#ashlynn reader

[kakuvibez]

yandere one shot + quotes; Octavinelle Dorm

requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none,,

fandom(s) ; Ever after high, twisted wonderland,,

fandom master list(s): master | specific

character(s); Jade, Azul, Floyd, Ashlynn

outline; " ... "

warning(s) ; Yandere behavior, obsession, unhealthy relationships, delusional love, manipulation, dark themes, toxic affection,,

❛❛I was never thrilled about being swept away by some random "Prince Charming". True love should happen naturally.❜❜

Signature Spell: IF THE SHOE FITS!,, Ashlynn [N] can communicate with every single kind of magical creature, whether it be animals, pixies, dragons, or even plants.

❛❛I'm more of a morning princess.❜❜

❛❛A natural beauty❜❜

❛❛New school, new you they said. 'It'll be fun!' they said. Lies❜❜

❛❛Missing Hunter more than ever. This place feels so... cold.❜❜

❛❛Met some interesting people today. Three of them, actually. They're from the Octavinelle dorm. They're... peculiar I suppose,❜❜

❛❛Azul offered me a "deal." I'm not sure if I should do it, Yuu said I shouldn't..❜❜

❛❛Jade keeps watching me. It's unnerving."❜❜

❛❛Floyd... he's... unpredictable for sure. And somehow, terrifyingly exciting.❜❜

❛❛I don't like him hugging me... Hes a strong hugger❜❜

❛❛I think I'm in trouble. ❜❜

Ok, new school, new you, right? Wrong. I mean, who can blame you? Having to break up with your lovable Hunter just because your parents didn't approve of your relationship with him. Arriving at Night Raven College was weird... The scary horse and the coffin was the worst thing everrrr. The president or head leader said that you would be placed in the Octavinelle dorm, and in a blink, you appear in the mirror hall. You look at the mirror and enter it. As you stump into you are meant with your guide. As you enter your new room you sigh.

"New school, new me," you muttered to yourself as you unpacked your things, your mind wandering. She wasn’t even sure what kind of trouble she had walked into. Three boys from the Octavinelle dorm, in particular, had noticed her.

Azul Ashengrotto, with his sly, calculating smile, had been the first to approach. His charming offer of a "deal" lingered in your mind. He was always one to offer deals—most of them shady, but promising. “Think carefully,” he had said. "I'm offering you something that could be beneficial to both of us." Ashlynn [N] wasn’t stupid; she knew better than to get involved with that kind of deal. Yuu had warned her, and for once, she listened. Even though the offer was quite nice unlimited supplies for shoes in exchange for a location in every high city.

Azul is also very possessive in subtle ways—tracking her every move through his connections and ensuring that no one else gets too close. He’s calculated, always making sure to manipulate situations so that [N]’s loyalty tilts in his favor.

Azul sees [N] as a rare opportunity, not just for his business but as a potential prize. He’s fascinated by her natural charm and ability to communicate with creatures, thinking she could be an asset to him in ways no one else could.

He'll offer her deals that she knows are too good to be true. The catch? She would have to owe him. He loves the idea of her being indebted to him, knowing that she can't escape.

“You know, Ashlynn, deals are all about trust. Don’t you trust me?”

“You’re wasting your potential here. Let me help you... for a small price, of course.”

“You’re fascinating, truly. A princess who doesn’t want a Prince Charming? How delightfully ironic.”

Then there were the other two: Jade Leech, who seemed to study her from afar. His eyes always seemed to follow her every move, never too overt, but it was enough to send shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but feel like a specimen under his gaze, like he was analyzing her every expression, every little thing she did.

Jade’s gaze is like a predator watching its prey. He never speaks much, but when he does, his words are laced with double meanings. He’s extremely perceptive, and [N]'s every action doesn’t go unnoticed.

Jade admires [N]’s spell with creatures, considering it a rare form of power. He sees her as a potential plaything to mold, making sure that she remains "his" in some twisted way.

He often offers her little "gifts"—rare plants or flowers that are mysteriously beautiful yet unsettling. He’s always near her, but just enough to make her feel his presence without overstepping.

“It’s curious how you can speak to magical creatures. Tell me, what do they say about me?”

“You shouldn’t look so worried. It’s unbecoming of someone as radiant as you.”

“I enjoy observing things of beauty. And you, [N], are quite... exquisite.”

But Floyd? Floyd Leech was something entirely different. He was unpredictable, fun, and terrifyingly exciting all at once. Whenever he smiled, it was like he was playing a game—and she was the prize. His hugs were so tight it made her gasp for air, and no matter how many times she pushed him away, he would always find a way to get closer. She had every time to get to the nurse person because of the bruises that he will leave after every hug.

Floyd doesn’t hide his affection for [N]; in fact, he thrives on making her nervous. His hugs are his way of "claiming" her, even though she pushes him away. His love is chaotic, and he enjoys tormenting her with his unpredictable nature.

He’s the most vocal about his feelings, always teasing her and making her heart race. The more she resists, the more he enjoys the chase, finding her reactions incredibly amusing and enticing.

Whenever she’s feeling down, Floyd will appear suddenly, either to cheer her up or to keep her on edge, with a smile that’s both comforting and terrifying at the same time.

“[N]! Ashlynn! Come play with me! You can’t say no—it’ll be sooo boring without you!”

“Why do you always try to run away? It’s way more fun when you’re around!”

“Hahaha, you’re so tiny! I could just carry you everywhere, like a little doll!”

She had no idea how to escape them, or if she even wanted to.

Her signature magic makes her even more valuable in the eyes of Azul and Jade, both of whom see her as a potential asset to control and manipulate. Floyd, on the other hand, just loves the idea of having her magic around to "play" with.

[N]’s spell is deeply tied to her empathy, as she can hear the emotions of the creatures she connects with. It often leaves her feeling drained, but she also finds solace in talking to them. Sometimes trying to warn her but they know better than to do that.

More?,,

Comment if you think I could make it better for the character's personality or anything!

[hyukascampfire]

GIFT WRAPPING ﹒ ､､ c.sb

it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it. ˒´-

꣑ ࣪˒ 〈 🌰 〉 ･ 3.4k

ρairings ˒ husband!soobin x reader

ɠ ; smut ˒ fluff

ωarnings ˒ breeding kink, soobin rlly wants to get reader pregnant, lactation kink, general smut, traditional roles, tradwife reader, whiny soobin, breast fondling, mentions of balls cause i know how some people feel abt that, they’re both whiny for each other, soobin’s big, and lmk if i missed anything!

✎୭ ashlynn's note this one’s at the request of my lovely @biteyoubiteme! i love you baby, and could not thank u more for giving me this gift. this was the best gift i could’ve gotten for christmas >.<‘ but yes, since we are always giggling over dad!txt, this one i dedicate to u!!!

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The best thing you’ve heard today is the jingling of keys at the front door.  

Soobin comes through the door with heavy, tired eyes. When the kids come tumbling down the hallway for him, they soften into something warm. Lifting one to pepper kisses over her face, and listening to the other tattle about something that’d happened earlier, his mouth tugs into a gentle smile. 

Dusting powdered sugar off your hands, you wait your turn. The scene falls over you like a dryer-warmed blanket. All you three had done today was wait for him to come home. When finally it’s you that he turns to, your heart flickers. 

The Christmas tree is up and in a stand, but it’s bare. You didn’t want to decorate it without him, as much as he told you he wouldn’t mind if you and the kids did. It’s not every Christmas eve that he works, but he’d been scheduled this year. You’d spent the whole day rolling out dough and slipping the kids some, even though you knew the sugar would wind them up, just to make the house feel less empty. 

And, wind them up it did. You took them outside, bundled up in thick cashmeres and puffy jackets, at one point, hoping they might work some of it out in the fluffy snow that’d fallen fresh on yesterday. It hadn’t worked, but watching them with pink cheeks and giggling was worth the while. Then, the three of you drug snow-wetted feet indoors to defrost, tugging off layers to accept the tingle of warm air against your numb skin. 

You wish he was there, too, though. 

Soobin reaches up to pull his tie loose from his neck as he comes to give you your greetings. He just manages to get it loose before taking your lips against his. 

With his hands steadying you by the hips and the counter at your back, you sigh out a soft breath. Your lips speak of your longing—the both of you. Slow and intimate tugging of lips and soothing, your lashes dust against your cheeks. He tastes like some peppermint candy he’d probably picked up on the way out of the office. Fingers still a bit cold from outside, he brings one hand up and cups your cheek, brushing a thumb up and down the flushed skin there.  

He smiles against your mouth and parts from you only to sprinkle sugary kisses over your face. They fall everywhere: a few over your cheeks, one just beside your mouth, and the last to your forehead. He cups your cheeks through each. When he pulls back and you think he’s done, he steals a quick peck for good measure. His hot-chocolate eyes catch yours once he’s done for real, nose crinkling. 

“Hi, baby,” he says. Your heart sings listening to his smooth timbre. It resonates through you and brushes down every last frayed nerve. “How did home treat you?” 

You reach behind yourself to tug your apron off. It’s a mess of flour and stray buttercream icing. “It’s Christmas eve,” you tell him. That’s answer enough. “How was work? Did you have a good day?” you say, smoothing your hands over the knitted sweater you’d swiped from his drawer. “We missed you.” 

His chest is like home against your back as he wraps you up in his frame. “Doesn’t matter; I’m home now. It’s a good day.” He murmurs his words into your hair. “Mmm. You smell good. Are all these cookies for me?” 

“You know who they’re for,” you say. The smile on your mouth is light and fluffy, like whipped cream. Sweet. You’d waited all day for this—for him. 

His arms encompass you, wrapped across your front like ribbons over a present. You can hear the lazy smile in his words.  “Were you baking all day waiting for me, beautiful?” 

With the weight and warmth of him against you, you let your head fall back on his chest. You hum. “I missed you so bad,” you say. 

“I know,” he says. Pressing a toasty kiss right into your neck where it’s bared to him, he adds, “I missed you too. Wish I was able to spend the whole day with you guys, not paperwork. But, it’s okay. I had my pretty wife here waiting for me.” Toward the tail-end, he hangs sweet suggestion over his words. 

Your cheeks go pink. Maybe you’ve got the heater up too high. It’s not usually this hard waiting for him to get home from work. You’ll usually be busy with your own stuff, so that time passes you by fast enough. And then, he’ll come home all tired, and you’ll finally get the kids to sleep and he’ll make slow, sweet love to you, and then the whole household goes quiet as you all knock out. But today... you found yourself missing him more. On Christmas eve, you’re all supposed to be together; spending the day sprawled over the couch with intertwined limbs and running through Christmas classics with bellies full of hot chocolate and candy canes.  

But, he’s here now. That’s all you can ask for. A full, content home. 

