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Paige Bueckers x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Child angst? Maybe? Fluff, domestic, crying, tantrums, mentions of autism?

Synopsis: Your very busy life, as a mother and a wife but, you wouldn't want to have it any other way

Monday mornings in the Bueckers household were an Olympic event. Not dramatic. Not tragic. Just full. Shoes gone missing, cereal bowls clinking, cartoon noise overlapping with toothbrush humming, and one too-loud five-year-old trying to find her Very Specific Hair Clip like it was a national emergency.

The alarm went off at 6:30 a.m., but no one moved until 6:42.

Paige groaned into her pillow, arm flopped over Y/N’s waist.

“Tell me it’s Sunday,” she muttered.

Y/N blinked at the ceiling. “Monday.”

“Again?”

“Forever.”

Down the hall, feet hit the floor with a thump. Then came the first voice.

“MOMMY? Where’s my moon shirt?! I had it! It was on the floor for bedtime, and now it’s GONE!”

“Shit,” Y/N whispered.

By 6:47, both moms were vertical. Barely.

Y/N shuffled toward the girls’ rooms with half a hair tie still clinging to her wrist. Paige wandered into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, which groaned in sympathy.

Hazel was awake and already dressed. Kind of. She stood in her closet, holding up two long-sleeved shirts with equal suspicion.

“Tag check,” she said calmly.

Y/N, still bleary-eyed, took them both, flipped them inside out, and started snipping.

Hazel wore the same three shirts in rotation: the green bug-print one, the bluey one that violet keeps stealing and the plain gray one with soft seams. Everything else required negotiation.

“Can I wear the bug one again?” she asked.

Y/N checked it, smelled it. “No offense, babe, but it smells like mud and applesauce.”

Hazel nodded solemnly. “Then the Bluey one.”

Meanwhile, Violet’s door burst open like she was storming the castle. She wore pajama pants and a cape fashioned from a beach towel.

“I CAN’T GO TO SCHOOL WITHOUT MY MOON SHIRT,” she announced to the world. “I WILL PERISH.”

Hazel turned to her. “You say that every Monday.”

“BECAUSE I MIGHT.”

“Girls,” Y/N warned. “We are not doing end-of-days at seven A.M. Find your shoes.”

“I am in my shoes,” Violet said dramatically, lifting her pajamaed foot. “In spirit.”

By 7:15, breakfast was in progress.

Hazel sat quietly at the table, spooning plain yogurt with granola into her mouth, pausing only to tap her fingers against the table in an even rhythm. She liked neutral foods on Monday. Oatmeal if she was in a yellow mood, yogurt if she was in a blue one.

Today was blue.

Violet, however, was chaos in a unicorn hoodie. She demanded banana slices on her waffle, then changed her mind halfway through and asked for them “reconstructed,” which apparently meant separated into a different bowl. Then she cried when her fork had syrup on it. Then she cried harder when Paige used the “syrup fork” to hand her the banana bowl.

Hazel watched her sister sob into her waffle and whispered, “That’s so many tears.”

Y/N crouched to Violet’s level. “Do you want to pick a new fork?”

“I want to go back to bed and wake up in a different week.”

“Same, kid,” Paige muttered from the Keurig.

By 7:37, Y/N was zipping jackets while Violet insisted she could do her own hair, despite never once having done it successfully.

Hazel already had her backpack on, full of items she had packed the night before: a fidget popper, her magnifying glass, her laminated Bug Club field guide, two pencils she sharpened herself, and a snack that included exactly six baby carrots.

Not five. Not seven.

“You ready, Hazey?” Paige asked, crouching to eye-level.

Hazel blinked up at her. “Did you know that female praying mantises sometimes eat their mates?”

“I didn’t.”

“They start at the head.”

“Love that for them.”

Hazel smiled slightly. “I like bugs more than people sometimes.”

“Same,” Paige said.

7:44 a.m. was always the mad dash.

Y/N held out Violet’s shoes like they were fire extinguishers. “Let’s go, Vi. We need to be out the door in two minutes.”

“I need my galaxy hair clip.”

“You said you wanted the butterfly one.”

“That was before my waffle betrayal.”

Paige stepped in with her calm-coach voice. “Okay, we’re gonna take three big breaths and pick one clip.”

“I WANT SEVEN.”

Y/N groaned and picked her up, carried her bodily to the car as Violet declared, “This is a violation of my civil rights!”

Hazel trailed behind, narrating to herself. “It’s always more dramatic on Mondays. Maybe because the moon was full last night.”

By 7:51, they were in the car. Somehow.

Hazel sat with her book open, reading about bark beetles. Violet kicked the back of the passenger seat and sang about cats made of lightning.

Y/N adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at her daughters.

Hazel’s sleeves were tugged down over her wrists. Violet had granola in her hair.

She exhaled.

“Do we have everything?” Paige asked, buckling in beside her.

“Hazel’s lunch is labeled. Violet’s form is signed. I packed extra pull-ups for the nap mat.”

“Supermom,” Paige whispered.

“I haven’t even changed.”

“Still hot.”

The drive to school was always quieter than the house. Not quiet, but less loud.

Violet was half-asleep by the time they turned onto the school street, head lolling to one side. Hazel, still focused, traced her finger down a paragraph and whispered, “Did you know some beetles glow in the dark because of bioluminescent bacteria? I bet they have good parties.”

Paige turned in her seat. “You nervous about anything today?”

Hazel didn’t look up. “I don’t like lunch duty with Ms. Barker. She’s loud. Her shoes squeak when she walks.”

“Want me to email your teacher?”

Hazel shook her head. “I’ll just sit on the end of the table.”

Y/N met Paige’s eyes. Another unspoken: she knows how to take care of herself… and I still want to bubble-wrap her.

By 8:07, they were pulling into the drop-off line.

Hazel zipped her bug jacket all the way up. Violet sat up suddenly, wide-eyed.

“Wait. I forgot my nap bunny.”

Y/N turned around. “You haven’t used the bunny in weeks.”

“But today is the day.”

“I’ll drop it off, okay?”

Violet looked betrayed, then sighed deeply like she was forty and about to sue someone. “Fine. But don’t forget. I need her for moral support.”

Hazel leaned over and whispered something to her. Violet nodded.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Secret sibling code,” Hazel said simply, then opened her door.

Watching Hazel walk into the building, backpack snug, arms straight at her sides, never failed to squeeze Y/N’s heart.

She still felt like following her in. Like holding her hand until lunch. Like explaining to the loud substitute why Hazel sometimes covers her ears or doesn’t like it when other kids touch her markers.

But she didn’t.

She just waved, and Hazel waved back, and then disappeared inside.

Violet followed, skipping two steps behind her like a miniature shadow, shouting, “WAIT FOR ME, BUG QUEEN!”

Back in the car, Paige reached over and took Y/N’s hand.

“You did good.”

“I didn’t cry this time.”

“You almost did.”

“I miss her already.”

“She’s fine. She’s thriving. And you’re gonna be okay.”

Y/N let herself smile. “Until bedtime.”

“Until bedtime.”

