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Delirious | J. Uso|R. Reigns Ten

Summary: When Titania buys an old typewriter from a closing thrift store, she thinks it’s just a vintage gem—until the words she types start coming true. However, the typewriter doesn’t just bring fantasies to life—it twists them. Giving Titania way more than she bargained for.

Pairing: Titania Marshall (Black OC) x Jey Uso x Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: This story is another AU thing. So, it might align, or it might not. I will try my best to keep it current enough. Nonetheless, it’s mash up of a few things: That one episode of Goosebumps. That one episode of the Twilight Zone. And that movie by the same title, Delirious featuring John Candy. I’ma make it work. Plus, I like mystical spooky shit with a bit of Jerry Springer type mess.

Warning(s): SMUT incoming. Some minor harsh language. A smidge of toxic behavior.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Ten

Titania sat on the couch, staring at the muted television, barely registering the flickering images on the screen. The house was quiet now. Jey had left for the airport that morning, kissing her goodbye with his usual warmth, promising to call her later. It was supposed to be comforting, knowing she had a few days to herself, a chance to clear her mind. Instead, she felt untethered.

There were only two weeks left until the move. Two weeks until she packed up everything and left behind the life she had built before all of this. Before Jey. Before the typewriter. Before everything shifted. She should be excited. She had written this future. She had wanted it.

Then why did she feel like she was walking into something she couldn’t escape?

Titania leaned forward, rubbing her temples. She just needed to shake it off. Find a routine. Get back to the version of herself that existed before she started rewriting everything. Maybe she’d go out today. Get some fresh air. Do something normal.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced down, expecting Jey or Naomi, but the name on the screen made her stomach clench.

Tamya (FaceTime Call)

Titania exhaled sharply, guilt curling tight in her chest. She hadn’t spoken to her sister in weeks. The last time they talked was before she bought the typewriter, before her entire world rearranged itself into something unrecognizable. She had been avoiding her, just like she had been avoiding her parents.

But Tamya wasn’t like their mother and father. Their parents would be disappointed, but Tamya would be mad as this wasn’t like her at all. Titania forced herself to answer. The moment her sister’s face filled the screen, she knew she had been right.

"Girl," Tamya’s voice was sharp, her expression pinched with irritation. "Why am I hearing from Mia that you’re moving to Florida? Is this what we doing now? Keeping secrets?"

Titania’s stomach dropped.

She should have known Mia would say something. Her best friend had always been loose-lipped, but Titania had rewrote things, made her someone who believed in their relationship. It hadn’t occurred to her that Mia hadn’t been rewritten enough to keep secrets.

Titania scrambled for an excuse. "I—I wanted to tell you myself."

Tamya’s eyes narrowed. "And when exactly were you gonna do that? After you moved? What the hell is going on with you? This ain’t like you."

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Titania lied, though she could hear how weak it sounded.

"A surprise?" Tamya’s brows shot up. "Titania, this is your whole damn life! You don’t make decisions like this without telling your family especially me.”

Titania swallowed, feeling the heat of shame spread up her neck.

"You never kept secrets from me, T," Tamya continued, her voice softer now, but no less firm. "Not even from Mom and Dad, but especially not from me. You always told me everything."

Titania’s throat tightened. She knew Tamya was right. Before Jey, before the typewriter, before all of this, she had always confided in her big sister. Tamya was the person she trusted the most, the one who knew her better than anyone.

But what could she even say?

That she had written herself into a different life? That she was losing track of what was real and what wasn’t? That she was terrified of what was to come because things hadn’t really been working out in the way she wanted but she didn’t know how to fix it.

She couldn’t say any of that.

"I just didn’t want to deal with everyone freaking out," Titania said, grasping for anything that might calm her sister down.

Tamya’s expression remained unreadable for a moment before she sighed, shaking her head. "Mama and Daddy are gonna lose it when they find out. And I swear, T, if you think you’re gonna blindside them with this, you got another thing coming."

Titania’s pulse spiked. "You’re not gonna tell them, are you?"

Tamya folded her arms, studying her carefully. "With the way you been moving? I should."

"Tamya, please," Titania whispered. "I’ll tell them soon. Just… not yet. I still got things to get in order."

Her sister exhaled, tapping her nails against her arm before nodding. "Fine. For now. But you need to get your shit together." Her voice softened again, worry replacing the irritation. "This isn’t like you. Not calling, keeping secrets, making huge life changes out of nowhere. Something’s not right with you, T."

Titania’s chest tightened.

Tamya didn’t know how true that was.

"I’m fine," she lied.

Tamya didn’t believe her, but she didn’t press. She just sighed again. "Just… don’t forget who you are, okay?"

Titania forced a small smile. "I won’t."

Tamya gave her one last long look before hanging up. The screen went dark, leaving Titania staring at her own dim reflection. She set the phone down slowly, pressing her fingers against her temples.

Her sister was right.

She wasn’t herself anymore.

Before Jey, before the typewriter, she had been Titania Marshall. Daughter of Teedria and Gary Marshall. Little sister to Tamya and Kenneth Marshall.

So why did she feel like that person was slipping away?

Her gaze flickered toward the spare room, where the typewriter sat packed away in its box. The thought creeped in before she could stop it. Maybe she didn’t have to lose herself. Maybe she could just… adjust a few things.

Titania shoved the thought away, shaking her head. No. She wasn’t doing that again.

She just needed to figure out how to get back to being who she was without losing Jey in the process. Without letting Roman pull her into something she didn’t understand. Without making things worse.

----

Titania tried to fall back into her normal routine, but normal didn’t exist anymore. She went through the motions—waking up, making coffee, checking emails, answering a few messages—but nothing felt the same. Nothing felt like hers.

Her phone was constantly lighting up. Jey sending her videos from the gym, sweaty and grinning like he wasn’t thousands of miles away. Naomi checking in, reminding her how excited she was for Titania to move down. It was all sweet, thoughtful—everything she could’ve wanted.

But the more she saw those messages, the more she realized her old life was slipping away.

She wanted both.

Her old life. Her new life. The independence she had before. The love she had now. But could she even have both?

The thought made her chest feel tight, her stomach twisting with something restless. She needed to get out of her own head. Needed to do something.

Her phone buzzed beside her. A FaceTime call.

Jey.

Titania exhaled, grabbing her phone. She forced a smile as she answered, pushing everything else to the back of her mind.

Jey grinned at her, his background showing a hotel room. He looked relaxed, fresh from a shower, a towel draped around his shoulders. “Damn, you look good. You miss me yet?”

Titania let out a soft laugh, despite the knot in her stomach. “I don’t know. It’s been kinda nice having the house to myself.”

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. ��Lies. You probably been walking around in my T-shirts all day, wishing I was there.”

Titania rolled her eyes, warmth blooming in her chest despite everything. This was her normal. Jey. The conversation drifted to his match, his workout, what he had for dinner. He always liked keeping her updated, knowing she was invested in the details of his life.

“How’s everything over there?” he asked, leaning back against the pillows.

Titania hesitated, fingers gripping the phone a little tighter. “Good. Just getting things together for the move. Nothing crazy.”

Jey’s expression softened. “Yeah? You excited?”

Titania nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

And she meant it. She just didn’t know which part of her was excited anymore.

They talked for another fifteen minutes before Jey started dozing off mid-conversation, his exhaustion catching up to him. Titania smiled as he mumbled a soft "Love you," before hanging up.

She set the phone down, staring at the dark screen. Jey was her future. She had written this life, created it. She wasn’t going to let it slip away. But as the quiet settled in around her, the unease crept back in.

She found herself grabbing her laptop, her fingers moving before she could talk herself out of it. Titania started searching for the old thrift store. The place where she had bought the typewriter. The place that no longer existed.

She scoured the internet, looking up the store’s name, the address—anything that might lead her to information about the old man who sold it to her. But there was nothing.

No business listings. No past reviews. No evidence that it had ever been there.

Titania’s fingers stilled over the keyboard, unease settling deep in her stomach. She leaned back against the couch, staring at the screen. Her heart pounded in her ears. This didn’t make sense. There was no way a store could just vanish without a trace.

She was about to close the tab when a search result caught her eye. It wasn’t about the thrift store. But the title made something in her chest tighten.

"Reality Shifting: The Science of Unseen Worlds."

She clicked without thinking.

The page loaded, revealing an old blog. The background was dark, tiny constellations scattered across the top like a map of forgotten stars. The entries spanned years, some dated as far back as a decade ago, the author only posting sporadically, as if they wrote only when they had something urgent to say.

Titania’s pulse quickened as she skimmed through the opening paragraphs. The blog wasn’t just about shifting realities. It was about rewriting them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she read further.

The author spoke of dimensions layered on top of each other, stacked like pages in a book. Most people only ever existed in one version of their story. But sometimes—rarely, dangerously—those pages could be rewritten.

The symptoms of a "rewritten reality" were listed out carefully, methodically, like someone had studied them for years.

Sudden changes in relationships, even with people you’ve known for years.

Objects appearing in your home that you don’t remember buying.

People knowing things about you that never actually happened.

A growing sense of unease, like you’re losing control of your own story.

Titania felt the blood drain from her face. This wasn’t paranoia. This wasn’t stress. This was real.

Her chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, her mind racing. She scrolled further, searching for anything that might help. A passage buried deep within an old post caught her attention.

"A rewritten reality cannot be erased. It can only be reshaped. One cannot go back—only forward. But to move forward, one must first decide: What is the true story?"

Titania’s breath shuddered. The true story. She stared at the words, rereading them over and over. If she couldn’t erase what had happened, maybe she could… blend it.

Maybe she could make both lives—the one she had and the one she had written—exist together.

Maybe she could have everything.

Titania snapped her laptop shut, a decision settling heavy in her chest. She stood, moving toward the spare room, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The typewriter sat on the desk, waiting. Her fingers trembled as she reached for it, hovering over the keys.

This time, she didn’t hesitate.

She started to type.

"Can you blend both of my realities?"

The moment she pressed the last key, the typewriter responded. Words appearing right after hers.

"Is that what you desire?"

Titania swallowed, her throat dry. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself before she typed again.

"Yes. I desire to blend both realities into one."

The machine was silent. Then words appeared in response.

"Good."

She let out a shaky breath, relief flooding her chest. But just as she was about to pull away, another message appeared.

"The past and future have been blended. Her story has changed."

