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[kayuki-yu]

could you please do natasha romanoff x reader smut that's overall pretty sweet and domestic? That's all i really want, you can add anything that you would like <3 thank you for writing just in general even if you don't do this one <3

Stand By Me

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 1984

Warnings: smut, fluff, fingering, squirting, plz pretend gay marriages existed in 1990’s, mentions of children, overstimulation

A/N: the text makes a lot more sense if you listen to the music with it (It’s a really good song too) Also set in 1990’s because I think it’s cute so picture the early black widow Ohio home without the redroom :) (also ik I said I’d write longer fics now but I really thought this would be long and it wasn’t somehow)

Natasha rolled her shoulders against her hands tiredly after shutting the door behind her. She could only hope that the small three-year-old was able to sleep the night alone this time, not to further enhance the dark bags under the redhead’s eyes. A yawn left her lips, and she stumbled into the kitchen, setting the baby monitor down on the counter quietly as you sent her a quick smile, your hands wiping dry the last dish with a small rag.

“All kids are officially in bed. Lena threw a small tantrum, Peter was exhausted, so he was quite easy, and Alexandria required only two books tonight. I would say it was a success.” You offered a light chuckle to your wife’s humorous entreaty, raising your hand as she gave a weak high five in response. You switched bedtimes every night so that one of you could get chores around the house done, and the other could get a few extra minutes with each child before sending them off to a slumber. After six years of having children, you have both been able to form efficient habits and rules that made different parts of your lives much easier - this being one of them.

“I’m very proud of you, baby.” You moved closer to her, your hands now taking place on her hips. “So bed early tonight or late wine discussions?” She raised a brow as if the answer was obvious, and you quickly raced to the secret wine cooler you both hid in your basement. When doing so, with a large bottle in hand, your eyes stopped on the box sitting perfectly in front of you, as if calling your name. The basement was full of many items held in the same cardboard material that you had to get rid of someday, which is why you both decided on hiding the cooler downstairs, where the children had no interest in going. The contrasted black sharpie read, “Wedding Day” with a crappy drawing of two rings tied together next to it - Natasha drew that. You smiled at the fond memory, setting down the bottle carefully and opening the dust-ridden box. Tears streamed the ringing of your eyes as you slowly viewed each item, your hands falling on the cassette tape that held your wedding song. The date was labeled on it along with the name, and when you heard your wife calling you from upstairs, you knew you couldn’t leave it behind.

“Look what I stumbled upon,” Natasha turned to eye the small item in your hand, squinting ever so slightly to get a better look.

“Hey, that’s- that’s our wedding song. I thought we took all our wedding stuff out of the basement already…” She gently took the cassette from you and brushed it off, eyeing it carefully. “Wow, ‘May 23rd, 1986 - Stand By Me.’ That feels like just yesterday, somehow.” She then set it down on the countertop next to the wine you carried up. When you met her eyes, they were full of adoration and love, and her hands went around your waist to hold you closely and bring you in for a gentle kiss. One that still gave you butterflies over a decade later.

“Shall we play it?”

“We shall.” Natasha’s hand reached for yours as the beat began to softly roll out of the machine, low enough to not wake the children. She gave you a quick spin, and you giggled as a result. Her hands then found their way to your hips as they swayed in rhythm.

“When the night, has come…and the land is dark,”

“And the moon, is the only night we’ll see.” You continued for her, cupping her cheeks as you did many years ago. “No, I won’t be afraid- oh, I won’t be afraid.” Natasha smiled in return, one hand coming to interlace with yours and be kept in the air as her forehead made contact with yours in a resting position.

“Just as long…as you stand, stand by me.” She finished. As the chorus echoed through the background, you both hummed in a low tone, your voices just above whispers. And as the second verse began, you could feel Natasha’s soft sigh of relief as she heard your voice once again.

“If the sky…that we look upon, should tumble and fall,”

“Or the mountains…should crumble to the sea. I won’t cry-“

“I won’t cry. No, I won’t shed a tear…just as long, as you stand…stand by me.” And this time, your voice was the last to be heard. Her lips came to rest against the back of your palm, which she still held in the air, repeating the act a few times as the look in her eyes resembled one from many years ago. Complete silence began to fill around the two of you as the echoes faded. The music came to an end, and there was nothing but comforting emptiness.

Her mouth then found yours, her hand softly cupping your cheek as she let out a gentle moan of desperation. Your body tilted backwards at just below of a right angle, and her tongue traced over your entrance as it parted, granting her access. Your feet found themselves shuffling back a few steps until your butt hit the edge of the dining room table. You both pulled apart, trying to grasp any bit of air you could so you could quickly return. Natasha moved the chair beside you that was pushed into the table, hoisting you up onto the furniture. You both shared a quiet giggle, your noses touching as she hummed in contentment before slowly dropping to her knees, her eyes remaining on you the entire time. Your pants came off in a slow tease, yet the whimper describing your need caused her to quicken.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have married you.” She kissed your thighs between sentences, causing your cheeks to darken. One hand then held them apart as the other rested on your waist, her thumb stroking gently on your skin. There was a comforting silence between you two as her lips pressed gentle pecks to the fabric covering the one place she needed to see.

“Natasha…” Brought your low voice in a raspy whisper, your fingers treading through her hair like gentle waves. She eased your panties aside and licked her lips, feeling a lustful moisture surround her inner cheeks. She quickly shared a glance with you before pressing her tongue against your clit. You shuddered with a craving, and she repeated herself multiple times before trailing down to your hole, where she collected your sinful drops. Her eyes closed shut as she hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body's reaction, even if it was nearly unnoticeable at times. She finally pulled away for a split moment, grasping the back of your neck in her hand and pulling you forward with little force.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Her lips then met yours as she sighed with gratitude, two of her fingers coming to replace her tongue’s previous position. “I always do.” Her knees lifted themselves as she stood over you, her eyes boring into yours before she rested your head on her chest. She shushed you quietly, almost like a mother consoling her young, crying baby, as her digits eased into your awaiting entrance.

“It’s okay, big stretch…there we go. You’re okay.” She whispered, beginning a slow rocking motion with her fingers and trailing her gaze to where they met your cunt. “Fuck- you’re still so tight, and I fucking love it.” Her crude words sent a shiver down your spine and caused a moan to escape your lips. It was loud, but it was gladly muffled by her shirt. She then chuckled, creating a stronger and faster pace.

“Don’t wake the kids up, alright? As much as I love hearing how desperate this pussy is for me, I don’t need them seeing their Mommy like this.” You nodded, stuffing your hand over your mouth as the sounds of your squelching juices now outshone your octaves.

“Nat, I- I think-”

“I know, I know. Whenever you’re ready, you just let it out for me, this is on your own accord.” She assured, feeling you practically pulse around her two digits. Her cock was much larger, and she adored the way you handled her despite your struggle with such smaller amounts. She had been conditioning it since she first met you and saw your shocked face when she revealed her length, but now you were well-adjusted to accepting everything she gave you.

Your eyes squeezed shut when you came around her, and you expected her fingers to slow to a halt but they didn’t. You whimpered quite loudly, your hooded eyes coming to meet hers as your body continued to spasm, your thighs shaking.

“I can’t…” You shook your head, gulping down the need to comply and say yes, to beg for what she’s giving you.

“Yes, you can. Don’t even think about it, just hold onto me and let me do all the thinking for you.” A tear streamed down your cheek while she added a third finger, allowing you time to accept the addition and wiping your tear with her free hand. Her thumb felt the wetness seep onto its skin while she cupped your chin, allowing you to kiss her passionately and in turn silence your moans. Your legs wrapped around her and pulled her even closer as she began to slowly thrust in and out of you, creating a steady rhythm that just wasn’t the same as before. You pulled away from her plump lips for a moment, your breath shaky.

“Faster- please, Nat, I need you to- to go faster.” A sly smirk found its way to her lips as she nodded before returning her mouth to yours, her fingers gliding against your walls quickly. There was a hidden force to it, one that caused your back to simultaneously arch into her as the rest of your body developed goosebumps. There was something about her in specific that made you this way, and while you never experienced this with anyone else, you knew no one would ever compare. When you began dating, she was only a few months older than you, and had been with two other women sexually, but you had been with zero, regardless of the gender. She worried that marrying you would someday make you wish you could’ve explored your options more, that you would’ve felt closed off from only ever having intercourse with her. But it was the opposite. You never once questioned what another human being could offer because you knew you had everything you’d ever need in front of you. And she had never felt so comfortable with another person, and even she knew she could never offer what she gives to you to anyone else.

And so as your tongues collided willingly, and her fingers continued at a steady pace, you allowed yourself to let go. You knew that even as she silenced your moans, your love for one another spoke in greater volumes. The woman only pulled back when oxygen became scarce, because she would kiss you even if she ran out, even if her last breath was spent doing so. She glanced down to her shirt splattered with your arousal and grinned.

“You must really like me, huh?” You rolled your eyes, panting quietly as you turned her body to the direction of the bathroom, knowing she would instantly sense what you were requesting. And as she came back with a towel, despite the cloth seeming to have no meaning to many, you smiled drowsily and kissed her cheek.

