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competitor - training season pt. 1

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summary: you were a fierce competitor who aspired to be the top female tennis player in the world, and there is no way you can compete with the famous natasha romanoff on the tennis court. every time she volunteered to coach you, there was a condition: to sleep with her. with this routine, both of you grew closer than ever. however, another woman had already taken her place in court before you could even see her. game, set, match. who will you choose? natasha weakens you, but louise jones revives you.

warnings: natasha being extremely seductive, mentions of sex, and manipulative natasha - minors dni

notes: this story is probably my favorite since i could say it's very well written but enjoy x

Whoosh!

That was the initial sound that sparked my passion for tennis. It is all about the way players approach the game and their level of enthusiasm when hitting the ball. It captivates me to the point where I could sit and watch tennis matches all day if I had to. I lean back with a Coke in one hand and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of the outdoors. Then, following a brief interval, an additional whoosh! was produced. With every missed shot, MJ's grip on the racket tightened as she stood on the tennis court. She stared at the net, frustration written all over her face as sweat glistened on her forehead. Usually she was so calm, but tonight she felt like she was being betrayed with every serve and return. I sympathized with the other players as I watched from the sidelines. Something was obviously wrong since her movements had become stiff and jerky, replacing her customary grace. Today, the game served as more than simply a pastime; it served as a battlefield for whatever was bothering her.

“Thirty, love.”

“Fuck!” I felt a chill run down my spine as I overheard MJ furiously hurling her racket across the court. When I think of MJ, I picture an optimistic, self-assured, and cheerful person who uses very few profanity words. I suppose she did not hit the ball properly because this is the first time I have heard it. 

MJ was defeated when her last serve went slightly outside the line. As the umpire's call resounded throughout the quiet court, Michael Jackson's shoulders lowered in surrender. With a fake smile, she approached the net and held out her hand to her opponent. Her expression of sportsmanship was masking the annoyance and despair I could see in her eyes from where I was standing on the sidelines. It was hard to see as her once-bubbly confidence crumbled and was replaced with a worn-out acceptance of her loss. I wanted to soothe her as she turned away from the net, but I didn't know how to say it. 

MJ didn’t win.

“30, 40.”

I got up and went over to MJ, who was slumped over on the bench after the game, because he looked beat. As she chugging away with all her might, she grabbed the water bottle from my hand and gave it to her. "Something is not right," I said.

“Damn right,” she said as she threw the bottle out of the way. “Fuckin’ Garcia did it all. I was close, so close!”

“I think there’s something wrong with your leg.”

She slowly shifted her gaze to me and emitted a fake laugh. “If there was something wrong with my leg, then I wouldn’t play in the first place.”

As we sat down next to her on the bench, I let out a sigh and watched as the court became increasingly silent as everyone left. After that, I told her the truth while turning to look her in the eyes. Denying it while continuing to wipe off her perspiration, she shakes her head. One thing that should be known about MJ is that she possesses an unwavering sense of pride, particularly when it comes to tennis. So it was; she was supposedly one of New York's top young female players. Perhaps she was feeling overwhelmed by her family's expectations that she excel as a player or that her argument with Jason had a negative impact on her mood today. She refuses to acknowledge that there is a problem with her. Like her, I aspired to be the best at what I do; she is confident in her abilities. 

“Are you coming later at my place?” I asked. 

“I don’t know; Jason wants to have dinner with me. He said that he got me a new coach.”

“Oh?” As I observed her rise to her feet, an arch formed in my eyebrow. “It must be nice to finally get a new one. Clint wasn’t so great, I assume?”

MJ shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know; yeah, maybe.”

“Is there something wrong? I hate to push your buttons—”

“It’s just embarrassing, Y/N,” she says with a loud groan. “My parents were watching me! Now they’re going to tell me that I need to do better, I have to be better.”

After a brief moment of silence, MJ spun around to give me a mischievous smile. “What about you, Ms. Rogers? Aren’t you going to train for today?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t have a coach. Besides, I’m too tired for today. I’ll probably do some drills tomorrow morning.”

"Well, if you need anything, just send me a message. You know I’m just one call away, Y/N. I can hire you a coach if that’s what you want.”

"You have been there for me through thick and thin; I am doing fine," I told her, burying my nose in her neck and embracing her tightly. “Let me know what happens with Jason.”

I parked the car by the curb and silenced the radio, squinting as I thought about the game from earlier in the day. If I have to be the best, I have to do more training, I thought to myself with a loud sigh coming out of my mouth. I was a huge tennis fanatic as a kid and used to binge-watch matches on TV. In particular, the tennis legend Natasha Romanoff, who was a friend of my father's. I climbed out of the vehicle, secured the door, and made my way inside my home. Just as I was about to make my way to the kitchen, I heard the patio door open. I peeked out of the picture and saw my dad and his friend Natasha enjoying some orange juice and sandwiches. Seeing her makes my heart race; it is almost a wake-up call. 

Whenever I saw her on TV, I felt an instant crush on her. I mean, who could resist Natasha Romanoff's allure?

Just as I was ready to leave, my father's voice reached my ears. “Y/N, you’re home! Why don’t you join me and Natasha for some snacks?”

I walked out of the house and waved to Natasha, who looked even more menacing despite her calm demeanor. I can feel her stare crawl against my skin, tightening my throat. “Hi, Nat.”

With a deep, rough voice, she says, "Hello, darling," and removes the cigarette from her full lips. “Did you train today?”

“No, I just watched MJ’s game today.”

"MJ, Mj," she muttered to herself, possibly trying to recall who MJ actually is. Her words trailed off after that. She grinned and turned her head back to face me. “Carter Jones’ daughter? I’m surprised that she plays.”

“She’s a huge fan of you,” I said with a giddy voice. And so am I. “Have you been visiting Carter?” She took a drag from her cigarette as I poured myself a glass of orange juice and took a seat next to my father. 

“No, I haven’t. We’re sort of in a thin line right now.”

“Is that so?” my father asked. 

She comments, "Susan and I were not going to work in the first place," bringing up Carter's spouse. She and Susan were a couple in the past, as my father told me. I must have been so young to have forgotten that she was with Susan. “How’s MJ? Still hotheaded?”

I nodded with a small smile on my face. “Still very hotheaded.”

She blew the smoke from her mouth and looked at me silently. The atmosphere grew more intense the longer she stared at me. “I see. How old are you now, hon?”

“I just turned 22.”

“In college, I assume?”

“Yes, I study at Standford.”

With a devilish smile, Natasha gives my father a wink. “She’s following your footsteps.”

He pats on my shoulder as he lets out a squeezed laugh. “I didn’t force her to go there, for your information. She even begged me to let her in!”

“Dad, stop—”

“Have you gotten yourself a coach, Y/N?” My throat was getting even drier, and Natasha asked, licking her teeth and pushing her used cigarette into the ashtray. Given that I have not been able to locate a suitable coach in London, this was one of the more difficult questions. In addition, I am not even sure if tennis is the sport I want to play. To be honest, I was only intelligent in terms of academics. Apart from that, though, who am I really meant to be? I was obsessed with tennis; it was my life. But if I am not good enough, how can I love tennis?

“Uh, no. I haven’t.”

Leaning back against the chair, she smacked her lips after finishing her glass of orange juice. “I would want to coach you, but I’ve been very busy these days.”

As she extended her hand to hold my hand, I felt my cheeks flushed—not literally. I laughed nervously and scratched my arm. 

“T-that’s fine, Natasha. I know how busy you are.”

“I’m only here for a couple of weeks. I’d stay here even more if I’m not being called back to New York.”

I got up, kissed my father's cheek, and said in a hushed voice that I was going to bed early. I smiled courteously at Natasha as I turned to face her again, and he nodded and squeezed my arm. “I’ll take a nap, see you guys later.”

Before I left the garden, she gave me one last smile. The more I hear my footsteps, the more my heart races, and I return to my room as if nothing had happened. Is she aware that she is forcing me? She has always drew me in, even as a young girl. She seemed like a sister to me at first, but as I kept seeing her on magazine covers, my admiration for her beauty grew. As the coach I used to have before said, love means zero. 

Love means nothing. 

When I woke up, it was already late at night. At the moment, I sighed and headed for the kitchen, grabbing my bottle of water. As I poured myself a cold glass of water, I opened the refrigerator and discovered a container of food that they had most likely eaten at dinner. I put it on the counter. I started to consider asking MJ to find me a coach before the next week began while I was eating there by myself. However, I was astounded to see Natasha emerge from her room and make her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were up.” After Natasha brought it up, she grabbed my glass and drank nearly half of it. 

“I must’ve been so tired that I forgot dinner,” I chuckled to myself. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“You didn’t.”

She took a big breath and peered at me with her dark green eyes, observing that my red polka-dot shorts were paired with simply a tank top. Grinning, she moved on, opening the refrigerator and filling my glass with water. “Sorry, I was thirsty.”

“It’s okay.”

I caught her wearing a tight black shirt and gray leg-hugging jogging pants as we stood there silently. Even at night, her appearance was ethereal. For fifteen years, I was younger than her; in fact, I was practically two decades younger. Maybe she would give me a chance if I were older or if she were younger. 

But I can’t look at her that way; I just can’t.

"It is cold," she remarks once more in that deep voice, glancing out the large window in front of us. “Why are you wearing that?”

“I prefer the cold,” I replied. 

“Well, I think you should wear something more... Less revealing.”

Was she critiquing my choice of dress? Though I was confused, I refrained from showing her my feelings for fear that she would take offense. I definitely did not want to witness Natasha becoming enraged. When I was younger, I recall witnessing an argument between my father and her regarding tennis. She threatened him by stomping her foot on the ground and hurling her glass, causing her to grab his neck. They never talked about what had happened that day, so I have no idea.

“Do you not like the way I dress?”

She took a breath and shook her head. “I think if you wore something like that in public, I’d be angry.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, if you haven’t been aware, I’ve been protective when it comes to you. You are Steve’s daughter, after all. Of course, I have the right,” She leaned in closer to me, shrugging her shoulders. I could feel my head being tickled by her breath. “Have you gotten yourself a coach?”

“I-I was supposed to call MJ, but you distracted me.”

“Is that so, darling?”

I took another swallow and found myself drawn to her once more. This was wrong, I thought to myself. This is just so wrong.

“I actually have a proposal for you, Y/N. But you can turn it down if you’d like.”

My heart skipped a beat as I felt her hand slide the strand of hair behind my ear and smile. I tried to look away as quickly as possible, but I was unable to. I simply could not stop staring at her, absorbing every second of it into my being. 

Was she attracted to me too?

“I would coach you to be one of the best players out there if you return something.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying not to smile from the excitement. “W-what is it?”

Natasha licked her bottom lip and cocked her head slightly to the side, as though she was tempted to kiss me. But she leaned closer until I could feel her breath on my ear. 

“I will coach you if you agree to sleep with me.”

What?

“Huh—”

“That’s right,” she says again, but this time it becomes more devious. “You heard me.”

My whole body tensed up, and my cheeks flushed. It is unbelievable that someone of her caliber, Natasha Romanoff, would ask me to have a sexual relationship if I would just allow her to mentor me. Though I was aware of my desperation, was this really what I wanted? I stepped back, trying to get my bearings. If I were to sleep with her, on the off-hand basis, I would also get to train under one of the greatest female tennis players of all time. She was aware of the way in which she was treating me; she could discern that I harbored feelings for her.

“But my dad would know—”

“He will never know, sweetheart.” With a cooing voice, she interrupts me and puts both her hands on my waist. “We only get to know this. No one will know that you’re whoring yourself out for me, baby girl—I mean, no one will know that we’re sleeping together if ever.”

“Whoring? Myself?” I let out a tiny laugh as I shook my head in response, as if this were all a joke to me. “You’re kidding, Nat. Right?”

“Do you want to be the best?” Natasha asked in a demeaning way, and I quickly felt the need to stop talking. It was best if I had said nothing at all first. “Then if I were you, you should take this as an opportunity.”

“How is this an opportunity if I’m going to let you use me?”

“My, my, raising your voice at me, are you now?” With a quiet giggle, she made a threat, her gaze fixed on mine. She put her hand on my forearm and brought it up to her navel. “I’d shut that mouth if I was going to sleep with you tonight. But you know what, I’ll let you have time to think about it.”

Natasha took my arm and walked away, whispering, “Goodnight, darling. I need an immediate answer starting tomorrow.”

Something was leaking out of my core as soon as she left me in the kitchen by myself. I was so mad at myself and that she would turned me on that I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe I would be a normal girl if she were not enticing me with her tonight. However, the truth is that I would like to open up to her. I’d do anything for her. 

It was Natasha Romanoff; who could compete?

[ireallyamabear]

young adult star trek prequel series about tasha yar growing up on that rape gang planet, her struggles with her sister, how they both discover hair spray. she has a best friend whos an addict and tasha learns that drugs can make you feel good. treating starfleet as this almost mystical extraplanetary force that might or might not be real. cool teenage make up a la the tribe (2000), kung fu fighting tasha yar like in the karate kid. tasha yar played by (spins wheel of young blond actresses); lesbian gangs for some reasons.....

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Love fashion and beauty, love Ayo. Win win!

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Polymorph mishaps

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Ravaged

Summary: A symbiote bonds with Y/n against her will on a mission, and while the symbiote is getting the other heroes out of its way it decides to take something it knows its host wants.

Authors note: italics are Y/ns internal thoughts. Bold italics are the symbiotes internal thoughts.

Warnings: non con-ish (neither really want it while R is in that state, but both eventually do give into their desires), bottom/subby Nat, smut (fingering, tendril penetration)

Word count: 4756

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   As you, Tony, Nat and Steve make your way further into the laboratory some movement on a nearby table catches the geniuses attention. He heads over and the faceplate of his helmet comes up to allow him to see what he spotted with his own eyes. Curiosity gets the better of you and you head over to see as well.

   “Whatcha find?”

   “Don’t know kid, but whatever it is, its reactive”

    You look at the small dish of blue liquid-like substance and as he points to it, to your amazement, the liquid moves. It almost jumps back as if trying to keep its distance from him, as if it had a mind of its own, which was ridiculous.

   “Woah, that's weird”

    “Very” he replies, but before he can have JARVIS run a scan, Steve interrupts

   “What's weird?”

   You point at it just as the billionaire had, “This thing Tony found”

   “Watch it!”

   You turn back to Tony, confused by what he meant, but you quickly find out when you feel something latch on to your hand. Startled, you looked down to see whatever this goo was now holding onto you, and quickly spreading.

   “Oh shit!” Tony exclaims as he watches you try to shake it off only for it to move further up your forearm.

   “What the hell?!”

   Your shout gains the attention of the Russian, who rushes over to see what the fuss is about. She's not sure what she expected, but seeing some strange goop slowly engulfing one of your arms wasn’t even on the list of possibilities

   “Y/n!” she immediately moves to help you but Steve quickly grabs her, “Rogers, let me go!”

   Steve, sensing this thing is far more dangerous than first glance might lead one to believe, shakes his head, “I can’t do that”

   Her secret feelings for you outweigh her rational mind currently however, and starts to struggle in his grasp. She helplessly watches as you, in sheer desperation, grab at it with your freehand. To her horror and yours, this backfires, and now the thing latches onto that hand as well. 

   “Oh fuck!”

   “Tony, do something!” she shouts, practically clawing at Steve's arms as he wraps them around her torso in a bear hug to prevent her from pulling any sort of maneuver to make him let go

   Tonys panicked face looks at her before he makes the faceplate cover himself once more, “What can I do Nat?! I don’t want to be grabbed by it too!”

   You hold your arms out in front of you with a look of pure terror and stumble backwards as the thing reaches your shoulders. Your hip bumps into a nearby desk which causes you to falter, and as you stumble Natasha notices how the blue substance begins to practically seep into your tactical suit. Your underarms and chest start to quickly take on that same bright color and odd texture just as small tendrils of it creep up your neck. She can feel her heart in her throat as it seems to be taking you over, and just then your eyes finally meet hers

   “Tasha..” you whimper, feeling it begin to encase the back of your head

   That snaps her out of her panic induced docile state, and with little regard for what he might think or feel she hits Steve's forearm with a widow's bite. He lets out a shocked sound as he seizes and she uses that to her advantage. An elbow to the sternum has him falling away from her, and she uses her other arm to clear his hands of her as he stumbles backwards and falls to the ground

   “Natasha, what the hell!?” Tony shouts, clearly shocked by her actions, but he opts to stay where he is between you and her instead of going to help the soldier

   “She needs help”

    “She needs a hazmat team, or to be seen at area 51!” he replies, only partially joking, “We don’t know what this is Nat!”

   “Or what it's doing to her!” she stresses, eyebrows knitting in further turmoil as she watches you fall to your knees behind him, “Tony, please!”

   He glances back at you just in time to see your head droop down, you gaze going to the floor as the goo covers your head entirely, and that's when everything goes black for you. You can still hear, and somewhat see, but it's more like it's an out of body experience than it is your own. You don’t even have control over your own body anymore, everything you tell it to do, every way you try to fight back, goes ignored

   “Shit” he mutters, but this time as Nat moves past him he does nothing to stop her

   She approaches you cautiously, noting that there's not an inch of you not covered by this mysterious substance. And though she saw how ruthlessly it took over you she can’t help but reach out. When it doesn’t react the same way as it had with you she lets her hand touch your shoulder. The goo feels nearly solid now and cool to the touch, and though it does nothing to her, it unnerves her. It almost feels like it hums beneath her palm, reacting to her in a way she can’t currently understand

   “Y/n?” Your head snaps up and looks at her, and she feels her stomach drop as wide golden eyes meet her gaze

   “We…Are Ravage” a deep gravelly voice replies, startling her enough that she quickly scurries away from you

   The creature that controls you takes this opportunity to rise to your feet then, and to everyone's shock you're now at least 3 feet taller than you were before. Your broader now too and your arms and legs have more muscle

   “Jesus…” Steve breathes out, finally having freed himself from Nats bite

  You take a step forward and Tony does the same, “Woah there, uh, big guy. We need our friend back”

   You tilt your head slightly before answering, “No”

   “We weren’t asking” Steve says, moving his shield in front of him as he walks towards you, “Don’t make us do this the hard way”

   A dark chuckle leaves you, and it's so unlike you that it has a chill running down the Redheads spine. She feels every muscle in her tense as Steve steps up to you, and she knows this isn’t about to go well

   “Just let her go. No one has to get hurt”

   “Thats no fun” you respond

   Steve raises his shield as if he's about to charge you with it but before he can you raise your arm. A long tendril of goo springs out of you and slams into him so fast that even his enhanced abilities couldn’t help him avoid it. He goes flying to the back of the room, crashing into desks and computers as he goes.