Titania read the words carefully, slowly, letting them settle. The answer wasn’t ominous. It was good news. She had done the right thing.

She could have it all now. Then why did she still feel like something was still amiss?

----

For the first time in weeks, Titania felt normal. She wasn’t questioning what was real. She wasn’t obsessing over the typewriter. She wasn’t being consumed by thoughts she couldn’t control.

Everything felt… balanced. Jey was texting and calling as usual. Naomi was checking in, excited about them growing closer. She had managed to called her parents, her brother, even Mia. Everyone knew now. The haze she had been trapped in for weeks had lifted. She had both worlds now. And it was good.

Titania stood in the spare room, staring at the packed-up typewriter. She had done it. Her old life, her new life—merged. No more rewriting. No more questioning. She had gotten what she wanted. She was happy. Wasn’t she?

She inhaled deeply, pushing the thought away. She had a work meeting soon, and she wasn’t about to let her mind spiral when things were finally going right. This was what she had been fighting for. A life with Jey, a love she had dreamed of, without losing everything she had before.

Her laptop was already open on the desk when she sat down, logging into the virtual meeting. The familiar faces of her colleagues appeared one by one, grounding her in something solid. Despite everything that had changed, she still had this—her job, her career, her independence. She listened, took notes, nodded at the right moments, forcing herself to focus.

Then her phone vibrated.

She glanced at it quickly, expecting Jey or Naomi, but the name on the screen made her stomach clench. Roman.

Titania froze. She hadn’t given him her number. Had she? And she wasn’t supposed to have his. Her throat felt dry as she stared at the screen. The meeting continued, voices droning in the background, but she no longer heard them. The phone vibrated again. Another message. She forced herself to ignore it, her fingers curling into fists. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to entertain this. She had fixed things.

But as soon as the meeting ended, her resolve cracked.

Her hands moved before she could stop them, grabbing the phone, unlocking it. The first message was simple.

"Jey gave me your new number. Why did you change it? Anyway, did you get the bracelet? I thought you would at least tell me you got it."

A slow, creeping unease spread through her.

Jey gave him her number? That wasn’t right. Why would he? And the bracelet—Titania hadn’t even touched it since the day it arrived. It sat in its box, tucked away in her jewelry drawer. But Roman remembered sending it and was expecting confirmation.

Her fingers tightened around the phone. If she ignored this, it wouldn’t continue. If she ignored it, maybe whatever past Roman thought they had would be forgotten.

Another vibration. Incoming call—Roman.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Panic surged through her, and without thinking, she threw the phone across the room. It landed on the carpet with a soft thud, the ringing silenced. She pressed a hand to her chest, her heartbeat erratic. She shouldn’t have reacted like that. But why did it feel like she had been caught? Why did he feel like something she couldn’t outrun?

Minutes passed before she worked up the nerve to retrieve the phone. A voicemail icon waited for her. She should delete it. Pretend it never happened. Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating—then she tapped play.

Roman’s voice came through the speaker, deep and smooth, too familiar.

"We need to talk, sweetheart. Call me back."

Titania’s stomach tensed.

Not Titania. Not Tee. Sweetheart.

She swallowed, but it didn’t ease the tightness in her throat. He had said it like they had always been like this. Like this wasn’t new. Like she already agreed to whatever this was to him. A shiver crawled up her spine, but something else tangled with it, something she refused to name.

----

“Baby, what are you doing down there?”

She turned toward the doorway, still gripping her phone like a lifeline, as Jey dropped his bags and gave her an easy smile.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

She could still hear Roman’s voice in her head, smooth and steady through the voicemail. We need to talk, sweetheart. The heat of it was still clinging to her skin, the weight of something she didn’t want to acknowledge pressing down on her.

She fumbled for an excuse. “I—uh, I was just looking for something.”

Jey cocked his head slightly, his brows drawing together. “Everything okay?”

Titania forced herself to move, to push off the floor and cross the room toward him. She tucked her phone behind her back as she reached him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his chest.

Jey hesitated for a second before his arms circled her, his body warm and solid against hers. “Damn,” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly. “Missed me that much?”

Titania shut her eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, grounding herself. This is what’s real. Not the message. Not the lingering temptation curling around her thoughts like an unwanted guest. Jey was here. Jey was hers.

“I just wasn’t expecting you this early,” she whispered, tightening her hold on him.

Jey smiled against her hair. “Caught an early flight.” His hands slid up and down her back, soothing, possessive. “Told you I’d be home before you knew it.”

Titania swallowed, nodding against his chest. She wouldn’t think about the message. She wouldn’t ask him about giving Roman her number. Not now.

Jey pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up. “Come on, let’s go out.”

Titania blinked. “Go out?”

“Yeah.” His lips quirked. “Movie night. You and me. Remember?”

Titania felt something loosen in her chest. A date night. A normal night. Exactly what she needed.

She nodded, managing a small smile. “Okay. Let me get ready. I had forgot all about our date.”

Jey kissed her forehead before stepping back, grabbing his bags. “I mean I can go to the movies by myself, girl,” he joked, heading toward the bedroom. “I’ll date me if you won’t.”

Titania let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she followed after him. She had to hold onto this.

----

The movie theater was perfect. Dim lighting, plush seats, a full menu that made it feel more like a private dining experience than a typical night at the movies. This was exactly what Titania had always wanted—date nights with Jey, little pockets of time where the outside world didn’t exist. And for the most part, it worked.

Jey was completely relaxed, stretched out beside her with one arm draped over the back of her seat, the other reaching for his food. He made her laugh between bites, whispering jokes and little comments about the film, his fingers tracing absentminded circles against her shoulder.

Titania wanted to get lost in it. She wanted to forget about everything else. But the peace shattered the moment she stepped into the bathroom.

She had only been in there for a minute, washing her hands, when her phone vibrated inside her purse. The sound barely registered at first—until she glanced down at the screen.

Roman.

A chill curled down her spine. Her first instinct was to ignore it. She had done it before. She could do it again. But the buzzing stopped. A message appeared.

Her stomach clenched. Slowly, Titania reached for her phone, swiping to open the text.

“You looked beautiful tonight. Shame you’re wasting it.”

The breath left her lungs. Her head snapped up, eyes darting around the bathroom as if he could be standing right there. But she was alone. He wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. Then she remembered. The Instagram story. It had been so small, so insignificant. Just a simple mirror selfie of her outfit before they left, posted without thinking. And then later, a quick boomerang of the drinks at the theater, Jey’s arm barely in frame. That was it. That was all.

She gripped the edge of the sink, her pulse hammering.

This was too much. He knew too much. How did he know her Instagram handle? She hadn’t even thought that was possible. But somehow, he had been watching.

Titania inhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. She couldn’t let this get to her. She had made her choice. She was with Jey.

She needed to prove it.

Steadying herself, she turned off the faucet, squared her shoulders, and stepped out of the bathroom. Jey was waiting for her in the lobby, his back to her as he scrolled through his phone.

Titania forced a smile as she reached him, slipping her arms around his waist. Jey grinned, tucking his phone away and kissing the side of her head. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice even.

She wouldn’t think about the message. She wouldn’t think about Roman. The drive home was quiet at first, Jey humming along to the music while Titania stared out the halfway down window, trying to sort through the storm in her head. But the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more restless she became.

She needed to replace them.

She needed to fill the space with Jey.

Titania shifted in her seat, rubbing her palms against her thighs, her heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. She turned toward Jey, her gaze flickering over him. He was focused on the road, his jaw sharp in the dim glow of the dashboard, his hands loose on the wheel.

She reached over, sliding a hand over his thigh.

Jey’s brows lifted slightly. “What you doin’ over there?”

Titania bit her lip. “Pull over.”

Jey glanced at her, amused. “What?”

“Just… pull over,” she repeated, nodding toward a small, wooded area off the side of the road.

Jey hesitated but eventually obliged, steering the car onto the dirt path and parking under the cover of the trees. The engine cut, leaving them in silence.

“Tee, what’s—”

Before he could finish, Titania was climbing over the console, her dress riding up as she settled herself in his lap. Jey’s eyes widened, his hands instinctively gripping her hips.

“Tee—”

She silenced him with a kiss, fierce and desperate. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She needed this. Needed him.

Jey groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up her thighs, and she could feel the moment he stopped questioning her. He kissed her back with equal intensity, his grip tightening as she ground against him.

“Jey,” she whispered against his lips, her voice breathless. “I need you. I need it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands found the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She was left in nothing but her bra and panties, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Jey’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his hands roaming over her curves.

“Damn, Tee,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “What’s got into you?”

The words sent a wave of heat through her, and she reached for his belt, fumbling slightly in her haste. Jey chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made her ache.

“Easy,” he said, but his own hands weren’t exactly steady as he helped her free him from his jeans.

When they were finally skin to skin, Titania let out a shaky breath. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and it only fueled her desperation.

“Tell me what you want,” Jey murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

“You,” she gasped, her hips rocking against him. “I just want you.”

Jey’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she sank down onto him. The stretch was exquisite, and she threw her head back with a moan. Jey’s groan matched hers, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he adjusted to the feel of her.

They moved together; the rhythm slow at first but quickly building. Titania’s hands braced against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him. Jey’s hands were everywhere—on her hips, her ass, her waist—pulling her closer, deeper.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growled, his grip tightening as he thrust up into her.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Titania felt herself spiraling closer to the edge. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure.

“Fuck, Tee,” Jey groaned, his hands gripping her ass as he spanked her, the sharp sound echoing in the small space of the car.

The sting only heightened her arousal, and she cried out, her body clenching around him. Jey cursed, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge. They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathless and shaking. Titania’s forehead rested against Jey’s, her heart still racing.

She should have felt satisfied. She should have felt grounded. But she didn’t. Jey’s arms tightened around her, his lips pressing against her forehead, completely lost in her.

“Tee,” he murmured, voice still wrecked, still clinging to the moment. “You ain’t never been like that before. I like that shit.”

Titania swallowed, pressing closer, burying her face in his neck.

Maybe I needed it.

Jey’s fingers skimmed her back, slow, lazy. “What’s mine is mine, right?”

Titania exhaled shakily, nodding. “Right.”

Jey hummed in satisfaction, his grip on her just a little tighter. She closed her eyes. She needed to hold onto this. She needed to believe it.

----

Titania was exhausted, but Jey wasn’t done with her yet.