“The kids want to do the tree,” you say, curling your fingers over the warm skin of his forearm where he’s bunched the cuffs of his button-up to his elbows. “They waited very patiently all day.” You drag the word all out, because really... it’d felt just as long to you. Usually, you’d have had your tree up and laced with twinkling lights and ornaments two weeks ago, but you really wanted to wait until you could do it all together. 

“Well,” he says, leaving you with one last nip to the column of your neck before dragging himself off you. You miss the security of his arms almost pathetically quick. “Let’s get it decorated, then. Wouldn’t want to make you guys wait any longer.” 

Soobin departs to find the tubs of Christmas stuff, and you go to pull the kids from their playing. 

You can hardly help the excited little smile that finds its way to your mouth as you do. 

❅

The lights on the tree wink at you, a cozy warm white like ice crystals among green pine needles. Its branches dip under the weight of heavier bulbs. Starry silver and Santa red, and even those assorted ornaments that you’d let the kids pick out, shimmer in the low light. It’s serene and familiar, like the Christmases that you can only relive through orange, flickering memories of better times. Your chest aches in the good way, looking at it. 

All of you had put your touch to it, but mostly, you’d sat back and watched them all work, committing it to memory so that it might never go spotty—so that you can remember it years down the road, and use it like a dose of soothing balm when you no longer have this.

Now, you and Soobin just sit and admire it. In true Christmas fashion, you two had to wrangle the kids to bed. You raised your brows at them and warned them with the same old things you’d heard on Christmas night: Santa doesn’t stop by the houses of kids who don’t sleep, and he especially doesn’t stop for kids that don’t listen to their parents. That got them, warm in their jammies, dragging their feet to bed. Reluctantly, yes. But it did the job, and now it’s just you two.  

Your stomach does an excited flip as, in between his mindless smoothing over your skin, Soobin toys with the waistband of your plaid pajamas. Lifting your head from his chest, you look up at him. 

“Baby,” he says, taking that hand up and under your shirt. Running the warm, calloused tips of his fingers up the plane of your belly and then just under your breast, he says, “I missed you...” 

Sweet and slow, a familiar hunger kindles between your thighs just at the way he says it. You know when your doting husband needs you. Your heart tugs toward him—you need him just the same. Surrounded by the home you’ve made together, made lovely by the scent of Christmas, and in his safe arms, all you want is him. 

You tug yourself up from him and the cushions, sliding yourself over his lap so that your two thighs part around his waist and your heat meets his bulge. He’s hardened there already, strained against the fabric and hard against your clothed cunt even through the layers. Sucking in a breath, he supports the small of your back with two sturdy arms. 

“Missed you too, Binnie,” you mumble into his neck. You’d said it a few times already, but you think it still isn’t enough to convey what you feel. His hands come down to cup your ass, digging divots into it and pressing you into soft grinds down onto him a few times. Your skin prickles wherever he goes. 

When his hands find their way back to the elastic band of your bottoms, you lift your hips and let him tug them off you. It’s an awkward position, and you have to lend him a little help with those and your panties with a snort. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, laughing too. 

At a brush of your bare cunt against his cock as he frees it, stood proud between the space of you and against your belly, your smile gives way to soft gasp. The tip of him weeps with pearly beads from the slit. He takes it into his hand taps it against your bud a few times, his free hand at your back, and relishes in the twitching of your hips above him.  

With the warmth of his cock lined up with you, he pushes some of your hair out of your face and says, “Hate having to wait all day to see my pretty girl...” His chocolate eyes dart up and down between the sight of you just about to join bodies and your face. 

Sinking down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him anew, you hum agreement. You nestle him all the way down until the tip of him brushes just before the end of your depth, and then you give your hips a few rolls to let your insides adjust to his cock. Soobin’s big—no matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch. He doesn’t mind the wait; he sits patiently for you to adjust each time, running his hands up and down your hips just to touch you. 

You dig your knees into the cushions and lift yourself off his cock. You let him slip all the way up until the flared tip of him threatens to pop out, letting the moment linger there for a moment before dropping back down on him. His shoulders take the blunt of your weight as you fuck yourself up and down him. “I...wish you didn’t have to work that stupid job...” Your voice permeates the air, above the crackle of the fireplace and the soft smacks of your skin against his.  

His fingers dig into the soft curve of your waist where your shirt bunches. Each time you push yourself up, he helps, the corded muscles of his forearms twisting. It’s an intimate dance that the two of you have practiced and mastered, knowing when to give and to take without even the need for words. “I know,” he says, his voice taut. “But... I’m here now, baby. I’m here now. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Your chest feels full at that. You know he means it; he works so hard for you all. The couch cushions are abrasive against your knees, and your thighs burn with a terrible ache, but all that matters in this moment is how he sucks his lips into his mouth and lets his head fall back into the cushion at his back. He rocks his hips up to try and meet you. Each time you bring yourself down on him in a way that has his brow twitching or eyes screwing shut, you aim to find it again—in all of it, you hope he feels you thanking him. 

Lifting his head, he tugs your shirt up to watch your tits bounce along with you. Taking his palm over one, he says, “Fuck—miss when these were all full of milk. All heavy for me...” His thumb rolls a pert nipple. Shuddering around a chill, your chest jumps against his hand.  

Rather than controlled drags up and down his cock, you devolve into frantic rutting hips and whines. Each roll—back, forth, and in messy circles—nudges his twitching cock right up against that weak spot. Flame rolls in your belly and your thighs.  

When you’d been pregnant, your tits had swollen up to produce milk, and they’d never gone back down. Maybe a bit, but never back to what they’d been before pregnancy. Soobin loved it. Not that he hadn’t been content with your breasts before, but you think it was more that he was fascinated that it was him who did that to you. That he had filled you with his cum, and got you round and pregnant. When you’d first started leaking, it wasn’t even you who’d realized. You had been stood in the kitchen with a flimsy grey shirt tugged over your body. When you looked up to see what your husband was up to, his eyes were all glazed over and heavy on your chest, where your shirt had gone dark and wet around your nipples. Before you could hurry off with reddened cheeks to change, he’d pinned you against the counter by the hips to suckle the mess up himself. 

“Baby,” he says, voice coming from his throat a hoarse plead, “Beautiful, please, can you give me something for Christmas? Just one thing?” 

Hair on your neck damp, you nod frantically. Around his waist, your thighs twitch with exertion and each blazing brush of his cockhead against your gummy walls. You’d give him anything; you’d already grown two children for him. 

“You—gonna let me put another in you? Can I please get you all pregnant again?” he grits out, his hair falling out from its styling and over his rose-dusted cheeks. He looks at you heavy-lidded.  

Your cunt squeezes him, an answer before you can even form the words. It does a number on you, the way he says it. Because really, you do think that to Soobin, the greatest gift you could give him is to carry his children and to just continue to love him. It’s no different for you; you want nothing more. “Yes, please... I’ll give you as many as...you want, please, just...” 

The entirety of your pleading is not even out of your mouth before he’s pressing a strong arm across your back and laying you under him. The cushions accept your back lovingly. 

Soobin takes a moment to situate you two. He drags you down by the hips, closer to him, tugs your shirt fully off to let it flutter to the floor elsewhere, tugging his own off in the same fashion, and he pushes your mess of hair out of your face so that he can better see you. And then, melding the bare, warmed skin of your soft chest to his own hard one, he rolls his cock up into you. 

It’s slow and tender, like promises of love baked into each grind. He makes love to you in the form of open-mouthed kisses and puffs of breath fanning out over your skin when a deeper thrust has both of you shaken-limbed. In your ears, hot, he whispers filthy nothings. 

“Gonna knock my pretty girl up again,” he pants. “Want—you to go around wearing me, big and round. My wife. You look so pretty pregnant... Fuck..” The skin of his chest brushes up against your hardened nipple each time he fucks himself up to you, his hands everywhere as he can’t find where he wants to hold you most. Eventually, he settles on linking his fingers with yours above your head with one hand, and the other splayed over your belly. Right where your belly might be swollen, were you pregnant once more. “Right here... can’t wait—h-oh, shit. Do you want that, baby? Want to give me another?” 

Chest and belly tight, you can only manage a squeak and a nod. Through bleary eyes, you take in his face. The soft and masculine angles of his cheeks and jaw, his sweet brown eyes, his pinched brows... and all you feel is safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. His body cages you against the cushion, slung over you and delivering languid strokes, but you don’t feel trapped. Not one bit. In his arms, you feel untouchable. Secure beyond a doubt. 

Nowhere else, with nobody else, would you rather build a family. 

“Soobin, please,” you whine, welcome tears prickling at the corners of your eyes like snowmelt. “Want it so bad... I want it so bad....” Wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower spine, you urge him deeper.  

“Okay,” he says. The smacking of your skin punctures the serene air as he picks up the pace. He lets his head fall into your shoulder, stunted breaths falling out as his belly tenses. “Okay, love. Gonna fuck you full of my cum, n’ keep it in there so I know it takes... shit, gonna give you my cum now, okay?” 

Face screwed up, you try and roll yourself to meet him, to chase the tightness in your own belly, but he’s got you. With a few more hot stripes of his tongue over your tits and over your neck, and a few frantic nudges right into that spot he’s so familiar with, you go still and then break into full-body shakes. You press your mouth into his shoulder to obscure the sharp, sweet cry that comes rushing out along with your orgasm, worried about waking your sleeping kids. Your thighs twitch and shudder around him, some deep and innate part of your brain taking over through the fog to make sure he cums well and right into you. Fingers and toes curling and splaying through it, you allow yourself to fully feel the sweetness his cock gifts you with.  

You don’t doubt that he’ll get you pregnant, cumming in you. Soobin’s seed is heavy and potent. He could knock you up whenever he pleased; the last two times he’d done it, you were surprised how easily it took. Your insides twist up around him harder. 

“Fuck,” he half growls, half whines. “Fuck, fuck... Love you, baby... Love you so much...” 

He holds you to the couch, fucking you into it as his heavy balls smack against your bottom. And then, spewing murmured expletives and taking your face into a big hand of his to press frantic kisses to your cheek, his hips stutter. 

As promised, he spills his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what you want. It’s hot and thick against your gummy walls. He holds you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still. When you think he’s done rolling his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, he grinds harder.  

Soobin slumps over you, finally stilling. He does not pull out, nor unplug you, though. He wants to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it. His heart thunders a lovely song against your chest, and yours his. He runs long fingers through your hair mindlessly, the both of you basking in the slow fire as it burns through your veins and leaves you lazy. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles. 

Heart fuller, you hold him closer. “We have so much wrapping to do...” you mumble, trying to blink away your content sleepiness.  

