She walked closer.

“But I only want you right now.” Her eyes dropped, voice low. “Don’t care who I came with. Don’t care what they saying. I’m not even touching anybody else. Not since you told me ‘fine.’”

I blinked. She wasn’t lying. I could see it on her face—her usual cocky smirk was replaced with something else. Hunger. Patience. That itch people get when they need something. And suddenly I realized… she wasn’t chasing me just to fuck.

She wanted to feel.

“Paige,” I warned, but it came out soft. Too soft.

She tilted her head, voice husky. “Let me put your panties to the side.”

I shoved her shoulder hard, but she caught my wrist. Gently.

“Don’t play with me,” I muttered.

“I’m not,” she said. “I’ll work for it. You want slow? I’ll be slow. You want silence? I’ll whisper. Just don’t lock me out again. You already live in my head—I’m just tryna be where you at.”

Damn.

I hated how good she smelled. How warm her fingers felt on mine. How badly I’d been pretending I didn’t want this too.

So I said nothing. She kissed my cheek again. Slower this time.

I expected her to flirt. Maybe sit on the edge of my bed and keep running that smooth little mouth of hers. What I didn’t expect was for Paige Bueckers—basketball legend, loudmouth, fuckgirl extraordinaire—to freeze, blink at me like she forgot how to breathe, then run.

I mean sprint. Straight down the hall, out the building like she just got subbed into the fourth quarter with ten seconds left and no fouls to give.

“I’LL BE RIGHT BACK! WAIT THERE!”

“Paige, stop yelling!”

She ignored me. Straight up ignored me like I hadn’t just opened my door in boxers and a bonnet looking confused. The hallway echoed with her footsteps, then silence.

I sighed. Locked the door. Sat back on my bed.

Three minutes passed. Four. Five. I rolled my eyes, ready to call her dramatic and block her until graduation. But then I heard it.

Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Getting louder.

Knock knock knock—

I yanked the door open before her hand landed. She was standing there, out of breath, hair slightly wind-blown, and her arm cocked back like she was about to knock the life out of me.

“Hit it if you want to.”

Her eyes jumped. She looked like a kid caught throwing a rock through a window. “…I wasn’t. I was joking.”

I looked down. She was holding flowers. Not some gas station bundle either. Tulips. My tulips.

Pink, orange, yellow—bright and loud like her. I couldn’t even hide it. My face softened. All that irritation melted into quiet surprise.

“You…” I started, then stopped. “How’d you even—”

“You said it once,” she shrugged, sheepish now. “Back in March. You was mad cause someone stepped on a tulip bed by the rec center. Called ‘em dumb as hell.”

I blinked. “You remember that?”

“I remember everything about you,” she said, lifting the bouquet up like an offering. “Now can I come in… or you still mad?”

I took the flowers. Held them to my chest without thinking.

“You still a hoe,” I mumbled.

She grinned. “A hoe with a heart.”

I stared at her. At the girl who sprinted through campus for flowers just to impress someone who didn’t even text back. And I almost told her to come inside.

But I didn’t say a word. I just stepped back. Left the door open. She walked in quiet for the first time ever.

I tried. I swear I tried.

I held out for months. Closed legs, closed DMs, closed door. I stayed strong when she flirted in public, when she begged on FaceTime, when she said she was having dreams and waking up mad at me for not letting her taste.

But a bitch has limits. She wore mine down like waves on rock.

It was a Thursday. I had dinner with my girls—good food, good laughs, one little glass of wine, and the entire time my phone was lighting up like I was somebody’s emergency contact. And in a way? I guess I was.

P: Wyd

P: Hello?

P: I’m bored

P: Can I come over?

P: Lemme eyp

P: Please

Lemme eyp.

Eight letters that made me sit up straighter than the cocktail I was sipping. Eat the cat? For free? Hell yeah. But I kept cool. I let her text. Let her beg. She was in her digital hoe era—no punctuation, no shame. ADHD in message form.

I answered once, just to give her a crumb.

Me: please stop. (translation: don’t stop get it get it)

P: Please. 5 minutes. 2 max 😊

Such a damn hoe. I bit back a smile. Put my phone away. And didn’t reply the rest of the night. But I knew. Ouu child, I knew.

By the time I got home, I had already cleaned up, lit a candle, slipped into my little pajama set like I was going to bed. I wasn’t. I laid on my back, phone in hand, finally ready to text her “come thru”—and right as I typed the C in “come,” there was a knock knock knock at the damn door.

I stared. Because what the actual fuck. I opened it and she was there. Breathless. Giddy. Bouncing on her toes like she just got drafted again.

“What if I was asleep?” I asked, not moving.

“You weren’t,” she grinned. Then she scooped me. I mean full lift-off, bridal carry. Walked right in, door shut behind us like she rehearsed it.

I squirmed a little, caught between turned-on and annoyed. “Damn, you excited.”

“You have no idea,” she muttered, already carrying me to bed. “I’m going through withdrawal. I need this.”

“Girl calm down,” I muttered, but I was lowkey melting.

“Take them shorts off.”

I blinked. “Damn, I had a good night. Thanks for asking.”

She leaned down, voice a whisper now, against my ear. “…Take them fucking shorts off.”

My body moved before I could argue. She watched me like I was holy. Like she studied this moment. Like this was the final exam after a full semester of chasing. The way she looked at me made me nervous. Not scared—nervous. Like she could see through my front. Like she knew I needed this just as bad.

I laid back, tried to relax. And she opened my legs so gently it made me shiver. Kissed my inner thigh once. Twice. Then looked up at me like she was about to change my whole belief system.

She devoured me like it was instinct. Like she dreamed about this. Trained for this. Studied it like a playbook and came hungry to the exam.

Tongue first—broad and flat, dragging up slow like she needed to taste everything before she focused in. Then lips. Hot and open and wrapped around my clit like she meant it. Not soft, not hesitant—like her mouth belonged there. And I swear, it was like my body recognized her before I could even moan.

My hand went straight to the back of her head. Not to push her off—hell no. To pull her closer. I didn’t want distance. I wanted pressure. I wanted her in it. She licked again and I swear, my thighs twitched on instinct.

And then she started sucking.

Deep. Rhythmic. Like she was sipping out of a damn smoothie cup and I was the last drop.

I couldn’t even pretend to stay quiet. My mouth fell open, breath hitching, moans slipping out broken and desperate. Eyes fluttering, rolling back, but I couldn’t close them—couldn’t stop looking down at her between my legs, locked in like she was starving.

And the sounds.

The wet. The slurp. The way her mouth kept catching and dragging, those soft growls vibrating straight through my core like she couldn’t help herself. Like her body needed it too. I tried to move, tried to shift back just a little because it was too good—but she reached up fast and grabbed my wrists, held them in her hands like anchors, and pulled me down.

Pulled me into her face.

She moaned right against me like she was thanking God and I was the prayer. And yeah, it was lowkey cute. Her holding my hands. Locking fingers like we was in love or something. But I didn’t care about the sentiment. I was too busy falling apart.

Eventually, she came up for air. Lips shiny. Eyes wild. And I thought maybe she was done, maybe I was safe. But nope.

She stood up, slow and smug, then lifted me like I was light. One arm under my back, one under my knees. Placed me higher in the bed like I was royalty she was repositioning to be worshipped properly.

Then she pulled off her shirt.

Left in nothing but her sports bra. Abs flexed, face flushed, lips parted. I was already shaking and she hadn’t even touched me again. She climbed onto the bed and got low—slid down my body without ever breaking eye contact.

She looked so fine moving like that. Focused. Possessed.

And then she laid down. Flat on her stomach. Arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me over her face like she was setting the table. I let my legs spread and she dove back in—no hesitation. Tongue faster this time, more precise, and I was already close again.

I squirmed, hips jerking, but she kept moving. Switched to her side, grabbed my legs and held them back. Bent me damn near in half while she slid in upside down and kept eating. The angle hit different. Her tongue slid up, sharp and greedy, and she moaned with every lick like I was feeding her soul.

And then added fingers.

Two of them, slow and smooth, curling like she knew exactly where I needed her. My back arched. My thighs trembled. She sucked and pumped, fingers slick and deep, tongue pressed flat while she watched me.

Eyes still open. Still on mine. And I couldn’t look away.

The fingers should’ve been a warning. She knew what she was doing.

She was already eating me like I was her favorite meal, like this was her last supper and I was plated just for her—but those fingers? That was criminal. Straight assault.

Two of them, slow and deep, curling just right like she practiced. Like she’d taken notes. Like she knew my body before I even touched her.

And when she added that pressure from her tongue on my clit? I lost it. Again. For the umpteenth time. It wasn’t even cute at that point. I was damn near twitching. Moaning with my mouth wide open, one hand gripping the sheets and the other still caught in her grip like she refused to let me run.

I came so hard I forgot my name for a second. And then she stopped.

I was barely breathing, still shaking, chest rising fast, when she pulled her fingers out and sat up slow—grinning. Like she was proud of herself. She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, one by one, looking me in the eye while doing it. Like she wasn’t just trying to get the taste. Like she was reliving it.

“Girl,” I breathed, voice cracked.

She leaned in again. Grabbed my jaw with one hand, firm and possessive, and opened my mouth. She didn’t ask. Didn’t move slow. Just pushed her fingers past my lips, two slick digits that still tasted like me. I moaned around them—loud. My thighs jumped. My tongue moved without thinking.

“You taste so damn sweet,” she mumbled against my lips, still rubbing her fingers slow on my tongue as she kissed me messy and deep. Her lips were wet, her jaw tight, her voice all breathless and cocky like I hadn’t just melted under her.

I whined into her mouth, couldn’t help it. That whine you do when your body say it’s done but your soul say keep going. When your eyes roll but your hips still lift.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. I was pouting. Eyes closed. Face turned like I was mad, but really I was just overstimulated and obsessed.

“You want more, mama?” she asked soft.

“Paigeeee…” I moaned, dragging her name out like it hurt.

She just laughed. Low and smug.

She already knew I was gay. Grown. She seen my bedroom. She seen my little drawer when I opened it too fast that one time. I had toys, okay? Good ones. But I didn’t use ‘em like that. Not all of them. One in particular? Still in the box. Shiny and intimidating. Heavy. That strap wasn’t for beginners and I wasn’t trying to fuck around with it. Too much work. Too much pressure. That was a two-man job and I ain’t had no man, no woman, no nothing.

She opened the drawer while I was still catching my breath.

Held it up like a damn trophy. “This one?”

“Girl I don’t even use that—”

She looked at me over her shoulder, smirking. “Let me.”

I blinked. “That shit hurts.”

“Let me make it feel good.”

My mouth opened. Nothing came out. She just grinned. Strap still in her hand. Her sports bra still clinging to her chest, abs tight from holding me down all night, curls messy and eyes hungry.

She knew. She knew I was gonna let her. And I hated how bad I wanted it.

I needed a break. I don’t say that often—but I meant that shit with every breath I was still trying to catch.

Paige gave it to me too. Real gentle-like. Set the strap down, kissed my thigh, mumbled something about water, and walked out. I laid there, eyes shut, chest still rising like I ran sprints in stilettos. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My thighs were trembling like I owed them an apology. My lips were puffy, wet, throbbing—and she wasn’t even done.

Somewhere between breaths, I heard the soft click of the drawer again. Buckle sounds. A low, smug laugh under her breath. That was Paige. She was proud of herself. She was prepping like this was a fucking game and she already knew she’d win.

I didn’t even open my eyes. Just sighed and let the sheets cool me off. Until I felt her over me.

“Girl…” I muttered, eyes fluttering open.

She was hovering—arms on either side of me, hair falling in her face, that damn strap sitting thick and perfect between us. Her sports bra was still barely hanging on. Her smile looked sinful. Like she was excited. Like she missed me. It hadn’t even been ten minutes.

I rolled my eyes. “Paige don’t pla—”

“Hush.”

And I did. Quick. Because she pressed that tip right against me. No warning. Just enough pressure to shut me the fuck up. My legs twitched open on instinct, hips tilted like they had a mind of their own. My breath caught.

“Shit.”

She didn’t even move yet. Just rubbed it there, slow. Slick and teasing. Up and down my folds like she was dragging it through warm honey.

“You probably right,” she whispered, voice thick with heat. “You can’t handle this shit.”

“Paige, pl—”

She pushed in. Not slow. Not fast. Just deep. Steady. Intentional. And I swear to God I saw stars behind my eyelids.

My back arched. My arms wrapped around her without thinking. And she stayed right there—pressed to me. Eyes locked. Face soft. Too soft. We were chest to chest. Her breathing matched mine. Her hand came up and cradled the back of my neck like she needed to keep me grounded.

Missionary. The most intimate fucking position. And it was filthy.

Because the sounds? Disgusting.

Wet. Sloppy. Loud. The way the strap moved inside me had me gasping, legs shaking around her hips like I didn’t know how to take it. The way she rolled her hips—grinded, not just thrust—made it worse. The bed was banging against the wall like it had something to prove.

I was so lucky I didn’t have a neighbor on that side. Shit would’ve been a noise complaint with a side of trauma.

“Shit… you feel that?” she moaned, kissing me again.

I tried to kiss back, but I couldn’t focus. My lips parted and all I could do was moan into her mouth. She felt too good. Deep and full and close. Every time she bottomed out, my whole body jolted.