Hazel didn’t really like school. She liked learning. She liked books and facts and tiny plastic beetles she could line up on the edge of her desk like a science exhibit. But school — the parts with chairs that squeaked, hallways that echoed, and teachers who said things like “everyone has to participate” — that was harder.

She didn’t complain, though.

Hazel didn’t really do complaining. She just found ways to work around things that made her feel buzzy or weird or out-of-place.

Her teacher, Ms. Lee, was one of the good ones. She understood that Hazel sometimes needed to sit next to circle time instead of in it. She knew that when Hazel stared out the window for five minutes, she was probably just imagining a bug colony starting a government.

But not everyone got it.

Y/N had gotten the email around 10:12 that morning.

“Hi Y/N, I just wanted to loop you in on a quick recess moment — nothing major, but Hazel didn’t want to join the group game again today, and one of the other moms reached out expressing concern. I assured her we’re working on encouraging inclusion. Happy to chat if you’d like.”

Y/N had stared at the screen. Read it again. Then slowly set down her tea and muttered, “Encouraging inclusion, my ass.”

She spent the next twenty minutes pacing in front of the laundry basket, muttering things like “Hazel doesn’t need to learn to play tag, Karen, she’s not applying to the NFL” and angrily folding toddler socks while imagining elaborate ways to crash the next PTA meeting.

Paige, mid-practice break, FaceTimed her at the exact wrong moment.

Y/N answered still holding a sock like a weapon.

“Oh no,” Paige said immediately. “Who emailed you.”

“Hazel didn’t play tag at recess and now it’s a thing.”

Paige exhaled. “Did she push someone? Cry? Bite anyone?”

“No. She just didn’t play.”

“…So she sat by the tree again?”

“Probably organizing ants by family structure. But some mom complained.”

Paige rubbed her forehead. “Is this the same mom who brought gluten-free, sugar-free, joy-free cupcakes to last month's birthday party?”

“Yes. And she’s on the PTA.”

Paige sighed. “Want me to call the school?”

“No,” Y/N muttered. “But I do want to launch her Range Rover into the sun.”

At school, Hazel sat on the bench near the edge of the playground, eating her snack with one hand and sketching a picture of a beetle queen with the other.

A couple of kids ran past her, laughing too loudly. One accidentally kicked mulch into her shoe. Hazel didn’t react — just paused to shake the pieces out and went back to drawing.

Violet, on the other hand, was halfway across the playground when she spotted it.

Her sister. Sitting alone.

Again.

She had tried — really tried — to play with the other kindergartners. But their rules were weird and too many of them yelled, and one girl named Olivia told her that Hazel was “weird” and “doesn’t know how to play freeze tag right.”

Violet had pushed her. Not hard. Just enough to make her point.

She was still on a semi-probation from the monkey bars.

But now, seeing Hazel by herself again, Violet stomped over and plopped down next to her in the mulch.

Hazel blinked. “Aren’t you playing with the chalk kids?”

“They’re boring and mean.”

Hazel looked back at her notebook. “You can go if you want.”

“I want to be here.”

Hazel’s shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit.

“I’m drawing a bug army,” she said after a moment. “For the beetle queen.”

“Can I be the butterfly assassin?”

Hazel nodded slowly. “You have to pass the loyalty test.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t run away when people say I’m weird.”

Violet narrowed her eyes. “I would bite them.”

Hazel smiled. “You’d be a good butterfly assassin.”

Y/N picked the girls up that afternoon like she always did — coffee in hand, anxiety simmering just below the surface, sunglasses on because she’d cried earlier and didn’t want Violet to notice.

She watched as Violet came sprinting out of the building, hair a mess, backpack hanging off one shoulder, yelling, “MOMMMMYYYYY, I DIDN’T CRY DURING REST TIME AND I GOT TWO GOLDFISH.”

Hazel trailed behind at a more even pace, hugging her sketchbook to her chest.

Y/N crouched and opened her arms.

Violet launched into her like a missile.

Hazel leaned into the side of the hug. Not all the way, but enough.

“Hard day?” Y/N asked softly.

Hazel shook her head. “Just noisy.”

“Want to talk about it in the car?”

“Can I talk about bug empires instead?”

“Of course, baby.”

The car ride home was Hazel’s favorite part of the day.

She’d unbuckle, fold her legs on the seat, and rest her notebook in her lap like she was a professor giving a lecture.

“Today I made a list of all the bugs I’d bring to space. Ants, because they’re organized. Beetles, because they’re strong. Moths, because they understand darkness. No wasps.”

“Wasps are jerks,” Violet agreed from the back seat.

Hazel nodded. “Wasps ruin birthday parties.”

Y/N smiled as she drove, listening to her daughters build an imaginary insect space colony while the sun dipped low and the streetlights clicked on one by one.

That night at dinner, Paige was late.

Practice ran long, and Hazel only ate half her pasta before asking to go organize her markers. Violet refused to eat anything that wasn’t shaped like a dinosaur.

Y/N tried not to snap.

She didn’t always succeed.

“Vi, please. Just one bite that’s not a T-Rex.”

“BUT I ONLY LIKE THE TASTY ONES.”

Hazel blinked at her sister’s outburst, confused and quiet.

“I don’t get why crying is part of dinner,” she said softly.

Y/N closed her eyes. “It’s not, honey. I’m just… tired.”

Hazel nodded and slid a green stegosaurus toward Violet. “This one’s shaped like it has manners.”

Later, once the girls were in bed (or at least in their rooms), Paige came home to find Y/N sitting on the couch, eyes red, holding a bug sketch and a half-empty glass of wine.

Paige didn’t say anything at first. She just sat beside her and waited.

“They want to ‘encourage inclusion,’” Y/N finally muttered.

Paige sighed. “Hazel didn’t even notice, did she?”

“No. But I did.”

Y/N swallowed. “I see the way they look at her. And at me. Like I did something wrong. Like I’m not parenting her right. Like it’s our fault she’d rather talk about moon craters than make bracelets in a group circle.”

Paige leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder. “Hazel is brilliant. Weird and curious and wild and brilliant. They don’t get to decide who she’s supposed to be.”

Y/N exhaled shakily. “I just want her to be okay.”

“She is.”

Y/N leaned into Paige’s shoulder. “And Violet’s about to punch another child in defense of her sister.”

Paige smiled. “At least we know she’s loyal.”

Hazel didn’t like bubble wrap.

Too loud. Too sudden. Too nothing for five seconds and then popPOPPOP all at once.

But in some metaphorical way, Y/N had wrapped her in it anyway.

Not because she thought Hazel was fragile. But because the world didn’t bend for girls like her. And if it wouldn’t bend, Y/N would pad every corner, kick down every unfair door, and snatch the damn scissors from anyone who dared to pop her daughter’s peace.

It just… got exhausting sometimes.

And Hazel was starting to notice.

Tuesday Morning, 6:58 AM

“I can pack my own lunch,” Hazel said calmly, standing on the step stool in the kitchen.

Y/N blinked. “Oh. Okay, I just thought—”

“I know what I eat.”