He pushes himself off you just to say, “Don’t remind me.” His weight cradles you once more, running appreciative fingertips over your thighs as he says, “Just a little more.” 

Who are you to deny him that? You cherish the lines of his face, all soft in the yellowish glow of the tree’s light. Here, in his arms, you let yourself forget about that and anything else but the simple love buzzing in the air. 

“Just a little more,” you agree.  

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[elalfywhore]

partition • pazzi x reader

tonight was all about paige, as much as you loved to be the center of attention; you had to let her have her night.

azzi had already talked to you about this earlier in the day while she was getting glammed up, asking you for no fits, no snarky comments and no bratty behavior. the night went amazing; the draft had ended hours ago, team dinner was done and now the club was coming to an end.

it was about 4am when you checked your phone, you were sitting on paige’s right leg and azzi on her left; the three of you wearing dallas wings hats as paige felt up both of your thighs. you guys had spent the last 4 hours dancing and drinking the night away with your friends but now, your feet are killing you and you want nothing more than a street hot dog and your bed.

paige however; looks just as alive as she did when they called her name as she bites her lip, admiring yours and azzis bodies in your dresses. while your guys’ relationship was a secret the section at the club was private; you were pretty sure the bottle girls had to sign some kind of nda to work here tonight.

“you tired, baby?” paige asks, making you glance up from your phone. she must’ve noticed how your energy had plummeted in the last 30 minutes. “no, i’m okay.” you smile, assuming she’d want to stay out and continue to finish her time. “are you sure? you look tired?” azzi asks, making you shrug this time. “c’mon, let’s get going im ready to go anyway.” paige says, patting you and azzi both on your butts; signaling to get up.

you all get up and grab your belongings, saying your goodbyes and making the long journey to the car.

“that was so fun, im so proud of you.” azzi says, smiling to paige as you walk about a foot ahead of them but in the middle. “thank you, babe. couldn’t have done it without you two.” paige smiles, reaching to pinch your cheek; making you giggle and speed up your walk a bit.

once you guys get to the car you remembered what you had forgotten in your drunken state; the dallas wings sent paige a limo for the night, assuming she’d be riding with all her friends but it was just the three of you in reality. “i forgot about this” you blurt out, face a perplexed. “did you?” azzi giggles, letting her hand come to graze your hips. you hear the car door open and watch as the male driver gets out the car, coming around to open the door for the three of you.

“good evening, i hope you had a great time, miss buckers.” he greets politely, gesturing for us to enter the door. “i did, thanks man.” paige smiles, grabbing your hand guiding you into the back of the limo. once your sat inside you look at the exterior as she helps azzi in. it’s spacious, the couch wrapping all around the back in a U shape, it’s all white with an led rim that’s shaded to a light purple. there’s a small table in the middle, bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, a few glasses set on the table.

you throw you head back, thinking it’s time to relax but as the car door shuts and paige finds herself comfortable between you and azzi; you realize it’s a different time. “hope you’re not sleepy yet, mama. we still got 30 minutes until we’re back to the hotel.” paige licks her lip before biting it, grabbing you by the back of the neck; leaning to plant kisses on your lips. you moan into the kisses as paige’s hand goes up your thigh, hiking up your dress. “drove me crazy in this little fucking dress tonight.” your eyes roll back after paige says that, planting one more kiss to your lips before biting your bottle lip; pulling her head back slowly before letting your lip go.

you sit up, now fully awake and watch her shift to azzi a bit. “and you looked so fucking sexy tonight.” paige pulls azzi into a kiss, pulling her dress up and allowing herself to massage the soft skin of her thigh. you almost moan at the sight of time making out. shifting in your seat, you burry your face into paige’s neck, sucking at the skin as your hand makes its way into her top, letting your fingers graze her nipple. paige and azzis kiss breaks after a bit and azzi also gets to work, sucking on paige’s neck and really just trying to feel whenever she can.

paige is a moaning mess, heavy breathing and eyes rolling back. something tells paige’s to open eyes and when she does she realizes; the partition was down. she’s too drunk off of you guys to ever care to much yet she still calls out, “driver roll up the partition, please and turn on some music.” you and azzi don’t pay much mind, both of you now basically grinding down on the seat, trying to get any kind of relief.

the car is soon filled with the sound of luther by kendrick lamar and sza.

“god, i love you two so much.” paige moans, neck now filled with hickeys but she doesn’t even mind. you and azzi murmur out your love yous back and her hands come to the back of each of your heads, pulling you two off her neck. paige bites her lip as she watches your and azzis eyes interlock; mischief in your eyes. “hi, baby.” azzi whispers, face moving towards yours. “hi, az.” you whisper back shyly. your lips soon interlock, tongues grazing each others. you feel azzi move, trying to get more comfortable, getting on her hands and knees on the seat; making you follow, your ankles crossing as you arch your back.

“so unreal.” paige whispers, biting her lip and you gasp when you feel her hike up your dress, putting your ass on display and revealing your black thong. she gives you ass a few smacks before moving to azzi, lifting her dress up as well and smacking her ass a few times; making her moan into the kiss. your guys’ hands all over and in between paiges lap as she manspreads, one of each of her hands come to grab at yours’ and azzis asses; leaning back to admire the view of her girlfriends kissing in front of her.

you and azzi moan into the kiss loudly at the same time, both feeling a single one of paige’s fingers slip inside of you with no warning. azzi’s hand comes up; tightly grabbing onto your hair as paige starts to finger fuck the both of you. “look at my dirty girls.” paige teases, now slipping in a second finger in both of you. “do my girls like that?” paige’s forward, making you and azzi pull apart; moans spilling out of the both of you as paige continues her assault on your pussies. “feels so good, daddy.” you whine, leaning forward to give paige a few pecks on the lip. “feel good, mama?” paige asks azzi, who’s clearly trying not to cum so soon. “feels so good, fuck.” azzi moans are so soft, the type that make you feel like you can float on them.

as paige and azzi kiss you see a golden opportunity, immediately reaching to unzip paige’s pants. paige moans into the kiss, lifting her hips up to help you pull her pants and boxers down. you moan at the sight, your girlfriends kissing, azzi bent over facing you but you can still see the round of her ass and paige’s hand sneaking around her, paige’s pants now down at her knees; pretty pink pussy on display; all three of you still in your dallas wings hats. azzi pulls back from the kiss, looking down to admire paige’s wet cunt, glistening in the light purple lighting.

you’re the first one to touch, allowing your middle fingers to connect with her clit, wet and sticky; rubbing soft circles on it. paige bites her lip, looking down to watch you play with her; fingers still fucking you and azzi. it doesn’t take long for azzi to join in, sticking her pointer and middle fingers inside of paige, fucking her with the same sensual speed that paige is fucking you two at. you’re all moaning messes, shoving your face back inside of paige’s neck, licking and sucking all over as you feel your orgasm approach.

“think…think m’ gonna cum, daddy.” you whimper, warning paige. “yeah? did you ask if that was okay?” paige whispers back, a bit scarily to you; realizing you’d probably have to cum on whatever condition paige wanted. “can i cum, please daddy?” you pull your face from her neck, letting her see your pouty little face. “ask azzi, baby.” you look to azzi, who’s eyes are screwed shut and you can tell, she needs to cum too. “mommy, can i please cum.” you whine out, getting impatient, your hips now trying to jut away from paige a bit. “i’m gonna cum too baby, c’mon, cum with mommy.” azzi moans; pulling you into a kiss.

your tongues swirl as your orgasms hit, your movements on paige halting for a moment but she doesn’t mind, just happy to see you guys playing so nicely. paige helps you both ride out your highs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, wet holes pulsating around her. “good girls.” paige groans, pulling her fingers from both of you. you bite your lip, seeing how wet her fingers are from azzi as she brings them up to your mouth, “open up, baby.” she moans as azzis fingers start to move inside her again. you open your mouth, letting paige’s fingers inside; savoring the sweet taste of azzi, sucking on her fingers like a long popsicle. once her fingers are all clean paige brings her fingers that were inside of you to azzis mouth, she opens without needing to be told; immediately moaning at the taste.

you start to rub circles again, making paige moan out; now being stimulated by you and azzi. azzi releases paiges fingers with a pop. “so good for me.” paige groans, leaning back in the seat again; her hands going to untie the top of your dress, helping pull it down to your hips, letting your tits free. she immediately does the same to azzi, pulling down the straps of her dress to release her boobs. her hands come under both of you, reaching to play with both of your boobs, jiggling the fat in her hands.

“you gonna eat my pussy for me, baby?” paige asks you making you bite your lip with a nod; making you pull your hand away from her clit. azzi pulls her hand away as well and they watch and you get off the seat, it feeling good to get into a new position and onto your knees in between paige’s legs. you pull her pants down to her ankles and she spreads her legs wider, giving you easier access. azzi uses her left hand, helping guide your head towards paige’s pussy. you almost moan the feeling of the warmth radiating off of her pussy as your face gets close. the first taste is like heaven as you immediately take her clit into your mouth, sucking at the bud.

“holy shit.” paige groans, helping azzi readjust to sit perked up on her knees; her tits at perfect eye level with paige. you moan at the taste of paige and the view above you, azzis silk press becoming a bit frizzy with sweat but she still looks beautiful as ever; moaning out as paige takes her nipple into her mouth. paige’s arm wraps around azzis lower back, pulling her closer to her and the other hand goes to play with azzis other nipple. azzi throws her head back, her hand still pressing your face into paige’s pussy.

paige’s pussy tastes sweeter than normal, you’re not sure if it’s maybe the cherry liquor you’re still tasting on your lips, azzi’s vanilla lipgloss or maybe the fact that she just won first round pick in the draft but whatever it is; it’s making you weak in the knees. you nod your head in her pussy, eyes rolling back as you lick up her clit with the minimal movement your allowed with azzis hand. azzi looks down to check on you, noticing how fucking submissive you look she can’t help but to pull you back by your hair and lean down; making paige release her nipple for a second, she grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing with her other hand, “open wide, baby.” her voice is so alluring you do as she says, your mouth soaked with paige’s wetness and now her saliva as she spits in your mouth.

you swallow like a good girl of course, gasping for a breath before azzi shoves your face back into paige’s pussy. paige leans forward a bit, one of her hands grabbing at your dress that had bunched up at your waist and the other coming down to spank your ass. “good fucking girl, how did i get so lucky?” paige praises, leaning back again after delivering a few more smacks to your fat ass. “im gonna bust.” paige groans out making you lick her pussy faster. her hand also comes to grab a bunch of your hair, joining azzis. “c’mon, princess make daddy cum.” azzi moans, biting her lip at the sight of you two.

it doesn’t take many more licks and nods of your head before you feel and taste paige spilling down your chin, “fucking shit, baby.” paige groans hips bucking into your face as her and azzi hold your head still.