Then she started to tremble.

Her strokes got messier. Breath shorter. She felt it too. Her head dipped into my neck as she let out this guttural moan and started moving faster. I swear she came. You could feel the change in her. The urgency. Like something broke in her.

She stayed there for a second, forehead against mine. Our breaths tangled. Then she moved again. Lifted me like I weighed nothing and flipped us.

“I wanna watch,” she breathed, voice hoarse. Now I was on top. Straddling her. Strap still in. Her hands on my waist. I started slow. Just a little bounce. Just to get my rhythm.

But once I found it I chased that orgasm like it owed me money.

My hips rocked forward, rolling with precision. She matched every movement—thrusting up into me just enough to make me lose it. My hands gripped her chest, one bracing against the wall. Sweat slicked my skin. My head fell back. Moans filled the room like we weren’t worried about shit but each other.

Paige was watching me the whole time. Eyes half-lidded. Lips parted. Hands gripping my hips like she was holding on for dear life.

“Fuck… you ridin’ it so good” I cried out. Couldn’t even reply. Could barely breathe. Because the way she moved up into me? Perfect.

It was too much. Too good. Too deep. I came hard—again—right there in her lap. Shaking. Loud. Holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping me from slipping through the bed.

And when I collapsed on top of her, spent and messy. She kissed my temple. And whispered, “Told you… you couldn’t handle this shit.”

I was done. I mean tapped out, retired, jersey-in-the-rafters type done. Could barely walk straight. My legs were jelly, my throat dry, my whole existence overwhelmed by one smug-ass strap-wielding woman named Paige Bueckers.

After we caught our breath and gathered the scattered remnants of our sanity, we moved like old women. Limps and groans. The sheets were a war zone. She helped me to the bathroom, both of us laughing like we hadn’t just made the bed frame beg for mercy. I showered slow while she started the laundry—yes, started the laundry like we was domestic or something.

I finally sat on the edge of my bed, oversized tee on, bonnet back in place, body humming with the kind of ache that only comes after being wrecked properly. I figured that was it.

I was wrong.

“Wait…” she said, voice too chipper. I already knew.

“I wanna try a position.” I didn’t even open my eyes. “No, Paige.”

“You don’t gotta do nothin.”

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly fell back. But I still let her help me limp to the living room, where I collapsed onto the couch like a wounded soldier. She followed right behind me, and as soon as I turned, SMACK—her hand landed hard on my ass.

“OWW!”

I turned fast, eyes wide. “You play sports! What the fuck!?”

She grinned like a child caught in a cookie jar, hands rubbing the same ass she just tried to knock off.

“Just fah that,” I muttered, voice dragging, “you ain’t gettin’ shit else. Leave me alone.”

“Wait, I’m sorry,” she giggled, pressing kisses to my thigh like that would save her.

I kicked her lightly. “No you not.”

She just smiled. That big, dumb, post-sex, in-love smile. The kind of smile that made you forget she still had girls watching her stories and reposting old pictures like they had a chance.

So she said it. Quiet.

“…you know you mine now, right?”

She paused. Then grinned harder. “Tell them hoes that, Paige,” I added, lips barely moving, tone sweet but shady. She was saying dumb shit after breaking my pussy and trying to eat it again like I hadn’t almost passed out.

But I still reached for her. Pulled her down so I could lay on top of her, face buried in her chest like she was a pillow that talked too much.

“…you gon’ let me eat it ag—”

“Girl, are you not tired?” I said, lifting my head just enough to glare at her. My voice cracked like I was being bullied.

She giggled, soft and smug, and pecked my lips once. Then again. “You so pretty.”

I caved. Don’t even remember when, just felt myself relax again—whole body melting into hers while she rubbed this fat ass like it was her personal comfort item.

And right there, chest to chest, warm, sleepy, and sore—I thought, Damn. I’m down bad. But I didn’t mind. Not one bit.

I was out like a light. Couch cushion under my cheek, blanket halfway over my ass, body limp like a ragdoll left in the toy aisle. Paige was up before me—somehow. Probably off pure athlete adrenaline and freaky satisfaction.

We didn’t even make it to the bed last night. She wore me out and I just collapsed right there, tangled up in her arms and that damn strap still in my dreams. She looked at me for a while, I’m sure. That dumb little grin on her lips like she just solved a riddle no one else could crack.

When she got up she carried me. With arms that should’ve been sore, legs that should’ve buckled, Paige scooped me off that couch and took me to bed. Tucked me in like she wasn’t just rearranging my guts four hours prior. Quiet. Gentle. Still smelling like me.

She had to go—practice, meetings, whatever. She didn’t live here, even if her energy stayed behind like a ghost with boundary issues. She let me sleep. I mean really sleep. Deep, warm, peaceful. That I ain’t got no worries sleep. That I just got fucked dumb sleep.

At some point, my phone rang. Her name lit up the screen. I didn’t even move.

Paige: “You hungry?… You still sleep? It’s 3PM?”

She got silence. I was deep in a dream about nothing. Just floating in rest. She hung up and ordered food anyway. Of course she did. Because that’s what hoes in love do when they know they broke you right.

I didn’t wake up until five.

Half the damn day gone. But I loved that. I needed that. My body felt like it had just returned from war, but my spirit? At peace. I still did my little morning routine—brushed my teeth, washed my face, fresh pair of shorts, bonnet adjusted—and then, naturally, laid my ass right back down.

Not even five minutes later—ding.

Paige: open the door

I blinked. Girl. I just sat down. I opened the door anyway.

There she was. Sweats, curls tucked in a hoodie, holding a smoothie and smiling like the sun never sets on her confidence. “Hey, pretty,” she said.

I wasn’t smiling. I turned right around, walked back to my room, climbed under the covers like her whole fine self wasn’t standing in my doorway.

She followed me, of course. Set everything down. And then picked me up. No hesitation. Full straddle. One arm around my back, the other under my thigh.

I was half-asleep, limp in her arms, but still trying to act irritated. Didn’t work.

“Eat,” she whispered, kissing my temple.

“Paige… I’m tired,” I mumbled into her shoulder.

“And sexy,” she muttered back, sitting us both down and adjusting me like I was her favorite accessory. “Eat.”

She held the smoothie straw to my lips. I sipped once. She pecked my lips.

“Open your eyes.”

I cracked one open. She grinned.

That’s how it was with her. She broke me down, built me back up, and still made me feel like I won something.

And yeah…I laid right back down. On her chest. While she rubbed this fat ass again like it was her new hobby.

And if she asked to eat it again?

…I’d say yes.

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Why are all the sinners fanfics about the one white guy in the movie…we have a full black main cast and yet yall only wanna write about remmick…mhm 🤥

I’m tryna read some black love stories 🌞

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🌕 “You’ve Been Kissing Him This Whole Time?!”

pairing: Remus Lupin x You

A secret romance. A big reveal. And a whole lot of chaos.

(you are james sister in this)

⸻

Gryffindor common room

A few weeks before Christmas

It’s late.

The common room is quiet soft firelight flickering, everyone else either asleep or wrapped up in essays. You’re tucked in the shadowed corner of the room, hidden behind the high back of a velvet armchair that’s always somehow warm. Your legs are curled into Remus’s lap, a blanket draped over the two of you. His hand is gently tracing patterns on the inside of your wrist, his other resting low on your waist.

You’ve been dating in secret for a little over two months now.

And it’s perfect like this.

The stolen moments. The whispered “I miss yous.” The way he looks at you like you’re something carved from starlight and wild magic. You haven’t told anyone yet — not Marlene, not Lily, not even Sirius. And definitely not James.

Because James is your brother.

And Remus is… Remus.

Gentle. Quiet. A little afraid he doesn’t deserve this, even though you remind him every single day with your hands and your mouth and your eyes that he absolutely does.

You shift and press a soft kiss to his jaw. “You smell like parchment and chocolate.”

He hums, smiling lazily. “And you smell like danger.”

You laugh quiet and sweet. “Is that why we’re hiding behind a chair like we’re about to commit tax fraud?”

“I’m not afraid of being caught,” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “I just like having you to myself.”

You melt a little at that. You always do.

But then

“Oi, Moony!”

Sirius’s voice rings out from the stairs. “Have you seen my—”

He stops cold. His eyes land on the two of you like twin spotlights from a train.

You freeze. Remus stiffens. You both try to shift the blanket, but Sirius has already seen it all the way your legs are curled into Remus’s lap, your hands tangled in the hem of his jumper, his fingers still resting on your hip like they live there.

Sirius blinks.

Then

“OH MY GODRIC-GRACIOUS-GRYPHON-GUTS, YOU’RE SNOGGING HER?!”

Remus jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

You sit up too fast and nearly fall off the couch.

“Sirius shut up”

But it’s too late.

The room explodes.

Marlene appears from literally nowhere. “Wait, WHO’S SNOGGING WHO?!”

Lily pokes her head down from the dormitory staircase. “Oh my Merlin, I KNEW it—”

Dorcas gasps so loudly you’re sure it echoes through the towers. “Wait, was this a thing this whole time?!”

Then James.

James Potter walks into the common room at that exact second, casually munching on a biscuit.

“What’s going on”

Sirius spins dramatically, points both arms like a muggle air traffic controller and shrieks:

“REMUS AND YOUR SISTER HAVE BEEN MAKING OUT IN OUR COMMON ROOM LIKE HEATHENS.”

The room goes silent.

Remus turns a shade of white that may never return to normal.

You just. Stare. At James.

James stares back.

Remus tries to speak. “James, I—”

“YOU’VE BEEN KISSING MY SISTER?”

“She kissed me first!” Remus blurts, panicking.

“NOT HELPING!” you hiss.

James looks horrified. “IN OUR HOUSE? OUR COMMON ROOM? YOU’VE BEEN… COZYING UP BEHIND CHAIRS?”

You scramble to stand. “Jamie stop. It’s not some sordid thing. We’re together. We’ve been together for a while, and we didn’t tell you because we knew you’d freak out like this—”

“Like this?! I’m being REASONABLE! I’m staying CALM—”

“You’re yelling.”

“I’M YELLING WITH CONTROL.”

Marlene is doubled over with laughter. Lily’s grinning from ear to ear. Sirius is sitting dramatically on the stairs with his head in his hands muttering, “The betrayal. The lies. The secret cuddles.”

Remus clears his throat, trying to salvage what little dignity remains.

“James,” he says carefully, voice low and sincere. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. I didn’t think I deserved her. But I love her. And I’m not going to hurt her. Ever.”

James stares at him. Then at you. Then back at him.

Long pause.

“…you love her?”

You and Remus both freeze.

But Remus doesn’t falter. “Yes.”

You reach for his hand.

James stares a moment longer.

Then sighs. Rubs his face. “Bloody hell, I need a drink.”

Marlene: “Want a Butterbeer?”

Sirius: “I want a pensieve so I can delete this entire memory.”

James points at Remus. “If you ever hurt her”

“I won’t.”

James narrows his eyes. “Even accidentally”

“Still won’t.”

“…Fine,” James says at last, waving a hand in defeat. “But if I hear about you snogging behind any more furniture”

“You won’t,” Remus says quickly.

Marlene: “You definitely will.”

Sirius: “They were absolutely about to snog before I walked in.”

James groans into his hands.

Lily walks past him and pats his shoulder. “You raised them both, and now they’re in love. Be proud.”

⸻

Later that night, when the fire’s burned low and the chaos has finally settled, Remus pulls you aside near the portrait hole.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You smile. “They know now. No more sneaking.”

“No more hiding.”

“No more jumping behind chairs.”

He grins and tucks a curl behind your ear. “Except maybe for old times’ sake.”

And when he kisses you this time slow, warm, public no one interrupts.

(Though you’re pretty sure Sirius is watching from the stairs and silently rating the kiss out of ten.)

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“I'm nervous...” “Don't be.”

Sebastian smiled at you charmingly, hoping to calm your nerves even by a little. The two of you were standing outside the door that led into Ciel's quarters. This infamous boy, the 'Queen's Watchdog' as they called him.

Believe it or not, you were a marriage candidate for him. It was crazy to even consider, but there was a chance that he would say 'yes' to you, and just like that you'd be married to such an iconic person.

On the flipside, there was also the chance that he might say 'no'. That was always a possibility, unfortunately, and not one that you especially looked forward to.

Nobody wanted to be rejected, did they?

“Any last minute advice?” you looked up at the tall, black haired butler. He simply continued smiling down at you. “Just don't act too rashly, that is what I would advise.”

Don't act too rashly. Okay...that should be simple enough, right?

 Gulping, you readied yourself just as he pushed the door open and let you go inside. You truly had no idea what you were expecting, as he closed the door again and left you standing there in the glass walled conservatory.  

 The place where you had been tasked with meeting the young master Phantomhive was a pleasant one. Delicate rays of sunlight shone in between pastel rose petals, which surrounded a seating area of wooden furniture painted in flawless white. Upon the table there was a rack with an array of pastries, and two cups sat ready and waiting by the teapot.

 Upon the bench, there he sat.

 Ciel wasn't particularly tall, but you were instantly intimidated. Uneasily, you tried to approach with grace nonetheless, and caught his attention as soon as you were close enough to the side of the bench. Ciel slowly turned his head, and simply looked at you.