They barely made it inside before he was pulling her back into his arms, his lips trailing over her skin, his hands gripping her like he was trying to burn himself into her. His passion had always been fierce, but tonight? Tonight, it was insatiable.

Titania let him take what he wanted, let herself give in, let him remind her that she belonged to him. Only him.

She needed this.

Needed to drown out the whisper of Roman’s voice. Needed to erase the way her body had tensed at his text, at the message she never sent.

Jey tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back, murmuring against her lips. “Say it.”

Titania shivered, her breath hitching. “I’m yours.”

Jey groaned, satisfied. “Damn right you are.”

And he made sure she knew it.

----

The house was quiet.

Titania lay in Jey’s arms, his warmth pressed against her, his breathing deep and even. She should have been asleep. She should have felt safe, at peace.

But something wasn’t right.

She swore she had heard it—faint, just on the edge of her consciousness. A sound that didn’t belong.

Click. Click. Click.

Her body tensed. She held her breath, listening. The room was still, the faint hum of the AC the only thing breaking the silence. Jey didn’t stir. He was deep in sleep, completely unaware. But then she heard it again.

Click. Click. Click.

Titania’s stomach twisted. That wasn’t possible. She packed the typewriter away. Didn’t she?

Carefully, she slid out of Jey’s embrace, barely breathing as she pulled herself from the bed. The hardwood was cool against her bare feet as she crept toward the door, her pulse a steady, suffocating drum in her ears.

The hallway stretched before her, dark and unmoving. But the sound was coming from the spare room.

Titania hesitated.

She should turn around. Climb back into bed. Pretend she heard nothing. But her feet carried her forward anyway. The door to the spare room was cracked open. A sliver of light stretched across the floor. Titania pressed a shaking hand against the wood, pushing it open further, her breath lodged in her throat.

Her knees nearly gave out.

The typewriter sat on the desk. It wasn’t in the box. It was back in its place. Waiting.

And a new message had been typed. Titania’s chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths as she stepped forward, her legs barely supporting her weight.

The words on the page made her skin crawl.

"Blending your worlds did not change the fate that awaits you."

Titania covered her mouth, a strangled sound escaping her throat.

No. This couldn’t be. She had fixed things. She had said what she wanted and didn’t want.

But the typewriter— the typewriter was always one step ahead.

----

The next morning, Jey kissed her lazily before heading to the gym, leaving Titania in bed with a lingering ache in her body and a storm in her mind.

She needed air.

She needed clarity.

But what she got instead was Roman.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. FaceTime. Titania’s heart stopped. She knew who it was before she even looked.

Roman.

She shouldn’t answer. She should ignore him. But she didn’t. With trembling fingers, she slid her thumb over the screen.

Roman’s face filled the display, his expression easy, familiar, like nothing about this was strange.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Titania swallowed. “Roman…”

His eyes flickered over her face, reading her like an open book. “Been ignoring me.”

Titania forced a breath. “I’ve been busy.”

He hummed, unconvinced. “That right?”

Titania didn’t know how to respond. There was something too steady, too knowing in his expression, like he was waiting for her to slip.

She straightened. “Why did you send me that bracelet?”

Roman’s brows lifted slightly. “You don’t remember?”

Titania stiffened. He wasn’t playing with her. He wasn’t teasing. He was genuinely confused why she didn’t remember why.

Titania’s breath grew unsteady. “Roman… I don’t know what you think we had, but—”

Something shifted in his expression.

For the first time, he looked hurt.

“How could you forget?” His voice was quiet, edged with something Titania couldn’t name. “I don’t—I don’t understand. We were—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply, shaking his head like he was trying to steady something inside himself.

Titania opened her mouth, ready to demand answers, ready to piece together what reality he thought they had.

But before she could speak, the front door opened.

Jey.

Titania’s body snapped to attention. Panic surged through her, her heart hammering as she quickly hung up.

The room felt too small, too charged.

Jey’s voice carried through the house. “Tee?”

Titania fumbled to put the phone down, trying to shake the weight of the conversation. “Yeah, I’m in here!”

Jey appeared in the doorway, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, his expression easy—until he really looked at her.

Something shifted.

His eyes flickered over her, reading the tension in her shoulders, the way she was holding herself too still.

His jaw tensed. “Who was that?”

Titania’s breath hitched.

Jey’s gaze dropped to the phone on the bed. He exhaled, running a hand down his face. “It was Hakeem, wasn’t it?”

Titania’s stomach dropped. She blinked. “What?”

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. “I fucking knew it. Knew I ain’t like that dude. And now you sneakin’ around—”

“Jey—”

“Don’t,” he snapped. His face darkened, something raw flashing behind his eyes. Something possessive. “Just tell me the truth. You fucking him, Titania?”

Titania stared at him, her pulse erratic. He didn’t suspect Roman. He had no idea. And somehow, that made this worse.

Before she could speak, her phone vibrated again. Jey glanced at it, his anger already simmering. Titania barely had time to react before he grabbed it off the bed and hurled it across the room. The sharp crack of it shattering against the wall made Titania flinch.

Her heart was pounding, her entire body locked in place. “Jey—”

“I’m out,” Jey muttered, shaking his head, his breathing ragged. “I’m done with this shit.”

Titania’s throat was dry. “It’s not what you think—”

Jey’s jaw clenched. “Don’t.”

He turned, storming out.

Titania barely registered the sound of the front door slamming shut.

Then—

The typewriter.

Titania heard it before she saw it. That familiar clacking of keys. Her stomach twisted violently.

She turned, her feet moving on their own, her breath shallow as she stepped into the spare room. The typewriter sat on the desk, waiting.

The paper was fresh.

A new message.

"He's always been this way. But for her, he'll only get worse."

Titania’s knees buckled and she crashed to the floor.

No.

No, this wasn’t what she asked for.

This wasn’t what she meant. But it was too late. The story was shaping into something she didn’t like. And she knew deep down she couldn’t stop it.

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Writer's Note: Soooo after further trying & frustrations cuz T*umblr keeps playing with me, I've decided to make a new post for the rest of my masterlist. Until further notice, every new work that I publish will be added HERE. I'm sorry for the confusion, but I hope this helps y'all find my work! -Jazz

Oneshots (2024-Now)

Your Screams Are Like Music (SatoSugu x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot) - In which Reader accidentally summons two demons when she gets drunk one Hallow’s Eve night in her village. But not just any demons: incubi. And in order to be satisfied, they need her or else they’ll haunt her forever…but that may not be such a bad thing.

A Winter Getaway (and Proposal) With You ❄️💍 (Nanami x Black!F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - Nanami sweeps you away to his winter cabin for the cold season as he works up the nerve to propose to you. Based on “Wrap Me Up” by Jhene Aiko.

The Lap Mishap 🎄 (Toji x F!Reader x Gojo One Shot) (18+) - In which an innocent situation turns into something a lot more complicated (and sloppier) when you accidentally give the two coworkers that you despise raging boners while working as a mall elf for the holiday season. Fortunately for you, they have a way you can make it up to them and save all of their jobs.

NAUGHTY OR NICE? 🖤❤️🎁 (Gojo x Geto x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL] - On Christmas Eve, you expect to spend a quiet night in with your wine and your new rose toy after a long month of constant work and holiday busyness. But when you receive a surprise visit from Santa Claus and Krampus themselves, who both have some business with you when you end up on their “Naughty or Nice” lists for the year, you realize that this Christmas Eve won’t be spent alone this time around.

MOST WANTED III (Sukuna x Self-Insert!Reader x Toji One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - You are spiraling six months after your "encounter" and failed mission with Sukuna. You've quit your job as a spy/hit-woman for your agency and you are trying to live a normal life despite the hauntings and hot dreams of two certain criminals. But when a chance reunion happens at a bar with Toji Fushiguro, you realize that you have a chance to make things right for yourself and finally get the fucking your body desperately needs.

Smile For The Camera, Baby 📸 (Geto x Plus-Sized!F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which you decide to volunteer to model for your friend’s lingerie line photoshoot when the original model gets sick and meet the very sexy photographer who isn’t letting you leave until you realize how gorgeous you are.

Drunk N Nasty PT. II 🥂🩷✨ (poly!Pro!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader NYE One Shot) (18+) - In which you and Mina didn’t learn your lesson the first time about pushing your boyfriends’ buttons, so you decide to once again do something you’re not supposed to at a boring NYE party when their attention is adverted somewhere else instead of on their pretty girlfriends. But they’re on the exact same type of time you and Mina are, so why not celebrate the new year in a way only they know how AND teach you a lesson about being good girls too?

Lock Me Down & Throw Away The Key 🔐 (Gojo x F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which you come home from a bachelorette night with your girls with a particular hyper fixation on being filled up good and bred by your sexy fiancé who is soon to be your husband in just a few short hours...but surely, you can consummate the marriage now, right?

Are You Still Watching? 💜😈 (Choso x F!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - When your best friend comes over for a movie date when your boyfriend starts acting up, you both expect just a simple night of fun, Netflix, and simple, platonic bonding until a sex scene in a Rated R film has you both feeling a certain type of way. Lucky for you, Choso is a good friend and he knows exactly how to take care of his dear Y/N.

Friends You Can Keep (SatoSugu x Black!F!Reader V-Day One Shot) (18+) - When your romantic Valentine’s Day night comes crashing down after a heated argument and breakup, your new friendly neighbors and hot married DILFs whom you babysit for take it upon themselves to comfort you and show you that there is no better remedy for heartbreak than wine, company, and some good dick.

Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader V-Day One Shot) (18+) - In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Short Stories/Fics (2024-Now)

What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (BakuKiriMina x Black!F!Reader Short Fic) (18+) - In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Headcanons N Drabbles (2024-Now)

DRABBLE: Nerdy BF!Choso x Popular GF!Reader 💜🤓

DRABBLE: Gooner!BF!Gojo x F!Reader 🩷🩷

DRABBLE: Dancer!Geto x F!Celeb!Reader (18+)

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all! I finally remembered to do a masterlist for my fic shit so everyone can find my work more easily. Enjoy & thank you so much for the love! -Jazz 💕

Oneshots

A New Kind of Distraction (poly!KiriMina x bi!Fem!Reader) (18+) - After your boyfriend of a year breaks up with you on what would have been your two-year anniversary, your very good, very attractive friend Mina (whom you’ve secretly been crushing on since high school) and her even more attractive boyfriend Kirishima decide that the only way to get you over your shit ex is through a threesome with her and him when you get an invite to Dynamight’s birthday party.