“You do,” Y/N said quickly, handing her the carrots. “I just like helping.”

Hazel nodded, grabbing the bento box and carefully lining up each baby carrot like soldiers. “You can help Violet instead. She put cheese in her pocket again.”

From the other room: “NO I DIDN’T.”

Y/N sighed and looked over at Paige, who was nursing her coffee like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

“You’re up early,” Y/N said softly.

“I’m not. I’m just standing with my eyes open.”

7:42 AM – The Dash

Hazel tugged her soft, tagless navy sweatshirt over her head. Violet screamed in the hallway because her socks had “stitches that feel mean.”

“Hazel, can you grab your sister’s shoes while I do her hair?”

Hazel hesitated. “I don’t want to go in there when she’s loud.”

Y/N flinched. “Right. Sorry. I can—”

“I’ll get the shoes,” Paige offered, yawning and already halfway down the hall.

Hazel and Y/N looked at each other, quiet.

“You don’t like when I make you do emotional stuff,” Y/N said gently.

Hazel shook her head. “I like when people tell me what they need. I don’t know what to do when people cry.”

“I don’t always know either.”

Hazel thought for a second, then offered: “That’s okay.”

At School, That Afternoon

Hazel didn’t notice the stares. Or maybe she did, but she had gotten good at filing them away like background noise.

She sat cross-legged near the fence at recess, sorting pebbles by texture — smooth, scratchy, sparkly, chalk-dusty.

Three girls ran by. One of them pointed. “Why is she always doing rock stuff? She’s weird.”

Hazel didn’t flinch. She just adjusted her stack.

But Violet heard it.

From across the yard, mid-tetherball, she heard it.

And stomped.

“HEY!” Violet shouted. “She’s not weird, she’s just INTERESTING!”

Hazel looked up.

The girls laughed. “Your sister’s a rock weirdo.”

Violet opened her mouth to retaliate — and stopped.

She turned, marched toward Hazel, and plopped beside her in the grass.

“What’s that one?” she asked, pointing to a black stone.

Hazel passed it to her. “Volcanic.”

“What’s it do?”

“It exists. That’s kind of enough.”

Violet nodded. “Then I’m a volcanic rock too.”

After School

Y/N was already parked in the pickup line when she saw Hazel coming out, her hood up, her arms crossed over her Bug Club binder.

Violet followed behind, bouncing as usual, waving at anyone who looked her way.

When they got in the car, Hazel climbed into her seat, buckled up, and stared out the window.

Y/N didn’t ask ��how was school?” — she knew better.

Instead, she tried, “Did you know turtles can breathe through their butts?”

Hazel blinked. “Cloacal respiration. Old news.”

From the back: “YOU SAID BUTT,” Violet squealed.

Y/N smirked. “Hazel, anything on your mind?”

Hazel shrugged. “I didn’t cry. So it wasn’t a bad day.”

Y/N exhaled softly. Paige’s words from the night before echoed: She’s not broken. You don’t need to fix it before she tells you there’s a problem.

“Okay,” Y/N said, “Let’s go home and make dino nuggets.”

“I want the ones shaped like herbivores,” Hazel whispered.

“Copy that.”

Later That Night

The girls were in bed — or near it — and Y/N stood in the laundry room folding tiny socks and smaller leggings with military precision.

Paige walked in holding a juice pouch.

“She said thanks for not asking,” Paige said gently.

Y/N paused. “Hazel?”

“Yeah. I tucked her in and she said, ‘I like when Mommy doesn’t make me talk about hard things before bed.’”

Y/N laughed under her breath, hands on her hips.

“I’m trying so hard not to mess this up,” she said.

Paige set the juice down and hugged her from behind.

“You’re not messing it up. You’re showing up. That’s the job.”

Y/N leaned back against her. “Sometimes I just want to bubble-wrap her.”

“She wouldn’t let you,” Paige said. “And Vi would just pop every square out of spite.”

That Weekend

They didn’t go to any parties. Violet was invited to one, but she refused to go without Hazel.

“Why would I want to play dress-up with someone who doesn’t like my sister?” she said, arms crossed, rainbow clip in her hair.

So instead, they played in the backyard.

Hazel lined up tiny army men with insect wings glued to their backs. Violet acted out dramatic soap operas with grass clippings and dandelions.

Y/N sat in the doorway, coffee in hand, watching them just… be.

Not fixed. Not polished. Not trying to be anything they weren’t.

Just Hazel. Just Violet.

And that was enough.

Hazel didn’t like the new hallway tile.

It was too shiny. It squeaked under shoes in a way that made her shoulders tense, and it made the lights feel brighter somehow. On Monday morning, she stood in the entryway of her school and refused to take one more step.

“It’s the same hallway,” Y/N had said gently, crouched beside her. “They just cleaned the floors.”

“It’s louder,” Hazel whispered, eyes on the tiles. “And slippery. I can feel it.”

“Want to walk next to me?” Paige offered, giving her a little room. “We’ll go slow.”

Hazel didn’t answer, but she did start moving — carefully, like each step needed approval from her nervous system.

Violet, meanwhile, had already bolted halfway down the hall and was yelling something about art class and glitter glue.

Y/N watched Hazel's slow progress, then looked at Paige, her jaw tight.

“I should’ve emailed the school. Asked about the maintenance schedule.”

“Babe,” Paige said gently. “It’s just waxed tile.”

“It’s not just waxed tile to her.”

That afternoon, Y/N walked around Target with an abandoned grocery list in one hand and a cart full of soft-seam leggings, cotton undershirts, and exactly three backup pairs of Hazel’s favorite socks.

She didn’t realize how much she was overdoing it until she found herself comparing the thread count on pillowcases like Hazel was planning to move into the linen aisle.

She called Paige while sitting in the cart herself, phone balanced on her knee.

“I’m spiraling.”

“I figured.”

“She hated the floor this morning.”

“I know. But she still went.”

Y/N closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her temple. “What if next time it’s too much? What if it’s a fire drill or a different sub or someone bumps her the wrong way and I’m not there?”

There was a pause on the other end.

“You’re not supposed to be there, Y/N. That’s the whole point.”

“I don’t like the point.”

“I know.”

Hazel had always needed just enough control over her environment to feel safe.

And Y/N had always been the type to build a moat around her daughters’ comfort. She could see it — the way Hazel stood a little too close to the wall in crowded places, the way she tugged her sleeves down when she got overwhelmed, the way her eyes flicked sideways when someone tried to hug her without asking.

And the way she never, ever asked for help. Not even when it would’ve made things easier.

So Y/N did it for her.

She emailed the teachers. Sent notes in the lunchbox. Researched noise-canceling headphones until her browser thought she was hard of hearing. There was nothing she wouldn’t do.

But Hazel wasn’t five anymore.

She was seven — whip-smart, quietly funny, obsessed with moon phases, and the self-appointed captain of something she called the "Bug Defense League." And she was starting to notice the way her mom hovered just a little too much.

One night, after dinner, Hazel sat on the floor in the living room, sorting plastic insects by species. Violet was in the kitchen doing… something with tape and construction paper and a banana, which Y/N had decided to ignore for the moment.