 “...”  For a brief moment, his eyes almost seemed to widen, and your hopes raised. Yet just as quickly he was wearing that placid mask again, one which didn't tell you even a little of what he was truly feeling. It felt so tense, knowing that you were being silently judged by him, worrying about what you should do or say.

 “...Aren't you going to sit down?” Ciel suddenly prompted, and gestured to the bench opposite from him. In an instant you were flustered, hurrying to take the spot.  “Ah yes! Of course, I apologize...I'm already wasting your time...”  He quirked a brow. First impressions...  ...You were very pretty. That much could certainly be said. You also seemed to be very shy though, to the point where it appeared to be hindering you somewhat, making you excessively anxious when you really didn't need to be.  

 As you sat yourself down, Ciel clasped his hands calmly in his lap and observed you thoughtfully.  “I'll admit that I did not expect you to be so...meekly mannered.”  “That's my fault, I'm afraid.” you admitted, going a little red in the cheeks as you shifted to get more comfortable. “I...I'm a bit of a shy person, you see...”

 “Hmm.”  Ciel pondered that. Well, you did come across that way. Was it necessarily a bad thing? That he wasn't sure of. It didn't actually bother him too much.

 So many of the potential candidates who had been sent to him had been too loud, too arrogant, or too annoying for his tastes. You were different from the lot of them...and though it made for a slightly awkward scenario, he was actually pretty relieved that you were.

 “...[Y/N], that's your name?” he prompted, to which you nodded and looked up into the one azure blue eye that he had to show. The other was shielded by a black patch, partially obscured further by his soft blueish hair. You could certainly see why so many wanted to be his wife. He was like a porcelain doll.

 But this only made you worry more about how worthy you actually were. Could you possibly be a good spouse for someone like him? You didn't know that you could...

 “Yes...that's my name...” you uttered, and Ciel sighed softly before pouring you some tea.  “Well tell me then, [Y/N]. What is it that drew you to me?”  Actually, that was something you could answer.  “Well it wasn't just recommendations from my family that made me decide I'd try my luck. I...I've heard so much about you, I've become so curious. And in person, you're a little...”

 It was just going to all come out now, wasn't it?  “...Stunning.”

…

 Funny how a single word could claim you that chance.

 A few days passed after the meeting before a finely written letter arrived at your parents' mansion, notifying you all of your success as a bridal candidate. Actually realizing that Ciel wanted to be with you...it was a dream come true.

 Of course, you were still nervous about it. Yet the more times you met him, and the more pieces that were put into place for your eventual wedding, the more you started to relax and fill that role.

 It was on your shoulders to put forth a good image, after all. To represent the Phantomhive name as best as you possibly could. This would mean standing tall and graceful before others, proving that you were a worthy wife. You couldn't allow your inherent nervousness to change that. To put it in jeopardy.  

 So...you asked him, one day:  “Ciel I...I would very much like it if you could teach me...”

 “Teach you?”  He turned away from the array of blue and violet roses he had been admiring, and faced you fully. “What are you seeking to learn?”  You clasped your hands before yourself. Over the past few meetings you'd had together, you'd yearned to ask for some sort of guidance. You would have asked Sebastian but he wasn't your butler, and he only seemed to answer to one...

 “...I see. You don't need to say it, I think I already know...” Ciel walked up to you, already smelling like the flowers around this place, “You wish for me to teach you how to be more regal? To be like a true lady of the house?”  “Mm.” you nodded, and looked up at him sheepishly. Call it old fashioned, but that was what you wanted.  “Alright. Sit down with me.”

 He gestured to the very same bench where you had sat together during that first meeting. As you joined him there, Ciel brought over the teapot and fine china cups, one of which he set down before you. He then handed you the teapot.

 “Pour me a cup of tea the right way.”

The 'right way'? What 'right way' is there, exactly?

 That was the question, wasn't it? Regardless, you obliged of course, nodding and proceeding to gently tilt the teapot. Immediately the lid almost fell off, but Ciel's pale hand quickly shot out and grabbed it before it could drop completely.

 “Careful.”  “S-sorry!”  “Why are you so nervous?”  “I-I don't know I just...”

 Your heart was pounding after that. You looked up at him, almost a little tearfully. “-I just worry about...humiliating myself, and then it ends up happening.”  “Perhaps if you stopped overthinking things so much then it wouldn't?” Ciel suggested, and you nodded. You knew he was right.

 “Here, let me demonstrate. You need to hold it by the top too. That way it won't spill out.” he explained, and positioned himself close beside you. As he did so, you only became more red faced. You couldn't help yourself. He only amplified the hindrance that you so typically had to deal with.

 “...Like this.”  If you hadn't already felt like you were blushing enough, he only worsened things as he laid his hands over yours and guided them gently. It was a simple task, pouring a cup of tea, but in this case you needed to learn to do it properly.

 “I think I know how to do it now.” you said, and then Ciel gestured for you to demonstrate. You did so, with poise and grace, and he looked satisfied.

 “That's it. You're doing well.” he noted, but you just looked at him with hesitation.  “I don't know...I feel like I could do so much better...like I'm not good enough...”

 Perhaps it was about time he made it clear to you. Without any reluctance on his own part, Ciel reached up with both hands and softly clasped your face between them. He held you gently, and leaned in closely before he spoke.

 “If you weren't good enough, I would never have chosen you.”

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Please Don't Leave Me

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 4281

Warnings: Angst, Pregnant!Reader, Natasha being an ass, injuries, Depression, Wanda being the bestest of friends.

Part 2: Gone

A/n: Had this one in my head for some time and finally decided to write it. As it always seems these fics just seem to run wild and get longer than I mean them to be. I can tell you all right now I'm pretty sure your not going to like the ending very much 😅

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“Natty.” You try to get your wife's attention as she moves around the room quickly. Natasha is shoving things in a bag. “Nat.” You try again, but she doesn’t stop. Frantically moving around the room grabbing whatever she can. “Natasha!” You finally yell at her. She still doesn’t stop her movements. “Y/n I can’t right now.” She says shoving the last of her things in her bag. “Nat I have something important to tell you.” You try to reason with the woman, but she just zips her bag throwing it over her shoulder and walks past you. “There are things you don’t understand. I have to go.” You grab her arm and she finally looks back at you. “I really need to tell you this.” You try to reason with her. Your eyes pleading with her just to let you talk. But she shakes her head and pulls her arm from your grasp. “There are more important things than you right now.” She makes it to the door letting it creak open. “We will talk when I get home.” She doesn’t face you, only slightly turning her head before she is gone. “Don’t expect me to be here when you get back.” You see her hesitate in the door but she shakes her head before slamming the door shut behind her. 

Your heart shatters in your chest as your legs buckle beneath you. A muffled thud is heard as your knees hit the ground. Your hand covers your mouth as a sob escapes the depths of your chest. You pull the small stick from your back pocket looking down at the two pink lines. “I’m pregnant.” You whisper to yourself like somehow Nat will hear you and come back, but you know she won’t. To Natasha her job has always been more important than anything. She loves being an Avenger and helping people, but it always comes at a cost to you. You had a sliver of hope that maybe just maybe this could change that. After what she had gone through in the red room she was pretty sure that she couldn’t get you pregnant but here you are. The prospects of having a child had given you hope that maybe she would come back to you. Be the loving wife that you know she can be. The little pink lines now taunting you as tears splash down on the plastic blurring your vision and the once prominent lines. 

It seems like hours before you finally pick yourself up off the ground. Finally having cried all the tears away. Pulling yourself off the ground as you wipe your cheeks before making your way to your shared bedroom. It is empty, too empty. The book Nat was reading was still sitting face down open to the page that she had left it on. Moon light shining through the curtains illuminating the dark room. You don’t bother turning on the lights or changing clothes as you crawl into the cold bed. Seeming much larger now than ever before. You curl in on yourself, exhaustion from all the tears you have cried catching up to you. A pain in your chest as you finally drift off into nothingness. 

Over the next few days multiple new stations report of the Avengers fighting one another. The chaos and destruction of a German airport. You place a hand over your lower stomach as the news flashes. ‘Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow has broken the Sokovia Accords. Now wanted for treason against the federal government.’ If you thought your heart couldn’t break more you were wrong. 

It has been nearly four months since that fateful day. The day your world shattered around you. You had hoped that one day maybe Nat would try and contact you but those hopes had been dashed over a month ago. She had moved on and so should you. You slowly pack your things in the home that you once shared with your wife. You’re not even sure if you should call her that anymore. A single tear running down your cheek at the thought. You still love her deeply but you can’t live like this. You have a baby to think about now, you need to live for them. Placing your hand on your growing stomach as you gently rub your finger up and down feeling their movement and smiling. 

A phone ringing breaks you from the tender moment. You grab your phone looking down to see an unknown number calling you. Your heart stops a moment wondering if after all this time it is finally Nat calling you. You're so distracted by the tight feeling in your chest that the phone stops ringing and the call ends. You still stare blankly at the screen before it starts to ring again. Phone lighting up in your hand once again still showing unknown as the caller. 

This time you press the answer button. Your movements are slow as you bring it up to your ear. You open your mouth but no words come out, your breaths coming out erratic as you begin to panic. Your ear is soon filled with a soft voice. “Y/n/n?” That voice is distinct but not your wifes. “Y/n are you there?” The voice asks again. “W-Wanda?” Your voice trembles as your mind catches up. Your best friend is on the other side of the line. 

This is the first time you have heard from any of the Avengers for a long time. Tony once stopped by but you refuse to let him in. You didn’t listen to any of the words coming out of his mouth as he spoke through the door. If it wasn’t for him you don’t think you would be in this position right now and maybe your hopes for a better future with Nat would have come true. Wanda had sent a few letters letting you know she was ok. You couldn’t obviously send anything back due to now knowing where she was and the nature of the events and why she was also on the run. 

“Y/n/n?” Wanda’s voice breaks through your mind once again. “I-I’m sorry Wands. What were you saying?” Her words had been muffled by your mind. She shakes her head like you could possibly see her doing that. “Nothing sweetheart. Are you ok?” She can tell that something isn’t right. “Not really. I, I’m alone.” Wanda’s heart breaks for you. She may be on the run but she hasn’t been alone. “I’m tired, Wands.” You know you shouldn’t be thinking that with a child on the way but it has been hard. Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you sniffle into the phone. 

Wanda made a decision right there. “Sweetheart, I'm going to send Vision to come and get you.” She knows it could be dangerous to have you with her but she also knows that you’re not a wanted fugitive so if for some reason that she is caught you will be left alone. But she will do everything in her power to keep you safe. She can’t stand to hear you this hurt and down. “W-what if that gives away where you are?” You question not wanting to bring her into any danger. “I’m safe here. If you want to, you can come here. We have to move every so often. You don’t have to if you don’t want to but I’m not going to leave you alone. You always have me.” You cry tears of happiness for the first time in a long time. “Yes.” Your voice is small but hopeful. 

You land with Vision somewhere in what you believe to be Belgium. Vision never mentioned anything to you about your pregnancy which you are thankful for. You see Wanda bound out of the small quaint house on the outskirts of the town. You watch as she stops in her tracks a few feet away from you. Your head dropping, not wanting to see her reaction. Scared that she wouldn’t want you around any more. 

“Y/n/n.” Wanda says quietly trying to get you to raise your gaze to hers but you don’t look up. Tears well in your eyes, scared to move, scared to look your best friend in the eye. Hands cup your face gently making you look up into green eyes. A soft smile on her face. “You're pregnant.” It’s not a question but a statement from the woman. You nod your head as she pulls you into her arms hugging you as tightly as she can without hurting you or the baby. 

Just then the flood gates break. A sob leaves you as tears cascade down your cheeks into Wanda’s shirt. You bury your head in her neck. A hand rubbing gently up and down your back as you're held for the first time in months. Your legs give out as you clutch to Wanda for dear life afraid that you're going to wake up and she will be gone. Wanda holds on gently guiding you both to the ground as she lets you cry. Your tears soak her shirt as you sob for what feels like forever. Wanda whispers reassurances in your ear as she just holds you. Her gentle motions on your back, not ceasing. 

Wanda lets you get out your pent up emotions. Sitting with you until your sobs turn into sniffles. “She left me. I never got to tell her.” You whisper, still gripping onto Wanda. “What sweetheart?” She asks, trying to get you to elaborate. “Natasha. I-I haven’t heard from her. She, she left that day to Germany. I tried to tell her. She, she told me that there were more important things than myself.” Wanda’s eyes swirl red with anger. How could Natasha do this to you? All she wants to do is fly off and break Natasha like she broke you. But Wanda comes back to reality when you grip her tighter, scared she will leave you just like Nat did. 

“Please don’t leave me.” If it was even possible Wanda’s heart broke for you more. Like herself you don’t have any family. All of yours were gone long ago, but you had found a family in the Avengers, a wife. But that family is now broken but Wanda is determined to show you that she is still your family. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. I will always be here for you.” She kisses your head smiling. “And for the baby.” More tears come to your eyes but from happiness. 