  Tony immediately takes flight, hovering just a few feet off the ground as he aims his repulsors at you, “Hard way it is”

   “Tony, wait!” Nat pleads. She knows you're still in there, and she doesn’t want you hurt, especially when she has no idea what this thing may have already done to you

   But Tony doesn’t listen, instead he blasts at you a few times. Each one hit you and you stumble back slightly, but aside from some small dent in the substance covering you that then easily fix themselves, theses no damage done

   “Ah, shit”

   You quickly move your arm towards him, sending a whip like tendril his way. It slams into his midsection and has him colliding with a wall. He fires a few more blasts at you but they do just as much good as his first ones had. You turn to him, and he watches in awe as your left fist morphs into some kind of blade. But before you can use it, Caps shield collides with you and sends you backwards

   “Steve!” Nat stresses, still worried about the you inside, but he ignores her and catches his shield

   Before you can stand he rushes you and the metal collides with you once more. A deep and foreboding growl leaves you as your hands grab the edge of the annoying round disk, and you push back with a strength Steve wasn’t expecting. True, you were a supersoldier just like he was, but you had come along decades later and the formula used was nowhere near as potent. 

   Put kindly, you were strong and a force to be reckoned with, but you still paled compared to Steve. When the two of you sparred, you could keep up, but his hits were always harder and he could always lift more than you at the bench press. But now, you were starting to push so hard that he could feel the treads of his boots starting to slip. Whatever this thing was, it enhanced you in more ways than just tendrils and goop weapons.

    “Tony! What the hell is this thing?!”

   “I don’t know yet! JARVIS is still running scans!” he replies, moving out of the way of one of your tendrils

   Natasha watches on, torn on what to do or how to help. Whatever this thing is, she wants it off of you, now. But even if fighting you is the only way to help, she doesn't want to hurt you and so she hesitates to get involved. Her hands have only ever brought harm to others, but when she fell for you she vowed that her hands would only ever be kind to you. She’d only ever touch you in tender ways, with love and care, and so now she's very conflicted. But when a tendril wraps around Tony's leg while another hits Steve hard enough to send him and his shield sprawling she knows she has to get involved.

  She takes a step forward and lets loose a widow's bite. It lodges itself in your shoulder and she expects you to act like Steve had earlier. Instead the goo near your shoulder twitches only slightly and your gaze snaps to her. A large tooth filled grin spreads across its face and it slams Tony into the ground before sending a tendril her way.

   This causes your consciousness to finally stir from within, “No!”

   But she had easily dodged the tendril and sent another widow's bite your way. The creature ignores you and her bite and as it steps closer to her its hand shifts into a blade once more. It lets out a growl as it rushes at her and you struggle to regain control as she does her best to parry and dodge

   “Don’t hurt her!” 

   The creature only hisses in response, but to your surprise it does take a step back as if contemplating how to disengage. It doesn’t get the chance however, as Steve and his shield slam into you once more. The hit breaks its concentration and Tony is able to free himself from your tendrils grasp. He sits up in time to watch Steve block a hit from your bladed appendage

   “Got any ideas?” he asks, feeling like he's in a losing battle, and so were you

    “Yeah” Steve grunts, “Keep hitting it”

   “Right, because I hadn’t thought of that”

   Just as he says that the creature overpowers Steve and rips the shield from his grasp. There's a collective moment of shock and silence before the creature slams Steve with his own shield. At first the heroes aren't too worried, he's taken hits before, but then you're slamming it into him again and he's stumbling backwards, blood dripping from his nose

   “Steve!” Both Tony and Nat shout as they move in to attempt to help. The creature sends a spiked tendril out in both directions to keep them busy as it slams Steve again

    “Not as strong as you think” it seethes, fueled of the slight jealousy it can feel in your subconscious 

   You had to admit, watching this thing use your body to one up Steve when you know how cocky and confident he can be, did feel good. And while that should, and would normally have you feeling guilty, you find there's no such emotion now. You only feel

   With another hit Steve falls to his knees and afraid for his friend's life Tony makes a beeline away from your diversion and straight for you. This creature is smarter and faster than it would seem however and before he can reach you it flings Caps shield at him. It hits him square in the helmet sending the shield bouncing off to embed into the wall as he sways of course and hits the ground hard.

   “Tony!?” Nat shouts as she runs over to check on him. She turns him on his back but gets no movement from the suit of armor, “Hey, come on Stark”

   While she does her best to pry his faceplate off one of your large hands grabs Steve's shoulder and lifts him up to be eye level with you, “Who's the better model now?”

   His eyes widen as he realizes at least part of you is still in there and conscious, but before he can say or do anything your fist is meeting his face. One solid punch after a shield beating is all it takes to knock him out cold, and you release him to fall to the ground with a thump

   Nats attention snaps away from the billionaire and over to the soldier, “Steve?!”

   A growl rumbles in your chest as you turn your attention solely to her, and for the first time in a long time, Natasha feels afraid. She has no idea if you’ve just killed her two friends, and she has no idea if the Y/n she knows and loves is even alive anymore within the creature that's done it. And now she's alone here with it. But she has no intention of allowing this creature to see her fear. So she stands and steps away from where Tony lays and readies herself. 

   But you can read her, you always could, and you can see she's afraid, “Just leave her alone. She isn’t a threat.”

   The creature ignores you again however and rushes at her, dodging the kick she throws your way and the widow's bite before grabbing the hand that throws a punch. She stumbles slightly but tries one last time to hit you with her free hand. You catch it as well however and let out a dark chuckle

   “No! Let her go!” you demand, doing your best to fight it

   “Relax” it whispers to you, “We will not harm her. She is yours”

   “What?” you ask, clearly confused and when you look back you find Natasha is now pinned to the wall, both of her hands held above her head in one of your massive ones

   “I am attuned to you as I am now part of you. I see what you feel, and I see your inability to act on it. It's sad, pathetic even”

   “Hey!”

   “But I am here now. You have me. And together we can take what you want, and you want her.”

   “What? No. I…I don’t…” you stammer trying to deny how badly you want the redhead. If you ever were to have her you didn’t want some weird sludge to be the driving force behind it 

   “You want to ruin her for anyone else so she can be yours, always.”

You want to deny these thoughts, but you can’t. It seems that in your connection the creature now has access to things you’d rather no one have access to. Thoughts, feelings, desires….it knows them all. And it's willing to help you. But doing it this way, this was wrong. Natasha deserved to be treated right, not fucked in some lab up against the wall against her will by some weird creature using your body

   As you mull it over she squirms in your grasp and looks deep into the soulless eyes, “Please, I didn’t want to hurt you. I…I just want Y/n back”

   “She is here” it answers, “And she is unharmed”

   She watches as half its face peels away to reveal yours. She can see you aren’t fully with it as your eye is glazed over and you have no reaction to seeing her, but she is elated to see your face once more and to see that you appear to have no injuries, externally at least.

   “She's okay?”

   “She is. She merely slumbers while I have control”  

   Nat swallows the lump in her throat as your face is hidden away from her once more, “When will she have control again?”

   “When we are done with you” it answers, making a chill run through her, and she's not too sure she wants to know what exactly that means

   “What? No. I didn’t agree to this. I don’t want this”

   “But you do”

   “No. Not like this” you stress, “I want her to want it too. To enjoy it as much as I do”

   “She wants it. I can feel it.” it replies, “And she will learn to enjoy it, as will you” 

   “No! Wait!” but the creature is done listening

   Instead it leans down and gets closer to Nat's face, “My host cares for you. Deeply.”

   She stares at the creature a bit lost on what this has to do with anything, but elated to find out her feelings are returned, “She does?”

   “Yes. I can feel it. I can see everything she wants to do with you, everything she wants to do to you” it explains, “We are going to make you feel so good”

   Oh. Oh no. As much as she wanted you, this isn’t how she wanted things to happen. She wanted you, not some life form that's using you as a puppet. And she wanted it only after having a discussion with you about her feelings. She also wanted it in a bed, not up against a wall in an old AIM lab where two of her teammates and friends lay either unconscious or dead

   It wraps a tendril sound each of her ankles and pulls her legs apart. She lets out a gasp, “Wait, please”

   “Relax. Y/n is here” it coos, “We will not hurt you. She wants this. She wants to take care of you.” 

   She liked that idea, as long as it truly was what you wanted. But that's the thing, she couldn’t be sure. For all she knew this thing had drained you of your life and was just toying with her now. She had no proof you were even alive let alone reciprocating her feelings

   “She wants to make you hers, completely” it tells her, bringing its free hand to brush hair from her face, “She wants to love you, and to ruin you”

   An involuntary whimper leaves Natasha, and she does her best to look away from the creature. But it uses its hand to gently grab her chin and lift her gaze back up

   “You want that too, don’t you?”

   “I…I...” Nat stammers, trying to think straight, “Not like this”

   “No?” it questions, watching in amusement as she shakes her head and takes a deep breath to calm herself, “I’m not so sure”

   It lowers its head to the nape of her neck and starts to place gentle kisses against her flushed skin. She wiggles a bit in its hold but despite herself she moves her head away to give it more access. It takes advantage of this and begins to give more kisses, messier ones, and it brings its free hand to possessively grab her hip. She does her best to stifle another whimper and she prays the creature doesn’t notice how her heartbeat quickens. It proves it does however when it immediately lets its tongue run over her pulsepoint 

   “See?” it whispers to her, “You like this, and you want more”

   She's not sure if it's the creature or you that's able to read her right now, but she really hopes it's you. Afterall, you've always been able to see past her walls and decipher her true emotions. So why would now be any different

   “I…I want Y/n”

   “I want you too, Tasha” your voice finally replies, causing a relieved smile to break out across her face. 

   She was worried she’d never hear your voice again let alone hear you admit that. And if it was anyone other than you in there, there's no way she’d allow herself to be in this position. She would have fought back by now, freed herself and killed whatever asshole had tried doing it. But it is you, and now that she knows that for certain, she finds herself willing to give in despite the circumstances

   “You're in there, right? And you have some control?” she asks. If this was going to happen here and now, which apparently it was, she at least needed to know you were present 

   “I am, and I do now” you reply as the creature still kisses her neck

   She lets out a low hum of approval, “Okay”

   The creature takes this as its queue and it swiftly replaces the hand holding hers with a tendril and pulls its head from her neck in order to get a better view. Its now free hand grabs her suit's zipper and slowly begins to pull it down, showing off her bra clad chest and abs. Its tongue lulls out at the sight, and you're both overcome by the urge to see more of her. Your hand easily tears her bra from her body, showing off her now hardening nipples to you, and to Nats embarrassment she can feel arousal pooling in her belly at the show of strength. 

   “So beautiful” you whisper as the creatures hands begin to palm her tits, “And all ours”

   A moan slips past her lips at the possessive growl and her cheeks heat up as she replies, “Yes, all yours”

   You surge forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that takes her breath away, and she eagerly opens her mouth to the creature's probing tongue. Your one hand moves to grope her ass while the other slowly moves down to the waistband of her underwear. She moans into its mouth and momentarily forgets her hands are bound as she reaches out for you.

   You let out a throaty chuckle as you break the kiss, “Poor thing, so needy”

   “Detka(baby), please” she whines, the feeling of your fingers so close to where she wants you is almost too much for her, “I need you”

   “Aww don’t worry” you coo, “We’ll take good care of you”

   Just then your hand slides past her waistband and into her underwear, and she moans as your long digits tease her folds. A pleased sound rumbles in your chest as you feel just how wet she is, and she squirms in anticipation as your thumb begins to rub her clit

   “Please” she begs, doing her best to thrust her hips forward. An almost sinister smile spreads across your face then, and without warning you slip a finger inside her and begin to thrust, “Oh god!”

   “Such pretty sounds” you whisper, letting your other hand move back up from her ass and to her tits once more. You squeeze her plump mounds and watch the way her face contorts in pleasure at your movements, “Doing so good for us”

   She moans again and her walls clench down on your finger just as you find the perfect spot inside her, “Fuck! Right there! Please!”

   “What are you begging for, pretty girl?” you tease, increasing the speed of your thrusts

   “You…I…oh god, please” she stutters, feeling the coil in her belly beginning to tighten, “Please, I’m so close”

   “Already?” you tease again

   “Yes!” She nods, blushing even harder than before, “You feel so good, please!”

   “Go ahead Tasha, cum for us”

   She does as she's told and cums hard, shuddering in your hold as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm. This proves to be a tough task however, due to the way her pussy tightly spasms around you. After a few more thrusts her whimpers tell you that she's become sensitive so you gently pull yourself from her. You make a show of bringing your finger to your mouth and cleaning it off with your large tongue

   You moan at her taste, “You taste so good”

    “Fuck” she groans, obviously haveing been affected by it

    You grip her hips possessively as you lean in for another kiss, and Natasha can feel herself getting worked up once more as your large tongue invades her mouth. The kiss quickly becomes a heated makeout session as you grope and paw at her ass, and she's honestly starting to get lightheaded. That's when she feels something that isn’t a hand enter her underwear and her eyes snap open

   “We aren't done with you yet”

   “Oh fuck” she whimpers, both turned on and worried by the girth of the tendril that prods at her entrance 

   “Don’t worry, you can take it” you tell her, as if reading her mind, “And you’ll love how it feels”

   “Oh! Y/n!” she moans as the tendril spreads her open and slides in, reaching even deeper inside her than her finger had, “Feels good! So good!”

   “Knew you’d like it” you reply, letting your tongue travel up between the valley of her breasts as the tendril starts to thrust even faster, “My host likes it too. My connection to her lets her feel everything as if it was her inside you”

   Upon hearing that Nat moans loudly, and her pussy clenches down around the tendril hard, making you moan as well, “Fuck Tasha”

   “Don’t stop detka(baby), please don’t stop”

   “Not gonna” you reply, grunting at the feeling of her throbbing around you. You can feel your own climax quickly building, “I want you to cum with me”

    “Yes! Fuck!” she pants, 

    “Cum, now” the creature's voice commands, and just like that both you and Natasha fall head first into your orgasms. 

   Her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs open as pleasure like she's never felt before washes over her, and you both let out a series of moans as the tendril continues to slowly move inside her. In that moment all she can focus on is how incredible this was, and how she loved getting to share this moment with you. Even if she was sharing the moment with whatever this thing was

   Speaking of, it leans down to kiss her once more and she of course returns its affection, squirming slightly as the tendril pulls out of her. As the kiss continues she feels the ones around her legs and hands lower her down and release her so she eagerly wraps her arms around you. And that's when she realizes it's your form again, not the creatures and it's your lips against hers now.

   She sighs and practically throws herself at you, “You're back”

   “Technically, I was never gone” you joke, trying to make light of everything, “Just like he's not gone now, just resting”

    “You're okay though, right?”

   You nod, “Yeah Tasha, I’m fine. Are you?”

   You pull back from her slightly to look over her disheveled appearance only to blush when you realize her suit is still unzipped. You quickly move to help cover her back up and she lets out a chuckle

   “I’m fine, better than fine actually” she admits, blushing again

   “Told you she wanted it”

   You ignore him and share a smile with the woman infront of you before a groan pulls you both from your little bubble, “Oh my god, the guys!”

   You pull apart to see Tony sitting up and opening up his faceplate to rub his forehead, while Steve shifts around, “Ugh, what happened?”

   “Y/n hit us like a truck” Tony replies before remembering your state, he looks over to Nat and is surprised to see your back to normal, “Wait, what?”

   “Long story” you tell him with a sheepish smile, “Lets just say, Natasha tamed the beast”

   “I am not a beast!”

   “Oh hush”

   The Russian cheeks heat up again and she elbows you, “Yeah, you're welcome. Now can we get her home and run tests?”

  “Uh yeah…yeah. Just give me a minute…or twelve” he responds, walking over to Steve who has yet to sit up still before slumping down to the ground beside him

“Babies”

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (8/8)

SYNOPSIS: Real Madrid football star Jude Bellingham has had a big crush on Delilah "Lila" Hamilton, the younger sister of Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton, for a while. As their budding romance unfolds, will they be able to navigate the pressures of fame and family dynamics?

PAIRINGS: Jude Bellingham x Delilah "Lila" Hamilton (face claim Rayan Xasan)

WARNINGS: cursing, f1/football b.s., overly protective siblings, mentions of unprotected sex/risk of pregnancy, smut (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @dreamingjude @foreverisntenough @nichmeddar @lettersofgold @judesbabymamas @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @cocobutterqwueen @leilaxaliel @ispywithmylileye @vile-harlot @bellinghaalands @certifiedlesbianbaddie @yeea-nah @empressdede @saturnville @pinkcatcus @shepgurl @trentswrld @taytropicana @ffenthusiastt @serpenttines-library @judesprincess @bbgkoo @enretrogue @liamundi

A/N: Please note that this is a work of fiction and some things may not sound "exactly correct" but bear with me to make this work! Shoutout to @purplelewlew for helping me with the Jamaican patois (translations in the parentheses). Also, this chapter is rather long!!!

Was that one line or two?

Lila squinted down at the small plastic stick in her hand, the faint lines blurring together as she tried to make sense of them. She tilted the test under the dim light of the bathroom, her mind racing.

It wasn’t even hers—this was Jade’s pregnancy test.

"Lila!" Jade’s voice pierced through the confusion, breaking Lila’s concentration. "What’s it say?"

Lila blinked, snapping out of her trance as she turned toward her friend. Jade was standing there, eyes wide, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Lila looked back at the test in her hand.

One line. Negative. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"It’s negative," she said softly, handing it back to Jade. Relief washed over Jade’s face as she exhaled dramatically, her shoulders slumping in visible relief.

"Thank God," Jade mumbled, running a hand through her braids. She took the test from Lila and tossed it into the trash, her mood visibly lifting. "I was really starting to freak out."

"You weren’t being careful?" Lila asked, her brow furrowed.

Jade shrugged, avoiding Lila’s eyes for a moment before admitting, "Not really. I mean, we’ve been... you know, not super safe the last few times."

Lila’s eyes widened. "Wait, with who?"