“I’m so glad I married you, Natasha Romanoff.” She returned your expression, taking your hand and kissing its back gently.

“And I am so glad I asked you to marry me, Y/N Romanoff.”

[kayuki-yu]

Agatha: We’re a team right? Ride or die?

Y/N: Yes, I would totally ride you.

Agatha: What.

Y/N: What

[kayuki-yu]

Wanda fucking you so deep and rough that she can see her strap bulging in your lower stomach.

"Fuck, baby. You take Mommy's strap so well."

"Look at you, so good for me, letting Mommy use you like this. You like being Mommy's little toy? Yeah? Good girl."

"it's too deep? No it isn't, Mommy can see it. Stop complaining."

[kayuki-yu]

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Summary: Natasha doesn't like to share.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

A/N: Thank you to @jujuu23 for reading this before I posted :)

Natasha wanted to have a good day.

But then recruits were stupid, Steve was being annoying about paperwork. And now, this.

Her favorite mug. Gone.

“Did you do this?” is the first thing she says to Sam as he enters the kitchen.

“No, I like the idea of keeping all my fingers”

And precisely then, you walk in.

Newest addition to the team, top of your SHIELD class, expert in weapons, languages and the most delicious desserts. Steve had to enforce a rigurous meal plan when even Bucky gained a good five pounds.

Natasha likes your easy smile, beautiful eyes, and those full lips that can be both alluring and mysterious.

That perfect mouth that is now sipping from none other than Natasha’s mug.

Sam crosses his arms, expecting the Russian to say something. But she stays glued to her spot.

As you enter the room, you feel two sets of eyes on you. The attention makes you falter, but you push through. There’s no place for shyness when you’re an Avenger.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

“Real nice” Sam says, and you nod, considering if it’s a good idea to address Natasha directly. You still haven’t quiet figured her out. 

“Do I have something on my face? You’re staring”

“No” Natasha rushes to say, before Sam can tell you that you’re holding her mug, the one that made her rip Barnes’ arm off when she saw him using it.  

“You sure? Dirt? Chocolate?”

“Your face is perfect” she hurries to say, and Sam has to cough to hide his laughter 

“Smooth, Romanoff”

“Ok, then. I made coffee and added a little nutmeg. Wanna try it?”

You offer her your mug and she takes it, smiling. 

“This is really good!”

“Finish it. I have to train. I don’t mind sharing” you wink at her, and Natasha has to keep from smiling. She doesn’t like new people knowing she can go soft.

“Can I have some?” Sam steps in.

“No” Natasha cuts him off and you laugh, waving goodbye. 

—

Heroes can save the day, but forget to bring out an extra chair when doing mission debriefings. 

This is the first time the entire team has been on a mission together since you joined, and now the conference room is crowded. There’s no place to sit, except for a small sofa in the back of the room.

That’s where Natasha usually sits, because it gives her a view of everyone. She can read their expressions, guess what they think, take that information to asses what needs to be refined in their team dynamic. 

Right now, though, she’s one of the last people in. The minute she looks at her spot, she sees you, leaning against the sofa, your hand discreetly holding your side.

“Rookie, you’re in Red’s spot” Tony says, walkign right after Natasha. 

She shoots him a murderous glare, but all you do is laugh, trying to stand up without anyone noticing you’re injured.

But Natasha notices.

“We can both sit here” she rushes to say, and you nod, knowing your voice would be strained if you thanked her out loud.

Mission debriefing goes by in a blur, your breathing heavy. 

Natasha is ready to tell Steve to can it, but Tony steps in, and everyone leaves the room.

Everyone except you. 

Natasha can’t leave either, worried about your condition.

“It’s nothing major” you say, knowing why she’s still sitting next to you.

“What is?” she tries to play dumb, but that makes you laugh. You wince after a second, though. “You should go to the Medbay”

“Cracked ribs, that’s all. The doctors won’t be able to fix that either way” you smile at her, but make no effort to move. Natasha stays put too, and you know she’s patient enough to wait it out. “Fine. I’m going”

You expect Natasha to leave for her room once you promise to get checked out. But instead, she follows you.

“Just in case you need something”

The doctors confirm what you already know. Rest, painkillers, no training for a couple of days. What you had missed were a couple of cuts, since you didn’t even change out of your suit until now. A nurse cleans them up and patches you up, but you’re left in nothing but a tank top and your tactical pants. 

Why is the Medbay so damn cold?

When you open the door, Natasha is already waiting, a hoodie in her hands.

“I’ve told them to fix the damn AC a thousand times” is all she says, and you smile, grateful. You struggle when you have to slide the hoodie down your body, and Natasha’s hands are quick to pull the fabric down gently.

“Thank you, Nat”

“Come on, you need your rest” 

Walking back to the living quarters, you can’t help but wonder if she’s being nice out of pity or something else. Whatever it is, you just hope she doesn’t see you as the rookie that screws up during their first group mission.

“You know where to find me, if you need anything” 

You nod, waiting until she walks into her own room to get inside.

The first thing you do in the privacy of your room is enjoy the fact her hoodie is soft, and smells just like Natasha.

You might not give it back to her.

—

Tony’s idea of a party is shut down the next morning. You can guess that Steve is aware of your injuries, as the doctors are required to submit a report.

Still, Stark insists on some team bonding activity and by a miracle, Natasha gets him to agree to movie night.

That’s how you end up in the entertainment room. There’s popcorn, soda, pizza and chocolate. 

Once again, and unbenknowst to you, you end up sitting on the couch Natasha takes up for herself.

“Hey” she walks up to you, vaguely aware that the rest of the team is waiting to see if Natasha asks you to move. “Mind if we share?”

“Not at all!” you say, moving to the side so she can sit. It’s hard to pretend you’re not excited about Natasha’s request. 

Considering she’s always keeping her distance, sharing the couch during movie night seems like a big deal.

“Everyone settled?” Tony asks, his gaze lingering on you two. Natasha glares, so he turns around and starts the movie.

After a couple of minutes, you reach forward to open the pack of M&M’s that no one seems to want. You can’t help the laugh when Natasha reaches for them at the same time.

“We can share these too” you say, handing them to her.

Natasha is trying to pay attention to the movie, but you’re shifting in the couch, sometimes your knee brushing against hers. 

“You’re not eating the green ones” she notices, leaning close to you to not interrupt the movie.

“Oh, shit” you laugh, somehow sensing that Natasha wants to know why. “My brother and I would agree to leave those for last, and then split them. Stupid”

“Wouldn’t want to mess with tradition” she says, separating them. You watch her, holding back a smile.

—

“Y/N’s all packed up and ready to go, right?” Steve says, reading over a file. 

“Yeah, she walked by like five minutes ago. Medics gave clearance” Sam says. “It’s just a recon mission, either way”

They’re going back to reviewing the team’s schedule when Natasha sprints past them.

“Yo, what’s going on?” Sam says, hoping there’s no threat to deal with. Steve is about to walk out as well, when he hears Natasha’s words.

“I’m going with Y/N! How could you be so irresponsible to send her away when she just recovered?”

Captain Rogers decides to hide behind the door, Natasha’s anger making him feel small.

“Alright, have a good one” Sam gives her a thumb up, and the redhead just rolls her eyes. He sighs, going back inside.

Steve stays silent for a second.

“The safe house only has one bed” he says, considering if it’s worth telling Natasha that. "Should we tell her?"

“No, thank you”

—

Recon missions suck. 

There, you said it. Unfortunately, those are the most frequent ones for you, as the newest member of the team and being practically unknown to the general population.

You’re walking to your car, hoping the mission can be done quickly. It’s a day and a half and being alone makes it specially boring. As soon as you open the driver’s door, you find Natasha sitting, smiling up at you.

“Jeez! What are you doing here?”

“Backup. Cap asked me to come last minute” 

“Oh” you get quiet, nodding.

Natasha tries to stay neutral when she notices how your face falls. Did she read into the situation? A part of her thought you liked being around her.

Either way, she can’t back out now. Once you’re settled in the car, Natasha drives out of the Compound, to the small office you’re meant to infiltrate.

“Is… did…?” you mumble a couple of times. Natasha keeps a poker face, waiting for you to speak again. With a sigh, you finally let it out. “Did Steve send you to babysit me? He thinks I screwed up because I got injured, doesn’t he?”

“No, it’s nothing like that” Natasha says, mentally kicking herself for rushing to join you. She didn’t even consider your feelings, too eager to spend time together. “I just didn’t like the idea of you going alone”

“Oh” you say again, this time blushing. Natasha can sense something shifts from your tone alone, so she turns to look at you. Your eyes meet hers and you smile. “Yeah, I was actually thinking how boring it was going to be. So, I’m glad you tagged along” 

“I’m glad too” she says, trying not to smile.

“Let’s see if you keep saying that after I put on my roadtrip playlist”

“Bring it”

Natasha tries to enjoy the songs, though she’ll never tell you that pop music isn’t really her thing. What she does enjoy are the gummies you offer. In your words, road snacks are key to the trip.

As you park close to the safe house, you leave your bag in the living room and then go down to around the corner, checking you have everything you need in your jacket pockets. 