you gasp for air when they finally let you go, leaning your back against the seat as paige lays there limp for a second, azzi pressing soft kisses to her neck. “you did, so damn good baby.” paige praises, her hand coming down to reach for you; helping you back onto the seat.

you guys hear the music turn down and the partition cracks just a bit, “we’ll be at the hotel in 5.” the driver calls out, rolling the partition back up and turning the music back up. “fuck, let’s fix ourselves.” azzi says, starting to pull the top of her dress back up. you watch as paige starts to pull her pants back up, pouting as azzi puts her tits away and paige covers her pussy. “don’t worry, baby. i got something waiting for you at the hotel.” paige smiles, noticing your pouty face and knowing you’d want to go again. “really?” you beam, making azzi giggle as you start to fix yourself. you turn away from paige and azzi, just trying to figure out which way is which on your dress. “something real good.” paige comes behind you, one knee on the seat as she grabs onto your shoulders, starting to thrust her hips into your ass. you gasp out in excitement, “you brought the strap!” making azzi scoff, “actually i brought it, paige forgot to pack it.”

you crouch a bit in the limo, almost being at your girlfriends’ heights in your 6 inch heels. paige let’s you go, as you grab onto azzi; your dress still not fixed, ass and tits still out as you straddle her lap. “thank you, mommy.” you press a soft kiss to her lips, letting her taste paige who still lingered on your mouth. “you’re welcome, now let’s get you fixed.” azzis quick to squeeze your ass in both her hands for a second before pulling your dress down and fixing the top, re-ting what paige un did a while ago. “my pretty girls.” paige smiles, making you both look over at her, her phone in hand taking a picture to savor the moment.

the next morning hit like a hurricane, there were clothes and shoes all over the room, sex toys spread all over the bed and even some on the floor as you woke up in the middle of your girlfriends.

the sun was peaking through the curtains as you looked to see them still asleep, spotting your phone on the side of paige you reach softly for it.

3:39pm

your phone reads, you immediately feel a grumble in your tummy, turning to azzi to wake her up. “azzi, baby wake up.” you whisper making her groan, “please baby.” you whine. “what?” she grumbles, eyes not open yet. “i’m hungry.” you pout. “ask paige to order something.” she says, turning away; immediately falling back asleep.

you turn to your blonde girlfriend; realizing azzi was too sleepy to help. “paige, wake up.” you whisper, shaking her a bit and she opens her eyes immediately; stretching her long limbs. “what happened, babe?” her morning voice sending a jolt straight to your pussy that you decide to ignore. “i’m hungry.” you whine out, “here.” paige turns, grabbing her phone and handing it to you. “doordash something for us.” making you smile in victory. you turn away from paige, allowing her to spoon you, one of her hands going between your thighs, enjoying the warmth of it.

azzis turns back to face you, joining in on the cuddles, still probably half awake. you cuddle in the middle of them; keeping paige’s brightness on low as you place your guys’ order. sitting the phone between you and azzi; you relax, deciding it’s just best to sleep until your food gets here.

[paigebueckersmommy]

elana’s master list

🌞 - smut

🪻- fluff

Paige Bueckers

parents house 🌞

court side🌞

what are we?🪻

not tonight.. but🌞

nervous🌞🪻

gf headcannons 🌞🪻

tipsy🌞

cheering for u🌞

hotel🌞

attitude🌞

paige x vb girl headcannons🪻

help?🌞

good luck charm 🌞

baby fever paige head cannons 🪻

permanent🪻🌞

nsfw paige head cannons 🌞

just tired 🪻

guilty as sin? pt.1🪻

guilty as sin? pt. 2🪻🌞

presents🌞

vacation🌞

paige x short girl head cannons 🪻

so high school🌞🪻

paige x injured or sick gf head cannons 🪻

on camera 🌞🪻

munch paige head cannons 🌞

nsfw paige heacannons pt. 2🌞

nobody gets me 🌞🪻

making out with paige headcannons🌞

safe word🪻🌞

paige x hairstylist gf headcannons 🪻

right there 🌞

ass girl paige head cannons 🌞

tits girl paige headcannons 🌞

pathetic 🌞

sub!paige head cannons 🌞

dom!paige headcannons 🌞

begging🌞

sexy 🌞

be quiet 🌞

maybe not enemies? pt.1 🌞

maybe not enemies? pt.2 🌞

summer with paige headcannons 🪻

i remeber everything 🪻

Nika muhl

team dinner🌞

grillz🌞

gf headcannons 🌞🪻

KK Arnold

on live 🪻

kk arnold gf headcannons🪻

Azzi Fudd

anniversary🪻

azzi gf head cannons 🪻🌞

Ice Brady

playing 🌞

gf headcannons 🪻

Kate Martin

kate martin head cannons 🌞🪻

Caroline Harvey

somewhere only we know 🪻

Headcannons

paige gf headcannons 🌞🪻

paige x vb player head cannons 🌞

kk arnold gf headcannons 🪻

baby fever paige headcannons🪻

nsfw paige head cannons 🌞

nsfw paige heacannons pt. 2🌞

nika muhl gf headcannons 🌞🪻

paige x short girl headcannons

ice brady gf headcannons 🪻

munch paige head cannons 🌞

making out with paige headcannons🌞

paige x hairstylist gf headcannons 🪻

ass girl paige head cannons 🌞

tits girl paige headcannons 🌞

sub!paige head cannons 🌞

dom!paige headcannons 🌞

azzi gf head cannons 🪻🌞

kate martin head cannons 🌞🪻

summer with paige headcannons 🪻

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 33: Let Me Be There

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (for mild language and themes of illness/recovery)

Warnings: Mentions of past harassment/stalking, mild angst, reader being stubborn about their health

Summary: Back in Connecticut, the stress of securing a permanent restraining order against Marcus takes its toll on you.

Welcome to the chapter 33 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

It had been two days since we got back to Connecticut, and in those forty-eight hours, my body had completely betrayed me.

The stress of dealing with the permanent restraining order against Marcus had been weighing me down since we landed. Even though the judge had granted it—thanks to the new evidence against him—it didn’t feel like relief. It felt like a wound that hadn’t even started healing yet.

Between barely eating, hardly sleeping, and pretending everything was fine, my immune system finally gave up.

And now, here I was.

Sick.

Miserable.

Hunched over in my dorm, wrapped in my thickest hoodie, shivering despite the heat being turned up. My throat felt like I had swallowed razor blades, my nose was both stuffy and runny, and my body ached like I had just played a full four quarters alone.

I knew I should tell Paige.

But I wouldn’t.

Because she had DePaul to worry about, and I wasn’t going to distract her.

10:45 AM – Paige’s Dorm

Paige wasn’t buying it.

“You’re sick.” She stood in front of me, arms crossed, brows furrowed in undeniable concern.

“I’m fine,” I croaked, immediately giving myself away. My throat burned like hell, and my voice sounded like I had been chain-smoking for a decade.

Paige’s expression softened, but her stance didn’t budge. “Babe, come on. You look miserable. Let me take care of you.”

I shook my head. “You have a game in two days. You can’t get sick.”

Paige let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. “So what? You’d rather sit here suffering alone just so I can go hoop?”

I avoided her gaze, suddenly very interested in the loose thread on my sleeve.

“I’ll be fine,” I mumbled. “I just need to sleep it off.”

Paige stared at me, and I could feel the internal battle she was having. She wanted to argue, to fight me on it, but I saw the flicker of hesitation. She really couldn’t afford to get sick, and she knew it.

That didn’t mean she was going to just leave me alone.

“If you won’t let me stay, I’m calling in backup,” Paige declared, already reaching for her phone.

My eyes narrowed. “Paige—”

She smirked. “Too late.”

11:30 AM – My Dorm

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at my door.

When I dragged myself out of bed and opened it, Kayla stood there, grinning like she had just won the lottery.

“You look like hell,” she greeted.

I groaned. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Tell that to your overprotective girlfriend,” Kayla said, stepping inside and shutting the door. “She practically threatened me to get my ass over here.”

I sighed, trudging back toward my bed and collapsing onto it. “She’s dramatic.”

Kayla flopped down into my desk chair. “No, she’s in love with you and wants to make sure you don’t die of self-neglect.”

I buried my face in my pillow. “I hate both of you.”

Kayla laughed. “No, you don’t. Now, let’s get some fluids in you before Paige actually loses her mind.”

3:15 PM – My Dorm Still

“Here. Granny-approved.”

I blinked blearily at the steaming mug Kayla placed in front of me.

“You actually made it?” I rasped.

Kayla gave me a pointed look. “I followed your grandma’s instructions exactly. I even FaceTimed Paige so she could watch me make it.”

I rolled my eyes but took the mug, cradling it in my hands. The scent of citrus, ginger, and warm spices filled my nose. I hesitated before taking a small sip, the heat spreading through my chest immediately.

“Better?” Kayla asked.

I sighed, nodding. “Yeah.”

She grinned. “Good. Now, drink all of it before I call Paige back and tell her you’re being difficult.”

I glared. “You’re evil.”

Kayla smirked. “Nah. I’m just her eyes and ears while she’s gone.”

Game Day – 6:50 AM

I wasn’t 100%, but I was better.

Enough that I convinced Paige—and the coaching staff—that I could travel with the team to DePaul.

I still kept my distance, though.

Even on the bus, I made sure to sit a row behind Paige, by myself, far enough that she wouldn’t be in my germ radius. I avoided the usual pre-game hugs, the playful jabs from the team, even the way Paige reached for my hand as we boarded.

I didn’t miss the way she frowned.

I didn’t miss the way Azzi nudged her, whispering something under her breath.

But I had already made Paige compromise by letting me come. I wasn’t about to make her risk getting sick before an important game.

So, I stayed back.

Even when Paige sighed dramatically and sent me a text.

Paige: stop acting like I’m some fragile little thing. let me love you.

I smiled to myself but didn’t reply.

Because I knew Paige, and I knew she wasn’t going to let this go.

And sure enough, not even ten minutes later, she turned around in her seat, leaned over Azzi, and whispered, “Babe, if you don’t let me sit next to you, I’m making a scene.”

I raised a brow, locking eyes with her. “Make a scene then.”

Paige blinked. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” I challenged. “Go ahead. Make a scene.”

I thought she would back down. I really did.

But I forgot who my girlfriend was.

Without missing a beat, Paige stood up in the middle of the bus, threw her arms up dramatically, and yelled, “MY GIRLFRIEND DOESN’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!”

The entire bus froze.

Azzi immediately facepalmed. KK started wheezing. Ice burst out laughing. And miss Sarah she was giving heavy side eye.

“PAIGE—” I hissed, my face burning as the entire team turned to look at us.