All Up in Your Mind (Dom!Hitoshi x sub!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you decide to use Hitoshi’s quirk to your advantage when things get tough in your life and you just need a bit of release. Lucky for you, Hitoshi is an understanding and generous guy, but what happens when he starts to get sick of trying to understand why you put up that wall between them even though you’re visiting him every weekend?

Trigger Me (Aizawa-centric/No Reader) [Request Fill] (18+) - In which Aizawa decides to take matters into his own hands to try and ease his stress a little more, but what starts as something fun and interesting when he stumbles across a hypnosis video catered to stronger orgasms turns into a BIG problem when he finds himself unable to break away from the hold his new addiction has on him.

When I Get Home (Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which Keigo realizes how truly lucky he is to have you by his side despite his refusal to open up to you and show you how deep his scars run, so he decides when he finally gets home from his stupid fucking mission, he’ll show you his scars, his heart, and everything more.

A Birthday Threesome for 'Suki (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you and your best friend decide to help your man see the joy in birthdays by giving him a threesome. Also, Bakugou likes butt plugs. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY 🎈

Like A Big Girl (Quirkless!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you get the surprise of your life when your apartment neighbor and crush (who happens to be extremely anti-social) shows up at your housewarming party to celebrate your moving into your first-ever apartment after a breakup.

Peace and Quiet (poly!Geto x Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you realize peace and quiet aren’t ideal with your two noisy ass (yet extremely attractive) coworkers renting out the same Airbnb as you while visiting the hot springs on a business trip. But lucky for you, they know another way to help you relax.

Drunk N Nasty (poly!Pro!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) - In which you and Mina get tired of your boring ass boyfriends not making time for their girlfriends, so you two decide to hit the club for a night out with every intention of getting under your boyfriends’ skin. Fortunately for you, it works and your men decide to teach you and Mina a lesson about being some disobedient brats.

Ao3 link here!

Several Shots Later (Pro!Sero x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you go on a vacation in an effort to relax and feel more confident, but find yourself falling for the sexy stranger who sends you a drink across the room and also happens to give you some firsthand dance lessons and a night you’ll never forget.

In the Fruit Orchard (Bull!KiriBaku x Heifer!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you, a heifer girl, get a night with the hottest bull boys on Aizawa's farm after a trip through the fruit orchard.

What Spoiled Girls Get (Pro!Bakugou x Dabi x Plus-Size!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - You get whatever you want as Bakugou and Dabi’s shared GF. You’re their pretty princess. Their baby. Their spoiled little girl. You wouldn’t have it any other way and don’t know any different, so when they take you shopping to get some clothes for your birthday and you see a dress in the window that costs a bit out of their bracket, they get it for you…but not without you showing how thankful you are.

As Beautiful as Moonlight (Hawks x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which Hawks tries to show you that you are more than just a conquest and that his stares aren't because he's judging you. They're because he is dying to make you his.

Dance For Me (Fatgum x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you give Fatgum the experience of a lifetime when his friends drag him to a strip club for his birthday.

First Day Jitters (Pornstar!Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you spend your first day on the job as a pornstar with your favorite adult film persona in front of the cameras and are shown what it’s really like fucking with a pro.

Breakin' A Sweat (Kiri x Tetsu x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your weekly session with your very hot personal trainers ends in a different kind of workout when they reciprocate your burning attraction to them.

Ao3 link here!

Yours To Keep (Daddy Dom!Law x sub!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your boyfriend the best gift you can give him: yourself, totally and completely.

Lost in the Woods (Werewolf!BakuKiri x Black!Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you get lost on your way home one night while coming back from a party and end up straight in the jaws of two strange yet sexy men who you get the feeling aren't quite human.

The Swordsman’s Secret (msub!Zoro x Black!Femdom!Reader) (18+) - In which your favorite swordsman has an interesting secret and kink that you are more than happy to explore with him in the bedroom. Or in which Zoro gets pegged for the first time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZORO! 💚

Going Half (on a Baby) (Toxic!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which Toji, your fuck buddy for five years and the man you're secretly in love with, "persuades" you to let him fuck without a condom after he exposes himself for his breeding kink.

Prove Your Worth to Me (Brat-tamer!CEO!Nanami x Bratty!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you apply for a sectorial job, but the interview process is a lot more intense than you bargained for.

Daddy's Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

The Greatest Gift of All (JJK Men x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your friends take it upon themselves to help you release your inner slut by taking you to a glory hole for the first time to get you some dick for Christmas. Many of them.

WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

I Love a Challenge (Brat-tamer!Toji x Bratty!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you feel like you are boss enough to make Toji break when you meet him one night at a club and he gives you a lesson on what happens when you go toe to toe with him in the bedroom. Your fierceness and brattiness may be sexy, but Toji knows a thing or two about making anyone submit…and he loves a challenge. That challenge being you, little V!

SELF LOVE 101 (Gojo x Black!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - When you get invited to your coworker's Valentine's Day party, you have no intention of going. Especially since this particular coworker isn't exactly your cup of tea: Gojo Satoru is just too proud, too cocky, and too damn full of himself for a girl like you. But when you're persuaded to go and find yourself alone with him, Gojo will stop at nothing until you see that loving yourself is nothing to hate on. After all, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be loved on...especially on camera.

Comfortable With You (Inexperienced!Painter!Choso x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - Choso has never been anyone like you before: so confident and sure of yourself yet so sweet and compassionate. He can’t stop thinking about you. So to make this Valentine’s Day one you’ll never forget, he’ll show you just how comfortable he is with you and how desperately he wants to make you feel the same…even though you’re his first everything. [Based on the song “Comfortable” by H.E.R.]

How To Be Good 🐈‍⬛ (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play One Shot) (18+) -In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work.

Sweet Like Sugar (Tattoo Artist!Geto x Black!Bimbo!Reader) (18+) - In which Geto gets paid a pleasant surprise at his tattoo shop when his favorite, cute little bimbo client comes to visit one night on his birthday to cover her ex's tattoo.

Served On A Platter (Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you give a very special surprise breakfast to your favorite love chef for his birthday...and you make pancakes too.

To Be A Good Slut Girl (Mean MDoms!Sukuna & Choso x Black fsub!Reader x msub!Itadori) (18+) - In which your boyfriend’s older brothers decide that they don’t like how you’re treating their kid brother (who is too oblivious and in love to realize that you’re using him for his money and his d*ck) and decide to teach you some lessons.

After Hours (Boss!Geto x Assistant!Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which Geto Suguru, your boss, and owner of his own public relations firm, celebrates a job well done on a five-month-long project with you, his trusty secretary, but what was once a friendly, professional relationship between you turns into something else when the staff goes home for the night and champagne gets involved.

In A Rut (Monster!Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - You haven't seen your boss around the office in a while ever since he started feeling "under the weather", but when you decide to visit him one day to cheer him up with some soup, you realize that this isn't a normal spring cold. Your boss is in heat and you, his good little assistant, are the only one who can help him cure it.

Playin’ Games (Choso x Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which your brother's best friend calls from his business trip to play a game of truth or dare over a Skype call, but it quickly turns into something else once your brother heads to bed and naughty pics and strip teasing get involved.

Most Wanted (Mafia Boss!Toji x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - You’re a highly skilled hitwoman. You’ve been doing this for years–getting paid to take hits on the wealthy and corrupt at your agency’s order. You figure taking a hit on the renowned Tokyo mafia boss Toji Fushigiro won’t be any different. However, things take a terrifying turn for you, and your skills are put to the test when you go undercover as a dancer at his favorite club and give him a private dance. But instead of killing you, Toji takes it upon himself to punish you and show you what happens when you fuck with him.

The Florist & the Baker (Florist!Nanami x Fem!Black!Baker!Reader) (18+) - In which you get a storyline straight out of a meet-cute romcom when Nanami, the quiet and stoic yet handsome florist who only comes into your bakery for coffee, asks you out on a date.

Siren Song 🧜🏽‍♀️🧜🏾‍♀️🧜🏿‍♀️ (Zoro x Sanji x Black!Mermaid!Reader) (18+) - In which the siren song that you sing in hopes of finding someone to free you from your curse attracts more than one mate when two of the most notorious and wanted pirates come to search your cave after a shipwreck.

Hot As A Summer’s Eve 🥵 [Rengoku x Black!Fem!Chubby!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which our favorite sexy, fire-haired himbo Rengoku decides to confess his feelings to you, his favorite Demon Slayer Corp, and show you that he adores your body just for how it was made: by fucking you stupid in the woods at a summer festival.

Sneaky Link 💙 (Toxic!Student!Gojo x Professor!MILF!Reader FWB) (18+) - You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.

In the Heat of Things 🐰 (Dom!Nanami x sub!Bunnygirl!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you're Nanami's bunny girl girlfriend who is going through a rough time during your "cycle", so your gentlemanly boyfriend takes it upon himself to help you out and ease your heat when your body tells him what your mouth can't.

You Should Come Thru (Hawks x Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - After a month of hard work, no play, and a bad date, Hawks invites you over to his apartment for some tea to relax and finally get some time with his bestie, but as the night grows long, you suddenly lose your filter and begin telling him things that he shouldn’t know. All because of his very special tea.

Bikini Body 👙 (Poly!KiriBakuMina x Fem!Chubby!Reader 18+ One Shot) - In which your boyfriends and girlfriend decide to show you just how good you look in your new bathing suit one hot summer day on the beach.

Rock The Boat 🛳️ (Bartender!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) - You go on a cruise vacation after your boyfriend cheats on you and meets Toji, the fine-ass bartender & divorcee. You're invited to a white party that he’s working at and while there, you find yourself flirting with him thanks to the liquid courage. After slipping him a note with room number, you wait for him that night. At first, you believe that he isn’t coming and feel rejected, but when he does, you realize that this vacation is just what you need to get over your heartbreak.

Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl! (Cowboy!Ace x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - As the author of some famous smutty romance novels, you decide to take a vacation in the countryside for a while to get over your breakup and work on your new book but you suffer from writer’s block. However, a meet-cute situation with a sexy farmhand who lives next door might be able to help you kill two birds with one stone.

Your Kind of Men (Poly!Pro!Bi!TodoDeku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader SFW One Shot) (18+) - In which you go on a blind date set up by your friend and her pro hero partners, not realizing that you're about to get your chance to meet some pros yourself who are highly interested in having a third...and they hope that it's you.