“So you and Vision?” You give a watery chuckle. Wanda nudges your shoulder and laughs. “Yeah.” She smiles happily when you pull back to look at her. “So like does he come with a vibrator setting?” You ask half joking half serious. “Oh my god Y/n!” Wanda exclaims, shocked by your bold question. You two laugh as she helps you off the ground leading you into the house. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to mention something to Nat?” Wanda asks you softly, causing you to look up from the book your head is buried in. You let out a sigh as this constant conversation. “If she wanted to know how I was doing she could have called me the same way you did.” You rub your swollen stomach. So close to meeting your precious little one. “Wands I know you are looking out for me and I also know how pissed you are at her. I also know that you partly want to tell her to rub it in her face on how royally she screwed up. She has had almost 9 months to find me. And I know that you said she has mentioned that she has done it for my own safety but at least hearing from her once would have been something. Instead she went no contact. The famous Black Widow knows how to send encrypted messages if she really wanted to.” 

Wanda knows how much you are right and every time she has to touch base with the team she has been distant and cold with Nat. She so badly wants to break her heart the way she has to you. She knows how much you still love Nat and would love to be a family. These times are hard though with everyone on the run so she bites her tongue and nods her head to your words. 

To get your mind off of things you put your book down and swing your feet off the bed. “Hey Wands, it's a nice night, maybe we can all take a walk.” Vision appears in the doorway. “That sounds like a lovely idea Y/n.” You smile at the synthezoid before giving a questioning look to Wanda. “Sure.” She nods her head. “But someone is going to have to help me with my shoes.” You chuckle trying to reach down to your feet which you can’t reach. The other two laugh before all of you put on some clothes and help you with yours. 

Wanda and Vision are holding hands as you walk through the streets of Edinburgh, the quiet street clearing your mind as you three walk peacefully. Vision stops Wanda to talk a bit as you waddle over to a window with a news cast playing. You watch on as a breaking news cast flashes on the screen. As the scene plays out in front of you you gasp. “Wanda.” You call for her. The conversation dies between the two as they come up behind you seeing as the screen plays footage of New York being attacked. You all stand there silently as death and destruction is shown on the screen. Tony Stark missing flashes on the screen and Vision looks to Wanda. 

“I have to go.” Vision says kissing Wanda’s hand that is still laced with his. He starts to walk away dropping her hand, Wanda pleads with him to stay. You start to drown them out as you watch the screen. Terrified that you may see something about Natasha come across it. Screams of pain makes you turn around seeing Vision impaled on a staff. “Vision!” Wanda screams, her hands glowing red ready to fight. 

Someone else blasts Wanda from behind sending her flying into a building across the street. With you close proximity you're thrown back hard. Trying to brace yourself you hear a sickening crack as your wrist impacts with the ground. You scream out in pain. “Y/n!” Vision yells when he hears your cry of pain. You turn on the ground seeing him do the same. The two who attacked turned him over on his back and the thing that stabbed him placed the sharp end of the staff on his head.

Vision’s screams can be heard through the quiet streets. You struggle trying to get yourself up knowing your wrist is broken, cradling it close to your chest. You watch as red balls of energy slam into the two creatures throwing them back. Wanda runs towards Vision using her magic and pulling you safely over to him. Pain is written all over her face as she looks over the both of you. She uses her magic to lift all of you off the ground pulling you closer to her as she tries to fly you all away from the area. You all are almost hit by a beam causing Wanda to have to bring you all down. Wanda lands you both down gently laying you on the ground before turning to catch Vision with her magic. 

“The blade, it stopped me from phasing.” Vision says as you see a bright yellow line in his body and he seems to be glitching. “Is that even possible?” Wanda asks, helping him sit up against the wall. “It’s not supposed to be.” He says, you can tell he is in pain. Your adrenaline is pumping so your wrist is just a dull ache at the moment. Wanda hovers her hand over Vision, her magic flowing and pulling the opening closed slowly but not completely. “I’m beginning to think we should have stayed inside.” You mumble feeling guilty that this could have been avoided if not for you avoiding your feelings about Nat. 

You and Wanda are pushed back by Vision as one of the creatures grabs Vision flying off and fighting against a building. The other comes and attacks you and Wanda. Wanda puts a barrier of magic around you. She starts to fight the female creature as your heart races in your chest. 

You lose sight of the both of them fighting. Wanda’s magic dissipates from around you allowing you to move forward looking for your friends. You can hear it now so clearly in your head like she actually is yelling at you. Natasha’s voice tells you to run and protect yourself, but Wanda is your best friend and she has been there for you. So you push that voice away following the commotion. You run into the train station seeing Vision propped against a railing. Wanda stands red surrounding her hands as the two creatures look ready to fight once again. 

Squealing of wheels from the train moving past has you all looking. A dark figure in the shadows looms behind the moving train. The female creature throws her trident-like spear at the figure when the train passes. The figure catching it perfectly as he walks into the light you see Steve Rogers. You try to get up behind the female creature but she quickly turns wrapping her hand around your throat. 

“Y/n!” Wanda screams. The female creature throws you back and you land on your back crying out in pain. You feel a gush of liquid between your legs after you hit the ground. Wings fly in front of you as Sam Wilson collides with the creature. You let your hand drift down feeling the wetness and bring your fingers back up into view, relieved that it isn’t blood, but your heart drops when you realize what is happening. You gasp in pain from the sharp feeling in your stomach. 

Wanda uses her magic again to pull you towards her and Vision. Wanda pulls you into her lap. That is when you spot her in the distance. The hair color may be different but she is still herself. Natasha fights with Steve against the creatures. You have tears in your eyes as you look up at Wanda. “Wands, I think my water just broke.” You groan in pain again. You can see the panic in her eyes as she looks around the area. It’s not long before the fighting is done and the other three walk over towards you three. 

Natasha stops dead in her tracks when she sees you. Your swollen stomach has her chest rising and falling a bit fast. She thinks maybe it could be someone else's but she knows deep down that the baby is hers. She wants to cry but she turns stone cold hiding her emotions. Hating herself for leaving you, for never reaching out in all this time. You cry out in pain causing her to look back to you. You're curled in on yourself in Wanda’s lap. “It hurts.” You whimper.  Wanda holds you closer to her. “I know sweetheart.” Wanda looks to the other three. “We need to get them out of here.” She can see the two men side eyeing her before Steve speaks up. “Quickly, get them to the Quinjet.” 

Natasha moves to help you but you pull away. “I have her, can you help Vision?” Wanda says flatly, Nat can only nod moving away and helping Vision up. Wanda effortlessly lifts you in her arms and you all make your way to the Quinjet. Your contractions are getting strong and closer together. Natasha can only watch from afar as you whimper in pain. Wanda helps you and Vision sits close holding his side. 

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Wanda says brushing the hair sticking to your forehead out of the way. “We will be at the compound in 30 minutes.” Steve explains. “Steve, I don't know if she can last that long.” She iterates looking back down at your pained face. “It’s the best I can do Wanda.” She sighs gently stroking your cheek. “It’s ok Wands. I’ll be o-” Your cut off by another contraction. All Nat can do is look on with regret. 

Once the quinjet finally lands Wanda lifts you in her arms again and runs into the compound they enter and see Rhodey talking to a hologram of Secretary Ross. “We need medical.” Natasha says out, causing Rhodey to turn and for Secretary Ross to start arguing. You can’t concentrate on what they are saying but you know it isn’t great. Rhodey ends the call and signals for medical, who come in with Bruce. 

As they wheel you away the team follows. Before Wanda can head in after you Nat grabs her arm. Wanda whips her head around anger evident on her face. “Please just tell me. Is it mine?” Wanda gives an amused chuckle. “Of course it’s yours.” She pulls her arm from Nat’s grasp and follows you in the room. Nat lets tears slip down her face. She left you alone pregnant with her child. Not once contacting you in the last nine months. She had told herself she was doing it to protect you and to keep you out of this life, but she was wrong and she sees that now. She understands now why Wanda became so cold towards her after a few months. She has to fix this. She has to be able to win you back and to become the family she always wanted and she will do anything to get that back. 

Natasha can hear your cries of pain as you go through labor wishing more than anything she could be there with you but you don’t want her to be. But you chose Wanda and she understands why. She soon hears other cries. The crying of her child as they are born. Tears slip down her cheeks as she hears them. The boys know not to go around her or to talk to her at this moment. She is breaking on the inside and all she has to blame is herself. 

An hour later Wanda walks out and comes over to Nat. Her head is down, not looking at the younger woman waiting for a scolding, but that doesn’t come. “You can go meet your son.” Wanda speaks with no emotion to her voice. Natasha looks up and Wanda can see she has been crying but that doesn’t change how angry Wanda is at her. “I have a son?” Nat whispers. Wanda just nods her head and moves out of the way. 

Natasha slips into the room quietly. Her heart stops seeing you laying in the bed with a blue bundle in your arms and a smile on your face. More tears spill as she quietly makes her way over to you. You don’t look at her until she is standing right next to you. “He’s beautiful.” Nat mumbles trying to stop the sob that so desperately wants to escape. You have a soft look on your face and she can’t read it. “Meet Alexander Pietro Romanoff.” You smile down at your son. Natasha lets the tears freely fall. “Romanoff?” She questions you. “Romanoff.” You repeat looking back up at her with a soft smile. She feels a flicker of hope that she can fix this, that she can have her family.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask her softly and lightly lift him the best you can with your broken wrist. Nat nods and takes him from you holding him in her arms. She has so much love for him already that more tears well in her eyes. You watch her as she holds the baby and cries. 

“I’m sorry.” Nat whispers. “I'm so sorry.” She looks at you with teary eyes. “I know.” Is all you can respond with. She looks back down at the now sleeping boy. Just looking at him and remembering all of his features. She had seen the flicker of green in his eyes, the same as hers. But he looks so much like you. He is just as beautiful as you are. 

Loud beeping makes Nat’s head snap up. Your face is now pale and your eyes are closed. The sheets are staining red between your legs. Doctors rush in as she backs away holding her son close to her chest. He starts to cry with all the noise and commotion. Her heart rate picks up and she starts to panic. The voices of the doctors are muffled to her ears as she feels the blood rushing around. She can only focus on you, your face pale and your body limp in the bed as doctors work around you. They soon wheel you out of the room mentioning something about you hemorrhaging and needing to go to surgery. 

Nat starts sobbing in the empty room. All that is left is herself and her son. She slides down the wall begging to whatever is out there in the universe that you will be ok. That you will come back to her and your son. Promising that she will do better and be better. She will be the wife that she had promised in her vows. She will do anything for you to take her back, just please let you live. She whispers in the emptiness. “Please don’t leave me.”

[starlightanya0wsblog]

*Y/N arguing with Usopp*

Y/N: I'm telling you Usopp, me and Sanji are not together!

*opens the door of her room*

Sanji: *on her bed all naked except an apron, surrounded by roses scattered throughout the room and lit candles and a rose in his mouth*

Hello my lo-

*Y/N slams the door all red in face*

Usopp: ...

Y/N: ...

I'll pay you to pretend you didn't see that.

Usopp: Deal.

Edit: I ACTUALLY FOUND A FANART OF THIS OMG

[deatheaterv]

could you write something about sirius and remus fighting over who should get to ask the reader out, but what they dont know is that she is dating snape, and she doesnt particularly like either remus or sirius because of how they treated snape when they were younger?

OUT OF THEIR REACH

pairing : severus snape x fem!reader

genre : hurt-comfort, fluff

summary : as in the request

sirius crossed his arms, leaning back against the kitchen counter in grimmauld place, glaring at remus. “i’m just saying, moony, you’d bore her to tears. she needs someone who can actually make her laugh, someone fun.”

remus rolled his eyes, flipping through the pages of the book he wasn’t actually reading. “and i suppose you think you’re the obvious choice? she’d see through your… what is it you call it? charm? in about five minutes. she’s intelligent, sirius. she’d want someone who can keep up with her, not a childish prat who thinks barking at strangers is a valid conversation starter.”

“oh, right, because you’re so much better,” sirius snapped, pushing off the counter. “you think she’s going to fall for your brooding, tortured act? please. she deserves someone who can bring her some excitement, not books and lectures.”

“books and lectures?” remus raised an eyebrow. “this from the man who can’t hold a conversation without turning it into a story about himself? maybe if you’d listened to her for once instead of showing off, you’d realize she’s not interested in your theatrics.”

“and she’s interested in you?” sirius shot back, stepping closer. “you can’t even muster the nerve to talk to her properly, remus. at least i’ve got the guts to-”

“both of you, stop.”

your voice cut through the room like a cold breeze, and they both froze, turning toward you with matching expressions of guilt and surprise. you stood in the doorway, arms crossed, your gaze moving between them with an expression that wasn’t quite anger but certainly wasn’t amusement either.

“are you two seriously arguing over me?” you asked, your tone sharp.

“uh,” sirius started, but you held up a hand to silence him.

“don’t bother denying it,” you said. “i heard everything.”

remus cleared his throat, looking thoroughly embarrassed. “it wasn’t… well, i suppose it was…”

“pathetic,” you finished for him, shaking your head. “do you even hear yourselves? fighting over who ‘gets’ to ask me out, as if i’m some prize to be won. did it ever occur to either of you to, i don’t know, ask if i’m even interested?”

sirius opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance to speak. “for the record, i’m not,” you said firmly, your eyes narrowing at both of them. “not in either of you.”

remus looked like he wanted to sink into the floor, and sirius actually winced, which would’ve been satisfying if you weren’t so irritated.