Y/N crouched beside Hazel.

“Hey, you want me to print out that new list of bugs you told me about?”

Hazel didn’t look up. “I already made it.”

“Oh. Okay. That’s great.”

A beat of silence.

“Mom?”

“Yeah, bug?”

“You don’t have to check on me every time I’m quiet.”

Y/N froze a little. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am okay. I just like it better when no one talks for a while.”

It wasn’t said with attitude. It wasn’t a dramatic moment. Just a quiet boundary.

And Y/N heard it. Really heard it.

She nodded, sat beside Hazel for a moment longer, then stood up — hands at her sides, not reaching to fix her shirt or wipe marker off her cheek. Just… letting her be.

Later that night, Paige walked in from practice to find the house quiet — suspiciously so.

“Everyone alive?” she called out.

“Emotionally?” Y/N answered from the couch. “Barely.”

Paige chuckled, dropped her bag, and kicked off her sneakers. “Who cracked today?”

“Me. Hazel set a boundary and I actually respected it.”

“Proud of you.”

Y/N flopped her head back against the couch cushions. “I feel like I’ve been parenting with bubble wrap for seven years. And now I have to take it off. And I hate it.”

“It’s not gone,” Paige said, sitting beside her. “It’s just… thinning.”

“Violet’s going to need it, too. She’s been extra lately.”

“She’s five,” Paige said. “She’s always extra.”

Y/N laughed, exhausted. “I think she ate half a glue stick this morning.”

“As long as it was gluten-free.”

The next day, the girls had a half-day at school, which was code for “you’ll get nothing done and still feel like you ran a marathon.”

Y/N picked them up at noon, and before Hazel was even buckled into her booster seat, she was deep into a monologue about ancient trilobites and how they might have been the earliest evidence of molting.

Violet interrupted her mid-sentence to declare, “I PEED A LITTLE DURING NAP TIME BUT I BLAMED EMILY.”

Hazel blinked. “You lied?”

“I saved myself.”

“Do you want to wash your hands again?” Y/N asked, already passing back sanitizer.

“No,” Violet said proudly. “I want chocolate milk.”

Hazel looked at her sister like she was a Rubik’s cube.

“I don’t understand you.”

“That’s okay,” Violet shrugged. “I understand me.”

That weekend, Hazel decided she wanted to try leggings again. The last time hadn’t gone well — the seams were too tight, the fabric too loud (her word), and she had cried for forty-five minutes afterward without really explaining why.

But this time, she said she was ready to try again.

So Y/N brought out the softest pair she could find, and Paige made it a whole thing — a Legging Ceremony. They lit a candle, which Violet tried to blow out three times, and put on spa music while Hazel slowly stepped into the cotton like it was lava.

And when she didn’t cry — when she sat down and said, “It’s not my favorite, but it’s okay,” — Y/N had to walk out of the room to breathe for a second.

Paige followed her.

“She didn’t scream,” Y/N whispered, stunned.

“She’s growing.”

“She’s brave.”

“She’s ours.”

That night, both girls climbed into Hazel’s bed like usual. It was only supposed to be a quick cuddle — five minutes, tops — but somehow Violet fell asleep upside down, Hazel started whispering about Martian beetles, and neither mom had the heart to move them.

Y/N stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching them.

“They’re gonna be fine,” Paige said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Y/N leaned into her.

“I just hope the world is ready for them.”

Paige smiled.

That Night

The girls were finally asleep.

Probably.

Hazel had curled herself into a tight comma under her weighted blanket, her Bug Club binder tucked beside her pillow like a bedtime story. Violet had passed out upside down again, one foot sticking through the safety rail, her unicorn nightlight casting shadows across the wall that she’d almost certainly insist were haunted by morning.

Y/N stood in the hallway just outside their rooms, staring.

Not doing anything. Just standing there. Listening to the soft sound of Hazel’s sound machine—rainstorm setting, always—and the faint thrum of Violet’s sleepy humming, like her brain was still half-playing tag in her dreams.

She didn’t move until Paige came up behind her, barefoot and quiet, holding two mugs of tea.

“One’s just water with honey,” Paige said. “We’re out of actual tea. Or maybe I just didn’t want to boil a second pot.”

Y/N took it without looking. “Water with honey sounds fake, but I’ll drink it.”

They leaned against the wall together, shoulder to shoulder, facing down the hallway like the world might throw one more thing at them before bed.

For once, it didn’t.

“I almost cried again,” Y/N said softly.

“When?”

“Today. When Hazel let me braid her hair without flinching.”

Paige looked over. “That was a big one.”

“She didn’t say thank you. She just… handed me the brush like it was normal.”

“It is normal. For her.”

Y/N sipped her tea-water-whatever. “She’s figuring herself out faster than I figured her out.”

“You figured her out fine.”

“I thought she was just sensitive for the first year. I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t need to know right away. You just had to love her.”

“I still don’t always get it right.”

“Who does?”

Y/N let out a breath. She didn’t realize she’d been holding it since dinner. Since that tiny, silent moment when Hazel had let her tuck the blanket a little tighter, when Violet had whispered “night, bug queen” before immediately asking if worms had teeth.

They didn’t always say thank you.

But they didn’t pull away either.

And that was something.

Y/N stepped into the girls’ room once more before bed. She adjusted the curtain just slightly, just enough to block the streetlight from hitting Hazel’s face. She picked up a crayon from the rug and tucked it back into the box. She kissed Violet’s forehead—still slightly sticky with whatever she’d snuck from the pantry.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t need to.

Back in their bedroom, Paige was already half-asleep, arm flung across the pillow, hair still damp from a rushed shower.

Y/N crawled in beside her and didn’t even flinch when a single LEGO piece stabbed the bottom of her foot on the way in.

It was just part of it. The mess. The noise. The endless string of small, sharp things you stepped on that reminded you you were still inside a life you made on purpose.

And god, what a life.

Paige murmured something without opening her eyes. “Did you double-check Hazel’s note for the bug fair?”

“I did.”

“She’s bringing mealworms, right?”

“Alive.”

“Of course.”

A long silence stretched between them, warm and comfortable.

Y/N closed her eyes.

She didn’t know what tomorrow’s morning would be. If Hazel would be in a gray mood. If Violet would refuse socks again. If she’d get another email from a mom who didn’t get it. If Paige would have to run out mid-breakfast for practice.

She didn’t know.

But she knew that she’d handle it.

Not perfectly. Not all at once. Not without raising her voice or forgetting to sign something or burning a bagel or crying in the laundry room.

But she’d handle it.

Because this wasn’t a story about fixing her kids.

It was a story about showing up.

About loving them so loudly and so quietly, at the same time, that they never once wondered if they were too much.

About being the person who said, every single day, “You don’t have to change. I’ve got you. Just grow.”

And so they did.

Bit by bit. Bug by bug. Tantrum by tantrum.

They grew.

And so did she.

Right there with them.

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latenighttalkinqwp · 14 hours ago

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do you do emoji anons?