“I just wanna sit next to my sick, stubborn, beautiful girlfriend, but she’s being so cold-hearted!” Paige continued, clutching her chest like she was in a soap opera.

Coach Geno turned from the front of the bus, looking entirely done with her antics. “Bueckers, sit your dramatic ass down.”

Snickering, Paige flopped into the seat beside me, grinning triumphantly. “Told you I’d make a scene.”

I groaned, hiding my face in my hoodie.

Paige just laughed, lacing our fingers together.

I didn’t stop her.

Back at Campus – Paige Bueckers: Full-Time baller, nope. How about Full- Time nurse, Part-Time simp

By now, I’d accepted my fate.

There was no escaping Nurse Paige.

The second we stepped back into my dorm, she had a full recovery plan ready.

Hydration? Handled.

Soup? Cooking in the mini rice cooker.

Medicine? Already sitting on my nightstand.

Cuddles? Pending, until I was “fully healed.”

“You’re worse than my grandma,” I muttered, sitting up in bed as Paige fluffed my pillows for the third time in an hour.

Paige gasped, offended. “Excuse you! I am a loving and attentive girlfriend, not some random granny.”

“That’s debatable.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll withhold the Jolly Ranchers I bought you.”

I gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Paige smirked. “Try me.”

Before I could argue, my phone buzzed.

Group Chat: ‘UConn’s Finest’

Triple A: Not Paige ghosting us like we don’t have practice tomorrow.

Team mom: Is she even on campus??

Ice cube: She is. She’s just playing housewife rn.

Rah: Oh, she’s 100% in nurse mode. I give it two more hours before she starts spoon-feeding [Reader].

Triple A: Paige, defend yourself.

Paige peeked over my shoulder at my phone, then grinned as she grabbed hers from the nightstand.

A second later, my phone buzzed again.

Hot shot: y’all wish you had a girlfriend to take care of. stay mad. (Except Ayanna)

Fuzzy Fudd: Paige, that’s literally not the point-

Triple A: thanks, you simp. (Knowing I’m a simp too)

Hey Arnold: SIMP, both of y’all jus some simps.

I snorted, locking my phone and setting it aside. “They’re gonna bully you for weeks.”

Paige just shrugged. “Let them. I have more important things to do.”

She then proceeded to tuck me into my blankets like a burrito.

I sighed. This was my life now.

By the next evening, Paige was finally convinced I was on the mend—meaning I was allowed out of bed.

Our first low-energy activity?

Lego building.

Specifically, the tiny flower shop Lego set Paige had bought ‘for us’ but definitely wanted for herself.

“This is actually coming out cute,” I admitted, setting down the last window piece.

Paige beamed. “See? I told you we’re Lego masters.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You dropped a piece under the bed twice.”

“Shhh, it’s called the artistic process.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I reached for the remote. “Okay, what movie?”

“Ratatouille,” Paige said immediately.

“Predictable.”

“Iconic,” she corrected, pulling me into her arms as I hit play. “And the perfect cuddle movie.”

I sighed, relaxing into her hold. Finally, a quiet night.

At least, it was supposed to be.

Because just as we were settling in…

The door BURST open.

“YO, WHAT UP, LIVE?!”

Paige and I whipped around just in time to see KK Arnold standing there, phone in hand, on TikTok Live.

I groaned. “KK, no warning?!”

KK grinned, completely unbothered. “Gotta keep y’all on your toes!”

Before either of us could kick her out, the chat flooded with comments.

“NOT PAIGE BEING DOMESTIC”

“They were def having a date night omg”

“Y/n looks so done”

“KK the real MVP for interrupting them”

Paige facepalmed. “KK, why are you here?”

KK shrugged. “Y’all weren’t answering the group chat, so I figured you needed some excitement.”

I narrowed my eyes. “We were literally about to have a peaceful movie night.”

KK grinned. “Oh, bet! The whole squad’s coming.”

Paige and I froze.

“The what now?” Paige asked, eyes wide.

As if on cue, the door swung open again.

In stormed Caroline, Ice, Morgan, Sarah, Jana, Azzi, Ayanna, and Aubrey—each carrying snacks, drinks, and zero regard for the fact that we were NOT expecting them.

“Hope y’all weren’t planning on keeping this cozy night to yourselves,” Ice teased, plopping onto the floor.

“We brought popcorn,” Morgan added, holding up a bag.

Ayanna smirked. “And we came to see Paige in full simp mode live and in action.”

I groaned, hiding my face in Paige’s hoodie.

Paige, however, just sighed dramatically.

“You know what?” She pulled me closer, chin resting on my head. “Fine. But y’all are building your own Legos.”

Caroline gasped. “You think we came empty-handed?”

And just like that, the quiet night turned into a full-blown UConn team takeover.

9:15 PM – My Dorm (Now a Team Sleepover)

I should’ve known better.

I really should have.

A “quick movie night” with this team was never just a quick movie night. It was an event. A takeover. A full-blown production.

And now, my dorm—which was barely big enough for me and Paige—was packed with the entire squad, each making themselves comfortable like they owned the place.

KK had taken over my desk chair, spinning it in circles while still on TikTok Live, laughing as the chat roasted Paige’s “Full-Time Nurse, Part-Time Simp” status. Azzi and Ice were sprawled out on my floor, already battling in some intense Uno match, while Ayanna sat behind them, eating popcorn like she was watching a championship game.

Caroline, Sarah, and Aubrey had claimed my bed—because of course they did—leaving me exactly nowhere to sit.

And Paige?

Paige was sitting right in the middle of it all, legs stretched out, completely unbothered, holding onto me like I was some oversized teddy bear she had no intentions of letting go.

I sighed. This was my life now.

“So, what’s next?” KK grinned, finally putting her phone down. “I say we make this a game night.”

Paige perked up. “Ooh, Mario Kart?”

“I call Yoshi,” Ice said immediately.

“Bro, you always get Yoshi,” Ayanna groaned.

“Then be quicker next time.”

Azzi snorted. “It’s not even that serious.”

Ice gasped dramatically. “Oh, it is that serious, Fudd. Don’t let me catch you on Rainbow Road.”

Meanwhile, Sarah and Aubrey had started pulling out a deck of cards.

“Spades?” Aubrey suggested, smirking at me.

I raised a brow. “You sure you wanna go there, Griff?”

“Am I sure I wanna school you? Yeah.”

“Oh, bet.”

Caroline clapped her hands. “Alright, we got Mario Kart on one side, Spades on the other. What about Jenga?”

“Jenga?” Paige repeated, looking concerned.

Morgan nodded, already stacking the blocks. “Yeah, the giant kind.”

I groaned. “Oh no.”

I still had PTSD from the last time they played.

Because this wasn’t normal Jenga. No, UConn Jenga was a full-contact sport.

“House rules?” KK asked.

“House rules,” Sarah confirmed.

“Wait, what are house rules?” I asked, immediately regretting it.

Caroline grinned. “Oh, just a little added chaos.”

Aubrey smirked. “You have to remove the blocks with only one hand.”

Azzi added, “And if you make it fall, you have to do a dare.”

I turned to Paige, my last hope for sanity. “And you allow this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. I just enjoy the show.”

I groaned again, but there was no stopping them now.

10:30 PM – The Games Begin

First up: Mario Kart.

And let me tell you—Ice did not play around.

By the time the first race ended, she had already hit KK with three shells and sent Ayanna flying off the track twice.

“HOW ARE YOU THIS GOOD?” KK yelled, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Ice grinned, completely smug. “Skill, baby. Try again next time.”

Meanwhile, Spades had gotten… heated.

“You reneged!” Aubrey accused, pointing at Azzi.

Azzi scoffed. “I did not!”

“You did!”

Sarah laughed, shaking her head. “Man, this is why I don’t play with y’all.”

Caroline leaned back, sipping her Gatorade like she was watching a courtroom drama.

And then came Jenga.

It started normal enough. Careful moves, steady hands.

And then Ashlynn decided to get bold.

She tried pulling from the bottom.

Everyone screamed.

The tower wobbled.

For a moment, it looked like she might save it.

And then—BOOM.

Jenga blocks went flying.

Ash sat there, stunned. “…Oops.”

The entire team erupted.

“Dare time!” KK announced.

She sighed. “Fine. Hit me with it.”

Sarah and Ayanna exchanged looks before smirking.

“You have to run down the hall, screaming ‘PAIGE BUECKERS IS MY MOM’ at the top of your lungs.”

The room exploded.

Paige choked on her water. “WHAT?”

Azzi wheezed. “Y’all are evil.”

But Ash? Ashlynn was fearless.

She stood up, cracked her knuckles, and sprinted out the door.

“PAIGE BUECKERS IS MY MOM! PAIGE BUECKERS IS MY MOM!”

We were crying.

Even Paige couldn’t stop laughing. “I hate you guys.”

Caroline wiped tears from her eyes. “Nah, that was legendary.”

1:00 AM – The Aftermath

Eventually, after multiple rematches, way too much yelling, and Ice still dominating in Mario Kart, the exhaustion hit.

One by one, people started crashing.

Azzi was knocked out on the floor, still holding a controller. Sarah and Morgan had taken over my bed, curled up like they owned the place.

KK was half-asleep in my desk chair, mumbling about getting revenge on Ice.

And Paige?

Paige was lying next to me, arms wrapped around my waist, fully content.

“See?” she murmured. “You’re feeling better, and we had fun.”

I sighed, sinking into her warmth. “Yeah, yeah. You win, Nurse Paige.”

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Always.”

And even though my dorm was a mess, even though my bed was stolen, even though KK was probably gonna snore all night…

I smiled. Resting against Paige’s chest and went to a peaceful sleep.

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       -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza , @paxaz535 , @0phantom0 , @yailtsv , @authentic-girl03 , @sevyscoven , @elalfywhore , @sitawita , @jadasogay , @vamptizm .... (more to be added) 

[ekisokay]

No, because she's literally Lil Geno😭

[waitingandwishing]

Hey!!! Could u maybe do a romantic sbg gang reacting to (fem or gn) reader’s younger brother that basically outing reader’s crush on them one day?? Maybe they’re hanging out at reader’s house or somewhere and reader’s brother out of nowhere is just kinda like “yeah they talk abt u all the time i think they have a crush on u lol” It can be headcannons or a scenario!

Inspired by my brother that did this to me 😞💔

damn honestly ur brother a menace 😭

-> context: he's a menace

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: none

ASHLYNN:

Ah yes because your younger brother was pissed at you. Well, not really, maybe a little bit. It was all your fault anyways for stealing the last piece of his favorite candy.

When Ashlynn came over to study, your brother had simply barged into your room and whined. "Are you done yet?" He asked, laying on your bed alongside you and Ashlynn, "Can you play we me?Why're you so boringggg???"