“i know what you were like in school,” you continued, your tone colder now. “the way you treated people who didn’t fit into your little group. you think i’d forget that? you think he would?”

remus blinked, and sirius frowned. “he? who’s…”

“oh, for merlin’s sake, snape,” you snapped, crossing your arms tighter. “the man you bullied relentlessly for years. the man who, by the way, happens to be my boyfriend.”

the silence that followed was almost deafening. sirius’s jaw actually dropped, and remus looked like he’d been slapped.

“snape?” sirius repeated, his voice a mixture of disbelief and horror. “you’re dating snivellus?”

your glare could’ve frozen fire. “call him that again, and you’ll regret it.”

remus held up a hand, his expression somewhere between awkward and apologetic. “i think what sirius means is… we didn’t know.”

“no,” you said flatly. “you didn’t. because neither of you bothered to pay attention to anything other than your own egos. maybe if you had, you’d realize i’m not the kind of person who’d fall for a pair of self-absorbed gits who spent their youth making someone else’s life miserable.”

sirius opened his mouth again, but remus wisely elbowed him before he could speak.

“i think we owe you an apology,” remus said quietly, his tone genuine.

you studied him for a moment before giving a small nod. “you do. and him too.”

with that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the room, leaving them standing there in stunned silence.

“snape,” sirius muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “bloody hell.”

“you deserved that,” remus said simply, and sirius shot him a glare.

“like you didn’t?”

neither of them argued after that.

[superpowereddonut]

Favour for a Friend (Sirius Black x Reader) - Part 1

This came to me in a dream and I had to write it down! I've never posted any of my own works anywhere, but figured it's a short little one-shot that I may as well put out there even if no one ever reads it! If I feel inspired I might turn this into a proper fic, but idk yet.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N: set at Hogwarts, fake dating trope

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius isn't gay (even though Wolfstar is obviously canon lol)

Word count: 1401

Read part 2 here.

*****

Barely catching her breath enough to mutter the password, the Gryffindor girl rushed into the common room, all windswept hair, flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She spotted the Marauders all lounging by the fire (except Peter - he was always off snogging Dorcus in a closet these days) and made a beeline straight for them. Remus was squashed awkwardly in an armchair, a book open against his long legs where they were draped over one arm and his back resting against the other. James was sitting up on one end of the adjacent couch, his transfiguration homework in his lap, with Sirius sprawled at the other end, legs stretched out in front of him, head tipped back and eyes closed, listening to the music emanating from the record player nearby.

She felt a twinge of regret when the cosy atmosphere broke as she stormed over, her gaze flicking over each of them before settling on Sirius, who had cracked an eye open to look at her, now standing on the carpet in front of the fire.

“Black, I need you to be my boyfriend.”

James and Remus both snapped their heads up at that, and Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“Lucas Davis just asked me out again!” The three boys in front of her seemed to let out a simultaneous groan. They were almost as sick as she was of Davis, the irritating Gryffindor two years above them who had been hellbent on wooing her for almost four months now. Unlike James, who had been smitten with Lily since they were eleven and asked her out at least once a week, Davis was aggressive - cornering her in half-empty hallways only to speak over her, invading her personal space whenever he got the chance, and making creepy sexual innuendos anytime a teacher was out of ear-shot. At this point it didn’t even seem to be about her. He just liked the chase and enjoyed making girls squirm. Even girls who hated his guts.

“Just tell him to piss off”, James suggested with a shrug

“Oh jeez, thanks James! Why didn’t I think of that?” She rolled her eyes, “I’ve told him to piss off a hundred times, in a hundred different ways! But he’s relentless- convinced I’m playing ‘hard to get’ or some bullshit like that. The only thing I think would actually get the misogynistic bastard to leave me alone is if he thinks I’m already seeing someone. So,” she said, turning again to Sirius, “can you just pretend to be my boyfriend, Black?”

“Why me? Ask Remus - you two already spend all your time together, surely dating isn’t that much of a stretch!” She shook her head impatiently, “He’s gayer than Bowie and everyone knows it!”. The boy in question huffed a laugh, “Cheers, love.” She ignored him.

“Get James to do it then!” Sirius exclaimed, and the messy-haired boy next to him opened his mouth, sitting up straighter. He probably would do it, she thought, because he would do just about anything for his friends. The noble idiot.  “Oh please, you think anyone would believe that this lovesick fool has moved on from Lily?” She retorted, making a vague gesture towards James, who just grinned ruefully and relaxed back into his seat, nodding his head in agreement.

“And you think anyone would believe we are a couple?” She paused for a second, unsure of how to answer. Although she and Sirius had always been… sort of… friends, it was largely only because of her friendship with the other Marauders - mainly studying with Remus and playing quidditch with James. While they inevitably spent a lot of time together due to their mutual friends, it was true that they were at each other’s throats more often than not, she supposed. Remus was complaining just last week about their constant bickering and their incessant need to outcompete each other in every little thing. 

She was saved from answering by James. “Actually, a Ravenclaw in our charms class - you know, Macmillan? - asked me if you two were dating a couple of weeks ago.” 

They both turned to look at him, shocked, and he just shrugged, “he said he wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade but wanted to make sure nothing was going on between you and Sirius”. Before she could unscramble her thoughts enough to answer, Remus piped up from his armchair. “A girl in the year below asked me something similar recently. Thought she might have a shot with Sirius, but wasn’t sure. She said something about you two having ‘chemistry’ at that party after the last quidditch match.” She fought the blush that spread across her cheeks at the memory. They’d thrashed Slytherin last month and she’d gotten pretty drunk at the party in Gryffindor tower afterwards. She always got a bit flirty when she drank, and Sirius was a shameless flirt even when he was stone cold sober. They’d traded a few harmless remarks early in the night, and later, though she couldn’t really remember how it happened, she ended up dancing to some ABBA songs with her back pressed against Sirius' chest, his arms around her waist and his hot breath on her neck. It hadn’t led anywhere - in fact she had been pretending it never happened - but she still felt a burning pit in her stomach whenever she thought about the way he had felt pressed against her, or the way he had grinned and licked his lips when she turned around and they danced chest to chest.

She shook herself slightly and forced herself to look at Sirius, who was frowning at Remus. “Plus,” she said bitingly, “you’ve established a pretty solid reputation for fucking anything that moves”. Sirius scowled at her before roughly shoving himself up from the couch and strolling past her to the record player that was now sitting idle, the last track having finished. She watched his tense shoulders as he carefully selected a new record and switched them over. She softened her tone, “I’m sure Davis will move on and start pestering some other poor girl before long. I just need you to play the overprotective boyfriend role until he backs off.” She shared a glance with Remus and James when he still didn’t respond. “Please,” she finally relented. When Black still didn’t answer, now decidedly fiddling with the tuning knobs on the record player, she sighed. She’d have to find another way to deter Davis and it’d have to be soon - she didn’t know how many more times she could hear his sleazy “hiya sweetheart”, before she’d resort to hexing him. And that would probably just make him re-double his efforts.

She barely noted the sound of the gryffindor portrait opening to let someone into the common room, but then- “There ya are sweetheart! Bin lookin’ all over for ya!” She gritted her teeth, turning around to see Lucas Davis stalking towards her, that stupid fucking smirk on his face. “Can’t think why, given that you saw me an hour ago and I told you to ‘leave me the fuck alone’”, she snapped. She could see both Remus and James tense in her peripherals, probably preparing to tell Davis to ‘fuck off’ themselves, but Sirius remained silent behind her. Davis either didn’t notice the two boys glaring at him, or didn’t care, and he only smiled wider, “aw come on princess, don’ be like that!” He whined, “I think you just need-” 

But she never found out what he thought she needed, as Sirius suddenly stepped up to her side, casually slung an arm around her shoulder and drawled, “You heard my girl, fuck off and leave her alone.” Davis visibly recoiled, and she might have laughed at his shocked expression had she not been entirely preoccupied by Sirius' comforting warmth as he leant against her. “Your girl?” He sputtered. 

“My girl.” Sirius repeated, and she could hear the mocking smile in his voice, “Girlfriend, paramour, lover, whatever. The point is: fuck. off.” Even Remus seemed to be hiding a grin as Davis stood there, dumbstruck, his eyes darting between her and Sirius as though stupefied. She relaxed into Sirius embrace and intertwined her fingers with his where they hung over her shoulder. “Bye Davis”, she crooned, with a smug smile. He seemed to struggle for another moment before turning on his heel and striding out the door without another word.

[xcorsol2x]

Can somebody PLEASE make more Connie x black reader one-shots IM STARVING🙁🙏

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) to think deeply about something

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

All rights reserved to their original publishers.

Now playing: Long Way From Home by The Lumineers

Chapter One: Forks, Washington

     Moving from Jacksonville, Florida, to the rainiest place in the continental U.S. wasn't an easy adjustment.

     Seeing your sister act like the walking dead was even more trying.

     All of it was because of that boy, who left her when things got hard. Mom only thought of "young love" and said "a little heartbreak builds character!"

     Phil thought Edward was an ass, but that Bella was being a little dramatic about her first heartbreak.

     Charlie and I shared a similar sentiment: Edward Cullen better not come back to Forks. If he does, I'll kill him.

     I'd get away with it, too. Charlie would shut down the investigation because he'd be glad the boy was gone and wouldn't hurt his daughter any more.

     I'd hurt him, especially but not limited to the fact that I wasn't quite sold about Bella falling down the stairs after she ran off. I don't think Edward pushed her, per se, but I don't think they told us the entire truth. Call it a gut feeling, or intuition, or whatever. I don't trust him or his family, aside from the good doctor. He's always seemed the most normal, from what I've heard.

---

     "Bella," I call, knocking on the door to her room. It was quit still, and I was waiting impatiently for her to answer. We had to go to school before we were late and got another day of detention.

     "Bella!" I shout, knocking on the door again. I hear some rustling and watch as the knob turns, only to find my sister with her pajamas on, her hair a mess, and looking like she had been through a hurricane.

     She blinked owlishly at me, almost like she was deciphering who I was.

     I sighed through my nose, trying to be sympathetic to her. I guided her to the bathroom and made her brush her teeth while I untangled her hair. In an attempt to keep it from getting ratty again, I braided it back tightly and wrapped put oils on the ends to try and keep it from frizzing up.

     "Sorry," she told me, staring blankly at the mirror. All the anger in my chest deflated, and for a second, I felt as hollowed out as she looked.

     Hollow, empty, devoid of soul.

     That's how she looked.

     Anger ignited in my chest again, but not at her. At her shitty ex-boyfriend who left her in the woods because he was a coward and couldn't break up with her properly.

     "Don't worry about it," I told Bella, "I'll get Charlie to write a note or something. I guess the driveway was extra icy this morning."

---

     The school day passed without much happening.

     Bella's friend Mike tried to get me to pass something on to her, but I couldn't hear what he said before Jessica pulled him away without a glance at me.

     I thought she was stuck up, but she wasn't a bad person.

     Lunch was subpar again, the cafeteria food being lukewarm at best and cold in the middle of the mashed potatoes.

     "I wonder if Charlie could threaten them into making the food better," I wondered aloud, poking at the food on my plate.

     Bella remained frozen in time, staring at the seat beside me as if she was waiting for someone to appear there.

     I sighed, shaking my head.

     I hummed to myself as I continued to poke and prod at my food u til the bell rang to get back to class.

---

     A few days pass.

     Nothing changes.

     Bella's still depressed and hardly living in the real world. She wakes up screaming from night terrors and Charlie's started to sleep in the couch so he doesn't have to get up from his bed anymore.

     I've started to develop insomnia, I think.

     I don't sleep until the early hours of the morning, since that's usually when Bella stays asleep, too.

     I'm awake from six thirty in the morning until two in the morning.

     My routine consists of waking up, getting dressed and ready for school, then getting Bella up and dressing her. It's about forty minutes allotted to each of us, and then an extra ten to get Bella's lunch ready and packed.

     I go to school with her, go about my monotonous but peaceful day, eat a silent lunch with my sister, finish my day, and go back home.

     When I'm home, I work on anything I didn't finish already. Sometimes I go in for work at the 24/7 diner at the corner of Wheatgrass and 74th, working the night shifts and getting home in time for Bella to stay asleep. I make my lunch from the food I got to take home from the Roy's Diner, I take a scalding hot shower, and I pass out for the four hours before I have to wake up again.

---

     Angela asked me how Bella was.

     She seemed like the only one that truly cared about my sister.

     Jessica was sour because she was ignored. Mike only wanted in her pants and was stringing Jessica along. And Eric was nice, but really only cared about the news paper and Angela.

     "Is she getting any better?" Angela asked me, sitting down beside me at the table I was reading at.

     "Not really." I replied, looking up at her for a minute. "Charlie's about to send her back to Jacksonville."

     "Oh," Angela said, looking sad at the news. "Is there anything I can do for her? I try to invite her out, but she never shows."

     I shrugged, "Not much to do. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her drink."

     Angela nodded, her lips thinning for a moment before she got back up.

     She patted my shoulder before she left, and I immersed myself back into my reading.

---

     Working the night shift at Roy's was never boring. We got loads of interesting people here. Charlie called the diner "a drunk's dream." Sure, it was a little sleazy and a lot of greasy food, but it wasn't horrible to be in. If you ignored the obnoxious 70s disco decor.

     A duo of two men were sat in my section, both of them looking like hell.

     "Welcome to Roy's, I’m y/n. What can I get started for you?" I asked, my peppy customer service voice grating on my own nerves so late at night.