UM YESSS!! i just haven’t had anyone claim an emoji before so …. choose ur poison babe!

#jazzies anons💝

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latenighttalkinqwp · 15 hours ago

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ahhh congrats angel!!

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ' 𝐒 𝟔𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⟡

✿ ꕀ hello!!! welcome to my 6k celly! first off, i just want to thank everyone who has ever interacted with me or my work, and and hit that follow button because something i made meant enough to you, it seriously means the world. i remember first starting off my blog with my nhl fics, where we would all just fangirl over adam fantilli and luke hughes. it was an unhinged time, and if you told me that i'd be reaching 6k ever, let alone almost two years out, i'd laugh in your face. seriously. 1k, let alone 6k, seemed so impossible and now that i'm here, it leaves a weird feeling between nostalgia and pure joy.

i don't wanna pull the random influencer "i wouldnt be here without yall" bs cause i'm not like that, but i have to cause thats the only other way i'd be able to convey my gratitude for every single one of you, whether you're here because of hockey, basketball, or joe burrow, i love you sooooo much!

and i'd also like to encourage anyone who's ever thought of starting a writing blog (or any kind of blog) to DO IT! like i said, creating such a friendly and kind community so impossible to me in the beginning, but now here i am! its such a rewarding feeling! and if anyone ever wants to and if anyone ever wants to take that leap, just do it!!! seriously!!! make the blog. post the fic. talk about the unhinged sports crush you think no one else will get (spoiler: someone absolutely will). i promise it’s not as scary as it feels at first, and there’s room for everyone here — whether you're writing 10k word epics or just screaming in the tags. if you ever need someone in your corner, consider me there, aggressively cheering you on like a hockey mom in the stands with a cowbell 🫶

✿ ꕀ ASK RELATED CELEBRATIONS (MAY 27TH THROUGH MAY 31ST)

all requests need to be send with a prompt to make it easier for me! any prompt is okay (whether you made it up or found it online, it's okay!) here is a list of prompts if you can't think of any! also make sure to be specific which exact prompt you want, i would prefer you to copy and paste it!

fluff prompt #1

fluff prompt #2

fluff prompt #3

fluff prompts #4

intimacy #1

angsty prompts #1

angsty prompts #2

💐 send this & i will write a short fluffy blurb for you!

🫧 send this & i will write a short angsty blurb for you!

🎲 send this & a number 1 -- 10 & i’ll spin a prompt wheel and give you a drabble!

more unique ones . . .

🍓 send this & your fave & a soft thing you love (blankets, smoothies, etc) & i’ll give you a love language moment!

soft hands. sleepy kisses. "you left this in my car"

🪩 send this & a player & i’ll give you your rom-com meet cute!

ice cream line in the summer. half-court shot challenge. mutual friends with beef

⏰ send this & a player & i’ll write a timestamp scenario! (ex. 3:07am, 10:32pm)

short, atmospheric and slightly deranged if needed

🧲 send this & a character & i’ll give you their most toxic trait… lovingly

petty? jealous? secretly self-destructive but charming? let’s unpack

✿ ꕀ FICS I WILL BE POSTING

★ day one with DEVIN BOOKER ★

includes: angsty off-season routines.

summary: you’ve been with devin for a while now. long enough that off-season means slipping into shared routines: grocery runs, gym days, lazy movie nights. but lately something’s been off — his distance, your deflection, tension thick enough to crack. neither of you say it out loud but the silence is starting to sting.

★ day two with LUKA DONCIC / CRASH OUT COUPLE ★

includes: toddler chaos, parenting teamwork (barely) & retired hothead energy

summary: you and luka were never supposed to be the blueprint. you are both fan favorites — technical fouls, postgame quotes, highlight reel meltdowns. that’s how it started. a mutual respect forged in chaos. now? you’ve got a toddler who won’t wear shoes, sunscreen in your eye and a suitcase full of tiny swimsuits that no one’s wearing. it’s your first real vacation as a family and it’s… a lot. she screams over juice flavors. luka forgets the stroller. you both fall asleep at 7:30.

but when your daughter belly-laughs at the waves and luka wraps his arms around you from behind with that “we’re doing it” smile, you realize this was never about being perfect.

★ day three with PAIGE BUECKERS ★

includes: wnba chaos & "i don’t know how to be soft out there but i’m trying for you"

summary: dating paige means learning to share her — with fans, cameras, the league. you’re used to being in the background: her pregame text, her airport pickup, the face she looks for in the crowd. but when she finally has a bad game — one that leaves her jaw tight and chest guarded, you’re the one she lets fall apart.

and maybe that’s what love is: not fixing it, just holding her together until she can breathe again

★ day four with JUJU WATKINS ★

includes: public vs private selves & forehead kisses before shootaround

summary: you and juju have been solid since last spring — late-night drives, gym dates, matching hoodies kind of solid. but the season’s about to start and she’s got something to prove. suddenly she’s sharper, snappier, locking herself in the film room and brushing off your touch. it’s not about you. you know that. but when she finally sits next to you on the bleachers, hands shaking a little, you don’t say "i told you so."

★ day five with JOE BURROW ★

includes: off-day domesticity & farmer’s market joe

summary: it’s his first real day off in weeks and all he wants to do is spend it with you. no press. no cameras. just overpriced fruit and holding your hand in public like it doesn’t mean something. you trail through the market with a smoothie in one hand and his hoodie in the other, watching him pretend he’s not overly invested in picking the right sourdough.

thank you again for 6k!!!!! i hope you guys enjoy!!!

tagging some mutuals:

@wanderlusturous @v6quewrlds @snoopyhughes @emilysprentisss @wbb4l @softburrow

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latenighttalkinqwp · 15 hours ago

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releasing 10 came out today 💔 will be mia until further notice

#releasing 10 #boys of tommen #lizzie young #thoughts with jazzie

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latenighttalkinqwp · 15 hours ago

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we have one deep conversation and suddenly i need to know everything about you ever

#welp #thoughts with jazzie

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latenighttalkinqwp · 19 hours ago

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sub paige ᡣ𐭩 losing a bet

based on this request subpaige ୨୧ losing a bet

smut. sub paige. strap on (paige receiving) bratty paige.

“how was that wrong, bro?!” she yelled, stomping her feet like a kid throwing a tantrum.

you leaned back in your chair, laughing as you set your winning card down with a flourish.

“i won, paige, a bet’s a bet, don’t be a pussy.” she crossed her arms, pouting. “bro, you cheated! that last move was bullshit, and you know it!” you stood up, rolling your eyes as you closed the distance between you.

“cheated? nah, you’re just mad you lost. i’m taking control tonight, no argument.” paige’s lips twitched into a smirk, her defiance flaring.

“well, that bet was a joke, and i never took it seriously.” she tilted her chin up, challenging you, her voice dripping with bravado.

you met her gaze, dead serious, your eyes locking onto hers.

oops...

you thrust into her, hard and sudden, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. “ugh! fuck!” she groaned, her hands gripping the sheets as her body rocked under you. Yl

you set a relentless pace, each thrust deep and unyielding, watching her face contort with pleasure and overwhelm.

her legs trembled, her thighs clenching around you as you drove into her, the bed creaking under the force.