You rolled your eyes and continued to ignore him, leaning over to help Ashlynn (Who tried to stop blushing furiously whenever you made physical contact with her) before pausing and going over to the opposite side of your room to get a pencil from your desk before your brother spoke with a cheeky smile.

"Hey Ashlynn, did you know my sister talks about you all the time?" Your younger brother said with a grin. Ashlynn raised her eye brows, green eyes flickering back to you. You widened your eyes, snapping your head towards your brother. "She's always like, 'blah blah blah ashlynn's so pretty blah blah blah!' It's sooooo annoying."

"Stop-" "I think she has a crush on you!"

"Out of my room!" You said, eyes widened with embarrassment as you shoved your younger brother out of your room and locked your door. "Sorry about him, he doesn't know what he's saying..."

"Do you... Really like me like that?" Ashlynn asked quietly, looking down at her hands. You paused.

"I... Kind of? Yeah? I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, he doesn't understand this sort-"

"I like you too."

"What?"

AIDEN:

Your younger brother was as nice as he was tall. (Spoiler: He wasn't very tall). You and Aiden were playing video games at his house and your parents made you take your brother with you since there were no babysitters to watch him.

"Okay, but there's no way you beat me at Mario Kart again. You're cheating somehow." You said with an eyeroll.

"You're just mad I know the shortcuts." Aiden grinned.

Your younger brother walked into the room, holding a juice box and the most serious face ever. He stopped in front of the couch, eyeing the two of you before saying, "You know they talk about you all the time, right?"

You snapped your head away from the screen, eyes wide as you looked at your brother. Aiden also turned away from the screen to look at him as well with a confused expression. "Really?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah. Like, all the time. It's kinda gross. I think she likes you or something." He took a dramatic sip of his juice and walked away as if he just solved world peace

You buried your head into your arms, "I'M GONNA SELL YOU!" You yelled.

A flush appeared on Aiden's face as he tried not to smile, "You like me?"

LOGAN:

Your brother was... Okay. Sometimes you got along, sometimes you didn't, but that was just like every other sibling. For some reason, your brother decided that you guys wouldn't be getting along for the rest of the day.

You and Logan were sitting in your room the day before a big test. Of course, you guys were studying.

"So, um, I brought my notes from the last test if you still wanted to look at them." Logan spoke nervously, handing you his notebook, "Not that I think you need help or anything! I just thought it might be useful. Maybe. If you wanted."

You grinned, albeit a bit nervously from how close you two were sitting next to each other. "Thanks, Logan."

Your door creaked as your younger brother leaned on the doorframe with crossed arms and a frown, "You’re the one they won’t shut up about?"

"Huh? What? Me??" Logan asked, visibly starting to short-circuit. You widened your eyes.

"Oh my god please shut up!" You sighed.

He stuck his tongue out at you before turning his attention back to Logan, "She talks about you all the time. It’s, like, painfully obvious. Even our momma knows. I think you’re their crush or something."

Logan opened his mouth to speak before closing it, almost like the pet goldfish your brother had before it died. "I—what—um—wait—really??"

"Mhm! I’m getting snacks." Your brother smiled, as if he didn't just drop a nuclear bomb in your room, "Don’t kiss while I’m gone."

Logan looked like he was about to explode as your heart pounded in anticipation of what he was about to say next. "...Do you, um... actually... like me? Like that?" He asked softly.

TAYLOR:

Your brother was feeling left out, sort of, but also felt like he wanted to annoy you because he could! So what better way to do that when you and Taylor were making friendship bracelets for each other and the rest of the group?

Taylor handed you a bracelet, "I tried to use your favorite colors. I couldn't remember if you liked the lighter version or the darker version, so I just picked both."

"They're literally the same color." You pointed out, but slid the bracelet on nonetheless.

"And yet, you’ve got very strong opinions about it." Taylor added.

Your little brother flopped dramatically onto the couch, acting like he hasn’t been eavesdropping from the hallway. His eyes flickered from the bracelet, to you, then to your crush.

"You wanna make bracelets with us?" Taylor asked. He gasped before nodding, climbing up onto the couch and grabbing a few pieces of string.

After Taylor managed to teach your brother how to make them (Much to your dismay) he says, "I know why my sisters obsessed with you now, Taylor!"

"Hey-?!"

"Obsessed? Should I be flattered or scared?" Taylor asked, ignoring your protests.

"They talk about you constantly. It’s kinda gross." He said, smiling as his hands started to fumble with the string.

"Can you not?!" You groaned, rubbing your face in embarrassment. "I’m going to put you in a box and ship you to the moon."

Taylor laughed, chuckling softly before looking at you, "You could’ve just told me, y’know... I like you too."

TYLER:

Your brother was... Actually pretty decent. He didn't really understand social cues though and was pretty bad at keeping his mouth shut.

"You know, if you keep asking for my help, people are gonna start thinking you're obsessed with me." Tyler pointed out with a smirk as he helped you figure out another algebra answer.

"Please. You're not that special." You rolled your eyes with a scoff as you erased your previous answer.

Your brother appeared in the doorway, eating a popsicle with way too much confidence for someone under five feet tall. He paused, eyes flicking between the two of you. "Heyyyy, why're you lying?" He asked.

You looked up from your paper, "What do you mean?"

"He is special to you though. You talk about him all the time." He said. Tyler widened his eyes, snapping his head to you who looked on the verge of leaping over the table to snap your younger brothers neck.

"What?" Tyler frowned.

"They like you." Your brother shrugged, "Like, like-like. They get all weird when your name comes up. It’s funny."

"Okay we’re done here." You said, embarrassment clear on your face as she slammed your bedroom door shut.

Tyler paused, suddenly sitting up very straight with a blank expression, "Is that true?"

"...Can you not?" You groaned as a smirk appeared on his face.

"So all that fake eye-rolling was just a cover, huh?"

"Shut up."

BEN:

Oh yeah he's just a menace. An absolute menace to society. There's nothing more to say then that.

You and Ben were lying on the floor, heads near the speaker, music flowing between you. You’ve got a playlist playing, a mix of your favorites and his. “This one reminds me of you.” Ben typed out on his phone.

You melt a little. You don’t even say anything, just smile as you two let the music play. It was comfortable, a safe space, before the door slammed open. "GUESS WHO HAS NO CHILL AND A GIANT CRUSH?"

You widened your eyes, quickly scrambling up, "Dude, get out!"

He ignored you, tossing himself dramatically onto your bed and staring at your crush with narrowed eyes. "Did you know they made a playlist called 'Songs I’d Play if I Was in Love With Ben'?"

You felt your face burning up, groaning as you grasped his ankle and tried to pull him off your bed. "Why are you like this?!"

"Born this way, loser!" He yelled as you managed to drag him out of your room, "Anyway, you two gonna kiss or should I come back later?!"

"Ugh!" You groaned, immediately closing and locking your door in embarrassment, before turning back to look at Ben with an apologetic look.

Ben glanced at you again and reached for his phone, typing, “You… really made a playlist?”

"Yes..." You muttered, reluctantly sitting down next to him, "But in my defense, I didn’t think a demon child would announce it to the world."

Ben scooted closer to you, also typing, "Can I listen?"

(So sorry if this wasn't what you wanted!!)

[paigebueckersloverr]

2025 NATIONAL CHAMPIONS UCONN HUSKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My GOATS showed up today!!!!!

[themrsbueckers]

GET THAT PEDO AWAY FROM THEMMMMM💔💔💔💔

[sturn-saturn]

If the team did a blind deaf and mute challenge who would be who?

blind- paige, morgan, sarah, ashlynn

deaf- azzi, caroline, ice, aubrey

mute- kk, jana, ayanna, allie, kaitlyn

jail cell- qadence samuels

[icrypop]

yandere headcannons for sbg gang? Maybe a few for their parents(platonically for the parents tho since reader would also be like 14 or smt), reader also went Savanah with the sbg gang and is experiencing the same as the rest of the gang, (if you don't mind, could you also put how the yanderes feel about your parents, you can choose what the readers parents r like, I would prefer it if readers parents lean on the dysfunctional/abusive/neglectful side, but at the end of the day I'm fine with anything! ty!^^)

Yandere HC's School Bus Graveyard

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan + parents(ish)

WARNING: Yandere Themes, violence, manipulation, harsh and controlling themes, the all around yandere per say just not intensely descriptive

I love this request, I did bullet points and everyone has separate hcs except towards the end where its an all together type thing but regardless you can read this as platonically or romantically, however you'd like! (Parent HCs are platonically, almost like over protective parents) The reader is Gender Neutral!! Hope you like it!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Protective: Will go to any lengths to keep the reader safe, especially from their own parents which can sometimes get violent but refuses to let you know about it. With her stealth, she’s able to get rid of any competition outside of the group. That crush you had last week that broke your heart? Oh, they’re missing? What a shame…

 Possessive: Sees the reader as her special friend/partner and doesn't like sharing their attention with others so whenever in the halls, tends to have scary dog privileges and stands close to the reader, scaring any other friends outside the gang away.

- Controlling: Likes to dictate who the reader can talk to and what they can do, under the guise of "protecting them." She can tend to become stalker-ish and since she had good hearing, if she were over at your house she’d overhear the shitty things your parents were saying so she could eventually bring them up to you in conversation and make you turn to her for a source of comfort.

- Manipulative: Uses the reader's need for safety and stability to bind them closer, often playing the role of the "savior." Since the 7 hour nightmare is a shared experience, she likes it better when you stay at her house so she can be there through it all and also to comfort you whenever you both wake up from it. Often offers for you to stay with her and not return home so she can watch over you at night, mostly just watch you.

Tyler:

- Obsessive: Constantly thinks about the reader and wants to be with them all the time. Keeps his eyes on you, don't wander to far from him when you guys are outside of the protective walls, he’ll go berserk. Also uses scary dog privileges and stays very close behind you, similar to Taylor but more so with you and doesn’t let you out of his sight. Ever.

- Jealous: Gets extremely jealous if the reader shows attention to others, even their own friends but learns to deal with it, knowing the group cares just as much as he does but never more than him.

- Idealizing: Puts the reader on a pedestal, believing they can do no wrong. He’s very attentive to their needs and desires. He praises them but in an aggressive, love-bombing type way. “Maybe I'm not smart enough…” He’d scoff and cross his arms ``Oh shut up, you know your grades are better than ours. Stop whining.” But he means well.

- Aggressive: Will lash out at anyone who he perceives as a threat to the reader’s well-being or happiness, including the reader's parents. That mean group of popular kids who laughed when you dropped your books? Yeah now they steer clear of you after Tyler caught them after school and lashed out severely, scaring them shitless.