“Wanna go over the plan?” Natasha says, trying to keep calm. It’s just a recon mission. You’ll be fine.

“Bug the conference room for the meeting happening tomorrow. Hack into Russo’s computer and download everything. In and out, easy peasy” 

Natasha nods, and you wink at her.

“If I finish in under 10 minutes you buy me dinner”

“Deal” Natasha says, and she wishes she could tell you she’ll buy you dinner no matter what happens.

You finally go, walking up to the building, strolling casually. As you’re about to reach the doors, a man leaves the office and you snatch his ID to get past the gates.

That’s the easy part. Unfortunately, there’s a lot of people in the hallways still, and the office you’re supposed to infiltrate is at the end of the long corridor.

The conference room should be close to the elevator, so you decide to take a look around. As you approach, you hear voices inside.

It will be difficult to bug a room with other people in it.

Looking around, aware that you’ll be suspicious if you just stand there, you think of a way out.

And then you spot the distraction you need.

Well, whatever it takes to get the mission done.

—

Natasha finds a cafeteria that is across the office, and she gets to sit by the window, looking out as you skilfully snatch the ID from someone who’s leaving.

Standard time for a mission like that should be under fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, the man whose ID you stole is coming back exactly five minutes later. 

Natasha’s not sure if he forgot something, or if he noticed he was missing his ID and decided to return for it. The fact of the matter is that if someone notices you used it to get inside, you’ll be in trouble.

She suddenly wishes you had a comm with you so she could help out. Hell, if the man keeps talking to security, Natasha will find a way to make a scene and distract them long enough to get you out.

Just as she’s about to stand up, one of the cleaning staff walks out and hands over the ID. Did you notice what happened and dropped it? Were you still inside? You didn’t need the ID to exit the building, but still.

The man takes his ID, and walks back inside. 

It’s been nine minutes. Natasha will give you five more before she intervenes.

She’s so focused on looking out the window that she misses the moment you step inside the restaurant, and sit in front of her.

“What…? “ the redhead does a doble take, and you take great pride in that.

“Janitor’s closet, grabbed one of their uniforms. Nobody questions cleaning staff”

You pass her the USB, smiling at her shocked expression.

“And you gave him back his ID, as if you weren’t the one who took it”

“All under ten minutes. You know what that means?”

“Of course. Let’s check the menu” Natasha says, smiling at you.

After ordering a couple of cheeseburgers, you read over the desserts.

“We could share a brownie” you say, holding back a smile. You’ve noticed Natasha has a sweet tooth, and is less than inclined to share her food, especially if it’s a dessert.

“Sure” she says after a beat, and you clear your throat, speaking after the waitress leaves.

“You know, I can handle rejection”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m the youngest of three. I’m used to people telling me to leave their things alone” you say, smiling at her. “If I’m bothering you…”

“I don’t mind sharing” she cuts you off, her shoulders tense. It’s a bit uncomfortable for her to be vulnerable like this. “Not when I’m sharing with you” 

“Oh” you blush, biting your lip. The way her words affect you make Natasha regain some of her confidence. 

“How come you didn’t want to do a recon?”

“I don’t know. I like group missions. Or at least going with someone else. Like I said, I have siblings and I guess being around the team makes me feel like at home”

“Well, I like them because I can take a break from everyone. But that’s just because I’ve been dealing with those boys for years now” she laughs.

“Yeah, I get it. It can feel like a frat house sometimes. Let’s have girls night, no boys allowed” you joke, but perk up a second later. “Wait! That actually sounds fun. Oh my Gosh, we could go to the movies, or a museum, or dinner…”

“Sounds like a date to me” Natasha interrupts your rambling, pleased when you play with your hands.

“Yeah. That could be a date” 

Once the food arrives, you eat and chat. Natasha does agree to sharing dessert, which makes your heart melt a little at the gesture.

The last part of the mission is supposed to happen tomorrow, when a couple of shady businessmen meet at the building you infiltrated. All you have to do is sit and take pictures of whoever walks in, so intelligence can run background checks.

After dinner, you head back to the small apartment. For the first time since you arrived, you walk past the entrance to check the space.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asks when you come back, fiddling with your hands.

“There’s only one bed”

“Oh”

“You can totally take it, the couch looks fine…”

“No, you’re still recovering, I’ll sleep on the couch”

Natasha and you speak over the other for a few minutes until your voices die down and you stare at each other.

“We could share?” you suggest.

“Ok” Natasha nods, trying to pretend it’s not a big deal.

But when you change into an oversized t-shirt (no shorts because you truly thought you’d be alone here), and lie down in the small bed, your heart is practically beating out of your chest. 

“You ok?” Natasha says, trying not to move.

You give up with a sigh, turning on your side and moving closer, until you’re inches apart.

“Just need to sleep on my side. And I usually hug a pillow. Don’t ask me why, I just do”

“Well… here” Natasha moves even closer, taking your arm. She places it around her waist, and pulls you closer. Your breath hitches for a second, but Natasha smiles reassuringly. “Is this better?”

“Yes”

As a matter of fact, it’s the best sleep either one of you has gotten in years.

—

You’re not in the mood for parties.

But that’s never stopped Tony before.

After waking up cuddling Natasha, (and barely completing the mission because you didn’t want to leave bed) you were eager to ask her out, or have her ask you out. Whichever was fine by you.

But as soon as you parked the car, Cap was waiting with a frown and a big file.

“We leave in an hour” he said, only to Natasha.

Apparently, this was going to be a very demanding mission, and Cap didn’t want you pushing yourself.

So, Natasha, Sam and Steve had been gone for a few days now.

Tony was mildly disappointed, but this was Pepper’s birthday party and he wasn’t about to call it off for a few working Avengers.

Still, you try to cheer up and put on a good face, mainly for Pepper. You’re not sure she really wanted this big of a party, but she seems happy enough.

Most of the people attending are from Stark Industries, so you try to blend in and speak to some of them.

“Hey, do you work in legal?” a young blonde asks when you go get another drink.

“Oh, no, definitely not”

“Thought I knew you. I’m in HR”

“Fun” you say, but the tone you use makes her laugh. Before you can do anything, she changes seats and moves closer to you.

“I’m Sasha”

Reluctantly, you give your name. Even after the bartender hands over another glass of Chardonnay, Sasha keeps talking to you, though she doesn’t really care if you work at Stark Industries or not. After your third glass of wine, you begin to relax, and say a couple of jokes that make her laugh a little too loud.

She’s definitely flirting.

“Wanna take this conversation somewhere else?” she asks and you look around.

“I think I need some air…”

“We could…”

But she doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because Natasha is by your side in an instant. Little drops of water wet your shoulder as she approaches you, having rushed from the shower to see you.

“Hey, detka. Having fun without me?”

“You’re home!” you shout, excited at seeing her again.

“I am. Come on, let’s go to the balcony” she says, taking your hand. You’re halfway there when you remember Sasha, and try to turn back to say goodbye.

“I don’t want to be rude”

“And I said I like to share with you, not share you” 

“Oh” you blush at that, and stay silent as Natasha drags you out of the party. 

“Was that too much?” she asks when you finally get to the balcony.

“No. I just drank too fast and I’m happy to see you” you say, your hands going around her shoulders. 

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, Natasha holds your waist and pulls you closer to her.

“I’m happy to see you too” she leans her forehead against yours. “And about that date…”

“Yeah, I’m up for it” you confirm with a nod. Your faces are inches apart, and Natasha  can tell you’re sneaking small glances at her lips.

“As for other stuff…” 

“Mhm” you hum, aware that she’s leaning forward. You let her lips meet yours, and the kiss is short but tender. “Will this date have more of these?”

“Hell, yeah” she nods, making you laugh.

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Can’t wait” she nods, kissing you again.

Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by Sam, who is sporting a shit eating grin.

“Anything you two wanna share with the team?”

“No” you answer at the same time.

Some things, are meant to stay between you two. 

[kayuki-yu]

You look weak.

[kayuki-yu]

The Doctor is Ready For You

Pairing: Doctor!Wanda x Reader

Summary: it’s your first time going to a gynecologist and Dr. Maximoff takes good care of you

Warning this contains: manipulation, innocent reader being taken advantage of, fingering, cum eating, finger sucking, oral sex, bondage, use of speculum

“Y/l/n,” a nurse calls out. Shes taller than you with curly black hair and a nice smile. She has on purple scrubs and is holding a clipboard, which you assume has your information on it.

“That’s me,” you say getting up from the plastic chair and approaching the woman.

“Hi I’m Agatha. I’m Dr. Maximoff’s nurse and I’ll be helping her today,” the woman in front of you says. She leads you to the back room and has you sent on the examination table.

“First we’ll just go over a couple questions then I’ll have you strip and put on a gown, okay?”

“Okay.”

“First are you sexually active hon?”

Wow, the questions are starting off strong, you think.

“No, I’ve never…” your words trail off and your face turns hot. You’re too embarrassed to admit that you’ve never done that before.

“You’ve never had sex before?” Agatha guesses.

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Well that’ll make these questions quick then,” she jokes.

“Have you ever been to the gynecologist before?”

“Nope. It’s my first time.”