“baby—baby, can you slow down? hm?” she pleaded, her voice breaking as she looked up at you, eyes wide and glassy. her hands reached for your shoulders, trying to ground herself, but you didn’t let up.

you threw your head back, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “slow down? i’ll slow down when i take this seriously,” you teased, echoing her earlier words.

you angled your hips, hitting deeper, and she let out a choked moan, her nails digging into your skin. “shit, shit, you’re—fuck!” she gasped, her voice hitching with each thrust.

you leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as you pushed harder, feeling her tighten around you.

her breaths came in short, desperate pants, her eyes squeezing shut as she teetered on the edge.

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latenighttalkinqwp · 1 day ago

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injured but not enough to stop thirsting over women i see 😒🙄🙄

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latenighttalkinqwp · 1 day ago

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LMFAOOO

PLEASE TELL ME IN NOT INSANE AND YOU HEAR IT TOO 😭

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latenighttalkinqwp · 1 day ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt. iv࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut!!´ˎ˗ 69 with big clit abby— mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, smut, mentions of: oral, overstimulation⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pls leave reqs!!

parts: one-three | four

abby's fingers connected behind her head as she laid on her bed in bliss. you currently straddled her lap leaving soft kisses along her neck and chest. the two of you had finally found a moment to yourselves, and all you wanted to do was feel her skin on yours,

"you're giving me chills" she whispers and lightly laughs as you kiss a particularly sensitive area on her collarbone.

"shhh" you quiet her as you continue your assault on her neck,

your lips leave wet kisses along her neck, lightly grazing your teeth against her skin. a heat begins to form in abby's abdomen and she feels herself begin to get flustered.

without realizing, your hips begin a slow rock causing abby to spread her legs slightly to feel the friction better. her hips bucked up to meet yours in eagerness as your kisses make their way closer to her face.

it didn't take long for abby to flip the two of you over to gain control of the situation, knee spreading your thighs apart. she devoured your lips as she dry humped you, the bulge of her clit rubbing against the warm cloth of your shorts.

"i need you" she whispers against your mouth, hands in your hair.

"then use me baby" you whisper back against her lips, pushing your hips up.

you help abby to remove your top leaving you in only your shorts, you pull hers over her head as well. abby's lips find yours in seconds once she has her warm skin against yours — the friction of her hips pursue against you, the feeling making you moan into her mouth.

abby's hands roam from your face down your body till they reach your shorts, her fingers play with the hem until you're frustruated,

"take em' off" you whine and she smirks against your lips as her hands pull your shorts down. you surprise her when she finds you completely bare underneath, cunt exposed.

abby almost comes at the sight of your bare body and presses herself against you, needing to feel you completely. the second her body found yours, your hips dragged themselves back and forth against her clothed cunt — the outline of her enlarging clit pushed against yours.

abby places a kiss to your lips and pulls her head back the slightest bit, only to look at you.

"can we uhh-can we try something?" she asked somewhat hesitantly,

your eyebrows furrowed before they raised as you smirked,

"oh yeah? what?" you smile up at your girlfriend, loving when she gets shy like this,

"i want you to sit on my face" her cheeks redden,

"oka-" you start but she cuts you off with even redder cheeks,

"and i want you to go down on me at the same time" she finishes.

"oh, oh!" you realize what she's asking, "you want to sixty-nine" you explain to her,

"mhm, that" she shakes her head, wild eyes on yours,

you smile up at her, knowing it was taking a lot for her to get passed her shyness and ask you so boldly. abby had so many fantasies and ideas of things she wanted to do to you but was always so nervous to ask.

"then you best lay on your back," you tell her watching her eyes light in excitment,

abby rolls off, landing on the bed next to you. with excitement and a desperate need to feel her you climb on top of her, knees on either side of her head. with slow movements you lower yourself onto her face, her lips coming up to catch your cunt in a kiss,

"abby" you whine pushing your cunt into her mouth, her tongue darts out to lick a flat heavy swipe along you.

after a few minutes of enjoying the feel of her mouth, you bend your upper body down, laying it flat against hers and pushed off her boxers. abby's hips raised to help you as her cunt was exposed to the cold air.

she feels a shiver begin but is quickly replaced by the warmth of your mouth wrapping around her wet clit. abby's tongue faltered its quick movements at the feeling, forcing herself to remember to pleasure you as well.

your fingers spread her glistening lips to find her quivering hole, you placed your thumb on it circling it and lightly pressing your thumb in here and there, the combination along with the suction of your mouth and tongue against her clit almost caused abby to orgasm in seconds.

she tried her hardest to keep up, tried her hardest to focus on you as she fucked you with her tongue. abby was relentless but so were your hips, and soon enough you had her laying there in bliss with a flat tongue against your cunt as you fucked yourself on her face.

it was like you were using her as a toy as she laid there, thick arms wrapped around your hips and thighs in an iron grip.

your mouth continued its sucking on her clit, bobbing your head on her lightly, your tongue circling the head of her clit each time. each time your mouth pressed back down onto her you lightly pushed your thumb into her, leaving a stream of her come down your hand.

abby's legs shook as she held off her orgasm but didn't last long when you pushed your pointer finger into her velvety walls,

"mmm" abby moaned against you, the feeling leaving vibrations up your core,

you felt her hips buck as come began streaming onto the bed beneath her, so added a second finger making her legs almost close around your head.

you rocked your hips with fever to distract her from the overstimulation as you got yourself off on her tongue.

"you're not done yet baby" you say against her and suck her puffy red clit firmly into your mouth. your fingers pick up a vigorous pace in to her cunt, head bobbing rapidly.

abby couldn't focus on anything at this point, only the powerful orgasm approaching her rapidly. it was fine though, your cunt quivered against her tongue, so close to an orgasm but you refused to come without her.

the moaning abby couldn't hold in sent sensual vibrations into you, leading you so close to coming on her tongue,

"c'mon baby" you encourage her, suctioning her clit into her mouth, tongue rapidly flicking back and forth on its sensitive head.

in your peripheral you saw her legs begin to shake rapidly again, attempting to close around your head. your hips rocked rapidly against her as you both orgasm, your eyes going hazy.

abby's come leaks into your mouth, down your hands, and onto the bed beneath her. her mind a complete haze until she realizes her position and begins lapping your come into her mouth.

the two of you stay like that for a few minutes, tongues lightly prodding each others cunts, not enough for stimulation but enough to feel warm and safe after such an intense orgasm.

abby leaves soft wet kisses to you clit — watching as it quivers. then circles your hole with her tongue, collecting any left over come. you kiss her cunt in a hazy bliss, leaving kisses to her softening clit.

after some time you both release your mouths and you roll off of her, climbing up the bed to crawl into her side. it was late and cold and abby had no intention of getting up so she pulled the blanket over your bare bodies.

"thank you for always being open minded" she says shyly into your hair, hands wrapping around your torso protectively,

"just wait till you find out about all the other kinky things out there" you giggle and grab her hand to kiss it.