"Ryan," Jade said casually, as if dropping the name of some old schoolmate wasn’t about to completely shock Lila.

"Ryan? The one from school?" Lila gaped. "How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks," Jade said with a small, almost embarrassed smile. "It’s just... casual. FWB, you know?"

Lila shook her head, both surprised and slightly impressed. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me."

"I wanted to, but you’ve been so wrapped up with Jude," Jade said, her voice light and teasing. "Not that I’m mad or anything, I get it. He’s a big deal."

Lila felt a pang of guilt at that. She had been so caught up in her relationship with Jude, barely making time for her friends, especially Jade. Tonight was the first night in weeks she’d really spent time with them, and it was Jade’s twentieth birthday.

"I’m sorry," Lila said softly. "I should’ve made more time."

Jade waved her off. "Don’t sweat it. You’re here now, that’s what matters."

The evening had started out like any other girls' night, with them pregaming at Jade’s flat. The group was a mix of old friends, and one or two new faces Jade had met through work. Then there was Tasha—Jade’s other friend from Stevenage, who Lila had never really gotten on with.

Tasha was tall, with long, dark brown hair and an overly critical air about her. She was always quick with a snide comment or passive-aggressive jab, and though Lila tolerated her for Jade’s sake, she’d always found her exhausting. There was something about the way Tasha looked down at Lila that never sat right, but for Jade’s birthday, Lila kept the peace.

Earlier in the night, Tasha had come up with the bright idea to turn a random TikTok “game” into the night’s entertainment. Apparently, she’d seen some influencer challenge her friends to buy pregnancy tests as a joke, and Tasha decided it’d be “fun” for them to do the same.

"Are you serious?" Lila had asked, raising an eyebrow when Tasha proposed the idea.

"Totally. It's just a laugh," Tasha had shrugged, her tone dripping with nonchalance. "I mean, unless some of you have something to hide..."

Jade, always up for a good time, had giggled and agreed to the idea, much to Lila's surprise. So, they went to Boots, buying a pack of pregnancy tests along with their usual party essentials, and soon they were all back at Jade's flat, the pregame continuing in full swing.

Now, Lila found herself holding the negative test for her friend. But before she could say much more, the bathroom door creaked open and Tasha appeared, holding a different pregnancy test in her hand. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Guess what?" Tasha said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Your test came back positive."

Lila froze, her brain doing a quick mental calculation. What the hell? That couldn’t be right. She and Jude hadn’t even had sex. She was still a virgin, and here Tasha was, acting like she had some big reveal.

Lila blinked, momentarily stunned. "That’s not mine," she said, rolling her eyes.

Tasha raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Mmhmm, sure," she mumbled, tossing the test onto the counter. "Whatever you say."

Lila resisted the urge to throw the test back at her. Instead, she shook her head and brushed it off. "It’s a false positive. I’m still a virgin."

Tasha’s eyebrow shot up, clearly not believing her. "If you say so." She pushed herself off the doorframe and sauntered out of the room. "Anyway, the rest of us are ready to hit the clubs whenever you two are done with... this," she added with a flip of her hair before disappearing into the hallway.

As soon as Tasha was out of earshot, Jade turned to Lila, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Wait—are you actually still a virgin?"

Lila let out a sigh, leaning back against the sink. "Yes, Jade. I haven’t slept with Jude."

Jade gaped at her like she’d just revealed the most scandalous secret of the century. "Are you serious? But you two are so... together. How haven’t you climbed that tree yet?"

Lila laughed, shaking her head as she leaned against the sink. "Trust me, it’s not like I don’t want to. It just hasn’t happened yet. We’re... taking our time."

Jade scoffed playfully. "Girl, you need to get on that. Jude’s a whole damn tree, and you’re what, still admiring the leaves?"

Lila couldn’t help but laugh harder, Jade’s teasing melting away the brief tension from earlier. "Shut up," she said, pushing lightly at Jade’s shoulder. "We’ll get there."

Jade grinned, linking arms with Lila. "Well, when you do, I want all the details."

"Absolutely not," Lila replied, feigning horror, which only made Jade laugh louder.

"Come on, let’s get out of here. The others are waiting," Jade said, pulling Lila toward the door.

The two of them joined the rest of the group, and stepped into the cool London night as they headed toward the club. The air was buzzing with excitement, and despite the earlier awkwardness, Lila felt a sense of ease knowing she was with her best friend. She might have been caught up in her whirlwind with Jude, but nights like this reminded her how much she valued her time with Jade and the girls—even if some of them were a bit annoying.

Tonight was about Jade, and Lila was determined to make sure her friend’s birthday was unforgettable.

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Inside the club, the bass-heavy beats vibrated through Lila’s body as she grinned at Jade. The bottle of tequila in her hand sloshed as she tilted it towards her friend’s mouth.

"C’mon, birthday girl!" Lila yelled over the music, laughing as Jade tilted her head back, ready to take the shot straight from the bottle.

Lila held the bottle over Jade’s mouth, letting the clear liquid pour into her friend’s throat in a classic "driving the boat" move that had become iconic thanks to Megan Thee Stallion. Jade sputtered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing through the burn as she danced with her arms raised, the crowd around them cheering.

"Woo! You’re a pro at that!" Jade teased, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and excitement.

"What can I say? I learned from the best!" Lila winked as she placed the bottle back onto the table, giggling along with her best friend.

Jade spun around, catching sight of her other work friends on the dance floor down below. "I’m gonna dance with them for a bit! You coming?"

Lila shook her head with a smile. "You go ahead! I’m gonna get us some more drinks."

Jade bounced off, her hair swinging behind her as walked downstairs from their section, disappearing into the throng of people on the dance floor, while Lila called over a bottle girl to pay for more rounds. She leaned against the table, pulling out her card when, out of nowhere, Tasha appeared beside her, her lips twisted in that familiar judgmental smirk.

"Still drinking, I see," Tasha said, her voice laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. "Should you really be doing that, though? You know… since you're pregnant and all."

Lila's eyes snapped toward Tasha, her patience wearing thin. She had been trying to enjoy the night, but Tasha always found a way to ruin the mood. Lila took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm.

"I'm not pregnant," Lila said sharply, handing her card to the bottle girl.

Tasha crossed her arms, a look of mock innocence spreading across her face. "Oh please, Lila. Do you think I didn’t notice the way you freaked out when you saw the test earlier? It’s fine to be in denial, but you should be careful."

Lila turned toward her, her annoyance now bubbling over into anger. "Listen, Tasha, I don’t know what your problem is, but this shit isn’t cute. I don’t need your opinion on anything. So, here’s your choice: either enjoy the night like a normal person or take your ass home."

Tasha blinked, clearly taken aback by Lila’s tone. For a split second, it seemed like she might say something else, but instead, she rolled her eyes and moved away, sulking as she avoided Lila’s glare.

Lila clenched her jaw, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn’t let this ruin Jade’s night. When the bottle girl came back with the drinks, she found a spot to sit by herself, sipping at her cocktail and glancing at her phone.

I miss Jude, she thought. He was in Miami with Trent, Marcell, and the rest of the boys. Soon, however, they'd finally be reunited in New York City. The thought of seeing him again made her smile softly, her irritation with Tasha momentarily forgotten.

But as she sat there, the recent conversation about pregnancy tests lingered in her mind, making her think about her relationship with Jude. Almost everyone in her friend group had already had sex, and they talked about it like it was no big deal, sharing their experiences in loud whispers and excited giggles. It wasn’t that Lila wasn’t curious or interested—she was. And she knew that she and Jude shared a deep connection, one that felt intimate and real.

Sometimes, the fact that she was still a virgin at 19 felt like a heavyweight. She had experience, of course—she and Jude were rarely able to keep their hands off each other when they were together. They’d explored each other, teased each other, and shared intimate moments that left her breathless. But still, they hadn’t gone all the way.

Am I missing out? she wondered. There was no rush, she knew that. Jude had never pressured her, never made her feel like she had to do anything she wasn’t ready for, but with her friends talking about it so openly, and Jade telling her to "climb that tree," it was hard not to feel… left behind.

She sighed softly, staring into her drink. Lila was falling in love with Jude, and she knew they’d get there when the time was right, yet part of her couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to cross that threshold—to finally take that step with him.

As the night wore on and the club’s energy pulsed around her, Lila couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing at a crossroads. She wasn’t sure where she’d end up, but one thing was for certain: when the time came, she and Jude would face it together, just like they always did.

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The next morning, Lila found herself sitting at the brunch table, fighting the urge to throttle Tasha. She was this close—two seconds away—from dragging the girl out of the restaurant by her hair. But the last thing she needed was to create a scene that would end up plastered all over tabloids, her face splashed across social media with some dramatic headline about "Jude Bellingham’s Girlfriend Involved in Scandalous Brawl."

No, thank you.

So, Lila took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and forced herself to focus on Jade, who was sitting at the head of the table. Jade’s birthday brunch was supposed to be the highlight of the weekend—a sweet, low-key event with mimosas, pancakes, and avocado toast to ease them all back into some form of sobriety after the previous night's club antics.

But, of course, Tasha had already soured the mood.

"Oh my god, is this really the best place you could find, Lila?" Tasha said, wrinkling her nose as she glanced around the restaurant. "It’s so… basic."

Lila rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, which she was still wearing indoors to shield her from the blinding daylight. She could feel the headache coming on, and Tasha’s voice wasn’t helping.

Jade, bless her, handled it with grace, though. She smiled patiently, clearly trying to keep things light. "Well, I love it here. The food’s good, and they make killer Bloody Marys. Plus, it’s close by. And who doesn’t love pancakes?"

"Pancakes? Seriously? I thought we were doing something… I don’t know, more elevated," Tasha continued, her tone dripping with unnecessary judgment. "Like, maybe we should’ve gone to that place in Shoreditch—what’s it called again?"

Lila felt her nails dig into the palm of her hand beneath the table. For Jade’s sake, she reminded herself, only for Jade’s sake.

"If you hate it here so much, Tasha, you could always leave," Lila finally said, her tone pointed but calm, not even bothering to look up from her menu. "But I’m sure everyone else is fine with pancakes, so why don’t you stop being a buzzkill?"

Tasha shot Lila a venomous look but said nothing, choosing instead to huff dramatically as she flipped through the menu, the pages rustling loudly. Lila ignored her, focusing on Jade, who was now scrolling through her phone, giggling at something.

"Look at this meme Ryan sent me," Jade said, holding her phone out to Lila.

Lila smiled, glancing at the screen. It was some silly football meme, and she chuckled softly, her annoyance with Tasha easing just slightly. "He’s such an idiot," she muttered fondly. Her phone buzzed just as she spoke, and she glanced down at her screen to see a text from Jude.

Miss you, baby.

Lila’s heart fluttered at his words, and she quickly typed back:

Miss you too.

As she hit send, another message popped up, this time from Lewis:

How’s the brunch? Have an avocado toast for me. And tell Jade happy birthday.

She smiled at that, her brother always managed to check in on her even when he was busy with his race schedule. She quickly sent him a reply:

Brunch is fine, though you’d hate the company. Love you, though.

"Who’s got your attention?" Jade asked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her mimosa.

"Jude and my brother," Lila replied, sliding her phone back onto the table. "Jude’s in Miami, and Lewis is… well, being Lewis."

"Tell them I said hi," Jade said, popping a piece of toast into her mouth. "And that I’d love to see them again, you know, when you stop hoarding all the cool people in your life."

Lila laughed, taking a sip of her own mimosa. "I’ll pass that along."

As they waited for their food, Jade began opening her birthday gifts, her eyes lighting up with excitement at each package. Lila had gotten her a pair of strappy heels she’d been eyeing for months—classic, elegant, and perfect for Jade’s upcoming events. Jade squealed when she opened the box, her hands flying to her mouth.

"No way! Lila, I love these," Jade said, pulling the heels out of the box and admiring them. "You know me so well."

"Obviously,” Lila grinned. "I couldn’t let you buy them for yourself. Happy birthday, love."

As Jade continued opening presents from the rest of the group, Lila found herself checking her phone again, half expecting another message from Jude. Though she was having fun, a part of her missed him terribly. She scrolled through their recent texts, smiling at the playful banter they shared even when he was thousands of miles away.

It wasn’t that long until they’d reunite in New York, but the space between them felt larger than the Atlantic Ocean. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud exhale from across the table. She glanced up to see Tasha rolling her eyes again, now in response to one of the gifts—Jade’s coworker had given her a handmade necklace, something sweet and personal.

"Really? A necklace? We’re not teenagers anymore," Tasha muttered under her breath, loud enough for Lila to hear.

Lila’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. She didn’t say anything, though. She wouldn’t let Tasha ruin this for Jade, not today.

Thankfully, the food arrived shortly after, bringing with it a welcome distraction. Plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, avocado toast, and all manner of brunch delights were placed in front of them, and for a brief moment, Tasha’s criticism subsided as everyone dug in.

Lila glanced over at Jade, who was laughing with her work friends, clearly enjoying her day despite the subtle tension. That was all that mattered. Lila sent one last text to Jude before putting her phone away for good.

Can’t wait to see you in New York.

And with that, she pushed Tasha’s negativity aside, determined to enjoy the rest of the brunch for Jade’s sake.

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The moment Lila arrived in Birmingham, she realized that it was about to be more interesting than expected. What had started as a quick visit to see Jude’s family had turned into an opportunity for some additional one-on-one time with his mum, Denise. Originally, Lila had planned to fly out to New York City from London, but Denise had insisted on driving her to Birmingham's airport the next evening, and it hadn’t cost Lila too much to change her flight. It was obvious Denise truly liked her, and Lila couldn't deny how flattered she felt. But, at the same time, it was nerve-wracking—she’d never spent so much time with her boyfriend’s family on her own before.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, Lila made her way to the front door. As soon as it opened, she was greeted by a smile so familiar it made her heart ache in longing for Jude. Denise rushed forward, engulfing her in a hug that felt as warm and welcoming as ever.

"Lila Bila, we miss you!" Denise exclaimed, planting a few kisses on Lila’s cheeks. "Come inside, love!" Before Lila could respond, Denise called out to the house. "Jobe! Get out here to help Lila with her bags!"

Sure enough, Jobe appeared, wearing a T-shirt, basketball shorts, and Adidas slides over his socked feet. "Hey, Big Sis," he greeted, hugging her briefly before grabbing her luggage.

"Hi, Jobey," Lila responded, following him inside.

The Bellingham home was warm and inviting, much like its owners. The living room was cozy, with a large sectional sofa, family photos framed on every available surface, and a soft, worn rug that anchored the space. The kitchen, which opened up to the living room, was the heart of the home, full of warmth, light, and the scent of home-cooked meals. It had that lived-in feel, with stacks of mail on the counter, a fruit bowl that looked like it had been raided by hungry hands, and little knick-knacks from Jobe’s and Jude’s childhood days scattered here and there.

"You can sleep in Jude's room," Denise said over her shoulder as she led the way into the kitchen. Lila followed closely, stepping into the familiar scene of domestic chaos.

In the kitchen, Mark was sneaking a taste from a simmering pot on the stove. Denise quickly caught him in the act and swatted his hand away, a playful scolding on her lips. "Excuse you, are you sneakin' a taste?"

Mark chuckled, rubbing his arm where she’d smacked him. "Just making sure it’s perfect, love."

"Move before I cut off your fingers," Denise warned with a wink. Then she turned to Lila and added with a teasing smile, "Say 'hi' to your daughter-in-law, Mark."

The phrase made Lila’s heart race, a flush creeping up her neck. Daughter-in-law? She wasn’t used to hearing that, but it didn’t feel wrong.

Mark grinned at her, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, Lila. We’ve missed having you around."

Lila smiled warmly. "Missed you too. What’s cooking?"

"Curry goat," Denise replied, her Jamaican accent shining through. "Have you had it before?"

"Yeah, I’ve had it at a spot in West London. I love goat, but oxtails are my favourite."

"Spoken like a true Caribbean gyal," Denise teased, her eyes twinkling. "But my curry goat is the best. Now, we just need to pop over to the store to pick up the dessert, and dinner will be ready soon."

Mark leaned over to the pot again, earning another swat from Denise. "Mark, love, I want you to watch the goat. Not eat it."

"So another taste test, got it," Mark said with a mischievous grin, making Lila giggle.

Denise rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, Lila, let’s hurry up before he eats everything." Then, raising her voice, she called upstairs, "Jobe! Are you coming with us to Auntie Venetta’s?"

Lila raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Auntie Venetta?"

"She’s an old schoolmate of mine," Denise explained, pulling on her jacket. "Jobe and her daughter, Justine, are around the same age. And let’s just say Jobey’s got a bit of a crush."

"Oh, trying to set them up, huh?" Lila teased, laughing when Denise nodded knowingly.

"Yep. Every time Jobe sees her, he turns into a tomato. It’s adorable. Justine’s studying to be a teacher in Leeds."

"Leeds? That's not far from Sunderland," Lila noted, thinking about the short distance.

"Exactly," Denise said brightly. "And Jobey has his new flat there. He’s much more independent than Jude, so we don’t need to hover over him as much."

Lila laughed at the idea of Jobe being more independent than Jude. "Jude told me he’s thinking about getting Jobe a new car for his birthday. It’s wild how Jobe can drive, and Jude still can’t."

Denise chuckled. "I know, right? But we’ve finally signed him up for lessons. It’s about time."

Just then, Jobe, now dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, bounded down the stairs. "You lot talkin' trash 'bout me?" he grinned, looking between Lila and his mother.

"Not about you—about your brother," Denise corrected. "I’ve finally put Judey in driving lessons."

"Oh, thank God!" Jobe said dramatically, drawing out the words. "He’s so useless, Li. I don’t know how you put up with him."

"But he’s so fine," Lila responded cheekily.

"Ugh, gag," Jobe groaned, making a face. He headed for the front door, then suddenly grinned mischievously. "Shotgun!" And with that, he took off for his mother’s car, leaving Lila and Denise chuckling behind him.

As they settled into the car, Jobe slid into the front seat, still wearing his boyish grin. "Can I be on the aux, Mumzy?" he asked in the cutest voice.

Denise rolled her eyes as she reapplied her lip gloss in the rearview mirror. "None with cursing, alright?" she said, clipping her seatbelt into place.

Jobe grinned mischievously and scrolled through his phone before selecting a song. The soft melodies of Usher’s Confessions filled the car.