Wife Girlfriend Training (Tengen x Black!Self-Insert!reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - When Tengen puts in a big order to your bakery and you're short-staffed, you deliver it yourself only to find Uzui home alone. To repay you for the trip, he invites you in for dinner where things take a major turn when he finally admits his and his wives’ attraction to you. You’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so Tengen gives you an introduction to what it would be like to be his 4th girl...including some “training” of his own.

Turn Off Your Phone (Dom!Pro!Hitoshi x sub!Plus-Sized!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] -In which Hitoshi gets tired of not being the center of your attention and forces you to put your damn phone down.

Desperado (Dom!Mizu x sub!Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - When you randomly ask Mizu to help train you to become a stronger fighter, she discovers the reason is that you plan on accompanying her on her journey for revenge. She initially refuses, but after a moment of passion turns into a night of confessed feelings and a goodbye, Mizu begins to change her mind about working alone.

CREEP (Dabi x Hawks x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which a night home with your man turns into one of pure terror and a walk on the dark side when you get the feeling that you’re being followed. After coming home to an empty house when your man gets caught up at work, you realize, terrifyingly, that you are right. There are strangers in your house. *GOOD ENDING VER* / *BAD ENDING VER*

Just A Little Bite (Vampire!Nanami x Black!Bimbo!Reader One Shot) (18+) - Something strange is going on with Nanami. He doesn’t know what it is and neither do you. All you know is that he’s been extremely…possessive lately. And tonight at a friend’s costume party, when he sees you dressed in your sexy little outfit that garners unwanted attention from other men, Nanami’s “instincts” kick in and he drags you off to show you and everybody else that you’re his and his only. But does this strange yet sexy behavior come from you or is it just a full moon?

HE COMES AT NIGHT (Vampire!Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - You suddenly find out why the people in the village you recently moved to become so strange at night when you discover that the legend Zoro Roronoa, the bloodthirsty Swordsman, is real. And he’s got his sights set on those who wander the streets after sundown and don’t believe in him…that being you.

Babysitting Has Its Perks 🖤🐰 (Big Bro!Choso x Big Bro!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) -You’ve been babysitting kids as a side hustle for a while now to get extra money. You have your regulars, one of them being a doctor’s cute little son Yuji. Though the pay is good, you admit that the main reason you come back to babysit the kid is because of his sexy older brother Choso. On Halloween, when Choso gets caught up in a pinch, he hits you up last minute to babysit Yuji and his bandmate’s little brother. You think this will be an easy night…until you meet Choso’s bandmate Dabi…and you decide to wear a bunny costume…and you realize just how much your secret crush and his hot friend love bunny girls.

Must Be A Full Moon 🌕 (Werewolf!Nico x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - You’ve been dating Nico for about five months now and you couldn’t be happier with him. He’s big, he’s sexy, he’s protective, and he listens! He’s the perfect boyfriend…except for one thing: you haven’t had sex yet. Every time you come close to it, he always makes an excuse and leaves your apartment before anything more than kissing can happen. What is it, you wonder? Is he not sexually attracted to you? Is he nervous? What could it be? One dark night, while the moon is high in the sky after a costume party, you get your answer…and everything you’ve been craving from your big, strong, sexy boyfriend.

Smile, Sl*t! (Bully!KiriBaku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) REQUEST FILL] - When your friend drags you out to a costume party in a slutty angel costume that you reluctantly agree to wear, she doesn’t tell you that it’s a party thrown by the same two frat boys that you can’t stand…who also happen to be your longtime bullies. When they take notice that you’ve decided to attend their party, they’ll definitely make themselves known and give you a Halloween that you’ll never forget…because it’s all on camera.

Short Stories/Fics

I'll Show You "Uptight" (Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans.

Ao3 link here!

With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings (BakuKiri x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader) (18+) - In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Ao3 link here!

A First Time for Everything (BakuKiriMina x Fem!Reader) (18+) - You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Ao3 link here!

Longer-Lengthed Stories/Fics

Here, Kitty, Kitty (Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader) (18+) - In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead. [COMPLETED]

Ao3 link here!

Lovers & Friends (Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. [COMPLETED]

Ao3 link here!

Hit 'Em Up! (Cowboy!SatoSugu x Black!Cowgirl!Reader) (18+) - You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? [COMPLETED]

Headcanons N Drabbles

When You Wear Glasses (BNHA) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

Sundress Season (BNHA) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

You're the Cutest Bimbo He's Ever Seen (MHA) (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

You’re Not Wearing Any Panties (One Piece) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

He Gets H*rny From Your Halloween Costume (One Piece) (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

He Gets H*rny From Your Halloween Costume (JJK) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

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Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 6K words TW: smut +18 PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks

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The rain was pouring down when we landed in Paris, droplets splashing hard against the windscreen of the bus, which was crawling along at an unbelievably slow speed. I was sitting beside Ana at the front row, slowly dozing off, lulled by the steady movements of the vehicle. My mind wandered, taking me back to when Misa and Hayley would wave happily at me at the start and end of training sessions. I was so glad to have them back.

The vibration of my phone pulled me out of my memories. I took it out of my pocket and smiled when I saw Angela had texted me.

A: Hey Nicky! How are you it’s been years!

N: Hey Angela! Yeah so long sorry I didn’t call. Work has been mad but I’m good and you?

A: I’m fine! What did I miss? Can we call?

N: Sorry I’m on the bus in Paris right now, so I can’t call. But I do have a lot to tell you.

A: Tell meeeee! Wait I know. It’s Misa???

N: Well spot-on lol

A: Tell me everything!!

N: I told her about the clause and we kissed again… more than once.

A: Oh that’s all…?! What are you waiting for!! Good for the clause though… Wait… you’re in Paris with the team?

N: Yes

A: And you’ll be staying in the same hotel?

N: Yep

A: And you have a room to yourself?

N: Yes……..

A: This is looking good… or bad. Depends.

N: Stop it Angela! Right now Misa is focusing on her match and won’t let anything happen.

A: How many nights are you staying?

N: 3 but only one after the game

A: That still leaves one night…

N: Girl!!! you’re not supposed to be encouraging me!! The clause still exists…

A: Right yeah fuck the clause! She’s a friend with benefits, no big deal! Just keep it secret… anyway you and I both know it’s bound to happen.

N: Pfff I can’t. Bye Angela

A: I’ll call you when you’re back in Madrid! Can’t wait to hear the whole Paris story, especially the ending!

I rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my pocket, a part of my body itching now my brain was imagining the things that could happen in two days. I shook the thought away, peering at the blurry shapes of the fancy Parisian buildings through the heavy rain.

We arrived at the hotel in the late afternoon, and everybody got back on the bus shortly after for practice session. Misa didn’t break her self-promise to work hard and we didn’t interacted much during our first hours in the French capital. After training, we ate quickly and went straight to bed. Everyone was fully focused.

***

The next day, the rain had stopped, replaced by bright sunshine. The players trained all morning at the Parc des Princes stadium, where the match would take place. However, the club allowed a free period in the afternoon and Naomie, who was born in Paris, organized an improvised visit of Montmartre with some of us.

I was the only non-footballer in the tourist group. Hayley had forced Misa to join. She originally planned to study in her room, watching videos of goalkeepers as a last minute homework, but she eventually gave in under her friend’s insistence, agreeing she deserved a well-earned break.

Even though most of us had been to Paris before, we were charmed by the winding, hilly streets near the Basilica. I was dragging myself behind the sporty women, falling farther and farther behind as I laboriously climbed the endless stairs to the Sacré-Cœur. Misa glanced back, saw me struggling, nudged Hayley, and the two of them slowed their pace to let me catch up.

“Qué pasa Nicky? Tired after the morning training? I must admit it was a tough one…” She teased as I finally leveled with them.

“I didn’t sign up for this! I don’t have your stamina!” I panted.

“Come on, let’s go that way! It’ll be a detour but maybe that means fewer stairs” Hayley suggested, pointing to a winding pedestrian path on the left.

We chatted happily on the way and before long, we reached the front of the Basilica. A huge flight of stairs still separated us from the entrance.

I groaned.

“Come on Nicky!” Hayley nudged me forward but I had just spotted an empty bench off to the side.

“I just need a break!” I said, heading toward it. As I passed in front of her, Misa grabbed my arm to hold me back.

"If we leave you on that bench, we won’t see you at the Sacré-Cœur for another two hours!" she joked.

"Then carry me!" I challenged, feeling playful. Being in Paris, far from Ciudad Real Madrid, made me feel freer, and flirtier. I dramatically pretended to be on the verge of fainting.

Misa was already grasping my arm, ready to catch me. "Don’t temped me, Princesa!“

"Okay, girls! I’m still here, remember?" Hayley cut in, waving at us, clearly amused. Misa and I quickly stepped apart, flustered. "We'll do Nicky a favor and rest a bit," she added, already making herself comfortable on the bench.

We joined her, silent for once, calmly enjoying the beautiful view of the Parisian roofs while tourists and locals flocked toward the Basilica. A large pigeon waddled over to us, eagerly pecking at the ground in search of food.

“Esta paloma ha comido demasiado, French pigeons are fat!” the goalkeeper remarked, watching it curiously.

I squinted at the oversized bird. “I don’t think it’s just a regular pigeon…"

Hayley pulled out her brand-new camera "I think it’s cute", she said fondly, snapping a picture. “It’ll be our souvenir of Paris!”. The Aussie jumped up and position herself in front of us, scaring the bird away.

"Oh no! Bigpig’s gone!" she whined before shrugging it off. "Anyway… say cheese!"

I slung my arm around Misa’s shoulders, and she wrapped hers around my waist as we put on our best smiles.

“You two are too cute,” Hayley commented.

I felt my face flush and instinctively buried it in the crook of Misa’s neck. But the embarrassment was almost pleasant, it felt so good to enjoy this little moment of freedom with her. Hayley knew the truth and was keeping it safely to herself.

A light breeze swept some fallen leaves across the path. The peacefulness of this foreign city was so soothing that I rested my head on Misa’s shoulder, comforted by the warmth of her hand at my side. Hayley took another shot.

“You can tell me if you want a photo of you two kissing in Paris at this rate…” she teased.

We chuckled, and I hid my face in Misa’s neck again. But Hayley was only joking. She had the delicacy to turned away to photograph the beautiful city stretching before us, giving us this little moment just for ourselves.