"uhh like what things" she says fiending innocence, you don't answer her but twist your body around to face her and press your lips to hers.

"what was that for?" she asks,

"i love you" you kiss her again, this time not pulling back.

[abby masterlist]

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latenighttalkinqwp · 1 day ago

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u don't know how badly i need more big clit abby...

cockwarming her maybe? while she just sits there so overstimulated? r u seeing my vision?

oh i see your vision and I fucking love it. you're a fucking genius anon!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt iii ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut!!´ˎ˗overstimulating big!clit abby — mdni, lowercase intended, smut, mentions of: cockwarming, overstim, oral, fingering, me being too much lol *ೃ༄ pls leave reqs!!

parts: one | two | three

she heaved underneath you, hands gripping at the hem of her sweater that you currently wore. your back rests against hers comfortably, her enlarged clit fit snug inside you.

abby had already come twice only from your slight movements as you got comfortable on top of her. the torture felt too good to tell you to get up though, she wanted to know how long she could take it. the feeling of your fluttering walls around her was a bliss she wouldn't let go of yet.

you paid no mind to her, no matter how wet you actually were. no, each moment your eyes stayed on your book, reading it to her like you weren't forming a pool of her come and your arousal on the bed beneath you.

"hmm baby i can't read this word, what does it say?" you tease and bend around lightly to show her the book, causing yourself to slightly shift. abby almost curled in at the feeling of your walls rubbing against her sensitive clit. her hands gripped the hem of your sweater and dropped her head to your shoulder for a second to gather herself.

"u-uh its...m-metempsychosis" she gets out shakily after lifting her head. you continue on with your reading, abby half hearing you. the squelching between your thighs is all she can focus on,

"hey baby" she says in a daze,

"yes?" you ask, eyes still on your book.

"c-can you move just a little bit please baby i'm so close" she pants from behind you. abby's hands come up from gripping your sweater to slipping their hands inside and glide them along your skin.

you let out a slight giggle at her desperation, going back to your book but this time slowly circling your hips.

abby falls back against her headboard, mind going hazy at the feeling of you around her, the smell of you combining with hers on her sweater, the warm come dripping down your thighs onto hers. it was all too much.

abby's thighs twitched underneath you as her third orgasm began to wash over her. the circles you did with your hips were so light and barely there, yet abby felt everything. with her eyes close and mouth open her hips bucked slightly causing a loud moan to fall from her lips as her clit sank deeper into you,

"fuck baby, i can't take it" she whined, come leaking between her thighs. you tilt your head back, slightly nervous she was too overstimulated.

"want me to get up?" you ask,

"no no! five more minutes" she begs quickly.

"what a greedy girl you are" you smirk down at her flushed face, turning back around to your book, back to ignoring her.

abby let out half a cry-half a whine, arms coming out from under your sweater to find your thighs. your circling had ceased, forcing her to chase her own orgasm.

you never understood why she loved doing this so much, always begging to 'cock warm' you and yet she turned into a mess and couldn't handle it every time.

abby's own thighs spread, the air hitting the wet between her thighs making it feel cold. her hands come up to you hips slowly and pushes you down,

"fuck fuck!" she calls out, the feeling too much after her third orgasm.

"why are you torturing yourself, my love?" you ask in a absent minded voice, eyes still on your book.

her hips buck again and come starts squirting lightly onto the mattress. you let out a tsk, finally ending her torture, but not before giving her a fourth orgasm.

you drop the book to the other side of the bed and quickly spread your legs. one of your hands comes down to where the two of you are connected. abby's body instinctively curls into you from behind, hands wrapping around your torso,

"f-fuck what are you-" you cut her off, beginning a bounce on her sensitive clit and use your middle finger to rub your finger back and forth under her clit and around her aching hole.

"baby!' she calls out, legs beginning to quiver within seconds, it doesn't take her long at all.

soon enough you feel a dam break under your finger as abby's squirt streams out of her in spurts. you continue your massaging on her hole and under her clit as she works herself through her final orgasm.

you give her a second before sliding off of her, knowing she couldn't handle anymore attention to her poor clit. you turn around to find her flopped onto the bed on her back, eyes half open in bliss, come all over her cunt and thighs.

"well don't you look pretty?" you bend over her brushing a stray hair behind her ear,

her cheeks stay pink as you clean her, your careful of her swollen and sensitive clit as you clean her. unable to prevent yourself from leaving one small kiss to its tip as you clean her cunt, watching her whole body twitch when your lips come down onto it lightly.

she looked just too pretty in that angle, laid back, worn cunt and puffy clit just staring at you.

"maybe you can handle one more?" you look up at her, passed the enlarged clit just beginning for one more kiss,

"wha-" she starts but your tongue has already shot out to give the tip of her clit a swipe.

"fuck!" she calls out, eyes shooting open.

without warning your entire mouth comes down onto her sensitive clit, fingers finding her weeping hole in seconds. abby can't help but spread her legs as wide as possible, eyes crossing at the stimulation of your lips wrapping around her entire clit. the suctions of your mouth combined with the rapid flicks of your tongue cause another orgasm to wash over her.

abby's legs shake around your head as she comes for the final time, come hitting your neck and down to your chest. abby thinks she blacks out for a second as the orgasm washes through her. the two of you had played around with overstimulation but were always too nervous to go all the way.

your mouth released its suction on her, letting abby finally rest. you leave a trail of kisses up her body till you find her sweet mouth, biting lightly on her plump lower lip.

"h-hi baby" she says and you giggle at how cute she is post orgasm,

"hi baby" you brush her cheeks with your fingers.

"that feel good" abby rolls on her back, taking you with her.

"yeah?"

"mm" she smiles, eyes closed. you can't help but stare at her face, cheek bones strong, freckles doting her nose. everything about this girl was fucking perfect.

[abby masterlist]

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latenighttalkinqwp · 1 day ago

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This is my first time requesting I feel so weird writing this lmao

But imagine stroking Abby's (big) clit while she breastfeeds off of you

thank you anon for feeding into this lol. in my head its officially canon that she has a huge clit — since she was somewhat a dom in the first one id love to entertain a sub!abby w a huge clit! here you go i hope you enjoy!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt ii࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut!!´ˎ˗mdni, lowercase intended, smut, fluff, mentions of: alcohol, oral, drunkenness, intercourse*ೃ༄pls leave reqs!! ++ apologies for the late post! pls forgive me!

part i | part ii

one of your hands wrapped tightly around the cold neck of your third beer, the other played with the soft hair at the nape of your girlfriend’s neck. you currently sat on one of abby’s thick thighs, her hands securing your waist as all of your friends laughed around you.

“she left before i could apologize!” manny laughs, hands flying in the air with an attempt to prove himself.

“you called her the wrong name three times! she should’ve left the first time!” nora laughs, her drink slightly spilling from its rim due to her excitement.

you look down at your girlfriend and watched as she laughed along with her friends, pure joy and a slight drunkenness gleamed in her eyes. even when tipsy, you admired her beautiful face, tracing each curve and angle with your eyes. you slowly began to drown out the laughter around you, watching the way abby’s lips wrapped around her beer bottle.

suddenly her two eyes find yours, a softness immediately takes front,

“hi baby” she whispers, one hand coming up to the back of your neck bringing you down in a soft kiss.