     They both had tanned skin in shades of bronze, and long, dark hair. One had it pulled up in braids down his back, the other's hair loose.

     "A Pepsi, please," the first man said, and he looked to the other boy, "Jared, what do you want?"

     Jared ordered a strawberry milkshake.

     "Be right back!" I told them, spinning on my heel and going to get their drinks.

     "How old do you think those guys in your section are?" Chelsea asked as I filled up the drinks. She was staring at the two I had just spoken to, and I shrugged.

     "Dunno, don't really care." I said, "They look grown enough, I guess."

     "Grown enough?" She parroted, laughing, "They all have to be at least twenty!"

      Again, I just shrugged.

     "Ugh, no fun." Chelsea said, rolling her eyes and disappearing into the back to go gossip with the cooks.

     "Here are those drinks," I said, setting them down before each of the boys. "Anything to eat?"

     "I want two number twos with lettuce, tomatoes, unions, and pickles, please, and a large fry." Jared told me, and I wrote it all down quickly. Two double patty burgers and a large fry was a lot to get down, but boys had large stomachs, I guess.

     Sam spoke next, ordering, "A number three with tomatoes and lettuce only, with a number four with everything and a large fry, please."   

     Spicy chicken sandwich with everything on it and a pulled pork sandwich, I wrote, then said, "Be right back, then."

      I handled my other tables until the food was ready, and I had to ask Kass to help me carry it all. When I set the food down, in front of them, they both thanked me and started eating. I grabbed their cups to refill their drinks, and when I was back to the table, most of their food was already gone.

     "You two sure can put food away, wow," I said, setting the drinks down again. Jared had ordered another milkshake, and a water. Sam still got the Pepsi.

     Sam smiled, looking weary but better. Color had returned to his face, and his eyes looked brighter.

     "We're growing boys," Jared joked, and I smiled.

     When they left, after ordering a slice of pie, I got a nice tip and a doodled wolf on the check.

---

     Bella went out with Jessica to see a movie, I think. I wasn't paying a lot of attention when she said it, I had a mountain of homework from physics and not nearly enough time to do all of it.

     Charlie found Bella's wallet and told me to go give it to her, so I went to Port Angeles to find her.

     I saw Jessica first, and she was watching in mute horror as Bella spoke to some strange man on a motorcycle.

     "Bella!" I yelled, people glancing my way as I stormed up to her to snag her by her arm and drag her away.

     For a moment, she looked hopeful, like she was expecting to see someone else.

     "Oh my god, you're stupid!" I yelled, dragging her back to my car. "Do you not think about anything anymore? He could have kidnapped you! He could have done worse!"

     "I just-" she caught herself, flinching, "I thought I knew him."

     "Good lord," I said, swearing at her for her recklessness, "I thought Charlie would have told you about stranger danger, but I guess not! Maybe it's time for a refresh!"

     Jessica trailed behind us as I berated Bella and lectured her over the dangers of strangers and dark alleyways and motorcycles.

     I folded my sister into the passenger seat of my car, ordering Jessica in the back seat.

     "But, uh, what about Bella's car..?" Jessica asked, staring at me.

      "I'll get it tomorrow. I don't trust Bella not to do something else stupid with it now." I huffed, reaching over to buckle Bella's seatbelt and peeling out of the parking lot.

     I dropped Jessica home safely and pulled into the driveway, marching back inside.

     "Your daughter has lost all her sense!" I told Charlie, "Dad, you need to tell her about stranger danger again before she gets herself kidnapped!"

     "Y/n, now wait a minute-" he started, glancing at the door as my sister came stalking in behind me.

     "Bella, you wanna tell me what your sister is talking about?" Charlie asked, and I huffed as she just sighed.

     She explained and got a stern talking to, but I wasn't satisfied.

     I started going everywhere with her, after that.

     When we weren't in classes, I was attached to her hip. Hell, I even started sleeping in her room with her.

     She still kicks.

     But the nightmares become less frequent when we have sleepovers every night.

     I make her take care of herself by doing it for her, forcing her to brush her teeth and wash her face as I do her hair in the mornings and at night, packing a healthy lunch for her, and forcing her to keep up with her studies.

     It's exhausting, but it's better than staying up until I cant anymore, and it's slowly getting me my sister back.

     And then Jacob comes back into the picture

     He and Bella are fixing up some old bikes. I have no interest in them, so I sit with them and listen as they talk.

     Sometimes I draw some still life pictures of them, sitting together and working.

     Sometimes I sleep.

     Sometimes I do my homework like a good student.

     Slowly, I started to trust Jacob with my sister. I started picking up more daytime shifts at Roy's, and I started to relax.

     The nightmares still happen, but they've gone down to about twice a week now.

     Sometimes she only wakes up crying, others it's the screaming again.

     But progress is progress.

---

     "Y/n, I sat a group of three in your section. Booth in the far corner, babe." Makayla told me as I passed the host stand.

     "Thanks, Mak," I said, hurrying to drop off my drinks to some travelers before going to my new table.

     Ryan comes barreling my way to drop some food off, and I spin around him to avoid knocking into him and his tray of food. I get to the booth in the back, seeing some familiar faces.

     "Hey guys," I smile, recognizing two of my favorite customers, "I haven't seen you two in a minute, how've you been?"

     Sam, who I learned later from Charlie, had been the one to find Bella after she was dumped in the woods by Edward. I didn't care if he knew who I was or not, not really, because I knew who he was. I couldn't do much for him, but showing my gratitude for saving my sister through the Family and Friend's discount was enough for me.

     "So busy," Jared complains, pointing an accusing finger at Sam, "He's had me doing chores for days and makes me take more if I don't do my homework! He's like my mom now!"

     Sam rolls his eyes as I laugh, reaching out to flick Jared in the forehead. The two of them have been coming to

     "You're working with me, I'm responsible for you. So sad for you." Sam says dryly, and I shake my head at their antics.

     "Strawberry shake and Pepsi?" I ask them, my eyes tuning towards their new friend.

     He looks rough, almost like Bella did. His long hair is pulled back in a hastily done bun, and his eyes are sharp and attentive. He looks at me oddly, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes squinting slightly.

     "What can I get for you?" I ask him, an odd feeling rising in my chest as I meet his eyes.

     He's quiet for a moment before he takes a deep breath and orders a water.

     I nod, taking down his drink order and turning towards the kitchen.

     "Ooh, your friends brought someone new!" Chelsea crooned, coming to drape her arms over my shoulders as she watches me fill up the two cups in my hands. I roll my eyes.

     "Chels, why are you always back here when you're supposed to be doing your work?" I ask, dragging her towards the milkshake machine as I fill up Jared's strawberry shake.

     "I'm doing my side work! I got cut early." She says, smacking her gum in my ear. I cringe, reaching back to push her face away from mine.

      "Love that for you, girl, but get your smacking away from my ears, please." I told her, hearing her laugh as I add a cherry to the milkshake and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. She walks off to go finish cutting her lemons and I put all three drinks on the tray to bring them out.

     I set down the drinks and milkshake, turning the tray under my arm as I pull out my note pad to take down their food order.

     "Number three, no unions, large fry, and a chicken sandwich, unions, tomatoes, lettuce, with a large fry." Jared rattles out, and I jot it down quickly. I turn to Sam and notice a distinct lack of his friend beside him.

     "Chicken tenders and a large fry, number two and a basket of onion rings, please," Sam says, adding, "Paul will have the same as me, but without the onion rings and with fried pickles instead."

     I nod, writing it all down.

     "You want me to put a slice of pie in and bring it out later?" I ask, seeing Jared nod enthusiastically.

     "That'd be great, y/n, thanks." I again nod at Sam's words, turning away and hustling to the kitchen to put in their order.

     I service my other tables while the boys' food is being made, bustling around my section. I'm keenly aware of eyes on me, but I figure it's just someone waiting to get my attention so I can give them a refill.

     When their food is ready, I bring it out to Sam and his group.

     I set each of the baskets down before each of the boys, picking up their cups and going to get them refills.

     They each eat quickly, and every time I pass their table, my skin prickles.

     I try to see if it's one of them that needs my attention, but each time I look over, they're all engrossed in their food, or a conversation. Any time I look over, they're in tense conversation. I try and keep my distance so I don't disturb them, but I make sure to keep attentive to their cups and plates.

     I sigh after a while, deciding that I must be making things up. No one seemed to be looking at me.

     They ate quickly and I ran them their check. I was left with a good tip and a smiley face on the paper of the check beside Sam's signature.

---

     When I was finally cut to go home, I took a long shower and collapsed in my bed. When my eyes closed, I saw a picture in my mind's eye.

     Dark eyes framed by thick lashes. My vision slowly panned out, and I saw dark eyebrows. There was a slight wrinkle between them, like the person was frowning. Slowly, my mind put together a strong nose, then high cheekbones, full lips, and a strong jaw. Finally, I saw long, dark hair framing this handsome face.

     Slowly, I put a name to the face I saw in my mind.

     Paul.

     Why I was seeing Sam and Jared's friend, I had no clue. There was no denying that he was attractive, though. His angular face and sharp eyes made him look uninviting, but his sullen demeanor was softened by his full, almost pouty lips and well kept hair. His lack of facial hair made him look younger compared to Jared, who's scruffy chin made him look closer to twenty than to seventeen. The long, silky hair on his head had been messily pulled back, yes, but it served to make him look almost boyish, also.

     I was pulled out of my thoughts when my door creaked open, and I peeled my eyes awake to see Bella standing in the doorway. Wordlessly, I pulled back the blankets around me and scooted over. She shut the door behind her and fell into my bed, sighing as I reaching out to pull the blanket over her shoulders.

     I fell asleep shortly after, Bella's breathing steady almost immediately.

Word Count: 3157

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! This is my first fic ever! Please lmk what you think about it 🥰

Also, I plan to change some things about the story. I'm going on a mix of the books and movies, but I plan to change the timeline a little, change the logistics a bit, and make some of the characters a bit older because I don't like how literally everyone is like 16?? Anyway, I'll probably put out a chapter of all the stuff I change to get some feedback and stuff

All rights go to the original authors and publishers !

[daddyscumslut20]

Heyyyy author, may I request a Kei Uzuki (Sakamoto days) x reader smut fanfic? One where Kei Uzuki is in heat and gets wet dreams about the reader🙈 the thought of impregnating his lover and his seed in her just keeps flowing through his mind (breeding kink) and one thing led to another.... Sending lots of love💕💕

Wet Dreams

Kei Uzuki x Fem! Reader ( mixed reader black & your race)

(Requested)

Genre: Smut

Warning ⚠️: Breeding kink, rough

Being the wife the wife of Kei Uzuki came with its own perks at times. One of those perks which was being able to visit the science lab whenever you wanted. While most of the time it was to see your husband of course, but there was a few times that you visited only to see the small children that were kept in the lab. Of course you don’t tell him this .. which is why Kei cold gaze was focused on you. Watching as you smile as play with the small child, the way your eyes light up when the child showed you a small drawing they had done. Feeling his heart skip a beat as a sudden wave of possession. Not paying the scientist any mind as , she rambles on about the new results they had on one of the children in the lab. If only you had known ..him seeing you smile and cheerful with a random child would lead you to this.

Now in your husband office, your clothes scattered over his office floor long forgotten spread out on his desk your legs spread apart as your hands are tied together in front of you leaving your naked body on full display in front of his blue eyes.Teary eyes locked on your husband as Kei kneels in front of his desk between your spread legs eyes locked on your pussy watching as your juices slowly drip from your needy hole , a slow grin forming on his plump lips as his blue eyes lock one your {eye color} eyes.

“Awe .. what’s ts the matter princess..” Kei says voice deep with lust and amused as his blue eyes watches you, one of his hand gently squeezing your inner thigh that’s now covered in his hand prints and bites from his previous actions as you whimper. His thumb slowly smearing your juices on your outer lips teasing causing a moan to slip past reader lips as you look at your husband pleading.

“K-Kei..” reader moans legs trembling as he slowly teases your sensitive clit causing your back to arch slightly off the desk , your nails digging into your legs

Groaning as Kei stands to his feet , removing his hands from your thighs as he slowly unblocked his belt before freeing his cock harden cock from his boxers. Kei’s eyes never leaving watching as you look at him, his hand slowly stroking his cock as the other tabs your waist pulling your a bit closer towards the edge of the table, tapping his cock against your pussy making you whimper. Moving his cock towards your entrance , rubbing his tip in a teasing manner against your entrance smearing the pre cum from his tip on your entrance before lining up to your entrance. Reader eyes widen as you see his huge, throbbing erection. Biting your lip. Feeling his tip against your entrance. Reader whimpers, trying to hold still.

“Baby..p-please..” reader whimpers eyes looking at Kei pleading for him move and stop teasing you

“So pretty like this princess..” Kei says looking down at you his hands helping your hips in place as his hips thrust forward, a moan slipping past your plump lips as you feel his cock stretch you open, your walla tighten around him pulling him in deeper as Kei groans, not letting your adjust to his size even though he fucked you a hundred times since you both been married.

“S-so ..*reader moans your walls clenching around his cock as your back arch’s off the desk, his cock sliding out of you before slamming back into you at a faster pace. Feeling the tip of his cock kiss at your cervix as you arms wrap around his neck pulling Kei closer to your naked body.