I straightened up and glanced at Misa. Her half-closed eyes were focused on her lap, a bashful grin making her look even more adorable. I scanned our surroundings to check if any of our teammates had followed us. The coast was clear.

"I think I’d like a kiss in Paris," I murmured, my hand, still on her shoulder, softly caressing the side of her neck.

Misa smiled shyly and lifted her gaze. A flicker of worry passed through her eyes, and like me, she glanced around to make sure we weren’t being watched. When she was certain we weren’t at risk, she leaned in and kissed me timidly. Sensing that she was about to pull away, I cupped her face, unwilling to let her go just yet, not nearly satisfied with the feel of her lips on mine and I felt her grin against my mouth.

“You can’t devour me in public like you almost did in your office” she said softly.

I pulled back and met her gaze, warm and soft, making my stomach flutter. I had the urge to wrap my arms around her, to hold her close, but I didn’t dare. Somehow, it felt even more intimate than a kiss. Instead, I took her hand, stood up, and gently pulled her along with me.

“Let’s go to that damned Basilica!"

***

The teams entered the stadium in two neat rows under the cheers of the crowd, with the Ultras Paris stand loudly chanting, "Paris est magique !" Tension and concentration gripped the Real Madrid players as the traditional greetings took place. Shortly after, everyone took their positions on the pitch, ready for kick-off. Misa's knee was fully wrapped since her injury during El Clasíco, but she was jumping and stretching energetically in front of her goal.

The game started with PSG in possession. Grace Geyoro quickly advanced, passing the ball to Tabitha Chawinga. The forward picked up speed, closing the gap to the penalty area in less than a minute. Ivana, Rocío, and Oihane surrounded her, forcing her to pass back to Sandy Baltimore, who sent the ball straight to Marie-Antoinette Katoto’s feet. The French striker dribbled past Ivana but was blocked by Olga. However, she managed to keep control and passed to Sakina Karchaoui before recovering the ball behind Olga’s back, heading straight into the penalty area.

Misa braced herself to jump, shouting instructions at her defenders. Katoto crossed the ball, Chawinga waiting inside the box. She controlled it, aimed, and shot. The ball sped between Rocío’s feet at full force. Misa dived, crashing onto the grass, her outstretched arms missing the ball by mere centimeters as it rolled into the net, almost brushing the right goalpost. The crowd erupted in celebration, PSG had scored in the 6th minute. It was a tough start for Real Madrid.

Misa got up, furious at her defenders, and probably even more at herself. She kicked the ball back into play, her brows furrowed, her mouth nervously chewing on her gum.

The first half passed without any notable events, aside from a misfired kick from Karchaoui in the 40th minute. However, the second half was marked by numerous attacks on both sides. Unfortunately for Madrid, every attempt was thwarted by the impenetrable French defense.

Madrid fell back as fast as they could, as Sakina rushed down the left flank, knowing just how dangerous she could be. She crossed the ball once more, aiming for Grace Geyoro. The ball was lost in a tangle of players, confusion reigning in the box. The referee’s whistle blew, and her gesture was unmistakable. She mimed a square with her hands, pointing the center toward it. The ball had struck Oihane’s arm, leading to a penalty for the French team.

At first glance, Misa’s face was unreadable, but I knew her well enough to recognize the extreme tension she was holding inside. What she feared, and secretly longed for, was happening: a chance to prove herself again, with everything riding on her. She settled herself on the goal line, stretching her arms and legs to prepare. Katoto would take the shot. The entire stadium held its breath. Katoto took a few seconds before jogging toward the ball and sending it toward the left corner. Misa dived the correct way, her fist connecting with the ball, sending it soaring out of play.

She sprang back to her feet, screaming in triumph as her teammates rushed in to hug and slap her in congratulations.

The match resumed. Just like before the penalty, both teams fought hard to score but failed to do so for the remainder of the game. Finally, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Madrid had lost again. Despite the disappointment, the team felt less defeated than after El Clásico. We all knew we had put in an honorable performance against a great opponent.

***

On the way back, the team was unusually quiet, everyone brooding over the defeat. It was still early when we arrived at the hotel, and small groups of teammates formed outside, discussing ways to take their minds off the loss. I overheard Sofie and Kathellen talking about a club on a houseboat. Hayley eagerly joined their conversation, grabbing a moody-looking Misa as she passed by, who clearly wanted nothing more than to bury herself in bed.

“Don’t even think about escaping, Misa Rodriguez. You’re coming with us, willing or not !”

"Estoy cansada y no quiero bailar! Leave me alone, Aussie!" she moaned, trying to free her arm from Hayley’s grip.

Hayley gestured for me to step in. “Nicky’s coming too! You don’t want to miss a night with the best girls, do you?”

“Vamos Misa, it’s our last night in Paris!” I insisted, grabbing her other arm to stop her from running away again. She stopped struggling but started sulking in silence.

"We’re going to a péniche on the Seine," Kathellen announced, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Misa gave her a questioning look. "It’s a boat on the Seine—you know, the river in Paris," Kathellen teased.

"I know the river of Paris, thank you," Misa snapped back, though I couldn’t tell if she was bluffing. Either way, she didn’t seem particularly thrilled about the plan.

"Misa, stop being so grumpy and just let go for once!” Like she would have with a child, Hayley cupped the goalkeeper’s chin between her fingers, mimicking her sulky expression until Misa finally broke into a small smile. “Thanks Jesus, we have Misa back! "Let’s go get changed. We meet at the hotel reception in one hour max!"

After hesitating over and over about what to wear, I had finally settled on a knee-length dark gray T-shirt, a denim jacket, and a pair of black derbies, with my Real Madrid socks sticking out. I didn’t like to look too classy, even in Paris.

When I arrived in the lobby forty minutes later, Misa, Hayley and Kathellen were already there, chatting casually. Hayley was the first to notice me.

"Girl you’re looking good! Come sit with us. We’re waiting for Sofie and God knows she can take forever to get ready”.

I took a seat on the sofa beside the midfielder, facing Misa, who discreetly looked me up and down before giving me a thumbs-up to silently show her approval of my outfit. My voiceless lips formed the words "You too" in return. The goalkeeper was wearing simple gray pants and a sleeveless top, which nicely highlighted her muscular shoulders.

We waited for Sofie for an entire hour before finally ordering a taxi. The Danish girl barely apologized, quickly gathering us for a selfie as we got out of the car at our destination. The surroundings were charming, vast, open lawns stretched in front of the Palais des Invalides on one side, while on the other, a magnificent bridge spanned the Seine. The streetlights and granite paving stones completed the picturesque setting.

We walked to the bridge, descended a few stairs, and arrived at the docks, where several barges were moored. As the cliché goes, the riverbanks truly had a romantic feel, and I suddenly wished Misa and I were alone. The tall brunette was busy taking pictures of the scenery, finally seeming to appreciate the place.

A few minutes later, we entered the barge-club and made our way to the dance floor on the lower level. The place was packed and suffocating, colorful spots of light splattering over a sea of moving heads. After getting some drinks, we found a less crowded space and formed a small dancing circle. It was great to see the footballers having fun wholeheartedly, momentarily free from any kind of pressure. Kathellen and Sofie spent much of their time dancing together, pausing now and then to take selfies and chat on their phones. Misa was starting to loosen up as she drank more and more Piña Coladas, while Hayley kept making fun of her wild dancing. As for me, I was sweating heavily and feeling slightly tipsy after two pints of beer.

The partying, pretty footballers were attracting attention. A few girls approached them more than once. Kathellen and Misa had the most suitors, with six and five women, respectively, coming to chat or dance with them. Of course, it annoyed me to no end, especially since I was forcing myself to stay distant from the goalkeeper. When the sixth girl, who wasn’t exactly unattractive, tapped Misa’s shoulder with confidence, I slipped away from the crowd and cooled off near the wall, unable to bear another flirt.

I took a long sip of my beer, wiped the sweat off my forehead, and peered darkly at the girl chatting with Misa.

“C’est toujours étouffant ici ! T’as bien raison de faire une pause si tu veux tenir toute la nuit !” a woman leaned against the wall beside me.

I glanced at her, puzzled. She was tall, Black, her face adorning with piercings and wearing her hair in long small braids. I found her very pretty. “Sorry, I don’t speak French!” I apologized.

She moved closer to avoid shouting over the music “Oh, I couldn’t guess! You look very Frenchy. I’m Sonia.” she pointed at herself. “Nicky” I mirrored her.

“You dance, Nicky ?” she extended an inviting hand with a smile. I glanced at the place where I had left Misa but I couldn’t spot her. Still irritated by the goalkeeper’s ability to attract women like moths to a flame, I nodded, set my empty glass aside, and followed Sonia into the crowd.

It was clear from the first contact that she was an experienced dancer. Her hands on my waist and shoulders guided my movements effortlessly. She spoke into my ear, maintaining the rhythm of our dance. “Are you living in Paris?”

Her smile was charming and I felt exhausted all of sudden. Why couldn’t I crush on a girl like her? Why couldn’t things be simple and flowing? Why did I have to fall for someone I could never have?

"No, I live in Madrid actually, I’m just here for a couple of days ” I answered. She twirled me around with a few quick steps, and as I spun, I caught a glimpse of Misa across the room, watching us with a scowl, her lips tight. I couldn’t help feeling a little satisfied jealously had switched side.

“When are you leaving ?” Sonia asked.

“Tomorrow” I said sadly. I had truly been enjoying my time in Paris.

Sonia tightened her grip, her lips returning to my ear. “Too bad… but we can still make the most of tonight.”

I let out a soft chuckle. The idea was tempting, but I knew I couldn’t go through with it. We weren’t even together, but the thought of being with Sonia made me feel like I’d be betraying Misa. My chest tightened at the thought of the goalkeeper’s disappointed face.

I pulled away from Sonia, my expression already apologizing. “I’m sorry, Sonia, but I can’t. Thanks for the dance, though. It was really fun. You made me feel like I was dancing well too.” Sonia smiled, clearly not upset. “De rien! Good night, Nicky,” she said, before disappearing back into the crowd.

The room had filled even more, blocking my view of the goalkeeper and barely allowing me to find my way back to the wall. I leaned against the relatively cooler surface and began texting Misa to find out where they were. The familiar silhouette of a brunette with broad shoulders extricate herself from the crowd of dancers. Misa’s scowl disappeared the moment she saw me and I was so happy to find her that I flung myself into her arms, the alcohol making me feel bold.