“mmm” you moan out, quickly becoming breathless as you sucked her plump bottom lip into her mouth.

abby laughs against your mouth, slightly pulling you back by your nape,

“i made you come about five times this morning and you still want more?” her brows raised in a laugh but your eyes shot wide.

with a quick whip of your head, your eyes scanned your friends; fearful they heard your mouthy girlfriend. you were lucky however, that each of your friends were sucked into loud conversations or were being too rowdy to hear abby in your ear.

taking advantage of your turned head, abby finds the lobe of your ear with her mouth, biting it lightly, knowingly being a tease.

“fuck it, we’re leaving” you said to her, quickly pulling yourself from the warmth of her lap you ignore her laughter at your impatience. you start your round of goodbyes, giving some excuse of being tired.

“nooo! putas! you promised me shots tonight!” manny calls out from his seat but you have one of abby’s hands out the door already.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

your hips began to slow their rock against abby’s face as you came down from your orgasm. it didn’t take long for you to end up on her tongue when you both arrived home, having already been soaked watching abby with her friends.

with closed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, your hips did slow circles against her tongue, your orgasm having finished; however, the feeling of her soft wet muscle against you felt soothing while drunk like this.

abby let you, with one hand to her enlarged clit and the other to your thigh to hold you down securely, her tongue laid flat as you rolled your hips on her.

her fingers stroked herself lightly, her slick covered her fingers, yet she kept losing a good grip. as your eyes opened slowly, you looked down to find your girlfriends face frowning, eyes closed as you rode her. what could be bothering my sweet girl?

you lift your hips and a line of your slick is connected to abby’s mouth but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“baby are you okay?” you ask, one of your hands removing themselves from the wall as balance, to her forehead as you brushed some of her loose hair back into its braid.

“can’t come” she practically whines, eyes finally opening to find yours.

without a second thought, you remove yourself completely from her face, and have her sit up.

“baby you don’t have to..” abby becomes shy, it was still relatively new for the two of you to have intercourse and abby still had some insecurities that hadn’t gone away as easy as others.

you don’t give her a verbal reply, sitting next to her, you pull her upper body and hear onto you sideways. you facing north to south, her east to west, as you cradled her into your chest.

without a second thought, abby’s lips came down onto your right nipple as you held her up so she could relax in your arms. after all the work she did for you today, it was only fair she got a relaxing orgasm as well.

abby’s teeth tugged and played with the hardness of your nipple, soaking it in her spit. you let her unravel for a few moments, still tense from trying to make you and her come at the same time. poor baby.

soon enough, abby fully relaxed against you. her legs slowly parting, giving you access to her enlarged clit. as her hands wrap around you, one playing with your left nipple lightly, you slowly trace yours down her body.

your fingers ghost down her chest watching as her own nipples peak against the slightly chilled room, goose bumps forming where your fingers touch,

“fuck baby please” she moans against your nipple, thighs spreading firmly now.

“i know my girl, i know” you reassure her, pressing a kiss into her blonde hair. your fingers find her ribs, then her abdomen, following the grooves of her abs. her stomach dips with your fingers and she bites onto your nipple with a little more force.

relenting from your teasing, your hand finds the warmth between her thighs. your pointer finger comes down to trace a line from her belly button, to the spread lips of her cunt, around her enlarged puffy clit, and straight to her leaking hole.

your finger circles the hole, letting it quiver against you, slick leaking out with every clench. a whine leaves your poor girlfriend’s throat and her hips buck with impatience. you giggle, dropping another kiss to her head.

abby feels on fire, the warmth of your body around her, the feel of your puffy nipple in her mouth and between her fingers is almost enough to make her come; all she needs is a little bit of your help and you keep teasing her. abby’s mouth continues its pulling and tugging on your nipple, and when she attempts another whine, your slick covered hand finds her clit.

abby’s eyes roll to the back of her head. her clit was large enough in size that you were able to stroke her easily between a few fingers. not a full grip but enough to stroke the pink member lightly.

“see? no reason to be impatient” you whisper to her, dropping a third kiss into her head as your fingers stroked up and down on her clit.

her legs began a slight shake every time you circled your thumb on the tip of her clit,

“feels good right there huh?” you watch her face on your chest, complete bliss having taken over her feature; mouth slack against your nipple.

your hand stroked her, then traveled slowly to her hole, dipping your fingers in to gather more slick, then back onto the soft under side and tip of her clit where it was most sensitive.

it didn’t take long for abby’s orgasm to hit this time, your soft fingers brushing the spots that seem to have a billion nerve endings.

“fuck i’m goin-” abby whispers against your nipple but it's too late as your fingers stroke her faster, thumb circling the tip quicker.

abby’s back arches from its position as her orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave, come leaking between your fingers rapidly.

“good girl” you praise her with soft kisses into her hairline as she bucks her hips against your unrelenting hand,

“you got one more in you baby i feel it” your fingers came down to her velvet walls, feeling them clench around you.

abby rolled your nipple back into her mouth, the overstimulation too much for her,

“b-baby” is all she gets out against your nipple as her second orgasm quickly washes over her, this one felt deep in her walls.

you pat her cunt lightly, watching her come leak out more with each smack,

“too much, too much” she whined, and you giggled as your hand relented its torture on her cunt, finding your own mouth to suck off her slick.

with sleepy eyes abby watches your mouth and tongue lick her come off of your hand,

“fuck” she whispers, raising herself from your chest to sit up across from you. slightly gasping at the feeling of her large, puffy clit slowly softening against the cold sheets.

“you okay?” you ask half mindedly, too focused on licking your hand.

“oh my god stop!” her hand pulls yours away, and you laugh at her reaction.

“i can’t help it baby i love you” you laugh without realizing what you’ve said, it was just that easy.

abby however realizes the words that have come out of your mouth before you do, sleepy eyes going wide,

“what?” she whispers, a tight throat not allowing her to go up an octave.

“what do you mean what?” you ask slipping the pointer finger covered in abby’s slick in your mouth.

“i love you too” she looks at you with a look you cant quite pin.

your shock becomes embarrassment and then complete joy as your brain recounts what you said and her response. the alcohol and orgasm high causing your mouth to slip out feelings you were nervous to share but had felt for a while.

slipping your finger quickly out of your mouth, you threw yourself into her and her thick arms found your bare body quickly, you left rapid kisses in her neck,

“i love you i love you i love you i love you” you said between kisses, enjoying the sweet sound of her giggles in your ear.

abby pulls you back by your cheeks to get a good look at you, joy and affection evident in both your eyes.

“what the fuck am i going to do with you?” abby’s forehead falls to yours, nose rubbing yours back and forth lightly.

“you can keep me forever” you kiss her softly.

the two of you stayed that way for who knows how long, bare in each others arms, whispering words of ‘i love you’ till you both fell asleep.

part iii

[abby masterlist]

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