Sensing your worries, Agatha comforts you. “Don’t worry hon Dr. Maximoff is amazing. You’re in good hands.” She winks then sets the clipboard down before standing up.

“Ok that’s all the questions I have for you,” she says. She opens a cabinet and pulls out a thin paper gown and hands it to you.

“Put this on then crack the door and I’ll come back in ok?”

You nod in agreement then Agatha closes the door, leaving you alone. You remove all of your clothes, including your underwear, folding them and setting them down in a chair. You pull on the thin paper dress. It leaves little to the imagination and if this weren’t such a clinical setting you’d be embarrassed. You crack the door open and a few minutes later Agatha walks back in. She has you sit back down on the examination table.

“Can you lean back for me?” You do as you’re told, leaving back on the table. Your upper half is flat against the table while your legs are bent.

“Good girl,” Agatha says. Her words stir something inside you. They make you feel good but you’re not sure why so you choose to ignore it.

“Now we just have to strap you down ok hon? It’s a safety thing.”

“Yeah that makes sense,” you agree. Sure it’s a little odd, but you’ve never been to the gynecologist before so what did you know?

Agatha straps your legs down first. She has you place them in the stirrups then straps them down. There’s straps around your shins and thighs, keeping you in place and your legs spread.

“Can you try to move your legs hon?” You do as she says and find them unable to move.

“Perfect,” she murmurs under her breath. “Now I just need to strap down your hands.”

“My hands?”

“It’s just procedure for first time patients. Having this done can be a bit invasive and scary and we don’t want you to freak out and hurt yourself,” she explains.

You nod, like that makes total sense and let Agatha strap your hands down. They lie at your sides strapped down to the table.

“Ok now try moving your arms,” she says after shes finished. Once again you’re unable to move your limbs. Agatha smiles and then speaks.

“Dr. Maximoff will be here in a minute,” Agatha says, her eyes are glued to your exposed center as she leaves, leaving you alone. You could’ve sworn you saw a hungry glint in her eyes as she walked out, but you’re sure it’s just your anxieties playing a trick on you. There’s no way such a professional nurse was lusting after you, you tell yourself.

A few minutes go by with you just lying there. You anxiously pick at the paper on the examination table, at least what you can reach with your hands bound.

Then the door opens and in walks the most breathtaking woman you’ve ever seen. She has striking green eyes and brown hair that’s pulled up and out of her face. She’s wearing a white doctor’s coat and a nice shirt and slacks underneath. In her hands are your chart.

“Good morning Miss Y/l/n. I’m Dr. Maximoff but you can call me Wanda.”

“Good morning Dr. Ma-Wanda,” you say, straining to sit up and look at her.

“You’re just here pap smear correct?”

“Yes that’s right.” Your words come out soft and shaky, anxiety taking over you.

“Don’t worry baby. I know you’re a virgin so I’ll go slow,” she tells you. Her words put you at ease.

Wanda sets the chart down on the counter and slips on a pair of blue gloves and then sits down on the stool between your legs.

“I’m just going to take a look right now, okay? We’ll work up to the speculum”

“Okay Dr. Maximoff,” you agree.

“It’s Wanda, baby.” She smiles at you, which puts you at ease.

One of Wanda’s gloved fingers runs itself up and down your slit. Her finger comes away soaking wet, your arousal leaking everywhere.

Wanda groans out. Her breath quickens and her eyes darken in arousal. She slips the finger into her mouth and has a little taste, grateful that you can’t see her in between your legs with the gown blocking your view.

Then she swipes a finger against your pussy again and stands up, leaning over you so her fingers are against your lips. She spreads your wetness around, coating them. When she tires of that she has you open your mouth.

“Open,” she commands and you do as she says. She slips her fingers inside, having you suck on them.

“Good girl,” she praises. The praise goes straight to your core, igniting you in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“So this is what your pussy tastes like,” Wanda says, switching to a professional tone. “You taste how sweet it is?” You moan in agreement around her then she slips her fingers out.

“Are you sure this is normal Wanda?” You ask once she removes her fingers from your mouth.

“All the good doctors do this honey. We have to make sure you’re healthy and know what to look for.”

Wanda sits back down and messes with your pussy some more. She swipes up and down your center, brushing your clit with every stroke. You moan out, her movements feel too good.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Wanda.”

Wanda removes her hand, writing down some notes on the chart next to her, trying to maintain a faux professional appearance.

“Ok now I’m going to try and open you up okay? I’ll use my fingers first then we’ll try the speculum.”

You nod in agreement then Wanda rubs a single finger over your pussy, gathering your slick. She slips the finger inside you, gently pushing in. It burns as her finger goes inside you.

“It hurts,” you whine.

“I know baby I’m sorry. I’ll do something to make it feel better.” Wanda leans her head down and her tongue swipes over your clit. It surprises you, you weren’t expecting it. Your limbs tense up in shock before they go slack again.

“That feel better hon?”

“Yes Wanda,” you moan out. The pressure on your clit feels so good, you don’t even notice the pain from her finger inside you. The more she pumps inside you the better it feels.

"Oh god," you moan out, despite how quiet you're trying to be, those words still slip out.

"You like this baby?" She briefly detaches from your core.

"Mhm," is all you're able to say. You don't trust your voice right now.

"I'm going to slip another finger inside," Wanda warns you. Her mouth returns back to your center as she slowly slips the finger inside. Just like the other finger there's a burning feeling from the stretch, but her mouth on you helps you ignore the pain.

You can't tell, but Wanda is mesmerized by your pussy. The way it sucks in her fingers, greedy for the pleasure she is providing. Wanda would be lying if she said this didn't turn her on.

You can feel a strange tightening feeling in your belly.

"Wanda something's wrong?"

"What is it honey?" Her fingers stop, her mouth detaches, and her movements cease, the feeling goes away.

"While you were touching me," you say, your face flushing at using such vulgar words, "I felt this weird feeling. Almost like I was going to pee."

"That's normal honey. That's what happens when you feel really good down there," she speaks to you as if she's speaking to a child, her tone soft her words condescending.

"Can I continue the exam now?" she asks, eager to continue her assault on your pussy.

You nod, giving her permission. She slips her fingers back inside of you. It doesn't hurt this time, all you feel is pleasure. You feel the coil tightening again, the urge to pee hitting you and this time you let go. You cum all over Wanda's fingers, soaking the latex with your slick.

"Good girl," Wanda says, Her words have you feeling weird, a heat pulses through your pussy and leaves you aching even though you just came.

“Now that you’re nice and stretched out let’s try the speculum,” she says. She grabs the speculum and some lube, generously dousing it before slipping it inside. Despite Wanda having just stretched your pussy out, it still hurts and you tell her such.

“I know baby. I’m sorry but we have to do this,” she softly explains. “We have to make sure this cute little pussy of yours is healthy. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

She slowly opens the speculum, making you wince and whine.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Wanda murmurs, eyes transfixed on your open hole.

“You’re so pretty,” she says. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Wanda, pretending to be the professional doctor she isn’t, grabs a swab sitting next to her, unwrapping it and positioning it to go inside you.

“I just have to take a swab and then we’ll be done okay?”

“Okay.”

Wanda inserts the swab as gently as possible, swabbing your cervix then pulling it out. She puts the sample in some liquid then calls out for Agatha.

The door opens and in walks Agatha, whose eyes widen as she takes in the scene.

“Yes Doctor?”

“Take this to the lab.” She hands Agatha the sample and Agatha walks out, but not before lingering longer than necessary in the doorway.

“I just need to close the speculum and slip it out honey. Then you’ll be good to go.”

Wanda takes her time closing the speculum, enjoying the way she can see inside you, the way your pussy clenches around it. She slowly closes it and slips it out, setting it off to the side. Then she cleans you up, undos the straps, freeing your limbs.

“Ok get dressed and then you’ll be ready to go. I’ll see you back in a week?”

“A week?”

“Yes honey. We want have to go over your results.”

That’s something that could be done over the phone, you think, but what did you know? Wanda is the doctor and she knows best. You agree and book the appointment, excited yet nervous to see Dr. Maximoff again next week.

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Colin can’t fight us all.. OMG SHES SO WOBROEBR WOAH WOAHHH

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⋮ ⌗┆FA$$HION KILLA .ᐟ ( PART I )

— OLDER ! RICH ! SEVIKA × MODEL ! READER ( HCS ) —

౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒': " was walking back home and started playing fashion killa , one of my fav songs .ᐟ.ᐟ , so why don't I put my fav things togheter ? , Sevika + rap . Here it is , should I make a part two , more domestic life ? "

𖹭 - Sevika meet you at a runaway after party, She wasn't supposed to be there, she hated those kinds of events but she came to fund a new sponsor and left with you instead.

𖹭 - You thought she was security at first... until you noticed the vintage gold Rolex, the custom cigar case, and the tailored suit.

𖹭 - You kissed her in the back garden. Lipstick on her jaw, smoke curling from her cigar, and didn't stop thinking about it for a week, that leading for a relationship barely 1 month after

𖹭 - Her credit card has no limit. But she only uses it to buy things she knows you'll forget you said you wanted, you smile like a child who just got a candy when she come home with a fur coat you watched on your phone last week and complimented it.