“You’ll look so hot carrying my child..” Kei groans looking in your teary eyes as you walls clench from his words as Kei cock roughly fucks into your tight walls,causing Kei to groan as your wetness coats his cock with each hard thrust he gave you. Making Reader feel every thick inch of his cock inside her. The sound of skin against skin fills the room mixed with the sounds of your dripping pussy as Kei pounds into you, making readers eyes roll back as Kei fuck each thrust more harder than the last. Being completely at his mercy, your a hands tugging at the back of his shirt as he fucks in you his movement moving faster as you feel his cock push deeper inside you, causing reader to only whimper and take Kei’s rough thrusts. Her pussy is soaking wet, making a mess on the desk as you pound into her.

“So..close K-Kei.”reader moans louder looking in his eyes as his blue eyes meet yours intensely, showing both his desire and amusement at being able to make you so loud. He pounds into you harder, knowing exactly how to make your body tremble.

“K-Kei!!w-wait..”reader moans louder using your small hands to try to push him back a bit to get him to slow down as your hands try to push at his chest , feeing his cock hit your g spot repeatedly your legs shake violently as you eyes water , small tears falling from your eyes feeling overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure he gave you.

"Too sensitive?" Kei teases, his voice low and husky. He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting your G-spot with precision. Kei smirks, slowing down his thrusts but not stopping completely. He knows exactly what he's doing to you and enjoys every second of it.

“KEI..MM P-PLEASE” reader moans, your moans starting to fill the room your walls tighen around him

Kei bites back his own groan as he feels your walls tightening around him, squeezing his hardened cock deliciously. His pace quickens once more, determined to make you cum. Sweat beads on his brow as he flexes his hips, driving into you desperately.

“C-cumming..KEI!!”moans feeling a knot form in the pit of your lower belly as your arms warp around your husband as you hit your climax your legs shaking as you juices coat his harden cock. Your loud moan echoes through the office, making Kei’s muscles tense. He grips your hips tighter, nails digging in your hips slightly as he pistons into you faster, extending your orgasm. His blue eyes watch your body fall apart beautifully.

“N-NO MORE ..K-Kei!!!” Reader moans as your eyes water tugging at the back of your husband’s shirt as your arms stay holding on to him for dear life , his cock continues to pound into you pussy. Kei’s breathing becomes ragged as he feels you tugging at his shirt. He's on the brink of his own orgasm, knowing he can't hold back much longer. With a final thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside you, growling loudly as he cums violently causing reader to whimper feeling his hot seed cover your womb as you eyes roll back

Groans as Kei’s eyes slowly open feeling his harden cock twitch inside his boxers realizing that it was just a dream he was having. Breathe hitches as he feels your sleeping figure move beside him, glancing over at the clock that sat on the night stand beside him seeing that it was only 3 AM causing him to let out another groan of frustration…he really didn’t want to bother his sleeping wife but at the same time he couldn’t sleep after a dream like that it didn’t make it any better that he’s been wanting to impregnate his pretty wife for a while now. Turning on his side to face you, looking at yoru face as you sleep peacefully, slow breathes slipping past your plump lips. Slowly Kei’s eyes trail down your body, your harden nipples showing through your thin silk white night gown as it stopped at your mid thigh. Reaching his hand towards your breast giving it a gently squeeze as a soft moan leave past your plump lips, your eyes still closed as you sleep not aware of your husband’s wandering hands as they slowly move down pulling your night gown over you hips laying it across your lower belly. Moving down to be face to face with your white laces panties pressing gently kisses to your clothes pussy as you squirm a bit in your sleep causing him to slowly spread your legs apart , sliding her panties to the side.

Using his thumb as he rubs your entrance earning a moan from you as his thumb slowly moves up to your clit, rubbing in a slow circular motion you lips slightly part as your breath hitches in your sleep , groaning quietly as Kei removes his thumb from your wet pussy replacing his thumb with his mouth, eyes rolling back slightly as you wetness coats his tongue, moving his tongues slowly around your clit a few times before sucking at your clit gently making you jolt a bit as your body squirms a bit in your sleep , holding your legs open with his strong arms causing his muscles to flex as he starts to devour your pussy, gross int as he tongues slips inside your entrance before tongue fucking you at a past pace. Your back arches off the bed as your eyes snap open looking down at you Kei , widen slight seeing him devour you , eating sloppily at your pussy as your walls tighen tarp idm his tongue feeling your climax near as his hands grip at your waist holding your hips down against the bed keeping you in place as you legs shake his tongue moving to lick and suck at your clit as you hit your climax. Feeling your juices slowly deep out of your pussy as it covers the sheets beneath you.

Slowly pulling his lips away from your pussy , your juices covering his lower face and lips as his slowly licks his lips clean , climbing on top of you as you look in your husbands blue eyes, his eyes filled with lust as desire as his leans down his lips catching yours in a passionate kiss as your lips move in sync. Your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands rub up your waist towards your breast giving your right breast a squeeze, using his other hand to free his hard cock from his boxers, his tip leaking of pre cum as he gives his cock a few strokes before lining his tip to your entrance, his large hands slowly moving to your hips as he holds you in place not breaking the kiss once as his tongues slips inside your mouth causing you to moan, your tongues fighting for dominance. In one swift motion of his hips as he cock pushes deep inside you causing you to mom in the kiss as he positions his tip to your g spot before his cock starts to move inside you at a fast pace. Pulling away from the kiss as your back arch’s off the bed eyes locked on your husband as he stares back into yours.

“Fuck your tight..” Kei groans as he fucks in you as Reader whimpers softly, clinging to Kei’s gaze as Kei fills her completely, wrapping your legs around Kei waist, pulling him deeper. Holding your hips tighter, his nails digging in your flesh as his tip hits your womb repeatedly.

Reader moans grow louder, your hips meeting Kei’s thrusts as you nears your peak. Kei eyes darken with lust as he looks down at yoh , tears slowly following out your eyes as they roll to the back of your head, noticing how reader’s entire body trembles at his deep, passionate strokes.

"Oh Kei...fuck!!" Reader whimpers, losing herself in the feeing of your husband’s cock as it pushes deeper into your womb causing your legs to shake violently around his waist, felling his cocoon twitch deep inside you as he lets out a loud groan his hot seed shooting up your womb as reader convulses around Kei as she reaches her peak, pulling him deeper into her quivering womb. Kei feels as your belly contracts under his hands, pulling him in closer. His thumb rubbing slowly circular motions on your hips as you come down from your high before slowly pulling his cock out of you, seeing his seed mix with your juices as they slowly sweep out of you, laying beside you as he pulls you in his chest holding you tight as you both catch your breathe as you slowly drift to sleep , Kei kissing your forehead before soon falling asleep to the sound of your steady breathes

[demie90s]

Oops?

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

Summary: You pull up courtside in sweats with your bestie, fresh off a “break” with your maybe-ex.

Genre: Flirty, Slow Burn, Post-Break Tension

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

Warnings: Light cursing, flirtation, implied relationship drama

The seats were too close for how unserious we looked.

Me and my friend Paris pulled up to the Mystics vs Sky game dressed like we rolled straight out of a TikTok live and into these courtside seats. Matching sweats, no bras, hair barely brushed, and candy stashed in my Louis tote like we were sneaking snacks into a movie.

“I don’t even know how you got these seats,” I said, shoving another watermelon Sour Patch in my mouth and chewing slow.

Paris giggled, popping her gum with the side of her tongue. “Girl, I told you. Derrick owed me somethin’. Said I been ‘good.’” She did air quotes and rolled her eyes. “Like… what does that even mean?”

I blinked. “It means next time, ask for Bora Bora.”

“Girllll you know he too old for me to explain that.”

“…hoe… find a way.”

We both started laughing like we weren’t two grown women being recorded on five different iPhones. The girls behind us were whispering, and I could already tell the clip was gonna end up on Twitter: “not her at a whole WNBA game dressed like it’s pajama day 😭😭😭” — yeah, and still the finest in the room.

I reached over and grabbed another handful of Paris’s candy.

“Damn.”

“You should’ve brought your own.”

“I did—you just ate mine first.”

I rolled my eyes, legs stretched, arm slung across the back of the seat. “Bitch be grateful. I’m snack taxin’. You lucky I ain’t eat ya whole purse.”

The camera panned past us once or twice, probably thinking we were girlfriends. Happens all the time. I didn’t mind. The real issue was who wasn’t here.

She.

The girl I was supposedly on a break from. The same girl who used to sit next to me at these games in all her polished, too-perfect glory. And the same girl Georgia Amoore definitely knew.

Whether they got along was complicated. They smiled in public—took little pictures, tapped phones, gave each other compliments that sounded like insults. Real cordial. But Georgia? Georgia had always had that look in her eye.

Like she been waiting. Like she knew something my girlfriend didn’t. Like the moment I was up for grabs, she’d be right there—casual.

When halftime rolled around, there she was.

Walking up with her hair still damp, mouth twisted like she wasn’t doing nothing out the ordinary. No smile, no smirk. Just calm. Like this wasn’t a setup.

I blinked slowly, the Sour Patch mid-chew. Paris’s whole body straightened.

“Bitch,” she whispered. “Why is she—”

“Shhh.” I waved her off like I wasn’t suddenly sitting straighter too.

Georgia didn’t say anything right away. She just brought a jersey—and held it out like she was handing over a receipt.

“Here you go.”

I stared. I knew what this was. The quiet flex. The “I ain’t even tryin’, I just know what I’m doing” energy. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

I took the jersey with a grin, folding it over my lap like it was a Birkin. “How considerate.”

She nodded. “Figured she wouldn’t mind.”

Paris coughed a laugh into her drink. I didn’t blink.

“You figured right,” I said. “We on a break.”Georgia’s eyes scanned my face, then flicked to the camera crew nearby before she shrugged.

“Breaks don’t mean unavailable.”

“Oh, I know,” I replied, biting my straw. “But you was always real friendly.”

Georgia leaned on the rail beside us, arms crossed, real nonchalant like she didn’t just make me remember the way she smiled at me the first time we met—with her sitting right beside me.

She glanced down at my legs, then back to my face. “You look comfortable.”

I blinked. “That a problem?”

“Nope,” she said, pushing off the rail. “It’s just good to see you without the filter.”

She didn’t mean the Instagram one. I knew it. Paris knew it. Hell, my ex probably knew it too.

Georgia started walking off, turning her head just slightly. “Tell Paris to stop sharin’ her candy. You gon’ eat her outta house and home.”

I sucked my teeth. “Mind your business, Amoore.”

She raised one hand without looking back. “I’m tryin’ to.”

Paris leaned in, gasping. “She’s been waitin’ to risk it all. I felt that.”

I smirked, sliding the jersey into my lap with a little shake. “If she don’t stop playing with me… I’ma start wearing this shit around the house.”

After she walked off, jersey-less and smug as hell, Paris was fanning herself.

“She been plottin’, bitch.”

I didn’t respond. I was too busy pretending not to replay that whole interaction like a TikTok in my head. Because let’s be real—Georgia was always a little too friendly.

Not in a messy way. Not even in a disrespectful way. Just… observant. Quiet. Calculated. Like she didn’t believe in rushing nothing.

Even when my ex was in the room, Georgia would throw those little comments, always under the radar:

“Y’all cute. You sure you not single, though?”

“Damn, I like girls who talk back.”

After the game, me and Paris lingered. Mostly because I was still chewing the last of her candy and she couldn’t find her lip gloss.

That’s when Georgia showed back up—this time in slides and sweats, curls half-dry, and a plastic grocery bag swinging at her side like she’d just picked something up on the way out.

“Y’all still here?” she said, like she didn’t mean to walk straight over.

Paris blinked. “I mean… traffic.”

“Mhmm,” Georgia grinned. Then she looked at me. “You eat yet?”

I blinked slow. “No, but I did steal all her snacks.”

Paris cut in quick: “She really did. That’s not even a joke.”

Georgia tilted her head. “Wanna come get something? I’m grabbing food down the street. No pressure.”

She said it calm. Real nonchalant. Like this wasn’t exactly what she’d been waiting for. Like it wasn’t an opportunity wrapped in lemon pepper and laid out in neon lights.

I looked at Paris. Paris looked at me. We both looked at the bag in Georgia’s hand like it had the answers to life.

Really, what was I supposed to say? I’m on a break. I’m hungry. Georgia She don’t even look pressed. That’s the scariest part.

“Sure,” I said, shrugging like I wasn’t already standing up. “But I’m not sharing.”

Georgia smirked. “I could’ve guessed.”

By the time we slid into the booth at a late-night spot barely holding on with a B-rating in the window, it was clear: this wasn’t a date. It wasn’t a “just friends” moment either.

It was… open-ended.

She passed me a fry without looking. She let Paris go on about Derrick and his bad knees. She asked if I still did streaming. I asked why she played so damn calm.

And somewhere between me stealing her lemon pepper wing and her wiping honey mustard off my lip with her finger, I realized—

My ex ain’t ever had me laughing like this.

Georgia didn’t push. She didn’t ask questions about her. Didn’t even bring her up again. She just existed beside me, calm and easy, like this was always an option.

Like she knew—I’ll wait. But I ain’t waitin’ forever.

I wasn’t gonna say it out loud, but damn… food tastes better when you don’t feel guilty.