Taylor:

- Charismatic: Uses charm to gain the reader's trust and affection. She always offers kind words and a big smile so its hard not to believe every word she says, shes so soft and gentle with it all. Is the main source of comfort, especially with the way every night for 7 hours has been going so she puts an arm around you and lets you rest while she watches. Watches the surroundings but also the way your breathing slows down while your near her..

- Stalkerish: Keeps tabs on the reader's whereabouts and activities, often without their knowledge. Literally had taken her and Tyler’s saved allowance to buy a cheap computer and now both take turns on days off from school. Are you at home? Oh your at the store with your shitty mom?? Time to go.

- Deceptive: May present a friendly and supportive facade while subtly isolating the reader from others. Often takes up on getting interested into your hobbies and things you enjoy just to pull you away from the others to talk to you about them and then keep you away for long periods of time.

- Overprotective: Will intervene in the reader's life, especially when it comes to their parents, believing that only she knows what's best for them. Calls on Tyler for brute force if ever needed while she holds you and tells you your safer with them. With her.

Aiden:

- Calm and Calculating: Observes the reader's life and plans ways to integrate himself more deeply into it. Very sneaky  about it but if you were to notice, it’d probably just look like his usual creepy behavior and would brush it off with his signature smile if you brought it up.

- Emotionally Manipulative: Uses the reader's vulnerabilities, like their troubled family situation, to create dependency on him. The phantom realm puts alot of stress on your shoulders but its okay! Aiden is right there to help you. Call him crying about it or show up on his doorstep and he’ll draw you in with love-bombing and telling you that he is all you need.

- Possessive: Feels a need to be the most important person in the reader's life and will remove any obstacles to that. He is one of the more skilled yanderes aside from Ashlynn and probably Ben. He’s got the good “I can play Psycho Killer’ tendencies and works well when he’s got the energy to take out any person he deems a threat to the reader. He singles out everyone else and inserts himself into situations or conversations often so you think about him more.

- Devoted: Will go to extreme lengths to "rescue" the reader from their abusive or neglectful parents, offering a new family with the gang. Can and will buy you things that you want or need so you rely on him and slowly come to him more. Constantly sticking close and trying to protect you from any Phantoms wandering near you. You get a scratch though? Yeah they won’t be around once he finds them.

Ben:

- Fixated Has an intense focus on the reader, wanting to know everything about them. Has a separate notebook full of pages about things he knows about you and everything you’ve told him. Its literally an unhealthy obsession at its finest.

- Unpredictable: His mood can swing between loving and harsh, depending on how close the reader is to him. Since he’s usually quiet, he likes to stay closer to you, especially in the phantom realm. If anything, humans and phantoms alike, were to become a threat to you? Its like his past hits like whiplash and he’s killing whatever threatens you in the first place. Now, with people he's more discrete but he tends to seek comfort after he manages to kill a Phantom and you happen to see it.

- Guilt-Inducing: Often makes the reader feel guilty for trusting their parents.’’ Why believe all the lies they tell. Is what I’m doing for you not good enough?? I thought you trusted me..’ would be the message you receive after venting about your parents but claiming they still loved you and you loved them. 

- Self-Sacrificing: Will do anything, even put himself in harm's way, to protect the reader from their parents and others. Countless times has he gotten caught in the cross-fire of trying to keep Phantoms from grabbing you. Gets fired up easily over anything getting too close to you but tries to keep his cool. He doesn’t want to scare you..

Logan:

- Gentle but Firm: Appears kind and understanding but can be strict about keeping the reader close. He keeps a soft tone but makes sure to be strict when the reader starts to sway back to their parents. “No it’s not safer there, I promise we can keep you safer..”

- Loyal: Deeply loyal to the reader and expects the same in return. Can become upset if the reader tries to distance themselves. Proves to be loyal by helping you with anything whether it be schoolwork, chores or even tasks before going into the Phantom realm.

- Protective: Has a strong desire to shield the reader from their dysfunctional family, often offering a "better home" with him and the gang. Constantly tries to persuade you by talking about how peaceful the garden is and all the plants and everything he helps take care of that you could see.

- Secretive: May hide his more intense feelings and actions, presenting himself as the "voice of reason" among the group but alerts the brutes if he notices things are off with you. He sees someone bothering you in the hall? Reports to Ash and that person is gone. Someone tripped you and laughed? He barely nudged Ben before it was taken care of. He’s like the messenger and is like your guardian to keep you safe, so safe from everything.

~The Group's Parents as Yanderes (Platonically)

Ashlynn's Parents:

- Overbearing: Makes jokes about wanting to "adopt" the reader into their family, offering them a better life than their own parents provide and stating it was a worriful joke.

- Invasive: Often pry into the reader's personal life and family situation, justifying it as concern so your not suspicious about the questions.

- Possessive: Believes the reader would be better off with them and might try to convince them to stay over more frequently, roping Ashlynn into trying to convince you to stay so your safe.

The Twin’s Mom

- Supportive: Offer emotional and sometimes financial support, wanting to become the reader's new support system.

- Manipulative: Subtly encourages the reader to distance themselves from their own parents, painting them as unworthy.

- Controlling: May attempt to take over the role of the reader's guardian, believing they know what's best for the reader so small acts of service like packing lunch or getting small articles of clothing since yours has blood stains or tears in them.

- Charismatic: Are friendly and welcoming, making the reader feel at home with them, constantly wanting you to feel comfortable and at home.

- Judgmental: Often criticize the reader's parents, emphasizing their own family's superiority just to change your mindset and how you see them.

- Encouraging: Pushes the reader to confide in them about their family issues, offering to "step in" whenever necessary.

Aiden's Parents/ Ben’s guardians

- Calm and Nurturing: Provide a stable and peaceful environment, contrasting with the reader's chaotic home life, explaining whats theirs is yours.

- Possessive: Feel a need to "rescue" the reader and integrate them into their family permanently.

- Protective: Actively works to shield the reader from their own parents' influence, sometimes through legal means.

- Loving: Shows an overwhelming amount of affection towards the reader, wanting to make up for the love they lack at home wether its through acts of service or gift giving.

- Overly Involved: Want to be involved in every aspect of the reader's life, including their relationship with their parents.

- Persistent: Keep offering the reader a place in their family, even if the reader hesitates and tries to rope Ben and Aiden to help do the same, pressuring you in a loving way.

Logan's Grandparents:

- Gentle and Understanding: Present themselves as a safe haven for the reader, understanding their struggles, offering gentle nature and helping hands to the reader's chaos.

- Supportive: Offer help and guidance, often encouraging the reader to stay with them so they can help and be there for them more.

- Protective: Will go to great lengths to keep the reader safe, including intervening in their family situation and acting as messengers to the group, including their guardians as well.

~Yandere Group's Feelings Toward Reader's Dysfunctional Parents and How They'd Help

~ General Feelings: The gang collectively despises the reader's parents for being neglectful, abusive, or dysfunctional. They see the reader's parents as unworthy and harmful, and they feel a strong desire to protect the reader from them.

~Helping the Reader:

  - Ashlynn: Would try to physically remove the reader from their home, offering her own house as a sanctuary.

  - Tyler: Would aggressively speak harshly about the readers parents, Taylor helping alongside him to alter your way of thinking so highly of them.

  - Taylor: Would manipulate situations to make the reader's parents look worse, encouraging the reader to rely more on her.

  - Aiden: Would provide a calm, safe space and work on legal ways to help the reader distance themselves from their parents.

  - Ben: Would emotionally support the reader, offering a listening ear and trying to become their main source of comfort.

  - Logan: Would offer practical solutions, like helping the reader find a new place to live or getting them into counseling, all while subtly keeping them close.

Each member of the gang would take a different approach to help the reader, but all would be united in their determination to remove the reader from their harmful home environment and keep them close within the gang's protective circle as their parents/guardians act as the protective outer circle.

[kakuvibez]

TWST ┃ EVER AFTER HIGH! READER ┃M.LIST

Where ever after high! readers find themselves in a boy school as a transfer student,,

𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘅 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

None,,

𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘅 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱

None,,

𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘅 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗹𝘆𝗻𝗻! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘀

None,,

[wbbgetsmewetter]

goodbye. i now will imagine paige as a fellow london babe 🫣

[elalfywhore]

could you write a paige x reader with the brother's best friend trope?

•you guys didn’t never not like each other, it was your typical older brothers best-friend thing.

•you guys shared awkward “hi”s whenever you ran into each other at the store. when she came over to hang out with your brother there was never more than 20 words exchanged between the two of you.

•you always found her attractive, she was tall, lean and had a pretty face but, you were sure she hadn’t felt the same way considering you were just her bestfriends little sister to her.

•you would hear your brother and her talk about whatever fling she had, you didn’t try and listen too hard but you couldn’t help yourself.

• “bro you don’t even understand the brain this girl gave me.” you could hear her smack her lips with a laugh, the provocative words dripping from her mouth. your parents were gone for the weekend, and your brother had invited paige over to watch the game. you could hear them talking from the kitchen as you made dinner. “might’ve been good but she’s still not a ten” your brother fired back, “whatever bro, i’m gonna go grab another beer. you want one?” you can’t hear your brother respond but you can imagine he nodded at the blondes words.

•paige could always make you nervous, she always had this effect on you to where no matter what was happening you always looked like a deer in headlights when you saw her.

• “smells good.” her voice is softer than normal as she walks towards the fridge. “ ‘s just spaghetti.” you whisper, barley able to make eye contact. “that’s my favorite, y’know?” she opens the fridge, pulling two beers out. “yeah, it’s good.” you try and concentrate on the pot of sauce in front of you but when she doesn’t leave and her stare is intense on you, you can’t help but slightly turn your head towards her. “do you need something, paige?” she steps closer to you, getting close enough that you can feel her breath on her ear as she steps behind you. “you’re a real pretty girl, know that?” your breath hitches, she uses one hand to tuck some hair behind your ear, resting her head on your shoulder for but a second to whisper in your ear, “i would give anything to fuck you.”

NSFW BELOW!!!

•that night kinda blurred. your brother had one too many beers and passed out on the couch, you were already up in your room. paige saw the opportunity and took it.

•the hard part for paige wasn’t convincing you to spread you legs and lay back for her, the hard part was getting you to be quiet.

• “shhh, don’t wanna wake him up.” paige whispered from between your thighs. your ass was pulled to the edge of the bed and she was on her knees on the floor. she had your legs pushed back as far as they could go, leaving your dripping, warm, wet pussy on display for her. “mm’ sorry, just feels s’ good.” you whine, slapping your hand over your mouth as she licks a stripe up your pussy. you watch as she spits on your pussy before sticking her tongue out, rubbing it up and down your pussy and shaking her head in it. “oh-oh my god baby, feels so good.” you whimper, “feel good, princess?” she teases, sticking two fingers in and taking your clit into her mouth.