𖹭 - She has 2 Polaroids of you in her wallet, one of you almost glowing in the sun in the pool, smiling at her, and another of your naked after a long fuck, your hair spread on the sheets, body covered with sweat and... sticky substances, eyes shut, you dont know about the second picture.

𖹭 - Your perfume is custom. She commissioned it in Paris. The bottle's engraved with your initials and a date, her first night with you. You wear it when you want her undone.

𖹭 - She never talks to her stylists. Only yours. And only if they show her options for matching sets.

𖹭 - The first time you got cancelled after throwing a drink at the paparazzi, she brought the media not to talk about that and make people forget.

𖹭 - When you tell her you feeling with zero privacy, She start paying off paparazzi just so you can have one damn lunch in peace.

𖹭 - Her driver knows to bring you roses every Friday. Different color each week, per her order.

𖹭 - She keeps your favorite perfume in her car, your scent trailing even when you're not there.

𖹭 - Her password is your anniversary, and her wallpaper is your back in arch on the bed, naked.

𖹭 - You once fell asleep in her lap after a long show where you changed clothes at least 24 times, She didn't move for at least two hours.

𖹭 - She can't use Instagram for shit. Don’t have a profile picture or a bio, and barely post anything, and when she does, it's probably a new magazine you were. But she follows at least 10 fan pages of you.

𖹭 - She asked if you wanted kids. You said yes. She hasn't stopped looking at baby clothes since.

𖹭 - She buys you gowns you'll never wear. "For our daughter to inherit one day."

𖹭 - Your wedding? Private. Dare I say the most private of all, people just discovered when you started walking arround with a big ass ring in you finger.

𖹭 - till today, you always melt by her touch, just like the first night you both met, the night that both of your souls felt complete.

𖹭 - Since your marriage, she has always been clear that, wants to retire with you in one of her big and glamorous houses in italy

— NSFW

𖹭 - She wakes you up with her mouth. Tongue lazy between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs. You're dazed, half-asleep, hips already rolling up. She murmurs "Good morning, baby," into your skin, like it's the most natural way to start the day.

𖹭 - She keeps a private video of you tied up, begging, overstimulated and broken from too many orgasms.

𖹭 - Morning sex with espresso breath and tangled sheets is her favorite ritual.

𖹭 - She has a breeding kink, bad. It hits her hardest after high-fashion shoots where your waist looks extra small in gowns. She'll bend you over the bed, push in deep and growl, "Should fuck a baby into you, fill this perfect little body up until it's mine forever."

𖹭 - She's fucked you on the balcony of her penthouse with people below. "Let them hear you. Let them know who fucks you like this."

𖹭 - She fucked you with her strap while holding your vibrator on your clit. Didn't let you come until you called her "Mommy" with tears in your eyes

𖹭 - She's obsessed with your womb. Presses her palm over your belly, fucks deep until she feels the bulge. "This is mine too."

𖹭 - She almost cum in her pants when you degrade yourself.

𖹭 - She fucked you so hard the bed broke. Laughed after. "Guess we need sturdier furniture for this pussy, right baby, mhm?."

𖹭 - " shhh i know baby, momma got you so fucked, dont i? Look at you... m~mhm.. fuck! u can barely speak "

𖹭 - She's sent you videos of her stroking her strap slowly. Caption being "Waiting for you."

𖹭 - She fucks you like she hates you, holds you like she'd die without you

౨ৎ - 𝐓aglist ; @prettyinpink69 , @abbysdollie , @marieeeluvsyou , @littlelovelunette , @madzorwhatever.

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"Joel killed 19 people." ok?? Am I supposed to care?? God forbid a man has hobbies 🙄

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melvika scribbles i got carried away w/… perhaps a lil comic one day

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moondust in your hair [W.Maximoff]

pairing: baker!wanda x college student! reader

summary: after spending weeks looking for the perfect place for your first date, you take wanda out and give your relationship a label.

warnings: none, i think; pure fluff for once; first date shenanigans; R giggling and kicking her feet over wanda being cute

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: HIHIHIHI! so, i survived all my midterm exams which means i was finally able to finish this fic! i couldn't resist and wrote one more part for the baker!wanda series because i love her so much. plus, writing fluff has been incredible for my mental health lately. anyway, i expect to back to writing sinful smut by next week but for now, hope you enjoy <3

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For the first time in a long time, Westview had become your home again.

You still weren't fully tied down to the small town, still traveling back and forth between it and NYC, but you'd found a small semblance of normal.

Your semester at university was almost over, the threat of finals weeks looming over you whenever you decided to relax for a little too long, which meant you were one step closer to spending your summer with Wanda. There was something slightly silly to your excitement, like you were some sort of schoolgirl, looking forward to staying up all night on the phone with a forbidden crush.

In a way, that was exactly what it was.

You didn't want to call it sneaking around, it made it sound like you were doing something bad. There was nothing wrong with what Wanda and you had but that didn't stop people from talking.

From crafting stories about how she was cheating on Vision because they technically weren't divorced, about her kids hating you, about her having manipulated you with the promise of a job.

They were awful rumors, completely made up to destroy the reputation of the older woman's bakery, and yet, there was no denying the weight they carried. The damage they could do if they got out of hand.

It made things complicated, yes, but you weren't going to give up so easily.

So, after asking Wanda out on a formal date, you got to work. Every moment of free time was spent exploring the outskirts of town, and trying to find a nice place to set up a picnic for her. It took longer than you would have liked but eventually, you made a decision and told the older woman you had finally figured out how to take her on a date.

To say she found it all ridiculous would be an understatement. She swore up and down that she didn't care about other people, that she had no problem with taking you out to a nice dinner despite the rumors. You believed her but you weren't about to risk it.

Something that she found incredibly sweet and endearing.

But when the day finally came and you told her, the smile she gave you made the wait more than worth it.

It was a slow day at the bakery and you could hardly contain your excitement about what would come next. You were practically bouncing around the room, cleaning up whatever little mess you could find to keep yourself busy.

You'd told her the second you arrived about your idea but you couldn't simply have her shut the bakery early because you were dying to sneak away with her. As hard as it was, you had to wait.

The wait, however, allowed you to fill your cute picnic basket with as many treats as you could. That did mean the displays at the front were more empty than usual but it wasn't like there were too many people around to complain about it.

Plus, it gave you an excuse to keep Wanda away while you packed things up.

But finally, after what felt like forever, the workday was over and the older woman was closing up shop.

"Go wait for me in the car, will you, sweetheart?" She asks as starts closing the blinds.

You turn to face her, your pout not even fully formed, and she shakes her head affectionately at you. Without another word, she crosses the space between you to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"You're not the only one who has some surprises up her sleeve." You can practically feel her smiling against your skin and it makes your heart skip a beat. "Now, go. Please?"

Who are you to deny such a request as that one?

Your feet carry you out the door before you can pout again, your picnic basket clutched in your hands as you walk to her car. It's a little silly but you keep your head down just in case. Even though it's closing time, the sun is barely starting to set and there's still a lot of light. Not to mention, a lot of nosy people walking their dogs.

You manage to make it to the car without a problem and a few minutes later, Wanda joins you. Whatever items she brought are obscured in a tote bag so you can't tell what they are. You have no doubt it's probably wine and fresh fruit, two things that will pair nicely with the cookies you stole from the display (you'll pay her back next week).

The second she's in the car, she hands you her phone so you can punch the location into her Maps app. The action makes you smile despite how small it is. You're sure you'll never get used to how much she trusts you. How badly she wants to make sure you're taken care of in every way.

"Are you going to tell me where I'm going?" She asks as she starts the drive.

You shake your head with a giggle. "Nope, it's a surprise. You're only allowed to drive."

"Oh, that's all I'm allowed to do?" Almost instantly one of her hands drifts to yours, interlacing your fingers and squeezing.

"Hmmm," you pretend to think. "I guess you can do something else if you'd like."

"Cheeky girl," she teases before giving the back of your hand a kiss.

The rest of the drive is spent just like that. With Wanda teasing you in between quick kisses and even quicker banter. You're sure your jaw will ache soon from all your smiling but you don't mind. Especially because her smile is just as big as your own.

Despite how distracted you both are, you manage to make it to your destination at the perfect time to watch the rest of the sunset. Your excitement is more than obvious as you rush a laughing Wanda out the car, holding the picnic basket in one hand and a few blankets in the other one.

"Slow down, sweetheart!" The older woman calls out as you rush down toward a secluded spot in a clearing of trees.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" You shout back.

Her laugh accompanies you until you start setting up, laying down the blankets and pulling out the sandwiches you packed. It's while you're plating the cookies that Wanda joins you with, like you guessed, a bottle of wine in one hand and a tupperware filled with fruit in the other.

She wordlessly helps you finish your set-up, her eyebrow raising once she notices just how many pastries you took from under her nose.

The silence lingers for a little while but it's not uncomfortable. If anything, it reminds you why you love being in the green-eyed woman's presence so much. Being with her is quiet. Calm. Soothing like a day on the beach.

You lean against her side as you start digging into your feast, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the woman keeping you company and the stunning sunset overhead.