"I’ve never taken you for an Usher fan, Jobe," Lila teased from the backseat.

"Mum loves him," Jobe said with a grin. "Don’t you, Mumzy?"

Denise nodded. "I do. Missed his residency in Vegas, though, but your father better get us tickets when he performs at The O2 next year for our anniversary."

"As you should," Lila agreed. "I’m thinking of going to see Adele soon. Or maybe Raye. I could ask my brother for some tickets."

"Lewis knows Raye?" Jobe asked incredulously, before adding, "I mean, of course he does. Lewis knows everyone! Think he can hook me up with some Lakers courtside tickets?"

"Jobey!" Denise scolded, and Lila just shrugged, amused.

"I can ask him, but I hate asking for stuff…"

"He’s your brother, love," Denise said gently. "It’s okay to call in a favor or two. You’ve got people in your corner who love you."

Lila nodded, realizing just how right Denise was. Even though Lila prided herself on her independence, sometimes it felt good to lean on the people who loved and supported her.

"Venetta owns an amazing restaurant and bakery in Lozells," Denise continued as they drove through the Birmingham streets. "Her sweet potato pudding is the best."

"It’s like crack," Jobe added, earning him a scowl from his mum.

"What am I going to do with you, Jobe Samuel?" Denise sighed, shaking her head as Lila broke into laughter.

"Love me, obviously," Jobe said cheekily, winking at Lila through the rearview mirror.

Lila shook her head. "You’re lucky your mum’s got the patience of a saint."

As they arrived at Venetta’s restaurant, Denise expertly parked the car outside the modest brick building. The sweet aroma of spices and baked goods hit Lila as soon as they stepped out of the car, her stomach growling in anticipation. The restaurant was a cozy neighborhood spot, nestled on a corner with a sign that read Venetta’s Caribbean Kitchen. Lila noticed how charming the place looked from the outside, with potted plants and strings of fairy lights hanging above the entrance.

Inside, the warmth extended beyond just the food. The décor was simple but vibrant, with brightly painted walls adorned with murals of tropical landscapes. There were about five or six tables, and only a few people sat around, chatting animatedly in Jamaican Patois. The hum of conversations blended seamlessly with the reggae music playing softly in the background. Lila only caught snippets of the fast-paced language—enough to make out the occasional word, but it was clear everyone here felt right at home.

Venetta herself was behind the counter when they entered, her smile wide and welcoming. She was a stout woman with cocoa-colored skin and short salt-and-pepper hair wrapped in a colorful headscarf. Her dark eyes sparkled with warmth as soon as she spotted Denise.

"Eh-eh, Nisey! Long time mi nuh see yuh enuh!" Venetta exclaimed, her thick Jamaican accent rolling off her tongue as she embraced Denise. (Long time I haven’t seen you!)

"Mi deh yah! Yuh know how it guh!" Denise responded, laughing as they hugged tightly. (I'm here! You know how it goes!) The two women continued chatting in Patois, their voices filled with familiarity and affection. Lila, meanwhile, stood to the side, only catching bits of the conversation, but appreciating the melodic flow of their banter.

As Lila’s eyes wandered around the cozy restaurant, she caught sight of Jobe’s tall, lanky frame hunched over at the far end of the counter. He was leaning in, talking to a girl who Lila assumed must be Justine. Justine was petite, with curly hair that framed her face, her skin a rich caramel brown. She had a gentle smile, and even from where she stood, Lila could see the subtle glow of shyness that painted Justine’s cheeks as Jobe spoke to her. And the way Jobe stood nervously, told Lila all she needed to know; he was really digging her.

"Lila, come yasso," Denise called, waving her over. As Lila approached, Denise beamed, gesturing toward Venetta. "Ven, this is Lila. Jude's girlfriend."

Venetta’s eyes lit up as she examined Lila from head to toe, her gaze both sharp and warm. "What a pretty likkle gyal!" Venetta remarked, her voice playful as she nodded approvingly.

Lila laughed, slightly flustered, while Denise chuckled beside her.

Venetta tilted her head. "Suh yah Jamaican?"

Lila shook her head, smiling softly. "No, I’m Grenadian."

Venetta’s smile widened into a megawatt grin. "A Caribbean gyal dis time? Judey’s taste a get betta man," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. (A Caribbean girl this time? Judey’s taste is getting better, I see.)

Lila’s heart skipped a beat at "this time." Of course, Jude had girlfriends before her—that was normal. But now, curiosity buzzed in the back of her mind. Who was Venetta referring to? Lila had never asked about Jude’s past relationships. It didn’t seem necessary—she was his present, and that’s what mattered. Still, a part of her wondered if she should delve into that conversation with him, even if just to know.

"We shouldn’t even bring that girl up," Denise interjected, rolling her eyes with a hint of annoyance. "Besides, look behind you." She nodded toward Jobe and Justine, who were deep in conversation. Just as Denise had said earlier, Jobe was redder than a tomato, clearly flustered. His fingers tapped nervously on his phone, and Lila couldn’t help but grin at the sight—he was probably getting Justine’s number right now.

Venetta leaned in, whispering dramatically, "‘Tank yuh Gad." She cast her eyes upward in mock prayer. "Long time now him shoulda do him ting. Dem a fool roun’ fi too long now, Nisey." (About time, eh? They've been playing around each other for too long.)

Denise nodded in agreement. "Far too long. Fingers crossed, Ven." She smiled, and Venetta crossed both of her fingers for emphasis, earning laughter from both Denise and Lila.

"Hol’ on deh, mi aguh guh fi di cake, soon come," (Let me go get the cake.) Venetta said, heading down the counter. She paused briefly behind Justine, whispering a few words to her daughter and giving Jobe a playful nudge before disappearing into the back.

Lila watched the scene with a mixture of amusement and warmth. Jobe’s flustered expression, Justine’s soft smiles—it was all too cute. Jobe and Justine were interrupted when a customer called for Justine’s attention. Jobe stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly sauntered over to Lila, who couldn't help but grin as he approached.

She pinched his arm playfully. "So when should I plan a double date?"

"Come off it, Li," Jobe said, sounding so much like Jude that it made Lila cock her head slightly in surprise. "Jus and I are just gonna hang out."

"Ah… okay," Lila replied, her tone laced with disbelief. She wasn’t buying it for a second, but she decided to let it go for now.

Just then, Venetta returned with the coconut cake Denise had ordered. "Here yah go," she said, passing the box to Denise with a smile.

"Thanks, Ven," Denise replied, giving her a quick hug before they all said their goodbyes and headed back to the house.

Once inside, Denise stored the cake in the fridge and immediately washed her hands. Lila followed suit, ready to help plate the dinner. Together, they worked in harmony, setting out serving platters of curry goat, rice and peas, and fried plantains on the dining table.

As they sat down, Jobe’s hand instinctively reached for the spoon to scoop up some food, but Denise was quick to slap it away. "Not before grace," she scolded, her voice stern but filled with affection.

Mark led them in a brief but heartfelt prayer. "Amen," he finished, and Lila crossed herself out of habit, earning a curious glance from Jobe.

"You're Catholic, Li?" Jobe asked, breaking the momentary silence before his mother could shoot him a warning look.

Lila shrugged lightly. "Not really practicing, but yeah."

The conversation flowed as easily as the food was passed around. They discussed light-hearted topics, joked about Jobe’s antics, and Denise occasionally dropped tidbits of family stories. The curry goat was divine, and the aroma of spices filled the room. Lila couldn’t help but feel at home, even though her mind occasionally drifted to Jude.

After they devoured dessert, Denise suggested they all watch a movie together. Both Lila and Jobe politely declined—Jobe was eager to dive into his Fortnite session, while Lila wanted some quiet time to unwind and call Jude.

"Alright, you two go on then," Denise sighed, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

Lila followed Jobe upstairs as he led her to Jude’s room. "Here you go," Jobe said, pushing the door open with a grin. Lila’s bags had already been brought up, neatly set beside the bed.

"Thank you, Jobey."

"No problem, Big Sis," Jobe smiled then retreated to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Jude’s room was the perfect mix of a young man’s space and remnants of his boyhood. The bed was large and inviting, the covers a simple deep blue. The walls were decorated with framed jerseys, a few football-related posters, and pictures of him and Jobe as kids. The room felt lived-in but neat, just like Jude himself.

As Lila explored the room, she opened his closet and couldn’t resist grabbing one of his hoodies, pressing it to her face to inhale his familiar scent. It was comforting, reminding her of all the times she’d worn his clothes whenever they were together. But as she continued rummaging through the closet, something caught her eye. Tucked away on one of the top shelves was a stack of old magazines—Ebony Sistaz. Lila blinked, her curiosity piqued as she pulled one down and flipped through it. The pages were glossy and full of women with curvy bodies, their hips and thighs prominent in each photo.

"Interesting," Lila muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow at the realization that Jude apparently had a stash of old-school porn magazines.

Why didn’t he just use PornHub like a normal person?

She shook her head, amused, and returned the magazine to its spot on the shelf. She smirked as she thought about Jude’s obvious attraction to women with big butts. Considering how often he smacked hers, it all made sense.

After that little discovery, Lila plopped onto his bed and checked her phone, noting that it was almost 7 p.m. in Birmingham, which meant it was around 2 p.m. in Miami. Without hesitating, she hit the FaceTime button, and Jude answered on the first ring.

"Damn, you missed me, huh?" Lila teased, watching as Jude’s face appeared on her screen, looking all too comfortable.

"Real bad," Jude replied with a dopey grin. He lifted his phone slightly, showing her that he was lounging in bed. His hair was freshly trimmed, and he was shirtless, looking far too relaxed for the middle of the day.

"Why are you in bed? I thought you guys were out doing something?"

"Miami’s not really fun in the daytime, babes," Jude explained, chuckling. "Things only get good at night."

Lila laughed. "True. So what did you get up to this morning?"

"I went over to the Miami Dolphins training facility. Got in a few reps in the workout room with some of the players."

"Not bad," Lila nodded, impressed. "Stay in shape, Judey Bear."

"Always," he grinned with a wink. "I miss you so much, Li. Can’t wait to see you in New York."

"I miss you too, Judey Bear," she replied, her heart swelling at the thought of reuniting with him soon.

They talked a bit more about his plans for the rest of his trip. After they said their goodbyes, Lila gathered her towel, body wash, and other essentials for her night routine. She took a long, hot shower, wrapped her hair in a bonnet, and returned to Jude’s room, feeling refreshed. She slipped into her pajamas and spent the rest of the evening in bed, watching Love Island USA before drifting off to sleep, her thoughts lingering on Jude and their next adventure in New York.

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Lila sat in her pajamas on a wooden bench in the Bellingham’s garden, basking in the early morning sunlight as she FaceTimed her brother, Lewis. In Belgium, he was boarding a private jet, his summer break officially underway.

"Monaco first, then Paris for Miles’ tournament," Lewis was saying, his voice slightly distorted by the background noise of engines. “I’ll be there to cheer him on, and I think you’re joining for that too, right?"

Lila smiled and nodded. "Yep. Then what? More jet-setting?"

Lewis chuckled. "Well, after Paris, it’s Senegal, Benin, Madagascar, and Morocco."

Her brows shot up in amusement. "Amara tagging along for any of that?"

To her shock, the camera flipped, revealing Amara sitting across from Lewis, looking relaxed and effortlessly stylish as ever. Lila gasped softly, unable to hide her surprise.

"Hi, Lila," Amara chimed in, waving at the camera with a playful pout. "I’ll be in Paris, but I can’t make it to the rest of the trip, though."

"Hi, Amara," Lila responded. As the camera flipped back to Lewis, she tried to stifle her squeal.

Lewis grinned at her reaction. "Surprised?"

"You have so much tea to spill, Lewis!" Lila shouted, wide-eyed. "When did this happen? Since when are you in a relationship?"

It had been ages since her brother had a steady girlfriend. Nicole was the last one, and Lila was sure Lewis had all but sworn off dating until he retired from Formula One. Clearly, Amara had changed all that. After the little fiasco in Barcelona—which Lewis still owed her therapy for—she had decided to give Amara a fair shot. The woman was gorgeous, yes, but she had a brain too, something Lila rarely saw in the other models Lewis usually had time for.

"I know, I know," Lewis said with a grin, raising his hand as if to calm her down. "I’ll tell you all about it in Paris."

"You better!" Lila warned, though there was a smile on her lips.

Lewis leaned back, giving Lila a look before sighing. "I haven’t even told Mum and Dad yet. Let it settle a bit, alright? We literally made it official last night."

Lila’s mouth dropped open. "Oh my God. Last night?!" She shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, well… congrats. I’m happy for you."

"Are you?" Lewis raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing her.

"Yes! Jesus Christ, don’t be weird," Lila replied, rolling her eyes. "You needed a girlfriend, anyway. What man in his late 30s has no prospects? No kids?"

Lewis scoffed. "Yeah, no more Bridgerton for you." As if on cue, a stewardess approached him to confirm something, and Lewis turned his attention away briefly. "Alright, Peanut, we’re about to take off. I love you."

Lila’s smile widened. "Love you too, LewLew Bear."

Amara’s head popped back on the screen, her eyes wide as she sidled beside Lewis. "LewLew Bear? Oh, I am so using that."

"Please do," Lila said with a laugh. "Give him as much hell as I do."

Amara’s laughter echoed through the call, and Lewis shot his sister a warning look. "That’s enough, Li," he said, his grin softening the words as he waved goodbye.

Lila returned the gesture before hanging up. She sat back for a few moments, letting it all sink in. Her brother was dating again. Really dating. She never thought she'd see the day, but here they were. As much as she had teased him, she was genuinely happy for him. He deserved someone like Amara, someone who made him smile like that.

After taking a deep breath, she headed back inside for breakfast. The smell of something delicious greeted her the moment she stepped into the kitchen, and she smiled as she saw Denise and Jobe at the dining table.

"Morning, love," Denise greeted her warmly, placing a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a steaming cup of tea in front of her. "How was your call with Lewis?"

"Good," Lila said, sitting down and taking a sip of her tea. "Actually, I have some news—he’s got a girlfriend now."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Denise exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she sat down with her own plate.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Who is it?"

Lila grinned, pulling out her phone to open Amara’s Instagram page. She found a picture of Amara at a red carpet event, looking stunning as usual, and turned the screen to Jobe.

His jaw dropped. "Holy shit!" The bacon he’d been holding slipped from his fingers and fell onto his plate.

Denise shot him a sharp look and smacked his arm. "Language, Jobe!"

"What?" Jobe shrugged, sheepishly rubbing his arm as he picked up his orange juice. "Lewis always gets the baddies."

Lila rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re not wrong. One thing about my brother—he never misses when it comes to girls."

"Well, that may be," Denise chimed in, "but there’s more to a relationship than looks."

Jobe just shrugged again, taking another bite of bacon. "Still, though…"

As breakfast continued, they talked and laughed, catching up on life and enjoying the calm morning. Lila occasionally checked her phone, smiling at texts from Jude, who was still in Miami, and one from Lewis letting her know they’d just landed in Monaco. The warmth of family, coupled with the excitement buzzing through her about seeing Jude soon, made the morning feel just right.

After finishing their meal, Lila helped Denise clean up. They put away the dishes, and as Denise washed her hands, she asked, "So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Just relax for a bit, really," Lila replied. "Maybe organize my suitcase a bit before heading to the airport tonight."

"Well, we loved having you here," Denise said with a kind smile.

That warmth, that sense of belonging, filled Lila again. Spending time with the Bellinghams felt so natural, and even though it wasn’t her original plan to stay the night in Birmingham, she was grateful for the detour. Tonight, she'd be off to New York to reunite with Jude, but today, she could just enjoy being part of his family.

Jude leaned against the windowsill of the hotel room, gazing out at the stunning New York skyline as the sun began to dip behind the buildings, casting the room in soft hues of orange and pink. The glow of the city’s lights was nothing compared to the warmth radiating in his chest as he thought about what was coming next.

It had been a few days since he left Miami, and though hanging out with the guys was great fun—especially with Trent ducking out early to head to Barbados—Jude couldn’t shake how much he missed Lila. His mind kept drifting back to her, especially to the night after the Euros when she had comforted him. That moment had been a revelation for him. He'd already been falling for her, but that night, something clicked. He realized he loved her.

Jude left Miami a day early, making sure everything went off without a hitch. The plan was to make their time together in New York perfect—a time to express everything he’d been feeling, to tell her how much he loved her. He smiled to himself as he thought about how Lila would react to everything he had planned.

Just as he imagined, the moment she stepped into the room, her breath hitched. The space was decorated with heart-shaped balloons, rose petals scattered everywhere, and more roses filled vases around the room. A soft candlelight flickered, bathing everything in a warm glow. A stack of presents, neatly wrapped, sat on the bed, framed by even more petals. Lila stood in the doorway, speechless, her eyes wide with surprise.

Jude couldn't help but grin, watching her take it all in. She seemed so small standing there, a little overwhelmed by everything he had done. A dozen roses had greeted her in the chauffeur-driven car he'd arranged to pick her up from the airport. Now, as she looked at the room, tears started welling in her eyes.

"Don’t cry, Li," Jude murmured, stepping closer and wiping away a tear with his thumb. He bent down to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips. The taste of her salty tears mixed with the sweetness of the kiss, making him chuckle softly. "Babes, you’re killing me."

Lila giggled through her tears, gazing up at him with a teary smile. "Jude... This is... How did you even plan all of this?"

"I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been working on it for a while," Jude said, taking her hand and guiding her deeper into the room. "You’ve been doing so much for me, especially after everything with the Euros... I wanted to do something special for you."

She blinked up at him, her voice soft. "But how did you...?"

"I left Miami a day early," Jude confessed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Had to make sure everything was perfect before you got here. Got a little help from the hotel staff too, obviously."

Lila shook her head in disbelief, still smiling. "I can’t believe you did all this for me. You’re amazing, Jude."

Jude led her toward the bed and pointed to the neatly stacked gifts. "There’s more, by the way."

Lila’s eyes widened as she reached for the first box. It was small, delicately wrapped, and inside was a beautiful gold necklace with a pendant shaped like a heart. The next gift was a brand-new digital sketchpad, sleek and modern, perfect for her designs.

"Jude!" Lila gasped, running her fingers over the sketchpad. “This is... I don’t even know what to say."

"I figured you could use it for your work," Jude said, grinning proudly. "I remember you mentioning wanting one, so..."