•there was something fun about sneaking around with paige, she made it clear after that night it wasn’t a one time thing but she couldn’t risk your brother knowing yet.

•you guys sneak in little kisses and make out session whenever you can.

•if your brother gets up to go to the bathroom while you guys are watching tv, she’s defiling you for the few minutes he’s gone. shoving her tongue down your throat, her hand grazing your pussy under your pj shorts, the other hand groping your tit.

•the first time you ever fingered paige had been about 2 weeks since your guys’ first hookup and it happened on your couch while your brother was showering to get ready to go to some party with paige.

• “that’s it, pretty girl.” paige bites her lip, one of her hands buried in your hair, slightly pulling and the other hand teasing your nipple that was exposed from your tank top being pulled up. you moan at the sight, your middle and ring finger being swallowed by her, her jeans and boxers pulled down just enough for you to be able to do this. “you’re so hot.” you whimper, the sound of her wetness reacting to your fingers being drowned out by the tv. “you’re the hot one, baby.” she mumbles, pushing your head towards hers, putting her lips to yours. she moans into your mouth as your fingers speed up. “i’m gonna cum baby, keep going.” she bites her lip, your noses touching and eyes staring into eachothers. “cum for me baby, wanna taste you please.” you talk her through it. her body twitches as she bites back a moan and you feel a stickiness start dripping from her, a tall tale sign. you pull your fingers out, shoving them in your mouth making her throw her head back with a smile, biting her lip watching you.

• when she does go out with your brother, she’s texting you like the whole time, reassuring you she’s not talking to other girls.

•she’s super thoughtful, she always sends you cute texts, she holds doors open for you, buys you things even when she doesn’t have too.

•it felt like a dream being with paige, and you had never intended on your brother finding out. especially not so soon, knowing it could put an end to things with paige if he knew.

•paige was killing your shit from the back. when she texted you to come over you weren’t expecting her to have a plastic dick attached to her but it was a pleasant surprise. “that feel good, huh? little fucking slut.” she moaned at the sight of your plump ass clapping against her hips. “feels s’ good, fuck daddy don’t stop.” you feel yourself becoming more wet when she puts one of her legs up on the bed, foot planting on it. her grip tightens on your hips and she fucks into you, her stamina and athleticism showing. “you love. this. dick. huh baby, you love it pretty girl?” her thrusts match her words. “love this dick so much daddy, fuck me harder, please.” you moan, face shoved into the pillows, looking and sounding like something out of a porn. that was until the door opened.

•it was an embarrassing moment as much as it was quick. the door opened and closed in a flash. you and paige rushing to get ready. you weren’t sure what was worse, your brother seeing that for a split second or having to explain how your sexual relationship with his bestfriend started.

•it took him a while, like months to come to terms. once the secret was out paige and you made things official after some back and fourth, considering the circumstances. things got better after that, he accepted things for what they were as long as you guys promised to lock the door.

[paigebueckersmommy]

familiar - p.b

paige bueckers x reader (uconn student reporter)

warnings: fingering, semi public sex

requested

you were assigned to report the uconn vs jackson state wbb game. you knew why you were dreading this, it’s because Paige Bueckers gave you the best head you had received and never called you back.

you had finished interviewing paige post game, which you done with attitude, still pretty mad about the way paige had treated you.

you were picking yo your microphones, wire and other equipment when you saw a tall blonde approaching you from the corner of your eye. “hey,” paige said. “uh hi.” you say looking back to your equipment, the entire arena had been cleaned out by now. “uh sorry i was just wondering, do i know you? you looked pretty farmilar.” paige said. “um i don’t know does giving me the most sheet gripping head i’ve ever gotten then never texting me count as knowing me?”

“ohh.. uh i’m really sorry about that basketball was getting really tough on me.” i nod sarcastically at her comment. “listen i don’t care anymore but just don’t use the sports card on me.” you say, lying. you knew that you still cared just because it was paige bueckers. you saw paige’s mouth curl into a smile. “i mean i could give u a reason to care?” she says grinning. she waves two fingers in the air signaling and starts walking away tword the locker room.

you quickly follow her, knot the locker room. she presses you against the wall, kissing you messily. she began to hike up your skirt, so it was all by your hips. still kissing you, she moves your panties to the side plunging 3 fingers deep into your needy cunt. “you like that?” she says crooking her neck. you hurriedly nod, already out of breath from moaning making her giggle. the sounds of her fingers plunging into your wetness fill the room as paige watches you breathlessly moan from her fingers.

“shit shit shit,” you moan signaling your close orgasm. which only makes her speed up her pace. your practically screaming by this point when paige says, “u gonna cum baby? c’mon cum on my fingers,” with a smirk seeing the condition her fingers have you in. you finally clench around her lengthy digits, as she watched your cum spill out onto her fingers. “fuck,” she breathes.

she brings her fingers up to her mouth as if she’s just finished a meal. “yea what was that number again?” she says, pulling out her phone as you two begin to leave the locker room.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: deadlines are getting close

Welcome to the chapter 14 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

It was a Friday afternoon when Coach Geno pulled Paige and me aside during practice. The usual buzz of sneaker squeaks and bouncing balls faded as he looked between us, his face serious but not unkind. The team had wrapped up their drills for the day, and the only sound now was the distant hum of the locker room.

"Alright, you two," Coach began, clearing his throat. "We've all seen the way you've been handling your relationship—on and off the court."

Paige and I exchanged a quick glance, tension creeping up my spine. We’d been trying to find our rhythm, but with the added pressure of being in a relationship while still playing for one of the top programs in the country, it hadn’t always been easy.

Coach continued. "I know there’s been a lot of attention on you both, but I’m not here to lecture. What I want to know is if you're solid. Are you working together, in all aspects, as a team? Can you keep it together both on and off the court?"

My heart pounded in my chest. This wasn’t a question I expected, not from Coach Geno. He had a reputation for being tough, but he cared about the team more than anyone.

"Coach," Paige spoke up, her voice steady but with a flicker of concern. "We’re solid. We’ve had our moments, but we’re figuring it out."

I nodded quickly, my nerves catching up with me. "Yeah, we’re good. We’re definitely good."

Coach didn’t seem entirely convinced, but his eyes softened. "Alright, good. You two are important to this team. But remember, balancing your personal life and basketball is key. Don’t let one fall apart because of the other."

"Understood, Coach," Paige said with a slight grin, her usual confidence returning.

I couldn’t help but breathe a little easier as Coach turned back toward the court.

As the weeks went on, Paige and I settled into our relationship more comfortably. Our bond strengthened not just in private, but in public too. We started to film TikToks together—goofy dances, behind-the-scenes footage from games, and candid moments where we weren’t playing the role of the perfect athlete and photographer, but two people just enjoying each other’s company.

Soon, the rest of the team joined in, and what began as a way for Paige and me to spend time together turned into something bigger. Kk became our unofficial child in the eyes of the fans, mostly because of her playful commentary whenever she appeared on our TikTok. People joked that Paige, at 23, and I, at 21, were the "parents" while Kk, at 19, was our sassy teen daughter. The comments flooded in, and the fans ate it up.

One night, after a particularly intense game against one of our biggest rivals, I sat in the team’s common area, editing the play-back footage for the team's film recap. I had been working on my final project for weeks, but I still felt like something was missing—something more personal, something raw that could truly show the essence of this team. That’s when the idea hit me.

"Paige," I called, her laugh ringing out as she exited the locker room. "I think I know what we need for my project."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What’s that?"

"I want to capture the rawness—the moments where we’re not just teammates, but friends. The moments that don't make the highlight reel, you know?" I explained, spinning around in my chair. "So I’m going to get disposable cameras and digital ones for the team to use."

Paige’s face lit up with excitement. "That’s actually such a good idea."

"I want everyone to take two days with the digital cameras and capture whatever stands out to them," I continued. "The disposable ones, they’re just for whatever happens until the film runs out. I want them to leave personal messages, too—on the digital cameras."

The next day, I handed out the cameras to the team before practice. They all seemed a little confused at first, but they quickly understood the concept when I explained it.

"Alright, guys, listen up," I said, trying to suppress my smile. "These are for your personal moments. Capture the silly stuff, the quiet moments, the ones you want to remember. Don’t try to make it perfect—just be yourselves."

Ashlynn raised her hand. "Can we take selfies?"

I laughed. "Absolutely. Take all the selfies you want."

The team scattered, taking their assigned cameras and heading off to get some shots. I watched as Kk snapped a picture of Morgan and Sarah laughing over a game of cards, and Azzi caught a candid moment of Paige stretching before practice. Everyone had their own unique take on the task, and it was exactly what I had hoped for.

The next couple of days were filled with moments of pure joy and rawness. I spent hours on end going through the photos, picking out the ones that captured the heart of the team. There were pictures of Kk making faces at the camera, Aubrey holdings up a fist pump after scoring a basket in practice, and Azzi capturing Paige’s wild, carefree energy as she danced between drills.

But the most memorable shots were the ones taken of Paige and me. There were close-ups of us laughing over lunch, an accidental shot of our hands brushing while we walked to practice, and a picture of us sitting in the bleachers during a team meeting.

The Digital Messages

After the second round of digital camera shots, I set aside some time for everyone to leave personal messages. Paige went first. I watched as she smiled softly at the camera, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Y/N, I’m glad we’re doing this. You’ve been such a big part of this team, but you’re also a big part of my life. I can’t wait to see where we go from here."

I grinned, feeling my heart swell at her words.

Azzi, who was sitting next to Paige, smirked at the camera. "Look, you two are adorable, but if you break up, I’m taking Y/N as my new best friend. Got it?"

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Noted, Azzi."

As the team wrapped up with the cameras, I sat with Paige on the bench, going through the footage one last time. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything felt so peaceful.

"I can’t believe how well this turned out," I said, looking up at her. "I think it’s going to be exactly what I need for my project."

Paige smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "It’s perfect. Just like us."

A few days later, I sent out a teaser clip to my followers, showing behind-the-scenes footage of the team. Fans were blown away by the rawness of the moments—the way the team connected on and off the court, the way Paige and I clearly supported each other both as teammates and something more. The comments flooded in, some asking about our relationship, some calling us the power couple of UConn basketball.

Kk jokingly posted a video of herself and Ice, holding up a sign that read: "Official UConn Parent's Day—Paige, Y/N, and our unofficial child, Kk." Fans loved it, and our relationship became even more public. The next time we went live, the fans were ecstatic, sending us messages asking about everything from our favorite snacks to how we manage time together while balancing our crazy schedules.

This project had turned into something much bigger than I ever anticipated. And for the first time in a while, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be—with Paige, with the team, and with the love we shared.

It was raw, it was messy, but it was real. And that was exactly what I needed.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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