"How'd you find this place?" Wanda finally asks.

The mere question makes your cheeks heat up. "Well, I…I spent a lot of time exploring. There's no privacy almost anywhere in town so I ended up out here. It's practically a park."

"You know I would have been okay with going out to a restaurant, right?"

You shrug. "Yeah, but I wanted to do something special. And do it somewhere where we can't be interrupted."

Even though your intentions are innocent, they still make Wanda smirk, which in turn makes your stomach do a backflip. "I usually wait until the third date for that stuff, baby."

"Oh, shut up."

You hide your blushing by bumping your shoulder against hers and hoping it'll distract her. Your idea sort of works except she places her half-empty glass of wine down and takes your free hand in hers.

It's not the movement itself that makes your mind freeze, it's the ease with which she does it.

You've spent the better half of a university semester pining after this woman, thinking she would never give you the time of day, and now you're here. With her. With your side pressed tightly against her and her hand in yours, holding onto you like she never wants to let go.

It's not until the sun has fully set, and you've both eaten far too many cookies and drank almost a full bottle of wine, that you dare put a voice to your feelings.

You're on your backs, staring up at the night sky and pretending like you're paying attention to what she's saying as she points out random constellations instead of focusing solely on the veins on her hand. She's giggling about something, you're not too sure what since your mind is swimming a little, and the moon reflects the little sparkles you know litter her eyes.

When she realizes you're not laughing with her, Wanda turns to look at you. "You still with me, sweetheart?"

Instead of answering her question, you blurt out your own. "What are we?"

Her eyes widen in surprise but her lips quirk up into a smile. Not the smirk she's been throwing your way in between flirty comments, not the small and slightly fake one she uses when people are annoying her at the bakery. It's the one she reserves just for you. Where her eyes grow soft and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"What do you mean?"

You inwardly groan, not in the mood to play a weird form of Hot Potato where you pass questions back and forth. However, you're not about to back down. Not yet, at least.

"I don't know. I just…well, I really like you, Wanda. I didn't just ask you here because I was looking for a quick, fun time."

The whole time you talk, you feel like kicking yourself for getting so tangled up. You can't help it. Not when she's looking at you like you're more important than all the stars in the sky.

"y/n," she says before you can start thinking too hard. "I really like you too. And I don't know what we are, but I know what I want us to be…if you think you'd be interested, I know I'm not-"

You surge forward before she can finish her sentence.

There's very little grace to your movements as you press your lips against hers, drowning out whatever complaint she was going to make about herself. You don't want to hear. You don't think you can even bear the thought of hearing her say anything bad about herself.

Not when she's the most perfect woman you've ever laid eyes on.

Despite her surprise, Wanda melts into you. Her lips taste sweet like the pastries she spends all her free time making and you can faintly make out the smell of wine that lingers.

When you move to deepen the kiss, she throws her arm over your side to pull you against her.

The sudden movement makes you gasp but you don't dare move away. You allow her to pull you in until you're basically on top of her, your lips ghosting over each other as you try to catch your breath.

It's there, lying breathless with her beneath you, that you realize how crazy you are. How absolutely insane you are about her.

She doesn't seem to care, if the smile on her face is anything to go by.

As you move in to kiss her again, you realize you don't care either.

You can't care.

Because Wanda Maximoff wants you.

And that's all you truly care about.

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don’t know if it’s just me but I didn’t like season season 2 of tlou. Like Ingame ellie was distraught and live action was happy BROOO.. 😭 Especially the pregnancy scene.

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hey lestvika nation.......pspsps here's JazzSinger!Sevika x Lest

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EVERY SUMMERTIME

in which, a small bonding underneath a tree leads to a confession. vampire!caitlyn x reader. Inspired by Carmilla

tw: loser lesbians, fluff, reader being indenial, caitlyn being a nonchalant dreadhead. very, very short. NOT PROOFREAD..

It had been a month or two when a woman, A Kiramman, nonetheless came to you and your father, seeking refuge for her daughter. Only older than you for a few years, she had claimed that she would go to an event and needed a trustworthy household to keep her safe. It had been strange, a mother asking refuge for her beloved daughter had she thrust her in the hands of strangers.

Oddly, the daughter looked very familiar. Like the woman you saw in your dreams years ago. She had matched the vague description of the woman in your memories, the unrealistic pale skin, the red eyes, and the sharp, pointy teeth or fangs as to be specific. She introduced herself, her name, Caitlyn.

The days that turned into weeks had gone by with a charming blur. Each time with Caitlyn filled you with unrecognizable ecstasy, times with her are often you (or your mind, perhaps) gazing at her beautiful face. Occasionally, your eyes would wander to her when she was eating supper, how her dark blue hair cascaded down her shoulders, how her eyes shone even in the darkest or dimmest of lights.

You two were seated beneath a tree, the summer breeze hot and humid. You were laid in her lap as she read you a book, Romeo and Juliet. She had stated previously in some of your escapades that she is not quite fond of this type of book, yet with your fondness for them, she had tried to endure reading it for you. Your focus on the story had long been gone, led astray, your only focus is on her beauty. She had never looked more beautiful in the summer air, truly. Suddenly, a thought occurred to your mind.

“Caitlyn, had you felt love for anyone before? Or any small infatuation?” You half-wittedly blurted out of impulse.

“What an odd question, love.” You blushed at the nickname, as she carried on to read you the book. You should be used to this, to her calling you sweet nicknames, yet it hits differently every time.

“I have never been in love with anyone, nor shall I ever be. Unless it should be with you.” The blue-haired woman muttered, only enough for you to hear. You rose immediately, hitting her playfully with your bonnet. “Caitlyn! That’s preposterous!” You giggled.

"Do not lie to yourself, sweetpea, i know you dream of me.” Caitlyn says nonchalantly, as if it’s just a casual conversation.

“Hey! Just because you are my friend, of course.” In embarrassment, you hid your face to your hands, turning away from her.

“Keep telling yourself that, love.”

an: my first ever fanfic 😭 tell me what's ur thoughts i love reading them 💟

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Caitlyn getting (accidentally) TikTok famous

Caitlyn getting TikTok famous is not something you had planned on.

It isn't something she had planned on, either. One moment, she's filming a short clip showcasing her outfit of the day; and the next, she's getting thousands of likes and hundreds of comments. She had only been wearing her simple black turtleneck, high-waisted pants, and heeled boots: Caitlyn doesn't see the fuss.

But oh, other people do.

Do you do weddings? (As the bride)

Just one chance 😫

Her accent??? I'll do ANYTHING

Caitlyn barely looks at her comments. She's not really on social media to begin with, only posting a few videos a week and scrolling for five to ten minutes. They're short: usually about her outfits, some event in Piltover she went to, or a particularly intense training routine that she worked up a sweat from.

Needless to say, those comments were particularly unhinged.

You sit in bed one night, the comforter pulled over your body as you lay back against the pillows. You're glaring down at your phone, each comment you read succeeding in further pissing you off. Who even are these people, and why do they think they have a chance with your girlfriend?

"What's wrong, darling?" Caitlyn steps out from the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom. She's gorgeous: a towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair reaching her shoulders. Loose droplets of water run across her collarbone and down her chest, and you can't help the flare of jealousy that rises inside you.

You know your girlfriend is hot. Still, these sights are for your eyes only.

"Darling?" Caitlyn repeats as she dries her hair with another towel. Her eyebrows furrow in concern at your lack of response, and she steps over to sit on the edge of the bed.

You huff out a sigh, holding out your phone so that the screen faces her. "Have you seen these?" Your eyes narrow as you gesture to a few of the many comments on her most recent video.

"Yes," Caitlyn shrugs like it's obvious, like there's no reason why she should care for them. "I don't know why people like it so much."

"It's cause you're hot." Your voice morphs into a petulant whine as you state the truth. You can't help it; why should you have to share what's yours?

"That doesn't matter."

You cross your arms, sulking as if you're a child. "Yes, it does."

Caitlyn laughs softly, endeared by your pouting form. She considers your words for a moment before she sets your phone on the bed and brings your hand up to her lips. She presses a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I think it's time that people met my girlfriend, hm?"

The next day, a new video is uploaded to Caitlyn Kiramman's TikTok. A clip from the song Out of My League plays in the background as Caitlyn backs up while facing the camera, pretending to accidentally bump into a girl behind her. Then, when the beat drops, she suddenly spins around and lifts you into her arms, carrying you offscreen as she gives you the sappiest smile known to mankind.

And the caption?

Meet my future wife 💕 #wlw

My upcoming idol!Caitlyn fic is SO long and I'm trying to make it the best quality possible for you lovelies! Here are some of my silly Cait ideas while I finish it and try not to die <3

~Cherry 🍒

[kayuki-yu]

Hailee Steinfeld what an icon you are.

[kayuki-yu]

GAME ON

Rugby!Sevika x College Roommate Reader

CHAPTER THREE

You had just finished applying your nighttime moisturizer when you heard a low, annoyed sigh from behind yourself.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Sevika lying on her bed, metal arm draped across her forehead, legs stretched out, her phone resting on her stomach. Her damp hair was messy from a post-practice shower, strands sticking to her forehead, and she was wearing nothing but a white ribbed wife beater and loose blue boxers.