Before Lila could respond, a soft knock came at the door. "That’s our dinner," Jude said, giving her a wink as he went to answer it.

The hotel staff brought in the food, setting up a small table by the window. The candles flickered as they placed down the silver-domed trays, revealing a beautiful spread of Lila’s favorite dishes. Lila sat down, still reeling from everything that had happened in the past hour.

Jude sat across from her, watching her in amusement. "You look like you’re in a daze."

"I kind of am," Lila admitted, shaking her head. "This is all... so much. I didn’t expect it."

"Well, get used to it," Jude teased, giving her a smirk as he beckoned her to come closer. "Actually, come here." He patted his lap. With a laugh, Lila got up and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jude picked up a forkful of food and held it up to her lips. "Open up."

Lila smiled, leaning forward to take a bite, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. "Mmm, that’s good."

Jude grinned, licking his lips as he watched her enjoy the meal. "I could get used to this," Lila mused, her eyes shining with contentment.

"Same," Jude agreed, his voice dropping slightly. "I missed you so much, Li. You don’t even know."

Lila’s face softened, and she leaned in to kiss him gently. "I missed you too, Judey Bear."

They continued their meal, talking about everything and nothing, with Jude occasionally feeding her bites of food. The atmosphere was perfect—intimate, romantic, just the two of them in their own little world.

When the meal was finished, Jude stood up, holding out his hand. "Come on, I have one more surprise."

Lila followed him into the bathroom, where the large bathtub had already been filled with steaming water and bath salts. Candles flickered along the edges of the tub, and the scent of lavender filled the air.

Jude smiled at her, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Let me help you."

His gaze never left her as he began to undress her, his hands steady but reverent. Though he had seen her naked countless times before, something about this moment felt different—more intimate. He started by gently pulling her shirt over her head with deliberate slowness. The shirt slid up her soft skin, revealing her pert, brown areolas peeking through the sheer lace of her bra. His breath caught slightly as the fabric finally came off, leaving her upper body bare. He loved every curve, every freckle.

Lila flushed under his intense stare, feeling the heat of his gaze as he moved lower, undoing the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs, and taking his time to let his fingers brush against her thighs. Each touch sent tingles up her spine, and though he had done this before, she could feel his adoration more profoundly tonight. Jude knelt in front of her, lifting her feet one by one as she stepped out of the jeans, standing there vulnerable, yet safe in his presence.

With a quick flick of his fingers, Jude unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts fully. His eyes darkened with a familiar hunger as he admired her pert nipples, now hardened from both the chill in the air and his lingering touch. His gaze wandered lower to her hips, where her panties were the last barrier between them. He slid them down slowly, savoring the moment as he revealed every inch of her.

"You're so beautiful, Lila," he murmured, standing up to meet her gaze. His fingers brushed her cheek as he moved in closer.

Lila’s breath hitched. "Jude…"

He smiled softly at her, quickly undressing himself, revealing the toned muscles she had memorized, yet somehow it felt new each time. With his clothes discarded, he reached for her hand, pulling her gently toward the steaming bathtub he had prepared.

She shivered slightly as her bare skin met the cool air, but the warmth of his hand anchored her. He stepped into the tub first, guiding her in after him. The water enveloped her, soothing and warm, as Jude settled behind her, pulling her back against his broad chest. She fit perfectly against him, their bodies molded together as the water lapped gently around them.

For a few moments, they sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the bath and the closeness of their bodies dissolving any lingering tension. Jude rested his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, fingers splayed against her stomach as if to keep her close.

"I love you, Lila," he whispered, his voice so soft it almost blended with the sound of the city.

Lila’s breath hitched again, but this time from the rush of emotion his words stirred inside her. She turned in his arms to face him, her eyes wide and shining. "You… you love me?"

Jude nodded, his smile warm and full of affection. "I do. So much."

Tears welled in Lila’s eyes, but they were tears of joy this time. She cupped his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones before she leaned in to kiss him. "I love you too, Jude."

Their kiss deepened, slow and tender, each touch of their lips filled with all the emotions they hadn’t been able to fully express in words. Jude held her close, his hands tracing patterns along her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the connection that ran deeper than anything he’d ever experienced before.

They stayed in the bath for what felt like hours, exchanging soft kisses and gentle touches. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of them, wrapped in their own bubble of peace and contentment. The warmth of the water held them in a gentle embrace, matching the warmth that spread through Jude’s chest as he realized just how deeply he loved her.

When the water began to cool, Jude reluctantly pulled away, standing up first and reaching down to help Lila out of the tub. He wrapped her in a thick, soft towel, drying her gently before grabbing another for himself. Once they were both dry, they slipped into bed together, the city lights filtering in through the window and casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies.

Jude pulled Lila close, wrapping his arm around her waist as she snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest. He pressed one last kiss to her forehead, letting out a contented sigh. For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect.

"I’m so happy right now," Lila whispered, her voice sleepy but full of warmth.

"Me too," Jude murmured, his hand gently tracing circles on her back as they drifted off to sleep, completely and utterly in love.

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The next few days in New York City were exactly what Jude needed—time spent with Lila, exploring the city, laughing, and just being together. It felt like the perfect break from the chaos of his career, especially after the emotionally exhausting summer following the Euros.

Jude had always been a goofball, and with Lila, he was even more comfortable showing that side of himself. On their first full day in the city, after a lazy morning at their hotel, they decided to visit a fabric shop that Lila had been dying to check out. Jude tagged along eagerly, wanting to see her in her element.

As they strolled through the aisles, Lila’s eyes lit up at the sight of different textiles—silk, cotton, linen, all neatly rolled up in vibrant colors.

"This is perfect for my next collection," she mused, gently running her fingers over a soft velvet fabric.

Jude grinned, nudging her playfully. "You know, I’d make a great model for your line. Think about it—Jude Bellingham, draped in couture. That’s got a ring to it, don’t you think?"

Lila burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Oh, sure. Maybe I’ll design you a velvet tracksuit or something."

Jude gave a mock serious nod. "Yes, I could pull that off. Velvet’s a good look for me.”

"Whatever you say," Lila teased, picking up another fabric to examine.

"Oi, rude," Jude chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "But seriously, Li, these are beautiful. You’re gonna do amazing things with this."

Lila’s smile softened as she looked up at him, touched by his support. "Thanks, Jude. It means a lot."

After their time at the fabric store, they grabbed ice cream from a vendor nearby. Jude insisted on getting the biggest cone possible, making a mess of it almost immediately.

"Look at you," Lila laughed, shaking her head as Jude tried to lick the melting ice cream before it dripped all over his hands.

"What?” Jude grinned, licking a smudge of ice cream off his thumb. "It’s good. Want some?"

Lila wrinkled her nose. “Not after you’ve licked it like that.”

Jude smirked, leaning closer. "Oh come on, I don’t have cooties. Here," he held the cone out to her, playfully trying to smear some of the melting ice cream on her cheek.

"Jude!" Lila squealed, dodging him and playfully swatting at his arm. “You’re such a menace.”

They spent the afternoon wandering through Central Park, visiting the zoo, and laughing at the antics of the sea lions and penguins. Jude couldn’t help but point out the similarities between one particularly lazy penguin and Trent, snapping a photo to send to him later.

The next day, they ventured into the city’s more unconventional attractions, including a trip to the Museum of Sex. The whole experience was both fascinating and hilarious, with Jude making cheeky comments about some of the exhibits.

"See this? I think we should try it," Jude whispered to Lila, his voice dripping with mischief as he pointed to a rather risqué exhibit about anal sex.

Lila gave him a horrified look. "Hell no! We are not doing that."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they moved to the next room. "You know I’m kidding, right? But, you know, if you ever change your mind…"

Lila rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible."

"Yeah, but you love it," Jude shot back with a wink, earning a laugh from her.

On their last night, Lila and Jude found themselves lying comfortably in the soft glow of the hotel room. The New York skyline was visible from their window, twinkling as the city buzzed beneath them. It had been a perfect few days—filled with laughter, love, and all the little things that made them feel closer.

Lila turned on her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Jude. "Tomorrow we leave New York," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "Back to England tomorrow night, and then to Bradford to watch Jobe’s last preseason game."

Jude nodded, stretching out beside her. "Yeah, back to reality. It’s been a nice break, though. Needed this time with you."

"Same," Lila agreed, brushing a thumb along his cheek. "I’m excited to see Jobe play, though. Oh, speaking of Jobe… he was talking to Justine."

Jude raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? He got her number?"

"Yep," Lila confirmed with a laugh. "I saw him talking to her when I was in Birmingham, and then later I heard he asked for her number. It’s cute."

"'Bout fuckin' time," Jude chuckled, resting his hands behind his head. "That’s interesting. I thought Jobe was more focused on football this season."

Lila tilted her head, giving Jude a pointed look. "So were you before we got together, mister."

Jude smirked, shifting to face her. "True, but I always wanted you, Li. I was just waiting for the right time."

Lila rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You didn’t even know me that well before Monaco."

"I knew enough," Jude insisted, his tone serious despite the teasing glint in his eyes. "I had a thing for you for months before that. I just needed a little push to actually talk to you properly."

Lila blinked in surprise. "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious." Jude sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow now. "I always knew you were endgame. I just didn’t know how to go about it without making it awkward. Thank fuck for Trent."

Lila let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "Trent is a good wingman, I’ll give him that."

Jude grinned, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "He really is. Got me the girl of my dreams."

Lila’s heart fluttered at his words. She leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You’re too smooth, you know that?"

"I try," Jude said, his voice low as he kissed her back, his hands resting on her waist. "But it’s the truth."

They stayed like that for a while, just talking and enjoying each other’s presence. Jude loved the way they could talk about anything, from football to family to their future together. It felt easy, natural—like they were meant to be.

"Have you told Trent how much you appreciate him playing matchmaker?" Lila asked with a grin.

"Oh, I’ll tell him. Maybe I’ll owe him one for the rest of my life," Jude joked, making Lila giggle.

As the night went on, they discussed their plans for the next few days—heading back to England, spending time with family, and then diving back into the whirlwind of their lives. But no matter how busy things got, Jude knew one thing for certain: Lila was the one, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

"I can’t wait for Jobe’s game," Jude murmured, pulling her close to him. "We gotta make sure to cheer loud for him."

Lila smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Of course. He’s going to love it."

They lay together, the soft hum of the city outside lulling them into a peaceful state. Jude kissed the top of Lila’s head, feeling grateful for these moments they shared.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Lila’s heart swelled as she nestled closer to him. "I love you too, Jude."

He tilted Lila’s chin up, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for any hesitation. Instead, he found only warmth and longing mirrored back at him. Jude leaned in, their lips brushing softly at first, a gentle exploration that sent shivers down Lila's spine. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface. His hand moved to cup her face, fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her with a passion that felt all-consuming.

Lila melted against him, her hands roaming over the expanse of his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips. She traced the contours of his body, memorizing every dip and curve, and she could feel him respond to her touch, his body growing taut with desire.

Jude shifted their positions, pushing Lila back against the soft sheets. He hovered above her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her beneath him, flushed and breathing heavily. She looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with mischief and affection, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips again.

Their kisses grew more urgent, lips moving together in perfect harmony, deepening with each passing moment. Jude's hands slid down Lila’s sides, fingers dancing over her hips before he grasped the hem of her oversized T-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her breasts, the soft curves that beckoned him closer.

Jude's lips traveled from lower, kissing a trail down her body that made her gasp with anticipation. Lila moaned and threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. When he reached the waistband of her shorts, he looked up at Lila for permission.

She nodded eagerly, aching for his touch. He slowly pulled off her shorts and panties, leaving her completely naked before him. His breath caught at the sight of her, the way she was looking up at him with such desire in her eyes.

He leaned down again, pressing kisses along the inside of her thighs before finally reaching his destination. He gently parted her folds with his fingers, teasingly brushing against her slick center as he planted soft kisses on her inner thighs before delving into her pussy.

Jude maintained eye contact, drinking in her reactions, each kiss and flick of his tongue eliciting more gasps and whimpers from her. Her legs trembled, and she squeezed them together instinctively, but he gently nudged them apart, eager to taste more.

Her hands tightened in his hair as he continued to work magic with his tongue. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension coiling within her until it finally snapped.

"Jude," she gasped out as she came undone beneath him.

He continued to lap at her pussy until she was writhing beneath him in pure ecstasy. Once she stopped shaking, he kissed his way back up her body, stopping to pepper kisses along her skin until he reached her lips again. He captured her mouth with his, their kisses merging sweet and sultry, filled with the heady aftermath of her orgasm.

Jude’s heart raced as Lila tentatively placed a hand to cup his erection, pulling him gently toward her center. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, and the way she bit her lip ignited a challenge in him. "You’re not ready for all that, Lila Bila," he said, trying to mask his own excitement with caution, but the warmth radiating from her was intoxicating.

"I am, baby," she replied, her voice steady yet sultry, causing him to sit back on his haunches. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken promises and the weight of their connection.

"Lila… we don’t—"

"I love you, Jude Victor William Bellingham... and I want you to be my first. I know what this means, trust me, and I want to… with all my heart." Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning, piercing through any hesitations he had held onto.

"Lila, babes…" he began, but she cut him off again, her gaze unwavering.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?"

Jude reared back, clearly shocked at her bluntness. The mixture of her boldness and vulnerability sent a thrill through him. "Of course I do, baby. I want to make love to you."

"Then do it." The smug smile on her face was irresistible, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

His mind raced, caught between desire and hesitation. He thought about how warm she felt against him, her skin like silk, radiating an energy that made his pulse quicken. He had dreamed of this moment, fantasized about making love to her, and now that it was within reach, he couldn’t deny the longing in his heart any longer.

Fuck it.

They were in NYC together for the perfect getaway that solidified everything between them. He was going to make love to his girl.

Jude felt a rush of protective tenderness wash over him as Lila’s gaze held his, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flickering in her eyes. He gently cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Are you sure, Lila? I want you to feel completely ready."

She nodded, her breath catching slightly as she held his gaze, determination mixing with the vulnerability in her expression. "I am, Jude. I trust you."

With a soft smile, he leaned in closer. Every part of him wanted to reassure her, to make this experience beautiful and unforgettable. He kissed her gently, tasting the sweetness of her lips, feeling her respond to him with a softness that made his heart race.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and steady.

"Okay," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. The certainty in her voice made his resolve strengthen as he kissed her deeper.

Jude's lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, eliciting small gasps from her as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as she arched into him. His hand slid down between her legs, feeling how wet she was for him, and he groaned at the thought of being inside her.

He paused for a moment, catching her gaze, silently asking if she was still with him. Lila’s half-lidded eyes locked onto his, her breath uneven as she nodded, urging him to continue.

Jude leaned back slightly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants, his heart pounded in his chest as he pushed them down, and his dick sprung free, the sight of her beneath him only intensifying his desire. Her eyes flickered downward briefly, then back to his face, her lips parting in a small smile.

"Be right back," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. He briefly left her, walking across the room to his bag, rummaging through it until his fingers wrapped around the condom.

He returned quickly, climbing back onto the bed, and he slid the condom on his length. The anticipation in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire as he moved back over her, pressing his lips to hers once again. His kiss was deeper this time, more urgent, as he positioned himself between her legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"I’m perfect," Lila whispered, her voice breathy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

With a soft, reassuring smile, Jude leaned in, and slowly began to push inside, feeling the warmth of her body enveloping him. Almost immediately, he met some resistance, the tightness of her body causing her to tense up beneath him.

Lila's eyes widened, her breath hitching as the sensation of intrusion took hold, unfamiliar and intense. "Breathe, babes," Jude whispered, his voice soft but steady as he paused, giving her time to adjust. "You’ll make it worse if you don’t relax."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she let out a shaky breath, trying to ease the tension building in her body. "Jesus Christ, Jude, you’re—"

Before she could finish, Jude slanted his lips against hers, silencing her words with a kiss, deep and filled with the tenderness he wanted to convey. He moved slowly, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him as he pushed in deeper, his dick throbbing with every inch.

His hand moved to her breast, massaging gently, hoping to distract her from the discomfort. The other hand braced against the mattress, steadying himself as he fought to keep most of his weight off her, wanting to be careful not to overwhelm her.

She let out a low moan against his lips as her body adjusted further. The tension was still there, but it was beginning to ebb as her body slowly welcomed him. Jude's head was swimming with pleasure and restraint, focusing on making this as easy for her as possible.

"You’re doing so good," he murmured against her lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, but he knew this was important—her first time. It had to be perfect, and he was going to make sure of it.

Lila let out another shaky breath, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he pressed in deeper, and slowly, her body began to relax. "Jude," she breathed out, her voice filled with both uncertainty and need.

He smiled against her lips, his hips moving carefully, kissing her softly as he continued to push forward, filling her inch by inch. Her body responded eagerly, her hips rising to meet his with a desperate need that made his heart swell with pride.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough, a hint of desire lacing his words. "Just like that… you’re so tight, fuck."

Lila moaned in response, her hands clutching at his back, urging him closer. She had never felt anything like this before, the pleasure coursing through her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced. He could feel her growing more confident, her movements becoming more purposeful as she learned what felt good for both of them

"You like that, baby?" His breath was hot against her neck as he pressed kisses along her skin, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. "You’re taking this dick so well... so fucking perfect."

Lila could only moan in response, her mind hazy with pleasure. The sound of his dirty words, the feeling of him so deep inside her—it was intoxicating. "Jude… oh God, Jude," she gasped, her body trembling beneath him as her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He shifted slightly, pushing deeper, feeling her walls tighten around him, and he groaned, his control slipping as he fought to hold back. "Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that."

"Don’t stop," she breathed, her voice shaky, but her need was evident in the way her body responded to him. "Oh god," Lila gasped as she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body. She clung onto Jude tightly as he continued to move with expert precision.

Jude could feel Lila’s body trembling beneath him, the heat and tightness of her driving him wild as he thrust deeper, losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies. His hand moved from her breast to grip her hip, holding her firmly in place as his lips found her ear again. Her breathing was erratic, her moans turning into soft cries of pleasure.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he whispered roughly.

"I… I—" Lila’s breath hitched, her entire body trembling as the pressure inside her built to a peak, the sensation overwhelming.

"Come for me," Jude commanded, his voice filled with urgency and raw desire as he quickened his pace slightly, pushing her closer to the edge. "Let go, Li."