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[minimoxha]

You’re mine. (Drabble.)

summary: (I can’t remember who requested this im working through my inbox!) When you and your sugar daddy, Sakuna get into an argument over you and your ‘infidelity’ you just can’t seem to keep your mouth shut. that calls for punishment.

Pairing: young, Sugar daddy!Sakuna, Sugarbaby!Reader.

“All you do is use my money and you think I won’t fuck you?” Sakuna moans, giving rough thrusts into your hips. He had been talking like this for a while. Repeating how useless you were, how he hated gold diggers like you, the whole nine yards over an argument where the both of you (mostly you) just couldn’t seem to find the wrong in your argument. It started off with you saying how you were still fucking other people because he doesn’t own you. From there, a lot of the moment was just smoke that ended or well is ending in him taking *his pussy like he’s never fucked before.

This was currently your second time cumming and not your last. “Kuna’ ‘m so sorry. Stop- please-“ You moaned, trying your best to move away from the man but he grabbed your hips every time and pulled you back to getting split on his cock. “Please-“ ‘Kuna was too dam focused on the rutting of his hips to even pay attention to your useless moaning like a fucking slut.

“You get a fucking allowance, an apartment, a car, a damn mutt, and you still aren’t- ngh- grateful for what I fucking do for you?” He asks, which is more of a moaning shout as he thrusts again and again into your cunt. Other than his curses, you could hear and feel your juices getting blended around in your pussy. “You’re fucking other dudes as if my cock doesn’t satisfy you enough!”

“Maybe you don’t- oh fuck baby more.” You moaned, trying to get more of his thrusts, the overstimulated feeling now changed with pleasure as yet another orgasm was ripping through your core. Until he pulled out…

Dazed, you turned to look at the demon; eyes as big as saucers. “Wh-Why’d you stop?” Sakuna stared at you with an unreadable face. Instead of answering your lust driven question he grabbed you by your hair, forcing you off the bed and to your knees. You wince in pain.

“You think you can just disrespect me in my own fucking home? Then you won’t cum again until you realize that you’re mine for the rest of fucking eternity.” He screamed as he dragged you into your designated ‘play room’ with a rough hand. “I’ll show you and that fucker you fucked who the fuck i am, bitch.”

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Hi! i hope you just enjoyed and if you did you can request more in my asks. I answer all of them and love to have more ideas for what to write. Make sure to eat two meals and drink water!

[baxndaid]

helloooo! can i request nezha x female!immortal reader and their love is frowned upon? (maybe something to do with classes or with his backstory?) thank you!

nezha x reader (most versions apply)

short asf bc im sick and i have so much work to catch up on ☹️

- being a servant to li jing, you often bumped into his son, nezha

- while he was now a lot more constrained, in his younger days he was very disobedient, often dragging you into whatever mess he’s gotten himself into

- you were less of a servant to him, more of a friend - and eventually, something more

- the prince absolutely insisted on hiding any of your interactions from his father since he knew the heavenly king would go mad

- like the third lotus prince courting one of his MAIDS??? dawggg he’s going to strangle nezha so bad

- due to the whole “inferior, superior” situation, nezha tries not to initiate anything, sorry henni it has to be you💔

- due to the monkey king being captured and contained, nezha had a lot of free time, which is rare for him

- he’s using it all to spend time with you WBKK

- erlang would figure out that you two were a unit due to his third eye (and the fact that nezha gets uncharacteristically nervous when youre around)

- he won’t tell, only because he thought you two were good for each other and he doesn’t get paid enough to gaf

- also blackmail purposes

- to conclude, it’s a pretty secretive relationship, but it’s super fulfilling, it gives you something to look forward to after work

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October 21- Breath Play (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus) ❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, breath play. . . and honestly that's really it. Some mentions of aftercare I suppose

Copyright: I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, or any other Black Butler characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"We won't hurt you." Claude promised, towering over you as Sebastian lounged on the bed behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see that the other demon looked rather bored, his amber eyes meeting yours, the corner of his mouth lifting into the slightest of smirks. 

"I know." You murmured softly, unable to look Claude in the eye. "I know I just. . . the idea of not being able to breathe is scary. You guys don't need to breathe so what if you forget?" 

Claude took your chin between his fingers, making you stare into his golden eyes. "Y/N. Do you really think we would forget something as precious as that?" 

"No." You replied honestly. 

"Good." Sebastian purred in your ear, making you jump seven feet in the air, crashing into Claude as you hadn't heard the other demon approach at all. 

Claude shot Sebastian an annoyed look as he helped you steady yourself. "Really Sebastian? It's almost as though you want to prove yourself careless." 

"I'm sorry kitten." Sebastian smirked, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it in apologies. "We truly will keep you safe however." 

You let out a deep, shaky breath. "Okay." 

Sebastians' eyes glimmered, "Excellent." 

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You were kneeling on the bed, wearing black lingerie. Black had never been your favorite colour- you had thought it made you look rather pale and unflattering- but Sebastian and Claude loved seeing it on you. They made you feel beautiful, not the clothing that you wore for a few minutes before they tore it to shreds. 

You took a deep breath, something you were doing every twenty seconds. Despite their reassurances and despite you knowing that they would never hurt you, especially with something as simple as breath play- you had done far more complex and dangerous kinks- you were still a little nervous. 

Your worry that they would forget you needed to breathe was at the top of your list. An entity that didn't need to breathe, caught up in the moment, might perhaps forget that the one they were with did need air.  

But, Claude was right. They were demons and they were not negligent in anything they did. You were safe. 

Footsteps behind you alerted you that at least Claude was in the room. He had always attempted to act more human with you, or at least not scare you as badly as Sebastian did. Sebastian seemed to live simply to make sure you jumped at his every move. 

Claude had taken his gloves off, showing you the tattoo on the back of his hands as he ran his hands across your body, before ripping the bra away, massaging your breasts immediately. He sucked and bit gently at your neck and you relaxed into him, moaning. 

"Eyes open." Sebastian whispered, breath fanning across your face. Your body tensed, flinching a little into Claude who let out an annoyed noise, pulling away from your neck. 

You opened your eyes to find the slightly younger demon smirking, hovering in front of you. He was completely naked, showing you a lithe, thin, fit figure. His amber eyes hypnotized you and you shook your head at him slightly. 

"One of these days you're really going to give me a heart attack, you know that master?" You asked, sinking back into Claude. 

"And then," Sebastian whispered, starting at your throat with his tongue, before slowly working his way down your body. "I'll consume your soul and make you my slave forever." 

You whimpered as he reached your naval, which was somewhat ticklish. Claude made another annoyed noise. He loved you being human and hated when Sebastian talked about such things as consuming your soul or your death. 

The relationship between the three of you was complicated. You liked both of them- loved them even though you'd never say so to their faces (Demons did not grasp the concept of love). And they were both fond of you. They couldn't stand each other though, only tolerating each others' presence because of you. 

Sebastian ran his tongue back up your stomach, before latching onto your breast. Claude's hands gently caressed your shoulders, his lips against your back. Slowly, he slid one hand up to cup your throat. 

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to apply pressure. But Claude simply kept his hand there, teasingly, while Sebastian continued to lick and suck your breasts. It wasn't until Sebastian moved lower, laying his tongue flat against your cunt, that Claude squeezed, not hard yet, but lightly. 

"We're taking this slow." Claude murmured softly as Sebastian sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth scraping over the sensitive nub. "I want you to be comfortable first." 

You didn't know if Sebastian was going to stick with that, but you trusted Claude on his word at the very least. 

Sebastian looked up at you, his hands tight on your thighs. You could see his tongue as it came out, slowly licking you, teasing you. You let out another nervous breath. 

Claude squeezed your throat now, fingers coming up, pinching your nose lightly and just like that, you couldn't breathe. It was a strange, almost panicky feeling. You wanted to immediately react, throw his hand off your nose, tap out and use your safe word. But you kept yourself from doing so and thought of the fuzzy feeling that you were having. 

You suddenly felt as though the feelings of Sebastian licking you up were heightened. Your cunt was immediately flooding with liquids and you came hard on Sebastian's' tongue, though you previously hadn't been as close. 

Claude released your mouth and nose, causing you to gasp dramatically for breath. Claude kept a tight hold on you as you struggled on your knees, still trying to come to terms with it. 

"Do you want to keep going?" Claude demanded fiercely. He was very protective of you and this kink had not been his idea, but Sebastians'. 

"Yes." You breathed out, gaining control of your breathing now. "It. . ." You were trying to figure out how to explain it and you couldn't, so you just said 'yes' again and left it at that. Claude surveyed you for another moment and then nodded. 

Sebastian pulled you away from Claude, sprawling you out on your back on the bed. He lifted your hips, thrusting into you, making you moan. Sebastian's hand covered your nose and mouth, pressing down hard so that you couldn't breathe. Claude hovered nearby so that he could watch you and Sebastian. 

It was such an overwhelming, light-headed feeling. He was fucking you harshly while you couldn't breathe. You couldn't even explain the feeling of your lungs fighting for air that you weren't and couldn't receive, while simultaneously feeling like your body was on fire in pleasure. 

Your body jerked, needing air, but Sebastian only pressed tighter against your mouth and nose. Claude's eyes were flicking between the two of before Sebastian demanded "cum" and you came without even realizing that you were on the brink of release. His hand moved away immediately, air swooping down your lungs in huge gulps. The mixed relief in your lungs with the overwhelming pleasure your body was riding on seemed to lengthen your orgasm. 

Claude had pulled you into his arms once more, this time so you were straddling him, sinking down on his cock. He pinched your nose first as you started to ride him, moving yourself up and down in rhythm to breathing through your mouth. 

This was slightly more uncomfortable, since your breathing sounded heavy in your ears. Claude released your nose, letting you breath fully again, using his demon speed so that you were suddenly under him, legs pushed back so your knees were against your breasts. 

"Oh~" You cried out, moaning a little, before Sebastian pinched your nose and covered your mouth again. Claude's hand tightened around your throat as he pistoned into you. This time, you barely even noticed you were unable to breathe, instead completely pliable between them as the pleasure overwhelmed you. 

It took about twenty-five seconds before your lungs were screaming again, but this time you didn't pay any attention to it, white spots dancing in front of your eyes. Hands were off of you as you careened over the edge, lungs filled with air once more. 

You realized you were fighting to stay conscious and slumped forwards into Claude's arms, finally noticing that he had pulled you into his arms, body still sunk down on his cock. 

"There we go pet." Claude whispered softly, tapping your cheek lightly with a glass of water. The condensation trickling down your cheek to the corner of your lip. He tipped the glass at your mouth, which you sucked up greedily, draining the glass in ten seconds. "Hi." He whispered as you looked at him again. 

You smiled a little and then became a little surprised, noticing the time on the wall. "Wow, I didn't realize so much time passed." You murmured, "It felt like everything happened within five minutes." 

Claude nodded, stroking your cheek. "I'm just glad you didn't black out at all. I'm not sure I can do the play again. It. . ." He hesitated, looking for the right word, but then softly admitted, "scared me I suppose is the best fitting word. If you want to do it with Sebastian, I'll monitor, but I don't think I can cause you harm like that, regardless." 

"That's okay." You said, kissing his cheek, before snuggling into his shoulder. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. But thank you for doing it tonight." 

He gently stood up, letting his cock fall out of you, before dashing to the bathroom where a tub of heated water sat. "Go ahead and fall asleep kitten." Claude whispered softly. "I've got you." 

You rested your head against the cool tiled wall behind you and did just that.

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Hello! I hope your taking requests

ciel x reader, it’s like an au where ciel is still the Queen’s Guard/Watch Dog except Queen Victoria is replaced with the reader as the Queen. Not like future Queen like she is ruling the country. She is still very young, perhaps one or two years older than ciel with a crown that is too big for her head and heavy making her movements slow. She’s much like the Queen of Hearts from the original Alice in Wonderland. With her being very strict and easy to offend, often leading to the beheading of people. Other than that she is quite calm and likes it when people make her laugh. She’s very well educated and efficient with all the responsibilities that follow behind her even at her age, so she has quite a lot of free time that she spends with ciel.

Queen! Reader HCs (Ciel Phantomhive)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You weren’t expecting to rise to power so quickly and yet here you are

For the most part, your subjects are fine with you…or perhaps it’s that they fear you

Nevertheless, you still do know that deep down inside, you’re still young at heart

So maybe that’s why you like to spend so much time in your guard dog’s manor

Because Ciel is a polite and respectful enough boy to you

And admittedly, you’ve grown to see him as a friend in between the long hideaways in his library and the quiet tea-time sessions you both share in his garden 

You feel that although your relationship started purely transactional, this relationship the two of you have could bloom into something more one day

Or maybe that’s just you coping with the fact that you’re never surrounded by anyone your own age these days

…And maybe all the times Ciel has offered to fix your hair and your crown for you is really starting to mess with your heart (but that’s an issue you and your court can deal with on another day)

That being said, his staff is nice enough too

Sebastian is probably the most efficient butler you’ve ever met, and the other three make you laugh much more than they disappoint you

They’re much better than the boring and stiff members of your staff who always drag down your mood by acting too prim and proper (especially in the moments when you don’t want that!)

 So the Phantomhive Staff make the perfect excuse to visit your guard dog for a bit of relaxation time

And although you’re still his queen and he is still you’re loyal subject

It is truly nice to meet a boy who doesn’t fear your every word and lives in a house full of people who make you laugh every time you come to visit