The sight of her like that—relaxed, undone—was unfairly attractive.

You quickly turned back to your vanity, pretending to be deeply invested in you skincare routine. "What’s with the dramatic sighing?"

Sevika let out another long exhale, more over dramatic than the last. "I need help."

You frowned slightly, dabbing a bit of lip balm on. "With…?"

"Homework," Sevika admitted begrudgingly. "Stats. It’s kicking my ass."

You bit back a smile. You had never heard Sevika admit to struggling with anything. "And you want my help?"

Your roommate rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Yeah, princess, I do."

Something about the way she said princess—all slow and teasing—made your stomach tighten in a way you did not appreciate.

You cleared your throat, shaking it off. "Alright," you said, standing up and stretching. "Let’s see what we’re working with."

Sevika scooted over, making space for you to sit on the edge of her bed. The dorm wasn’t huge, so the proximity was unavoidable. You could feel the warmth radiating off Sevika’s skin, smell the faint mix of clean laundry, soap, and something deeper—woodsy and warm.

You focused very, very hard on Sevika’s laptop screen. "Okay, show me where you’re stuck."

Sevika groaned, running a hand through her damp hair. "Literally all of it."

You bit back a laugh and pulled the laptop onto your lap, scanning the assignment. "It’s not that bad. You just have to break it down."

For the next twenty minutes, you walked Sevika through the basics, explaining things in a way that actually made sense. Sevika, to her credit, tried to keep up, even though she was clearly exhausted.

At some point, she flopped back onto her pillows, groaning dramatically. "I don’t know how you do this."

You smirked. "Because I actually pay attention in class?"

Sevika opened one eye. "Rude."

You shrugged. "Just saying."

She smirked, eyes flickering toward your desk, cluttered with makeup and textbooks. "You’re such a nerd, you know that?"

You scoffed. "I am not."

"You literally have color-coded notebooks and a planner with stickers," The woman next to you teased.

"And you have no organization at all," You shot back.

"That’s why I have you," Sevika said, voice low and easy.

Your breath hitched for a fraction of a second before you yourself to ignore whatever that meant.

Instead, you changed the subject. "What do you listen to when you study?"

Sevika stretched her arms above her head, considering. "Depends. If I actually need to focus, probably Frank Ocean... If I’m hyping myself up? Kendrick."

You raised an eyebrow. "You would listen to Kendrick."

She smirked. "What, you don’t?"

"I mean, I do sometimes," you admitted. "But I listen to a lot of Queen, Chappel Roan…"

Sevika tilted her head. "Okay, Queen is solid. I didn’t know you had taste."

You rolled your eyes. "Gee, thanks."

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. You leaned back slightly, stretching out your legs, your knee brushing against Sevika’s massive thigh. You pretended not to notice the slight touch.

Sevika’s gaze flickered toward your bed, and a slow smirk spread across her face. "You know," she said, "your bed looks like it belongs to a twelve-year-old."

You gasped. "Excuse me?"

She chuckled, nodding toward the pink fluffy comforter, the fairy lights strung up along the headboard, three extra fluffy blankets, the literal pile of stuffed animals.

"Do not come for my bed," you said, crossing your arms. "It’s cozy."

"It’s adorable. And childish," Sevika corrected, clearly amused.

You huffed. "Well, yours looks like a prison cot."

Your incredibly rude roommate shrugged. "What, you want me to throw a few teddy bears on it?"

You smirked. "I dare you."

Sevika chuckled, shaking her head. "Not happening, princess."

You rolled her eyes at her, standing up and stretching. "Your loss. Stuffed animals are great."

Sevika watched you for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. But then she just smirked. "Night, Y/N. Thanks for the homework help."

You nodded, slipping into bed and turning off the light. "Night, Sevika."

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That night, you had a dream.

A very inappropriate, very vivid dream.

You were back in the dorm, but something was different. The air was heavy, charged. You was standing in front of Sevika, close enough to feel her warmth, close enough to notice the way her eyes darkened as she looked at you.

Sevika reached out, her metal fingers brushing against your bare shoulder, trailing down your arm in a way that sent a shiver through your entire body.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" Sevika’s voice was low, rough. Almost scary.

You swallowed hard. "I—"

Before you could finish the thought, Sevika’s hands were on your waist, tugging you forward. Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel every hard line of muscle against your own soft curves.

Sevika leaned in, lips ghosting over your neck, breath warm against your skin. "I bet you taste as sweet as you smell."

Your knees nearly buckled.

You felt Sevika’s mouth trail lower down your neck, hot and teasing, and—

You woke up gasping for air.

Your heart was pounding, your skin burning, your entire body wired with heat.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the dream to disapear, willing yourself to forget.

But it was no use.

Because now, when you looked over at Sevika’s sleeping figure—her broad shoulders, her steady breathing, the way her wife beater had ridden up just enough to reveal a sliver of brown skin—all you could think about was how it had felt to have Sevika’s hands on her.

Even if it had only been a dream.

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The cafe was cozy, nestled between two bookstores on a quiet street just off campus. It smelled like espresso and sugar, warm with the hum of soft indie music playing overhead. Students occupied almost every table, laptops open, notebooks spread out, the occasional burst of laughter cutting through the steady murmur of conversation.

You sat across from Sevika in a booth near the window, your laptop open in front of you, a half-drunk strawberry iced matcha in your hand. You had thrown your hair up into an updo a few minutes ago, not thinking much of it—until she noticed Sevika watching you.

You weren’t sure why Sevika was watching you, but something about the weight of her gaze made your stomach tighten into knots and flood with butterflies.

You focused on your laptop, pretending that you weren’t suddenly very aware of Sevika’s eyes on you.

"So, where were we?" You asked, clearing your throat.

Your roommate blinked, as if she had been lost in thought. "Uh. Something about probability."

You bit back a smile. "Something about probability?"

Sevika smirked, sipping her incredibly boring espresso. "I don’t know, princess. That’s your job to figure out."

You rolled your eyes. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," Sevika said, leaning forward on her elbows, "you agreed to help me."

You sighed dramatically, clicking back onto the stats assignment. "Unfortunately."

Sevika chuckled but let you get back to explaining. For the next hour, you walked her through the material, breaking it down in a way that made sense, your fingers tapping against the table as you spoke.

Sevika wasn’t listening as much as she should have been.

She was too distracted by the way you absentmindedly chewed your bottom lip while you concentrated. The way your tank top hugged your figure perfectly, the soft golden glint of your necklaces, the smooth lines of your throat.

She definitely wasn’t thinking about the way you had lifted your arms to tie up your hair earlier, exposing the subtle curve of your waist, the sliver of tanned skin above the waistband of your jeans.

Nope. Not thinking about that at all.

You, on the other hand, were struggling for very different reasons.

Your mind had been a disaster all morning. Every time you looked at Sevika—really looked at her—flashes of last night’s dream hit you like a freight train. The heat of Sevika’s hands on your waist. The low rasp of her voice. The way her lips had felt, warm and teasing against your skin—

You clenched your jaw, pushing the thought far, far away. You were being ridiculous. It was just a dream.

Sevika caught you staring. "You good?"

Your face burned bright red. "Yes."

Sevika narrowed her eyes slightly, but let it go.

You wrapped up the study session about twenty minutes later, finishing off your drinks as students came and went around you two.

Sevika stretched her arms above her head, letting out a deep sigh. "Alright, nerd. I think my brain is officially fried."

You snorted. "I’m shocked you lasted this long."

Sevika smirked, leaning back into the booth. "You underestimate me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"

The woman chuckled but didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head slightly. "What are you up to now?"

You finished the last of your matcha. "Dance studio."

Sevika nodded. "Solo practice?"

"Yeah," you said, slipping your laptop into your tote bag. "I need to get in a few extra hours before I try out for the dance team next week."

Sevika hummed, considering. "Maybe I’ll stop by sometime. See if you’re actually good or if the school’s just desperate for dancers."

You gasped, scandalized. "I’ll have you know, I’m very good."

She smirked, amused by her indignation. "I guess I’ll just have to see for myself."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

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The dance studio was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you feel like you could breathe again.

You stood in front of the mirror, hands resting on your hips, your water bottle set on the floor nearby. The room smelled faintly of wood and sweat, of polished floors and effort. It was your second home, the place where you could let everything else fall away.

But today, your mind would not shut up.

You had spent the entire study session fighting off the most inconvenient thoughts about Sevika, and now, as you stretched, those thoughts slipped through the cracks again.

Sevika, lying in bed with damp hair. Sevika, watching you tie up your hair with that unreadable look in her eyes. Sevika, calling you princess in that low, teasing voice.

You groaned, pressing your palms against your face. "Get it together."

You turned on the music, hoping it would drown out everything else going on in your mind.

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You lounged on your bed, a box of Raising Cane’s resting on your lap as you dipped a crinkle fry into a little tub of Cane’s sauce. Jinx and Mel were sprawled out across your comforter, all three of you decked out in fluffy pajamas and matching face masks—Jinx’s was neon pink, Mel’s a smooth clay green, and yours a soft lavender shade.