His words sent a surge of heat through her, and Lila’s body responded without hesitation. A moan tore from her throat, her back arching as her orgasm crashed through her, waves of pleasure rolling over her in intense, dizzying bursts. "Oh my God, Jude!" she cried, her legs tightening around him, her body spasming as she clung to him.

"That’s it, baby," Jude groaned, his voice rough as he felt her pulsing around him, the sensation nearly pushing him over the edge.

Lila’s moans turned into gasps as her body shuddered, lost in the overwhelming sensation of her release. The sensation was too much for Jude to handle and he followed soon after, both of them reaching their high together.

"Fuck," he groaned, holding her close and kissing her deeply as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her quivering beneath him.

As Lila stood next to Jude in the stadium, her mind wandered back to their time in New York City, replaying the intimate moments they shared. The closeness she felt with him now, after losing her virginity, was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. There was a newfound intimacy between them, a sense of being in sync that hadn’t been there before. She felt more confident in their relationship, and with that came a quiet pride. Jude had been patient, loving, and everything she needed him to be, which only deepened her feelings for him. The memory of him murmuring her name, touching her with care—it made her feel like she belonged to him in a way that was beautiful, not possessive.

Now, here they were in Bradford, cheering on Jobe as Sunderland played Marseille. The game ended in a draw, and the crowd's energy began to settle. Lila smiled as she watched Jude cheer for his little brother, clapping his hands and shouting, “Good game, Jobey!” There was something heartwarming about seeing Jude so proud of his brother. The bond between them was obvious, and it made her feel closer to Jude too, like she was becoming more a part of his world.

Jobe, instead of heading directly to the corridors with his team, lingered by the barrier, talking to a girl. Jude noticed and pointed him out. "Look at ‘em, straight mackin’ it." he teased with a grin.

Lila squinted at the girl Jobe was chatting with, and suddenly her heart jumped. "That’s Justine," she said, disbelief in her voice. Jude scoffed, clearly dismissing her observation.

"No, it ain’t. Probably some Bradford gal," he replied, but Lila wasn’t convinced.

"No, I swear it’s Justine. Are you blind or something?" she nudged him playfully, a hint of irritation creeping in.

Mark, who had been talking to Denise, paused and squinted too. "Shit, isn’t that Justine?" His father’s comment made Lila smirk and stick her tongue out at Jude.

"Dad, that’s not Justine," Jude said, shaking his head. "I’m telling ya, it’s some Bradford gal. Jobe has girls all over England." He whispered the last part, thinking he was being sneaky, but Lila still managed to hear, earning a quick glare.

"Jobe isn’t like that!" she retorted, defending the innocent image she had of him, but Jude and his dad exchanged knowing looks that made her question things. "You’re kidding me," she sighed, feeling her idealized image of Jobe starting to crack.

"Told ya Jobe’s not as innocent as you may think," Jude added, clearly amused, but Lila didn’t want to let go of her sweet, goofy perception of Jobe. He was slightly taller than Jude but still had this endearing quality about him that made her think of him as a little brother too. The idea of him out here, potentially having sex—it was almost too much for her to believe.

Denise, who had been absorbed in her phone, suddenly looked up. "Judey, we may have to go back to Madrid early for—wait, is that Justine?" She squinted at the field, her eyes widening as she finally recognized the girl. "Oh my goodness, it is her!" she gasped, quickly reaching for her phone. "I have to text Venetta."

"Mum, that’s some Bradford gal, not Jus—" Jude started, but then the Jumbotron camera panned to Jobe, who was signing a kid’s jersey. Standing next to the gaggle of kids was the girl, and sure enough, it was Justine. "What the fuck is she doing here?" Jude muttered, clearly taken aback.

"Clearly meeting up with Jobey," his mum said matter-of-factly, her tone filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Well, this certainly escalated," Lila chimed in, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth as she watched the scene unfold. Jobe, now waving to the fans, finally turned and headed down the tunnel to the showers.

"Lil’ mutt’s got a girlfriend now?" Jude shook his head, still processing it. "Can’t believe he lied to me 'bout focusin' on football. Lil’ shit."

Lila turned to him, gently caressing his arm. "Jude, are you really upset?"

"A bit, yeah… we tell each other everything," he admitted, a small frown tugging at his lips.

"Everything?" Lila arched an eyebrow, emphasizing the word as she looked at him knowingly.

"Yeah," Jude nodded, still preoccupied with the idea of Jobe keeping something from him.

"Well, maybe he’s waiting to tell you. Things happen fast on our end, I can only imagine Jobe’s life." Lila’s voice was soft, reassuring. She understood Jude’s bond with his brother and why it might sting that Jobe hadn’t confided in him.

"I guess so," Jude sighed, leaning into her touch. He smiled faintly, though the shock hadn’t completely worn off. Lila couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Jobe couldn’t believe she’d actually shown up. When Justine texted back, agreeing to come to his last preseason game, he figured she was just being nice. He hadn’t expected her to actually make the trip out to see him play. But there she was, standing by the barrier after the game, a smile tugging at her lips as she waved. He tried to keep his cool, but inside, he was buzzing.

It hadn’t been part of his plan to get involved with any girls this season—he was determined to focus solely on football. No distractions. He wanted to get better, to push himself, especially now that he was stepping up and making a name for himself, just like Jude. With all the endorsements coming his way and the demands of training, Jobe was committed to taking his game to the next level. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get caught up in any relationships, unlike Jude, who dove headfirst into love with Lila. No offense to her—she was basically like a sister to Jobe—but having a girlfriend right now felt like too much. He valued his freedom, the chance to live his life without being tied down, and there wasn’t going to be anything that made him give that up.

But Justine… she was different. Chill, low-maintenance, and upfront about what she wanted. She had been honest from the start—she wasn’t looking for a relationship either, just something casual to help ease the stress of her studies and upcoming teaching placement in Leeds. Jobe respected that. It was exactly what he needed, too. Someone who wouldn’t demand too much from him but still had enough going on to keep things interesting.

As he changed into his team’s tracksuit and said his goodbyes to his teammates and coaches, Jobe felt a little more at ease knowing he had an off-week before returning to Sunderland for training. Just enough time to meet up with Justine again later tonight. He was looking forward to it, but he also knew how to keep things light—no commitments, just fun.

Outside, he spotted his parents, Jude, and Lila all looking around as if they were searching for someone else. He waved a hand in front of them. "Literally right here," he said with a smirk. "What are you lot lookin' 'round for?"

"Nothing, Jobey, let’s go eat," his mum replied, brushing off the moment. Justine was long gone, likely already on her way home. They piled into their cars and headed to a nearby restaurant. Jobe was about to follow when Jude stopped him.

"Wanna talk?" Jude asked, nodding toward a quieter area. "I’ll be right in, Li," he added to his girlfriend, and Lila followed their parents inside.

Jobe chuckled, knowing this conversation was coming. Jude’s rising fame meant they had to be careful where they went, even when having casual chats like this. "What's up, mate?" Jobe asked, acting casual, though he could tell from Jude’s expression that his brother had something on his mind.

"You fuckin' Justine?" Jude said bluntly, cutting right to the point.

Jobe shrugged, a smug grin creeping onto his face. "Maybe."

"Big Bellingham in the fuckin’ play!" Jude nudged him, a grin of his own forming. "I thought you were focusin' on football?"

"Not so much to become a fuckin' monk, JB." Jobe rolled his eyes, laughing as Jude crossed his arms.

"Li told me you got her number. 'Bout fuckin' time, you were pinin' for her long enough."

"Not pinin'," Jobe corrected. "More like lustin'. It's different."

Jude snorted. "Right, right. She’s a cool girl, though. You could do worse for a casual thing."

"She is. And besides, our families trust each other. If anyone’s gonna be a chill FWB, it’s her. No drama."

"She got fine, hadn’t she?" Jude added with a teasing grin.

"Finer," Jobe corrected, then shot Jude a look. "And don’t you have a girl? I can’t wait to tell Li that you're checkin' out other girls."

"Won't mean a thing. I have eyes just like everyone else, but Li’s forever. Doesn’t matter," Jude said nonchalantly. "Besides, you should see her when she reacts to Michael B. Jordan. She goes feral."

Jobe shook his head, laughing. "You’re really gone, aren’t you?"

"Yeah, she’s wifey," Jude admitted, that dopey smile spreading across his face.

"Just hold off on the wedding and babies, okay? You’re barely in your twenties."

"Oh, I know. I may do some crazy shit, but I’m not stupid. No wedding or babies until I’m at least twenty-eight."

"Fuck, mate," Jobe muttered, shaking his head at his brother’s antics. He admired Jude’s commitment but didn’t want any part of it for himself—at least not yet. Football was his priority, and freedom came with it. Still, Jude had his path, and Jobe respected that.

"You meetin’ up with her later?" Jude asked, his voice dropping. Jobe nodded, and without hesitation, Jude dug into his pockets and handed him two Magnums. "For later."

Jobe scoffed but took the condoms anyway. "Thanks, I guess."

"Of course, gotta make sure my lil’ bro isn’t being stupid and end up with ten baby mummas," Jude said, slapping Jobe on the back. "Let’s head inside before Mum starts raising hell."

The two of them walked back toward the restaurant, knowing all too well that their mother didn’t have the patience for them being missing in action, especially when food was involved. But Jobe felt a little lighter now, knowing he could enjoy his off-week with Justine. Just the way he wanted it.

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A couple of hours later, Jobe said his goodbyes to his family, slipping into his car and making the short drive to Leeds. The address Justine had given him earlier led him to a quiet, residential neighborhood—a mix of brick row houses and modern flats tucked away in a peaceful part of town. The street was dimly lit, with tall trees lining the sidewalk, their leaves rustling gently in the night breeze. As Jobe parked his car, he grabbed his duffel bag and a bag of leftovers from the restaurant, making his way to Justine’s front door.

He rang the bell and waited, feeling a buzz of anticipation in his chest. The door swung open moments later, and there stood Justine, looking far too tempting for his liking. She was wearing a snug baby tee that clung to her curves, with a pair of shorts that were so short they barely covered the bottoms of her ass, leaving her toned legs on full display.

Jobe couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her. "What’s up?" he said, his voice dropping low.

"Nuttin,''" she replied in that sweet voice of hers, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Come in." She stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Jobe followed her inside, his eyes glued to the way her hips swayed as she led him to her flat. It was cozy, with soft lighting, potted plants in the corners, and a minimalist setup—just a few pieces of furniture and some personal touches, like a stack of books on the coffee table and framed photos on the wall. It smelled faintly of vanilla, and the atmosphere felt intimate, private.

"You got any flatmates?" Jobe asked, glancing around the place.

Justine shook her head. "Nope. We’re all alone," she said as she closed the door behind them.

Jobe smirked, shrugging off his hoodie and letting it fall to the floor before dropping his duffel bag next to it. He stepped closer to her, holding up the bag of food. "Brought you somethin'. You like pasta, right?"

Her eyes, heavy with lust, roamed over his frame beneath the tight white t-shirt he wore, taking in the broadness of his chest and the strength in his arms. "Yeah," she murmured, her gaze flicking back up to meet his. She smiled, teasing him slightly. "You brought me food, eh?"

"Of course," Jobe replied, getting closer until he was towering over her, boxing her in between his body and the radiator behind her. "Can’t just fuck you. Gotta feed you too. Mum raised me right."

Justine laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Big ups to Auntie ’Nise."

"Mmmhmm," Jobe murmured, his voice deep and thick with desire, just before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. He dropped the bag of food onto a nearby end table, his hands quickly finding her waist. With a small yelp from her, he lifted her off the ground, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jobe groaned against her lips, the heat between them building fast. "Where’s your bedroom?" he muttered, his voice rough.

"We’ll make our way to it," Justine whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Jobe chuckled at her response—there was something incredibly sexy about the way she was playing it, making him want her even more.

Instead of rushing to the bedroom, he carried her over to the sofa, gently laying her down before climbing on top of her. Their lips crashed together again in a feverish kiss, hands wandering and tugging at clothes. Jobe pulled off Justine’s baby tee in one swift motion, revealing her bare chest beneath.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with playful teasing. "Bad, bad girl. No bra?"

Justine smirked, but before she could respond, Jobe dipped his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. Her breath hitched, and she arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked his mouth against her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.

Justine's breath hitched, and her back arched as Jobe's mouth worked against her bare skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close as his tongue swirled over her breast, sending sharp tingles through her body. His hands, rough from years of football, slid down her sides, grabbing hold of her hips as he kept her pinned beneath him.

"Jobe…" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

He didn’t answer, only hummed against her skin, the vibration sending a shiver through her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and Justine’s grip tightened, her nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Her legs fell open slightly, and Jobe’s hips pressed against her, feeling the heat between them growing more intense with every second.

"You're drivin' me crazy," Justine managed to say, her head tilting back as her body moved instinctively beneath his touch.

Jobe lifted his head slightly, his lips curving into a smug grin. "Good," he said, his voice low and teasing. He dipped his head again, planting soft, teasing kisses along the curve of her breasts, down her stomach, all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. "That's the plan."

His hands moved down, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, tugging them off in one smooth motion. Justine bit her lip, watching him intently. She reached up and traced her fingers along the strong line of his jaw, pulling him back up to kiss her again, her lips eager against his. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, the room filling with the sound of their breath, quick and shallow.

Jobe kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips before pulling back just enough to look down at her. "Still want this?" he asked, his voice husky but with a hint of playfulness in his tone, knowing full well what her answer would be.

She rolled her eyes, smirking. "What do you think?"

With a laugh, Jobe leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again. "Just makin' sure," he murmured before pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hands roamed her body freely now, every touch igniting a new fire between them. He kissed down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone as his fingers slid lower, teasing along the waistband of her panties.

"You're too damn good at this," Justine breathed, her voice a mix of frustration and desire as he continued to tease her.

Jobe chuckled, his fingers finally dipping below the waistband of her panties, eliciting a soft gasp from her as he removed them. "Told you, Mum raised me right."

Justine laughed softly at that, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I'm gonna have to thank her later," she teased, her breath catching again as his fingers found exactly where she needed him.

Jobe grinned against her skin, feeling her body react to his touch. "You should," he whispered, his fingers moving slowly, teasingly, while his lips continued to explore her neck and shoulders. The tension between them built with every subtle movement, every breath that became more uneven.

Justine’s hips arched toward him involuntarily, her body practically begging for more. "Jobe," she gasped, her hands tightening around his biceps. Her mind was a haze of need, and the teasing was driving her mad.

He raised his head, their eyes locking as he pressed his body closer, his fingers slipping deeper, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. "Tell me what you want, Justine," he murmured, his voice low, gravelly.

"You know what I want," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Jobe’s smirk grew as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Say it."

"God, Jobe," she moaned, her breath catching as his fingers worked her slowly, deliberately. "I want you."

Hearing those words flipped a switch inside him. He pulled his hand from her and tugged off his tracksuit bottoms and boxers. Reaching for his duffel bag, Jobe fished out one of the condoms Jude had given him earlier. He quickly tore the packet open, rolling the condom over himself with ease, the anticipation thick in the air between them.

"You sure?" he asked, a flicker of concern in his voice, despite the raw desire etched on his face.

Justine smiled, reaching up to pull him down to her. "I’m sure," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him again, harder this time, her body arching into his.

With that, Jobe positioned himself between her legs, pressing against her, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her. The sensation made them both gasp, their bodies melding together as the tension broke, replaced by pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Justine moaned softly, her hips moving with his, finding a rhythm that matched his pace. Jobe leaned down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin as he thrust into her, each movement driving them both closer to the edge.

Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other. The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breaths, the quiet moans that slipped from Justine’s lips, and the steady, rhythmic sound of their bodies moving together. Jobe’s focus had shifted entirely now—he wasn’t thinking about football, endorsements, or the stresses of his life. Justine was the only thing in his world at that moment, and the feeling of her beneath him, responding to his every touch, was all-consuming.

"Jobe..." she whispered, her voice breathy as she felt herself nearing her peak.

He groaned in response, quickening his pace, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he felt her body tremble beneath him. "I got you," he breathed, his voice deep and husky.

Justine’s body tensed, her back arching as she finally reached her climax, a soft cry escaping her lips. Jobe wasn’t far behind, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep into her one last time, his body shuddering in pleasure.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathing heavily, their bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow. Jobe pressed his forehead to hers, his heart pounding as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Damn..." Justine muttered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as he hovered above her. "That was..."

"Yeah," Jobe said with a small chuckle, still slightly breathless. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, savoring the lingering taste of her.

As they lay there, limbs tangled together on the sofa, Jobe’s mind wandered briefly back to his initial plans—to focus solely on football this season, to avoid getting wrapped up in relationships like Jude had with Lila. But as he glanced down at Justine, her eyes closed, a content smile on her face, he couldn’t help but feel like maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It wasn’t love, but it was easy.

"Hungry?" he asked after a moment, breaking the silence.

Justine opened one eye, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Didn’t you already feed me?" she teased, her voice still soft with satisfaction.

Jobe laughed, rolling off her and sitting up. "I meant the food I actually brought," he said, gesturing to the bag he’d left on the table.

"Well, in that case..." Justine sat up, reaching for her baby tee. "Yeah, I’m starving."

Jobe smiled, pulling her close to kiss her one more time before grabbing the bag of food. He couldn’t help but think that maybe this arrangement—casual, stress-free—was exactly what he needed right now.

THE END....

.........sike....epilogue coming soon.....

[thewidowsledger]

Natasha who is a beefy hunter accidentally turned into a bear by witch reader when reader is out and about in the forest. And now she's a small grizzly, snotty, clumsy, losty, stinky, clingy Tasha bear who follows reader everywhere. No smut, PURE FLUFF (⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)

Should I write it? Or should I not?

[gayerthanevertbh]

labyrinth

pairings: older!natasha x young!reader

warnings: g!p natasha romanoff, oral sex, cum swallowing, and dirty talk - MINORS DNI.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: i want to make this a series but i don’t know yet, i want to hear your opinion on this one shot first before i do anything else. i hope you enjoy reading!

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“Wanda and I agreed that we won’t see anyone until the divorce finalizes,” Natasha said with a sniffle, wiping her tears away from her eyes. Her therapist, Nora, only nods while soothing the woman’s back out of comfort. “S-She will be leaving my house once everything’s done.”