Misa raised her eyebrows, surprised by this outpouring of affection, especially after seeing me dance with another women. But soon her body relaxed, and she held me close. Not leaving her embrace, I slowly began to moved with the rhythm of the song. The goalie followed, our hips pressed together, moving in sync. Somehow feeling sheltered by the dense crowd, we danced as if we were alone, eyes closed, bodies pressed against each other.

The music slowed, and I turned around, putting my back to her. My butt pressed against her hips, and she wrapped her arms around me, brushing my hair aside to plant a kiss on my neck. I shivered, blindly reaching back to grasp her hair, urging her to kiss me more. Her hands on my stomach pushed my hips harder against her as her lips moved up to my jawline. I tilted my face toward her, and she found the corner of my mouth. I growled in frustration and turned to her again to fully receive her kiss. The clause, the risks, the consequences… were swallowed by those luscious lips pushing me back toward the wall, my arms around her neck ensnaring her body to mine as she cornered me.

The slow melody faded to a groovy beat but we weren’t dancing anymore, lost in our heated kiss against the wall. I was so worked up it was painful. Kissing her wasn’t close to enough, it was becoming excruciating. I was dying for more, for the all party, for a release that had never came yet. So I broke the kiss and panted in her ear “Let’s go back to the hotel, to my room… please!” Her gasp convinced me we shouldn’t stay here any longer.

As I started dragging her toward the exit, Misa held me back. “We can’t go together alone—it’ll look suspicious. We need to wait for the others or get them to come with us!” She had been more sensible tonight, and I had to admit she was right. We didn’t want Sofie and Kathellen spreading the juicy story of two girls returning early to the team in the morning.

We found the other three footballers, and I caught Sofie muttering something to Kathellen while looking at us. I realized we were already suspected. Misa stood next to the Danish girl, who nudged her with her elbow and exchanged a suggestive glance. The goalkeeper shook her head, bitterly adding, “I queued for the bathroom and found Nicky having a good time with a pretty French girl.”

Sofie half-bought the story, hitting my shoulder in collusion. “Why didn’t you go with her? Enjoy your last hours in Paris, baby!”

“Nah, I’m too tired! Honestly, I just want to leave. You can’t breathe in here!”

“Oh! So soon?” Sofie probed, giving the rest of our group a look. I locked eyes with Hayley and silently begged for her help. I saw the Australian midfielder glance at Misa, who imperceptibly nodded, her face reddening with embarrassment.

“I’m good to go too. It’s too hot in here, and I don’t want to end up looking like Misa’s lobster face.” Hayley teased, backing us up, causing Misa to shrink in embarrassment.

To avoid further suspicion, the goalkeeper and I didn’t take the same cab to return to the hotel. I paired up with Hayley, leaving Misa with Sofie and Kathellen. In the taxi, I thanked my friend for covering for us.

“I got you, girls, but be more careful, you two are getting so obvious it’s a miracle nobody else has figured it out yet”. The Aussie winked. “And please, go to your room. I’m next to Misa’s and I’d actually like to get a good night’s sleep.”

“For God’s sake, Hayley…"

***

I closed the door of my hotel room, the tension in my expectant body reaching new heights. All I had to do was wait for Misa, but even that was too much to handle. My mind was running wild. What if she couldn’t come? What if she changed her mind? I had to keep myself busy to stay sane.

I took off my jacket, shoes, and socks, then glanced around the room. The bed had been made, its white sheets and pillows neatly smoothed and waiting for us. The lighting felt too harsh, so I switched on the night lamps by the headboard before turning off the ceiling light. A dim glow wrapped the room in a quiet, warm ambiance.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired, a little messy. I brushed my teeth and hair, adding a bit of conditioner to freshen it up. Then, I checked my makeup, reapplied deodorant, and sprayed on some perfume… once, twice, three times—anything to regain some confidence, though it was in vain.

Back in the bedroom, I felt more nervous than ever. The waiting seemed endless, making me wonder if she was going to come at all. Maybe she decided it was too risky in a hotel we shared with the team and staff…

…A soft knock on the door made my heart leap.

I rushed to open it, revealing a very agitated Misa. She checked several times to make sure she wasn’t followed before finally stepping inside.

"Perdón, Nicky!" Misa sighed once she had closed the door. "Sofie wouldn’t let me go. She insisted we chat and drink more in her room because she wasn’t feeling tired! I told her I needed to sleep, but then she wanted to come to my room and keep herself busy on her phone while I slept!"

I giggled. "Sofie is one of a kind…"

"Sí, she is! But I finally got rid of her—¡uf!" She leaned back against the door, relieved.

"Phew! Here you are at last!" I smiled at her, my nervousness surging again.

We faced each other in the small room, jittery and shy, now that we had finally made it to this moment. Silence settled between us as we watched each other expectantly. Misa looked down, pressing her lips into an embarrassed smile while nervously massaging her neck. In spite of her usually charismatic presence, she could be surprisingly timid in moments like these.

I shook off some of my own hesitation, walked up to her, and cupped her face in my hands. Looking at her tenderly, my desire for her rose once again.

I embraced her, kissing her softly, my impatience giving way to a desire not to rush. The night was still ahead of us. I wanted us to savor everything, every kiss and touch, equally moved and aroused by the fact that tonight would always be our first time together.

Misa melted into our slow rhythm, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her fingers gently crept into my hair as she pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. I slid my hands under her t-shirt, stroking and caressing her skin before grabbing the fabric and pulling it over her head. As our lips parted for a brief moment, my gaze roamed over her body and she seized the opportunity to remove my dress, her fingers slowly gathering the fabric, inching it up my body before finally slipping it over my head. We resumed our kiss, skin brushing, hands and fingers tracing along each other spine, giving each other goosebumps.

Our already rapid breathing quickening, Misa advanced, guiding me backward toward the bed while slipping off her shoes along the way. My heels hit the bedframe, and I gasped, turning at the last moment, causing Misa to lose her balance and fall onto the mattress. She let out a surprised smile before settling herself in the middle of the bed, her half-bare body an irresistible invitation to join her without delay.

I moved over her, instantly returning to deep, full-mouthed kisses as a needy fire surged through me, spreading with every touch of her hands against my bare skin. Misa straightened up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around her hips. Her powerful hands secured me against her, and she looked up, silently asking for more. Leaning toward her mouth, I softly bit her lower lip, drawing a rasping breath from her in return. As I released her, she slipped her tongue between my lips, seeking mine, while her fingers found the clasp of my bra, working to unhook it. I mirrored her movements, and within moments, our underwear joined the growing pile on the floor.

We pressed our bodies together again, skin against skin, our hands exploring, caressing, savoring the feeling of each other. The sensation of Misa’s soft, bare chest against mine sent waves of heat rolling through my stomach.

I couldn’t bear to take my time anymore. I pressed my weight against Misa, urging her to lie back down, but she grinned and resisted. Unwrapping my legs from around her, I straddled her thighs and I pushed her back onto the mattress with little ceremony. Her eyes devoured me, taking in my almost naked figure, just as mine lingered on her, topless, sprawled out on the bed, arms and long hair splayed across the pillow. The dim light accentuated the sculpted lines of her abs, the smooth velvet of her tan skin. She gazed up at me with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted, surrendering as I took the lead and for a moment, I simply let myself admire her.

I came to lie slightly over the goalkeeper, Misa’s arms enclosing me, pressing our breasts together, making us both gasp at the sensation. One of her hands cupped the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth back to hers as I felt her thigh rise between my legs. I let out a wail, my fingers gripping the pillow as she began applying light pressure there. Slowly, I ground against her, waves of pleasure rushing through me with each movement. But soon, the fabric of her jeans became a frustrating barrier.

I broke the contact and adjusted my position above the goalkeeper. I started with a soft kiss on her lips, then trailed down to her neck. Misa’s hands traveled down my back to my bottom as I nipped and licked my way to her breasts, her long moans filling the room as I kissed her there. One of her hands found mine, while the other rested in her hair, her furrowed brows betraying her longing. I paused, inhaling the scent of her skin, before continuing my journey downward.

I stopped when I reached her jeans. Propping myself up on one arm, I let my other hand trail down to unbutton her pants before gripping them firmly and pulling them off. Misa's chest rose and fell deeply, her gaze locked on me, fully aware of where I was planning to go next. I took a moment to slip off my own panties, my arousal intensifying as I watched her head fall back onto the pillow, Her breath coming in fast, shallow gasps. Fuck, she was so hot! The sight of her, waiting, exposed, and gorgeous, threatened to undo me right then and there. I forced myself to hold back, pushing aside my own need as I swiftly pulled off the brunette’s panties, leaving us both bare and trembling with desire.

Slowly, I lowered my head between the goalkeeper’s spread legs, glancing at her blushed face. Her half-open, quivering lips were almost begging and I didn’t want to make her wait more. I ran my tongue through her intimacy. Her head fell back again, eyes closed, as a hight pitch whine escaped her lips. Her hands desperately gripped my hair, urging me to continue, her cries getting louder as I went on eating her out slowly.

After a moment, her voice filled the room completely, drowning out my own whimpering and she lifted her arms above her head, causing her hair to fall beautifully over her face. One of her hands hided her face, the other gripping the bed sheets as my fingers found their way inside. The sighs of the brunette, lost in pleasure, almost send me over the edge once again. She was so loud now I would have been worried she awoke the entire floor, if I hadn’t been totally entranced by making love to her.

I lifted my head to check is she was close, barely able to go on, but she wanted more, and she pressed my face back between her legs. Fuck! I’m s so close! My muffled cries were coming out in jerky sighs when her legs went rigid against my head. Misa's body shuddered, her deep groans trailing off as she surrendered to the bliss.

I exhaled and rested against her leg for a moment, regaining my breath, my head spinning from the overwhelming arousal. After the short break, I moved beside Misa, facing the goalkeeper lying on her back, her face serene and beautiful. She turned onto her side, weakly draping an arm over my waist, inviting me in and nestled against my collarbone, peaceful and exhausted. I gazed at her yearnfully, then kissed her forehead, a discreet smile tugging at her lips as I did.

A couple of minutes had passed, with us still cuddling, when Misa lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on my lips. She pulled my face closer to give me a more heated kiss, then another. Grabbing my leg, she lifted it onto her hip, and my breathing quickened at once. Her hand grasped my neck, she sent it traveling to my breast, caressing my nipples softly, and turning me into a moaning mess, before she led it down, and downer.