"I swear to God, this is peak self-care," Jinx said through a mouthful of chicken tenders, licking sauce off her fingers.

"I’m telling you," Mel chimed in, stretching her legs out, "nothing beats a greasy fast food binge and skincare. Even though those things are not related, like, at all."

You hummed in agreement, taking a sip of your iced tea. It had been a long day, and a girls’ night was exactly what you needed—something normal, safe, and completely unrelated to…

You shoved the thought away before it could form.

Jinx, ever the instigator, tossed a napkin at your face. "So, Y/N," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Speaking of things that nothing beats, and no one beats this certain persons hotness-"

You groaned. "Nope. Not doing this."

Mel giggled, adjusting her headband. "Come on! You’ve been weird all day."

"I have not."

Jinx rolled onto her stomach, kicking her feet. "Babe. You so have.

You made the very unfortunate mistake of hesitating. It was a fraction of a second, but it was enough for both of them to pounce.

"Oh my God," Jinx gasped, sitting up. "You’re hiding something."

Mel gasped. "Did something happen?!"

"No!" You squeaked, your face already heating up and betraying you and your lies.

Jinx grinned. "Y/N."

"No."

"Y/N."

"I hate you."

Mel grabbed your shoulders. "Spill."

You groaned, tossing your head back against your pillows. "It was just a stupid dream, okay?! That’s all."

Mel and Jinx screamed.

"Oh, this is wild," Jinx said, bouncing excitedly. "What kind of dream? Did you have a sex dream?"

"I hate you both."

"Was it about—" Mel gasped dramatically. "Sevika?"

You shoved a pillow over your face. "Oh my God."

Jinx practically vibrated with excitement. "You had a sex dream about Sevika?" She squealed.

You groaned into the pillow. "Please kill me."

Mel giggled, grabbing your arm. "Tell us everything."

"I will not."

Jinx nudged you. "Y/N. You have to."

You peeked out from behind the pillow, your face turning a violent shade of red. "It was just—" You cleared your throat. "It was…her. And me. And she was…um."

Jinx and Mel leaned in, eager to hear more.

"She was, uh…" You swallowed. "Very…close."

They screamed.

Mel fanned herself. "Oh my God."

Jinx grabbed your wrist, shaking it. "Are you kidding?! That’s so hot."

"It was not," You insisted. "It was humiliating."

Mel waggled her eyebrows. "Or…was it revealing?"

You threw a fry at her. She scowled at you and ate it.

Jinx grinned. "Okay, okay, but like…objectively speaking, Sevika is hot. Even though she like, has this stupid rivalry thing with Vi."

You groaned. "Don’t."

Mel wiggled her fingers. "Doooon’t deny it."

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate this conversation."

Before they could tease you more, the dorm door swung open.

And in walked Sevika.

She was sweaty, her skin glowing from the gym, dressed in loose gray sweatpants and a very tight compression shirt that clung to every inch of muscle. She had her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her hair damp from sweat, and she looked unfairly attractive.

You felt your soul leave your body.

Sevika glanced at you and your friends, amused. "Should I be concerned about the screaming?"

Mel, being the worst, smirked. "Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing important."

Jinx giggled. "Nothing you’d be interested in."

You suddenly had the urge to die.

Sevika raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, tossing her bag onto her bed. She stretched her arms behind her head, the motion making her shirt ride up just enough to show a flash of her abs.

You were not looking.

(Okay, you were absolutely looking.)

Sevika smirked, tilting her head. "What? You three gossiping about me?"

Jinx beamed. "Why? Would you want us to?"

Sevika let out a low chuckle, and oh no.

Her gaze flicked to you, slow and assessing. "Depends."

Your brain shut down. Sevika was flirting with you, which Jinx and Mel caught onto immediately.

"Oh my God," Mel whispered dramatically.

You could feel your face heating up once again. It’s like you had a permanent blush. You were still thinking about The Dream, and now Sevika was standing there, looking annoyingly attractive, all muscle and sweat and teasing smirks. You cleared your throat, gripping your drink a little too hard. "We were just…talking."

Sevika’s smirk widened. "Just talking?"

Jinx grinned. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Sevika chuckled, grabbing a water bottle from her desk. "You’re all so weird."

Mel hummed. "And you’re so sweaty."

Sevika took a swig of water. "Thanks, princess."

You nearly choked on air.

Sarah and Anna had never looked so satisfied with themselves.

Sevika glanced at you, something amused in her gaze. Then, without another word, she grabbed her towel and headed toward the bathroom.

The second the door shut, all hell broke loose.

Jinx grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. "She so wants you."

Mel screamed into a pillow, overcome with giggles. "Did you see that?"

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate my life."

Jinx cackled. "Oh, babe. This is just the beginning."

The moment you all heard the shower turn on in the jack-and-Jill bathroom, your friends pounced.

You had barely taken a breath before Jinx grabbed you by the shoulders for a second time, eyes wild with mischeif. "Okay, listen up. We are going to make Sevika fall in love with you."

Your eyes widened in terror. "Excuse me?!"

Mel clapped her hands together, grinning. "No more playgirl Sevika. No more random girls in your dorm. No more flirting with you and pretending it means nothing. Nope. We are making her obsessed with you."

Your mouth gaped open. "You guys are insane, and so is this plan."

Jinx ignored you. "Step one: We use science. Psychological warfare, if you will."

You groaned. "Oh my God."

"Shut up, you love us."

"Not right now, I don’t."

Mel giggled. "Okay, okay, so here’s the plan."

Jinx leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "First, we use colors."

You blinked. "…Colors?" This is about the craziest thing you’ve ever heard.

Mel nodded sagely. "Sevika definitely has a favorite color, and also a favorite color that you wear sometimes. You need to wear it all the time."

Jinx grinned. "We already know she loves when you wear navy blue. You should also test out black and red. Vi says that Sevika likes those colors

You covered your face. "You guys are the worst."

Jinx poked your side. "Next: you have to start wearing things that’ll make her suffer."

"What?!"

"You know," Mel smirked, "tank tops, little shorts, crop tops. Walk around the dorm in tiny pajama sets. Maybe a towel every now and then."

You gasped, scandalized. "Mel!"

"What?" She sipped her iced tea innocently. "Just saying, if Sevika is already flirting with you when you’re not trying, imagine what happens when you do."

You groaned, dropping your head onto Jinx’s shoulder. "I hate this conversation."

Jinx patted your back. "No, babe, you love it."

Mel nudged you. "Next step: flirt with other people."

You shot up. "What?" You exclaimed again.

"Jealousy," Mel explained. "She needs to see other people wanting you. It’ll make her crazy."

You hesitated. "That feels kind of…mean."

Mel shrugged. "You don’t actually have to do anything. Just be you. We both saw her at the party. She noticed when you danced with Jinx’s sister. She noticed every guy who flirted with you. She notices everything about you, Y/N. You just need to turn up the heat."

Jinx grinned. "Oh, and you have to start going to her rugby games."

You tilted her head. "But I already support her—"

"Not like that," Jinx interrupted. "You need to show up in something cute, act like her biggest fan, and make sure she knows it."

Mel nodded. "And you have to make sure she sees you caring about her. Ask about her games, check in when she’s tired, bring her coffee when she has a rough practice. Girls like her act all tough, but deep down? They melt when someone actually gives a shit."

Jinx snapped her fingers. "Oh! And you have to invite her to your dance performance."

Mel gasped. "Yes! Can you imagine? Watching you on stage? Looking perfect and stunning and untouchable?"

You bit your lip. "I mean…that would be kind of nice."

Mel grinned. "Oh, babe. It would ruin her."

You exhaled, shaking your head. "You two are pure evil."

"Thank you," Mel said sweetly.

Jinx sat back, stretching. "Okay, that’s the plan. If you follow all of this, Sevika will be wrapped around your finger by Christmas."

You chewed your bottom lip, mind spinning. Could this actually work? Did you even want it to work? Sevika was…Sevika. Complicated. Dangerous. Gorgeous. Annoying.

But also—warm. And funny. And thoughtful, when she wasn’t being a menace.

And lately, you had been thinking about her way more than you should.

You exhaled. "I hate you guys."

Jinx smirked. "No, babe. You love us."

Meanwhile…

Sevika stood just outside the bathroom door, towel slung over her shoulder, hair still damp. She had stepped out of the shower a few minutes ago, so she had heard Mel and Jinx planning

And she had heard everything.

She smirked to herself, leaning against the wall.

So.

You were about to start playing games?

Cute.

Sevika had been holding herself back for weeks. She wasn’t stupid—she knew there was something between them, something electric and alive whenever they were in the same room. She had flirted, teased, pushed just enough to get a reaction. But now?

Now you were going to start testing her limits?

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you just started.

Sevika ran a hand through her hair, her smirk deepening.

If you wanted to make her fall?

Then it was only fair that Sevika did the same.

Game on.

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oh my gyatt guys this is a long chapter😭 ALSO it has a title yay! i didn’t think that so many people would love this story, thank you!!

also oh my god finals are kicking my ass. if i’m slow with updates then that’s why!

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