“Do you have a child with Wanda?” Nora asked her quietly; the woman shook her head. It was a relief for Natasha since it would’ve been a lot harder if they ever had a child – and they couldn’t have a child.

They just couldn’t, no matter how much Natasha wanted to.

“No.”

“Everything will be sorted out,” she tells her with a convincing voice, a voice that tells Natasha that everything will be fine when it won’t ever be fine. She soothes again, “You just need a lawyer, okay? Once you do, then we can go to court. Does Wanda have a lawyer?” the other woman nodded. “I see, well I have to give you some phone numbers that you could talk to, they’re the best in this state. Please contact them as soon as you get home.”

“What if I’m still in love with her?” Natasha sobs out, rubbing the back of her hair with so many questions and whys in her head. Why? Why did you cheat on me? Why ME? Why does it have to be like this? Is he better at fucking you? Does he have a lot of money? Why, why, why?

“You could never out-love someone, Natasha.”

Nora was right; she could never just out-love Wanda – how can she? Wanda was her first love, it was merely impossible at this point.

“I wish she never did it,” she mumbles, staring at the ground as more tears streamed down her face. Natasha felt angry, confused, and conflicted. One moment, she wanted to beg for her love and now all she could see was fire and red at the same time; Wanda was flammable, she was toxic for Natasha’s thirst; a venom. She grips her gray buttoned-up shirt and mumbles again with a seething tone, “I wish I could kill her. I wish she could die in a car crash so that I won’t have to think about her again.”

“Let it all out,” Nora said. “Just let it all out, Natasha.”

And she did.

hey tash, can i go to your place real quick? wanda is asking me to get some of her clothes. i think she’s going on a date.

Oh. Yeah, sure. You could stay for a bit if you want, I’m on my way home anyway.

where were you?

I went to see my therapist, Y/n.

i’m sorry, i just wanted to know how you’re doing. my sister is really unforgivable in this situation, I'm sorry you had to go through that tasha.

Can we talk more when I get there? I actually want to give you something :)

yay! what is it?

Just wait in my living room, I’m almost there.

Okay!

As I waited patiently in her living room, I thought about the brighter times when Natasha and Wanda were happy together. This home used to be so full of laughter and happiness that I couldn’t even begin how beautiful this home was. Now, it’s just quiet and lonely; tragic and sorrowful. Her plants at her door area were wilting, and her big living room lamp was broken; I could only see the metal rod was bent. This home is lonely, too lonely and quiet – I felt awkward staying on her couch.

“Been waiting for me?”

I turned around and saw Natasha bringing bags of groceries (she only brought two and they looked light) as she strode into the kitchen area, where she dispatches the things she needed for her refrigerator. I immediately stood up and followed her, giving me an instinct that I should help her out.

“Let me help you, Tash–”

“Go sit back down Y/n,” she said, smiling tightly at me. “I got this, okay? I’ll bring you a glass of apple juice, I can handle this.”

I sat back down and waited for her. Once she was finished, she walked back and sat down beside me, placing two glasses of apple juice on the wooden coffee table that she built for Wanda a few years ago. I could still remember the look on my sister’s face when Natasha gave her this table.

And now, the table looks depressing, as if a flower is wilting.

“I’m happy that you’re here,” she said with a smile; bringing the rim of her glass to her lips. “You know, I was supposed to ask you to come over so we could watch a movie together.”

“I’m glad we’re still close,” I said, holding the glass in both of my hands. “I know Wanda has been… irresponsible with your marriage, but I’m happy that you still choose to talk to me even though I’m her sister.”

“I mean, I’ve known you ever since you were just a little girl,” a chuckle came from Natasha’s lips. “And now you’ve blossomed into this… beautiful girl. Your mother has raised you well.”

“I guess you could say that.”

As we exchanged laughter, we clinked our glasses together and drank from them simultaneously. I was about to stand up when I felt her hand on my knee, suddenly pulling me to sit back down out of instinct.

“Is there anything you need?” I asked Natasha quietly.

She shakes her head. “Not really, I really could use some company right now.”

“How’s your therapy session? Did it go well?”

“Nora was alright,” she answered, leaning against the back of the couch. “I guess it helped a bit. I still want to murder your sister, that’s for sure.”

“I totally understand if you do,” I said. “She has been nothing but an ass lately.”

“She’s more of an ass than me?” quirked Natasha, raising her left eyebrow and looking at me with those damn hooded eyes – I could’ve sworn she was slightly flirting with me. Natasha Romanoff was known to be a jackass, an adult who likes to be an asshole for the laughs and giggles. But lately, she’s been vulnerable; helpless; hazed with anger. I could hardly blame her for being this angry with my older sister, Natasha has done nothing but treat Wanda as if she was the love of her life.

And maybe that’s why I get a little insecure whenever I see them together because I’ve always had a small crush on Natasha (that I still hope she doesn’t have an idea that I do have a crush on her) and maybe that’s a little unfortunate for me since there was no percentage of us being together or having that kind of fling where I could say that woman feels for me the same way I do.

It was merely impossible.

“You could say that.”

Natasha scoots closer to me until both of our thighs touch. After placing her glass back on the table, she yawned as the day began to clear. I try to think of other words to create a conversation with her; nothing comes across my head.

Finally, she asked: “How’s school? When will you be graduating?”

“In a few months,” I answered, fidgeting with my fingers.

“What university will you be going to?”

“Probably in New York so I could stay closer to Pietro.”

“And Wanda? Will she be in New York?”

“No, she’ll be staying here,” I replied. There was a look of relief on Natasha’s face that I can’t distinguish – it’s hard to tell whether she was satisfied with that information or not. I was about to ask why until she said, “I’ll be in New York for a couple of years, you know, to get away from this fucking madness.”

“I understand,” I said. “When will you be moving?”

“Once I finalize my divorce with Wanda, then I will go,” she replied, prompting her elbow on the couch and using her free hand to support her head. She was beautiful like this, natural and calm. It was short, really short. It’s almost as if she was pulling out “revenge hair” as her hair darkens, leaning on a brown color – which suits her perfectly well. Needless to say, she was beautiful; eye-catching.

I nodded deeply and looked away. But I felt her thumb and index finger holding my chin, turning me to look at her again; almost gazing at her. I dug my hands in between my thighs, and almost whimpered when her lips were close to mine.

She was about to kiss me, she was going to kiss me.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“I-I have,” there was no reason for me to lie there, I simply have been honest with her ever since I walked into this house. There was a slash of disappointment plastered on her face, but immediately went away when she looked down at my gaped mouth. I was breathing hard, almost in an embarrassing way. If she kisses me now, I wouldn’t able to resist. What if I was a rebound? Who cares, I wanted her lips to kiss mine so that I could never–

“Let me kiss you?”

I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound–

“Yes.”

She didn’t waste time and pressed her mouth on mine, almost shuddering when both of our lips are being touched. Her lips were warm, and I could tell she was scrunching her eyebrows together. When her hand went behind my back and roughly pulled me closer to her, the spark between us went away. I almost yelped out of shock. But then, something eased on her – like a person telling her that I was a delicate little girl that was fragile, and she kissed me slowly but in a sloppy way.

Natasha pulls away with a string of saliva on both of our lips. “Your lips are so soft,” she murmured.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

She shakes her head, and pecked on my bottom lip so gently – I could hardly feel her lips. She used her other hand to stroke my jaw and whispered, “Wanda isn’t here, baby…”

“But you’re still married–” I moaned quietly when her lips were on my neck, kissing my skin with hunger while wrapping both of her arms around my small waist to pull me close on her lap. “Tasha, slow down.”

I wanted to tell her that she was going to use me as her rebound, that none of this was real to her. But I was so lost in her own world that I did not notice her unbuttoning her pants hastily; I had to push her chest away from me.

“You’re not thinking straight,” I said, trying my best to sound normal other than being heartbroken that I might be her rebound. “Y-You can’t be doing this with me, I’m her sister Tasha…”

“So do you want to stop?” she asked, still removing her pants all the way down to her midthighs. I closed my eyes, but she kissed my lips again to make sure I was still breathing. “Breathe baby, breathe. It’s okay, she’s not here–”

“She will go insane if I sleep with you!” I exclaimed.

“But she’s not here,” she whispers, like a smooth talker, as if everything will be alright; I was convinced. Natasha slowly trails her fingers inside my shirt and holds me down, feeling her tight erection on her loose boxers. She kisses my neck once more while her other hand was playing with my left breast, asking: “Have you ever slept with someone?”

“No,” I replied quickly, cursing myself that I’d answered her too fast. But she pulled away with a proud smile while still touching me through my shirt. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That my parents would know–”

She immediately cuts me off mid-sentence, kissing my lips hard instead.

“No one will find out, okay? We don’t have to sleep together for now.”

“For… now?”

She nodded, inserting her tongue inside of my mouth until we were french kissing on her couch; on her lap. As soon as Natasha was about to remove my shirt, I slightly pulled away with a ragged breath. She squints her eyes, wondering why we stopped, and I did not say anything else but got onto my knees and pulled down her pants to her ankles.

“Baby,” she sighs loudly, her cock growing once more. “Y-You don’t have to do that–”

“I want to,” I assure her, my eyes are looking back up at the woman that has her legs open for me. Natasha could only nod and pulled her dick out of her boxers, her length proudly showing in the scene. She was hard, but not fully hard where her penis stands itself. I could see a bit of juice leaking out from its tip; I wish to lick it and suck her head as hard as I could watch her begging for more. “I’ve never given someone like this before.”

“A blowjob?”

Her cock was big; too big for my mouth. But my cunt clenches for it to be touched, I wanted her to slip her dick inside of me until I was a mess. Pogubi menya svoim rtom, Natasha.

“Y-Yeah…”

“It’s okay,” she coos, bringing her hand in the back of my hair and pulling me closer to her genitalia. “Go slow, okay? Just do what makes you comfortable, don’t use your teeth though.”

I’ve given myself a few more minutes before wrapping my hand around her shaft, gasping quietly about how utterly big she was; my fingers could barely wrap around her dick. Natasha threw her head back in the air and moved closer, half of her buttocks were exposed while having pleasure from my hand. I thought about those videos that my friends sent me, a woman jacking a guy off using her hands and mouth. So this gave me an idea and slowly brought my hand up and down on her length, watching her bulbous head carefully – I could see more of her juices coming out.

“Oh yeah,” she slurs as her eyes twitched while closed. “That’s so fuckin’ good, you’re hand is so warm.”

She was throbbing on my hand, and I couldn’t help but examine the way her member looked. The head was pinkish, with a mix of red; her cock was veiny but not in a gross way; it looked like it was reaching over her belly button, which made me wetter from the sight and the feeling of her dick. I slowly leaned closer to her penis and gave the tip a kiss, watching the woman have a reaction to it.

“Feels so good, Y/n… keep going.”

I took a deep breath and swallowed her head, my eyes widening when I could feel her juices dripping on my tongue. I closed my eyes instead and slowly let go of her cock with a loud pop! It made Natasha yell out of sexual frustration. I knew she was impatient – but I had to take my time. I could hear her murmuring, “Keep going, little girl… just keep your mouth on me.”

And I did, but it was a lot more difficult than it seems. The woman had a big dick, there was no denying that, and I tried my best to slurp the tip of her cock but instead; I choked. She averted her eyes from me and asked with a worried voice, “Shit–are you okay? You can stop–”

“Let me adjust,” I breathed out, slowly pumping her cock. Natasha could only nod and rest her head against the couch, watching me intently as I jerked her off. She was warm on my palm; I almost let out a tiny moan from the way it twitches. It just shows that it was begging for my attention, and I had to do something about it.

So I wrapped my mouth around the tip of her dick again and breathed, sinking my mouth further into her length. Natasha threads her fingers through my hair gently and pushes my head deeper into her cock, making me let out gurgling sounds.

“Your mouth is so good,” she whines, raising her hips a little to reach for my throat. “Suck it harder, baby girl. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you…” she shifts onto the couch and unbuttons her cardigan to release the tension inside of her. All she could think about was my mouth and my pussy. She wondered what it would feel like if she slipped her cock inside of me as I scream for mercy; yelling about how big her cock was.

“That’s it,” she coos, her breath hitching. “Lick my cock like that, what an obedient little girl you are.”

If it’s a guilty pleasure to be called a “little girl” by her, then I’d be damn proud to be called that by her. I closed my eyes again and sunk my mouth deeper, licking the underside of her dick repeatedly until I’ve gotten my rhythm. Natasha slowly humps my face as she uses both of her hands to guide my head up and down on her cock, making me create wet and pornographic noises that fill up the room too sweetly. The woman sighs blissfully, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Once the tip of her cock hit my throat; I gagged.

“Oh god!” she shuts her eyes tightly and keeps my head still while fucking my mouth slowly, her length popping in and out of my mouth. “So close baby, yeah… just suck my cock like that. You’re so good, little baby.”

I sucked her head vigorously while slurping on it, going deeper and deeper until half of her length was in my mouth. I felt her hand holding my neck as she continues to thrust into my mouth at a slow pace, making sure I wasn’t in too much pain. This was what she needed, what she wanted from me. It was this innocent slut that she wanted to take; I wanted to lick it and I wasn’t ashamed of any of it.

Natasha holds my head still and felt her hips twitching, as I hear her say, “I’m gonna cum–Oh fuck, take it!” and I felt two ropes of thick cum in my mouth; closing my eyes tight as she continues to let herself go inside of my mouth, giving everything that she needed. The woman sees stars behind her head and imagines my mouth being my cunt instead – the thrill of excitement burning inside of her passionately; she wanted to fuck me now or she wouldn’t able to live with herself.

“Oh god,” she moans as she spurts more cum on my tongue. “T-That’s it, oh fuck yeah…”

She was in heaven. But deep inside, she was in hell. While calming down from her firing orgasm, she realized that I was the sister of her wife – and she completely fucked up by fucking my mouth and coming on my tongue. Natasha couldn’t help but feel guilty, though the guilt washed away when I suddenly released the tip of her cock with a pop! From my mouth, and pulled myself up as I sat down beside her with some of her cum on the corners of my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to me, pulling my face closer as she kisses me deeply; tasting herself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more discreet–”

“It’s okay,” I cut her off with a frantic nod while touching her right cheek, which I almost fell apart when she leaned on my touch. “I-I don’t want Wanda to know, I don’t know what I’d do if she knew about this–I’m sorry, I don’t–”

“She won’t know anything about us,” she said, leaning her forehead against mine as she pecked on my lips with her wet mouth, pulling me closer to her once more. Something about her being so comforting is losing the worries that have been boiling inside of me; like a kettle bursting once it’s hot. “It’s only our secret, I promise.”

another note: natasha will be an asshole if this comes out as a series, but she will have a development of course! let me know how you guys feel about this one shot <3

[misakisakuya]

Me everytime i see Alver:

alver and tasha 🫶🏿

[ireallyamabear]

why dont they do a tasha yar prequel

[kujousgf]

BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS. mdni. 18+.

pairings: dark ! natasha romanoff + f ! reader

summary: natasha has always liked to hunt, and it's even better when her prey is a pretty girl

warnings: violence, abuse, bear trap, injury, established kidnapping/established relationship, almost outdoor sex, public indecency, hair pulling, impact play, groping, guns, daddy kink

wc: 3.2k~

“Natasha, please.” You whimper, grabbing at her wrist to try and ease some of the strain on your hair as she drags you out of the house and through the yard. “Stop, I don’t want to do this.” Tears are rolling down your cheeks now from the pain in your scalp and your face from the previous punches Natasha threw your way. 

“Really? Could’ve fuckin’ fooled me.” Natasha growls, tugging harder and making you trip over your own feet before she hauls you up, only to push you to the ground afterwards, glaring at your shaking form on the ground. 

This was your fault, you shouldn’t have tried to run. It was stupid, you know that now. You just wished you had more freedom, that’s all. 

You were naked save for the panties and bra she allowed you to keep on, having forced you to strip about ten minutes prior. Your body trembled in the chilly autumn air of whatever part of Russia Natasha inhabited, one of the Oblasts you think, it was the most likely, but you weren’t sure. She didn’t like to keep you conscious while she was traveling, so you were never quite sure where you were. But you know you’ve been in this specific place for a while now, at her out of place house, in the middle of nowhere, in the Russian wilderness. 

You startle when you hear a knife make a soft thud on the grass next to you and you look up at Natasha, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears away. You know she doesn’t like it when you cry over nothing like this. “Tasha, I’m sorry, I promise. Please, I’ll be good, I don’t want to do this again.” Your bottom lip wobbles and you try to keep your voice even, but it trembles and you know Natasha heard. 

“Don’t ‘Tasha’ me.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Pick up the knife. Get up.” And when you don’t make any moves to get up, still hoping she’ll change her mind, she lands a harsh kick to your thigh and you whimper. “Now! Don’t make me say it again.”

You squeak involuntarily, tears starting to spill down your cheeks again. You don’t like when Natasha yells at you, even more than you don’t like when she hits you like this and treats you like a ragdoll. ‘If you don’t like it, then don’t do anything to deserve it’ you can hear her voice in the back of your head. You shouldn’t have done anything to upset her. Everything that happens from now on is your fault, you know that, but still, you can’t help but wish Natasha would be just a little nicer. 

You grab the hunting knife with a shaky hand, gripping the handle and starting to stand up. “You want to be a good girl?” She asks and you nod hesitantly, you know where this is going. “Then you can be a good girl by getting out of my sight. You wanted so badly to leave this morning, so go on then.”

“But Tasha, I’m not– I’m–”

“What the fuck did I just say? Go!”

The loudness of her voice is enough to have your body moving before your brain even registers what she said, scrambling away like a scared animal. You’ve always hated when Natasha got like this, you don’t like this game. You’ve never played it like this, but it’s never been fun either way.

The game is really quite simple, Natasha is the predator and you are her prey. She gives you five minutes to run– ten minutes if she’s feeling particularly nice, before she comes after you. The knife is because she’s not that cruel, she doesn’t want some wild animal to be the reason you die. You are in the Russian wilderness, afterall. All of the previous times she’s done this you’ve been fully clothed, though, and you wish she had let you keep your clothes on this time, too.

She must have been feeling particularly mean to make you do this in the current weather. It’s not horribly windy, but the air is not still either, and the wind that blows past is bitter and cold. You think the time on the clock read 4:26pm when Natasha dragged you through the living room, which meant you had about two hours before the sun would set. 