She touched me at last and gasped when she discovered I was completely drenched. I hugged her tightly, feverish whimpers escaping my lips, as her fingers sled easily between my legs before slipping inside. I whined so loudly I would have been ashamed, except I didn’t gave a fuck. Warmth grew, choking and pleasant each time she went in and out, filling me more and more when I was already so full.

My half-closed eyes wandered over Misa, and the sight of her far too pretty blushed face, so deeply focused on giving me pleasure, made me cum suddenly. The deep waves of pure joy radiated through my entire body, my hold on her tightening as I let the overwhelming feel swallow me completely.

Both of us went limp against each other. Exhausted from her match earlier, the footballer had given her last ounce of strength and feebly stroked my hair before I rolled onto my side, pressing my face against her skin. The scent of her soothed me as I tried to catch my breath.

The brunette managed to turn off the light and pulled the duvet over both of us. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing me tightly against her. I reached for her hand as it draped over me, and she let out a soft, approving sound in response. Her breathing grew slower and deeper, signaling that she had fallen asleep almost instantly, against me, in Paris, the magical French capital.

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Thoughts on season one's episode four to seven of RWBY coming right up... Or down I guess.

Season 01 Episode 04: The First Step - Pt I

- I am so happy that I can sing along to some of the song now. One of them monsters has a yellow coloured tip on it's tail. Didn't notice that before.

- So, Ruby's symbol is a rose. Weiss has the snowflake in her corner. Both Blake and Yang have something akin to flames, but of different colours and shapes. Blake's thing looks more like a flame to be honest. Yang's is almost a heart Hmmm.

- The girl is a morning person. The guy isn't. Both of them are me somehow. These two also show up in the opening and ending together with Jaune and the red-kinda-like-fire-dressed lady.

- Also, the boy here has magenta eyes. And a hair stripe of the same colour. Nice.

- Nora and Ren. The former is crushing, ain't she? And do they have a major height difference? Maybe it was the angle of the shot.

- No social interactions anymore. Ruby just wants to ride into the sunset with her weapon. Mood... Is this the arc where we learn about the importance of teamwork and people alongside her?

- "I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk!" Yes. You tell them kid.

- Yang doesn't want to be on Ruby's team. Typical big sister energy. I have that urge too sometimes.

- Jaune finishing a "nice and quirky" girl's sentence? More likely than you think.

- So red-kinda-like-fire-dressed lady is Pyrrha. Strong and well-known. Can't decipher her origins yet. Seems Greek to me, for whatever reason... Is she supposed to be Hestia?! Moi's favourite goddess from the Greek pantheon.

- Weiss wants her in her own corner. And she is scheming already about a good life alongside her. LoLLL!

- Okay, why is this soliloquy from Weiss me as a kid thinking about getting a best friend for life? Nothing gay going on at all... Oh my Gods. She literally says, "Nothing could come between us now!" 😂👏🏻

- Jaune is jinx for Weiss it seems. Am pretty sure Pyrrha is actually fond of him. She is the only one so far who waved at him willingly. Or maybe she was just being polite.

- "Hot stuff." "Snow angel." WoW.

- Weiss really is smart. She realised what would get Jaune to recognise Pyrrha after only two attempts. Kudos!

- I liked the cereal box animation bit. Gave me a good giggle.

- Pyrrha is so nice. Jaune thinks he has more game than he actually does. Should read up on personal space though. Ooooooh! That spear throw from Pyrrha was badass!

- "Ladykiller." Yeah, the ladies want to kill themselves often when he comes around. Jokes! 😂

- Is Ozpin sick or something? Every time I see him well enough, he has a cup in his hand. Granted I have only seen him thrice, but during two of those times he was drinking from a cup and walking around merrily. The initiation speech was the only time I saw him actively using what looks to be a cane. He didn't seem very energetic then, as noted by Yang and Ruby. Too early to actually lock in on this though.

- Emerald forest. Cute.

- Ruby's worst nightmare is coming true. Jaune's attempt at a question was the tree in the jungle no one saw fall. And they will be graded on their journey through the woods and could die in the process... I want to be in this world.

- Jaune. My friend. It's kind-of a drop off. Look around. You missed Yang putting on her aviators moments before being catapulted. So cool.

- The Blake ending. Tune was nice. Very, expect something to come soon.

Season 01 Episode 05: The First Step - Pt II

- Rocking along to the opening song.

- Ruby smashed across a winged creature on her way down. Hope that birdie wasn't uncle Qrow. 😆

- The scythe landing technique was nice. Weiss has snowflake steps. Ren uses his gun very well. Yang is handblasting her gauntlets to fly through the sky. Pyrrha warrior princess-ed a path in. AND assisted Jaune. Gods, she is good... Yang seemed to be the only one having fun though. The aviators make a lot more sense now.

- How did Blake and Nora get in? Me wants to know!

- The mental juggling Ruby is doing as she runs... Funny and many people's everyday reality. Probably different circumstances though. I hope.

- The figures in her head are so unserious. Great for comedic value at least! Blake's "so mysterious, so calm" face is giving major 'Hey mamas' vibes.

- So Ruby's choices so far are her own sister. The incompetent nice guy. The anti-social bibliophile. And...

- Of course it's the mean girl Ruby ends up paired with... "The world needs the selfless and the selfish to keep spinning." 😭

- Oh my Gods. Is this Weiss' version of 'stuck between a rock and a hard place?'

- Ruby's celebratory hurrah on getting Weiss as a partner might not last long, but mine probably will. 😁

- Jaune should be asking for team spots on Pyrrha's side. But still, cute!

- When did Ruby become the roadrunner, Weiss would like to know.

- Grimm monster's here. Weiss is alone. Ooooooh. Things mayhaps be getting interesting.

- Yang's ending. Exciting music. Makes me want to do a montage planning a revolution.

Season 01 Episode 06: The Emerald Forest - Pt I

- RWBY opening. My beloved.

- The monster is not Yang's sister. The other monster is also not Ruby. And they both get hit by Yang.

- Complained so bad Yang is teasing them now.

- Ahhhh. Her hair is precious. One strand out, and not only does the perpetrator go down but some trees around them as well. Junior's fate is shrouded in more darkness now.

- Blake did the other monster a favour by saving it from Yang's wrath.

- Her ensuing smirk and Yang's answer... New partner alert! AGHHHHHHHHH! It's happening!!!!

- Weiss being so technical about her stance and stuff could mean she hasn't had much time training with actual monsters.

- Ruby and Weiss' teamwork so good, they only needed one hit to bring down an entire group of monsters AND some chunk of the jungle... without even meaning to do that. 😂

- Sending my prayers to the collateral damage the forest is withstanding. And the noise pollution it needs to tolerate, courtesy of Ruby and Weiss.

- Slicing down the tree in anger was such an alpha male move. I support a woman in male dominated fields. Go Ruby!

- That feather is huge. Is that from a monster?

- I am loving the reversal of gender roles between Jaune and Pyrrha. The damsel in distress man and the competent protector lady. Considering this came out in 2013, good on the folks behind the show for making this a thing. Chef's kiss!

- Ooooooh! Exposition... "It bears our burdens and shields our hearts." I guess I don't have no soul. My aura would be working overtime otherwise.

- Ren vs a big snek. Aura Person vs Creature of Grimm. Manifestation of soul vs Manifestation of anonymity. Light vs Darkness.

- It's interesting how just as Pyrrha talks about understanding light and darkness, 'cause everyone has some of both, a white snek comes along. Also a Grimm creature, from the looks of it. Hmmm.

- Essentially, bare your soul. Project yourself. Turn your aura into a forcefield... Man, they really are coming for the arses of emotionally unavailable people.

- Hope Ren's okie... WHOA. This guy pulled out some serious ancient art moves with his magenta-pink(?) aura. Blasted a snek's head off. NOICE!!!

- The fact that Jaune didn't immediately assume Pyrrha was going to kiss him is good character development! 😂 Jokes aside though, Pyrrha used her own aura to unlock Jaune's? She is such a good person...

- White aura Jaune. Red aura Pyrrha.

- "You have a lot of it." Am sure Jaune's mum probably wondered why he had so much energy at least a few times. 😆

- A wild sloth appears. Ren doubts her choice of animal noise. The sloth uses the 'boop' maneuver to counteract this claim.

- The Jaune and Pyrrha ending. The music is almost EDM like here.

Season 01 Episode 07: The Emerald Forest - Pt II

- Yes, am ready for a revolution!

- Pairs have been formed and Madam Glynda has thoughts... I have none 'cause she so pretty.

- Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren. Norse myths and I think Chinese background... Nora's inspiration is apparent. Can't figure out Ren's... They do have such cool names though. NOICE!

- Of course Jaune is a good student. And Ozpin is really invested in Ruby. Hmmm.

- Weiss' sky high pride meet Ruby's rising irritation... Ooooof. That spat was unnecessary. Don't be so rude Weiss. You really don't know Ruby.

- Blake and Yang are the first ones to make it?! Dream team!!! Go sapphics, go!!!

- The temple's a chessboard. Huh.

- Jaune and Pyrrha enter a cave (Why does this sound like an opening for a joke?)... Jaune's only contribution has been extinguished 'cause he clumsy. Warmth in places dark... Good sign?

- Yang and Blake decide on taking a pony. Equestrian folks would appreciate it.

- The chesspieces have yellow and black toppers. Huh.

- Jaune confused the yellow-tip of a monster for the relic. Classic. His girlish screams are doing something to Blake. Is this PTSD?

- The cave has a drawing of a scorpion being forced in. Oh Gods. I think there was similar art when Pyrrha and Jaune were entering initially. Either this is actually funny or I am too tired.

- Jaune goes flying out, Ruby comes flying in. Wonder what happened there.

- The Ren and Nora ending. Sounds a little like a spy theme. Huh. I didn't realise they showed symbols in the end credits as well. Ren's is like a leaf. Or is it a flower. And Nora's reminds me of a hammer. But with a needle on both ends of the part with which you hit. Hmmm.

(You spoil me, I spoil your life.

Them's the rules. So don't do it. Farewell!)

#RWBY #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Lie Ren #Nora Valkyrie #Jaune Arc #Pyrrha Nikos #Professor Ozpin #Glynda Goodwitch #Hope your day doesn't stump you as much as Ren and Pyrrha's backgrounds did to me!

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