Natasha had never really let you outside late enough for the sun to set, and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted your first time out past sunset to be in the forest, but you also didn’t know what exactly she would do when she found you. Natasha was unpredictable. Some days she was soft and gentle, like she was when you first got together, and other days she was mean and cold, treating you as if you were nothing but a burden she had to drag around with her. You knew she didn’t mean it, though. If that’s what she really thought then she would have dropped you off in the middle of nowhere months ago, maybe even left you years ago, and drove off without so much as a look back. 

Your feet are sore as you run across the ground, rocks and dirt sticking to your bare feet, twigs scattered everywhere, some sharp and some not, digging into your flesh harshly. You know you’ll be cleaning cuts when you get back to the house, but you try not to focus on the pain so you can focus on where you’re going instead. You know that the closest village is about 15 miles away, an impossible distance even when you’re running your fastest.

It would take around two hours to get there and Natasha would never let that happen anyway, the longest she’d ever taken in her little hunt was 45 minutes because you’d somehow managed to climb a tree. You never did that again after how terrifying it was to have her climb up after you and practically throw you down from it. 

You could never go into the village in your state of undress anyway, something Natasha was counting on. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been running for when you stop to catch your breath, if it’s been less than or more than ten minutes– the maximum amount of time Natasha would have given you to get a headstart. Not that it really mattered, the outcome would be the same no matter how long you’d been running. That, at least, was predictable. 

You hear a gunshot in the distance and you bolt. You didn’t know she had that with her, you didn’t see it before back at the cabin. She’d never used it on you, only to scare you, but that doesn’t mean today won’t be the day that changes. She did seem rather volatile today. You look behind you and you can’t see her anywhere, not even a glimpse of her red hair. 

Is she using her gun to signal that it's been five minutes? Ten minutes? That would be new. But what else would she possibly be wasting a bullet for? …Is there someone else out here? No, there couldn’t be, there’s never been before. Who would have found their way all the way out here? You don’t even know where here is, so why would anyone who isn’t Natasha know where you are?

And if there is someone else out here, was that Natasha’s gun firing or theirs? Your heart is beating faster now, moreso out of genuine fear rather than nervousness like before. Sure, Natasha could be scary, but she’d never evoked this kind of fear out of you before. You’re conflicted now. Should you keep running or should you go back to see if Natasha is okay? You have a knife, surely you could help? But what good is a knife against a gun?

Your mind is going so fast you can barely keep up. You hadn’t felt this anxious since you thought Natasha was going to die in the hands of Ultron all those years ago. 

Your feet are moving on their own and with your constant glances behind, you aren’t paying any attention to where you’re running. You even climbed… something, but you weren’t paying enough attention even to that. Usually, you’d be more vigilant, you know that Natasha likes to set traps sometimes, keep you nervous about what’s out there and give you a reason not to try and escape.

But you’re not paying any attention to the ground below you as you run, too focused on the gun shot you had heard that you don’t see the trap in front of you. You had never been up here anyway, you never would have known about it. You barely even feel yourself stepping on the pan in the middle until the two steel jaws clamp around your ankle and you let out a blood curdling scream. 

Bear traps aren’t supposed to hurt like this, they’re not supposed to be this sharp. Natasha was just cruel.

You instantly drop to the ground, on your knees first and then sitting as you uselessly try to pry the trap off of your leg. Your hands are trembling and covered in blood as you cry. Just the sight of all your blood is almost enough to make you pass out. You hiccup on your own sobs, trying to figure out how you could possibly get this trap off. You wish Natasha were here. 

Natasha grunts as she pulls herself up onto the top of a rock face. How you had strayed so far from your usual path, she had no idea. Well, she had a little bit of an idea. She did fire her gun just to make you jump. She can tell you’d been here, though, if the fresh blood on the sharp rock was any indication. Her poor baby, you must have cut yourself, why didn’t you just choose another direction?

Once she’s on her feet again, she looks around for any other signs of you. The grass is flattened to the east and she narrows her eyes as she looks further in that direction. She knows that climbing must have slowed you down a lot, and if she knows her girl, then the pain from whatever cuts you have will have you whining and complaining to yourself the whole time. If she listens close enough, she’d probably just be able to hear you, so she walks in the direction of the flattened grass. 

She pauses for a second and then crouches down to get a closer look at the ground. Yes, you were running away from the rock face, not towards it. And it looks like you have a few cuts on the bottom of your feet if the dark maroon stains on some of the blades of grass meant anything. Natasha supposes she could have been a little less cruel and given you shoes, but it’s a little too late for that now. 

She stands again and begins walking further, she’s not running, no longer worried about how far ahead you may have gotten. You’d be tired by now even without any injuries, and Natasha was much faster than you even on your best days, it didn’t matter if she ran or walked now. She was in the home stretch.

She looks down at the watch on her wrist and hums. It had been 20 minutes since she’d set you free, and that was more than enough time for her to simmer down at least a little bit and for you to trap yourself in your thoughts of her being mad at you. Ones that would have you pleading at her feet, she’s sure, begging her to forgive you more than you were before. 

And she has simmered down, realized that perhaps her reaction to the fear of you wanting to leave her wasn’t quite appropriate. But really, when were any of her reactions appropriate? This was an okay approach, she reasons, making you realize you never wanted to be without her.

And then she hears it. A scream in the distance. 

Natasha’s fingers twitch and she wonders if she should fire another blank or not. She slows her breathing and does her best to create minimal noise as she walks towards the source of the sound. She knows it’s you, but she doesn’t know what has you screaming like that. If it’s an animal, she can sneak up and kill it before it hurts you. And if it’s not, well, she might be in for a little treat. 

She’s not disappointed when she sees you sitting down and leaning against a tree, sniffling as you look down at your leg. Your very bloody leg, actually. And then Natasha’s eyes focus properly and she sees the trap clamped tightly around your leg, the teeth from the jaws sunk into your flesh. Poor thing, you’ll never see her coming. Unless…

She considers having a little mercy, but once she knows she’s close enough to be in your eye sight and for you to panic, she reaches into her back pocket for her gun and fires it into the air. 

She watches as you practically jump out of your skin, and a pained whimper slips past your lips, looking around with wide eyes until you spot her. You’re like a deer caught in headlights and you know there’s nothing you can do now, you can’t run and even if you tried, you wouldn’t get very far, the trap is chained somewhere to a chain fence stake somewhere in the ground. 

Natasha stalks towards you, eyes hungry as she takes in the sight in front of her. “Run into a little trouble, did you?” She grins, wolf-like, and crouches in front of you. “This looks like it hurts, baby. You poor thing.” And you know she’s going to do something bad when she reaches out, but you don’t expect her to start poking and prodding at the injury. 

You whimper and your fists clench at your sides, “T–Tasha, please.” Your teeth clench, “Stop… Yes, it hurts, ah!”

She chuckles and grants you a little mercy. She presses down on the springs on both sides, using her strength to open the jaws, “Move your leg.” She instructs when your leg is finally free of the metal, the dislodging causing a pained whine to escape your lips. When all you do is sniffle and look at her she sighs, “Now or I will let it go and we both know you don’t want that.”

Hesitantly, you move your leg out of the trap, wincing when you feel a jolt of pain shoot up your leg. Natasha lets go and the trap snaps shut before she picks it up and tosses it somewhere behind her, you hear it hit the ground with a dull thud. “There. Aren't things always better when you listen to me?”

She takes a second to properly examine the injury you’ve sustained. The wounds aren’t too deep and they’ll definitely need some cleaning and they’ll take time to heal, but that is something she’ll worry about later. For now…

“You didn’t lose my good hunting knife, did you?” she tilts her head to the side and you shrink a little under her gaze. “W– Well, I didn’t really lose it, I promise, b– but I didn’t have anywhere to put it and I needed my hands and–”

Natasha cuts you off with a kiss and your eyes widen in surprise. You thought she’d be mad at you, not kissing you, but maybe this means you’re forgiven. “Don’t care, I’ll find it later. Seeing you like this… We might have to do this more often.” Her hands roughly grope at your breasts and you whine before she rips your bra off of you entirely, it’s times like this where you’re reminded of just how strong she actually is.

You want to cry at her words, yell and tell her you don’t want to do this again, you don’t like this. Tears well up in your eyes at just the thought of having to do this again, especially in a state of undress like this and you wish you could tell her to stop, that you don’t want this anymore, you can’t take it, but you know you can’t. After all, what would you do without her? Even if being with her means you get hurt like this sometimes, you don’t think you could really ever live without her. You just wish she’d go back to being sweet Natasha all the time.

Natasha interrupts your thoughts with another kiss, this one a little more hungry and insistent. You wish she would at least take you back to the house, but it seems that she wants you now and she’s unwilling to wait. You could try to convince her to at least tend to your injury first, but you doubt that she would listen. 

“Tash–” You start and she moves to start kissing at your neck because of the interruption, “Tasha, please, let’s go home first. I’m filthy, don’t you want to clean up first?” 

She groans as she pulls away from your neck, taking the time to examine you properly. Her heart skips and she growls, the sight of you like this excites her, even if you’re covered in dirt and blood. “No, you want to go home and clean up first, but I don’t remember asking.” And that’s all you get before she’s back to kissing and biting at your neck. 

One of her hands moves down to toy with the waistband of your panties as the other gropes at your chest. You let your head fall back against the tree and you wish you could focus more on Natasha, she always makes you feel so good and it’s not like you’ve never let her fuck you while injured before, but your leg is throbbing and the whimper that falls from your lips is more from pain than pleasure.

You push at her shoulder weakly and the look she gives you when you make her pull away for the second time is deadly. But you know she cares, you know she does, you just have to hit the right spot when you speak next and so you go for a weak point, “I–It hurts a lot, Daddy, please. I’ll be good and we can do whatever you want, just please can we go home first?”

Her expression softens a fraction and you know you’ve won. Natasha may be unpredictable, but there is always one thing that stays the same: her need to protect you.

“...Fine.” You’re surprised she’s not actually pouting as she grabs your bra and shoves it partially into her back pocket before standing up. She cracks her knuckles before leaning down and picking you up bridal style, making sure your injured leg is the one furthest away from her body. “I think we still have those pink bandages you liked so much.”

Yes, you were definitely forgiven.

[natashaslesbian]

Sleepy Bear

Summary: Natasha finds an unusual way to help you sleep

Word Count: 1.1k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Warnings: none I believe :))

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You had no idea how long your girlfriend had been doing this for you. Sleep had never come easy to you, only did you get a rest when your exhaustion would force your body to shut down. Your thoughts leave you restless each night, the anxiety had always been there. Your mom started you in therapy when you were 7, the nightmares should have stopped by then. She tired everything, your mother, each week was a new medication. Your dad on the other hand, he couldn’t have cared less. It was him who marched you into the hospital demanding they scanned your ‘daft brain’ as he put it. There was nothing to be found. Years of therapy only brought the diagnosis of anxiety, much to the disappointment of your father. Dr Grey was a nice lady, but she couldn’t quite solve your problems. You were too young to put your anxiety into words, you just knew it made you too scared to sleep. You stopped therapy after your mom died and your dad refused to pay, you were left to your own devices.

You met Natasha 2 years ago at the coffee shop you work at. She fell head over heels the second she laid her eyes on you, not that she’d ever tell you that. You had your eyes on her too, it took you months to realise that she was purposely going out of her way to visit the shop multiple times a week. It started with lasting looks and then lingering touches when you passed the redhead her iced caramel oat milk latte. Soon you were slipping her extra cookies and then one day she slipped you her number, you never looked back after that day. After a few months you finally let Natasha come over to your apartment, she was horrified at the state you were living in, sleep was the last of your worries. Your dad kicked you out after you told him you were gay, you took what you could and found the cheapest little studio available. The paint was chipped all over, the cooker didn’t work and you were on the verge of eviction. The widow was desperate to move you into the compound, despite your discomfort at the idea. Eventually you agreed to take residence in one of the spare rooms, and surprisingly you settled in straight away. Your life fell back on track after that and you and Natasha had grown closer and stronger than ever, you even shared a room now, Natasha had to move the ring in her bedside draw to Clint’s room.

A slightly sharp corner had you stirring slightly, the assassin quick to flash you a worried glance. You settled again straight away, rolling your face into the cold window. The day you had finally told Natasha about your anxiety was a relief, you cried for hours that wednesday. Since your mother, no one had been so kind. You were so afraid she would run a mile, but she sat with you for all those hours, just holding you. Nat promised to spend every sleepless night with you, lord knows she had her own problems when it came to sleep, but you somehow found comfort in each others restless nights. Often you would take turns in reading to each other, some nights you would go for a stroll around the grounds of the compound. But your favourite form of medicine was the car. Natasha would wrap you up in her fluffy blanket and strap you snug into the passenger seat, the gentle hum and sway of the motor would eventually lull you into a slumber. It took months for your girlfriend to convince you to even try the idea, you hated it at first, what did she think you were, a baby? “I know you’re not an actual baby, but your my baby” she would say “let me take care of you” how she even thought of the plan was a mystery to you and you definitely didn’t want to admit it was working.

Natasha pulled into the 24 hour gas station, the car coming to a scratchy stop. “Mm, Tasha?” You mumbled, half asleep still. “I’m here sweetheart, I just need to get some gas” she said “would you like some snacks? Or do you wanna sleep a little longer?” Your belly rumbled right on cue “choccy biscuit” maybe you were still a baby at heart, “one pack of chocolate biscuits coming right up” the beautiful red head said, oh how you thought her locks were just gorgeous. “You’re so pretty” you whispered, eyes only half open “thank you baby” Natasha laid a kiss on your warm lips and you couldn’t stop the little squeal that escaped you. She wasn’t gone long enough for you to miss her, considering you continued to doze in her absence. You heard the familiar commotion of your girlfriend climbing back into the drivers seat, you peeled your eyes open to give her a sleepy smile “here you go sleepy bear” your favourite biscuits were deposited into your lap and you whispered a small thanks.

You contently nibbled for the 45 minute journey back to the compound, while Natasha quietly sang along to whatever trash was on the late night radio, you always thought they played the worse songs during the early hours of the morning. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2:36am, Natasha had been driving you to sleep for over an hour, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you. “I love you” you said, breaking the silence “I love you too y/n” Natasha replied, a bit unsure at why you were suddenly all mushy. “No” you continued “I really love you” a red light gave Nat the chance to flash you another worried look, she softened when you saw your eyes glistening back at her, and the smile engraved on your face “you’re welcome baby girl” you swear she could read your mind. With the conversation at a happy standstill you decided to close your eyes again, just for a little nap until you were home.

When you stirred again, the rough car seat had become your plush mattress and your head was laying comfortably on your pillow. It quickly became Natasha’s as she climbed into bed with you “can I have my own pillow sleepy?” She giggled “no” you sighed, carrying the sound to the end of your breath “it smells like you” you mumbled “but I’m right here?” The widow kindly shot back “oh yeah” you said, eyes still tightly shut, you still failed to roll back over though. “You’re not gonna move are you?” Natasha said, you shook your head against her arm and she didn’t hesitate to haul you up into lap, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your head perfectly slotted into the crook of her neck. “Sweet dreams y/n” Natasha wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that ring locked away.

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I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep and I almost cried

-Astara

[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

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Queer Fantasy Books Bracket: Round 2

Book summaries below:

The Burning Kingdoms series (The Jasmine Throne, The Oleander Sword, The Lotus Empire) by Tasha Suri

Author of Empire of Sand and Realm of Ash Tasha Suri's The Jasmine Throne, beginning a new trilogy set in a world inspired by the history and epics of India, in which a captive princess and a maidservant in possession of forbidden magic become unlikely allies on a dark journey to save their empire from the princess's traitor brother. Imprisoned by her dictator brother, Malini spends her days in isolation in the Hirana: an ancient temple that was once the source of the powerful, magical deathless waters — but is now little more than a decaying ruin. Priya is a maidservant, one among several who make the treacherous journey to the top of the Hirana every night to clean Malini’s chambers. She is happy to be an anonymous drudge, so long as it keeps anyone from guessing the dangerous secret she hides. But when Malini accidentally bears witness to Priya’s true nature, their destinies become irrevocably tangled. One is a vengeful princess seeking to depose her brother from his throne. The other is a priestess seeking to find her family. Together, they will change the fate of an empire. Fantasy, epic fantasy, politics, romance, adult, secondary world, series

The Hands of the Emperor (The Hands of the Emperor, At the Feet of the Sun, and other stories) by Victoria Goddard

An impulsive word can start a war. A timely word can stop one. A simple act of friendship can change the course of history. Cliopher Mdang is the personal secretary of the Last Emperor of Astandalas, the Lord of Rising Stars, the Lord Magus of Zunidh, the Sun-on-Earth, the god. He has spent more time with the Emperor of Astandalas than any other person. He has never once touched his lord. He has never called him by name. He has never initiated a conversation. One day Cliopher invites the Sun-on-Earth home to the proverbially remote Vangavaye-ve for a holiday. The mere invitation could have seen Cliopher executed for blasphemy. The acceptance upends the world. Fantasy, secondary world, politics, romance, adult, secondary world, series

[rustingcat]

OKAY, OKAY! So, I had a thought about Jen and Marley. And I know we don't know much about Jen, but I also don't know much about Marley, so I'm just gonna run with wishful thinking, so bear with me here:

(Obviously, Marley is older now. It's been years since high school and all.)

They both meet in Cyprus, of course. Jen, by the request of Tasha (her ex-husband, new wife who faked their child's death to escape him and asked Jen to meet them in Cyprus). She is excited to know that the child is okay of after blaming herself for their death, but also realises that she has a lot of rethinking to do about her life, where she is and what she wants.

Marley is there for different reasons. She was just dropped from a potential record deal after working her arse off preforming her songs wherever she could in an attempt to get noticed. And she was. Until she was thrown away for something else. Unimportant, unnoticed, story of her life, really. She just wanted to go somewhere where she could let go and pretend she does not exist for a hot minute.

They meet when Jen sees Marley and can't take her eyes off her as she watches her playing the guitar on the beach. Her voice captures her, and the song is beautiful. When she asks what it is, Jen finds out that the song is an original work of this stranger. They find each other again, and again, and eventually become friends. At some point, Marley teaches Jen a bit of the guitar, later some piano, and of course eventually they find other uses for those clever fingers;)