#genos x reader imagine

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Breed You

Warning: SMUT

Summary: Genos with breeding kink.

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Your body was hot, the whole room smelled like sex and sweat. The only sounds in the room were your moans and occasionally Genos also made sounds.

After Dr Kuseno finally finished to create a realistic penis for Genos, to your cyborg boyfriend's request, so you could make this huge step in your relationship, and since Genos arrived back to your place with his brand new toy, you had been at it. 

From deep, sensual lovemaking, to behaving like heated dogs, you have been through it. And that is how you realized that Genos had many kinks.

He loved to be praised, and when you told him what to do, he loved to watch you take control and since his penis was as realistic as possible with feel sensors built-in so he would feel just as good as you are. 

But one thing you were yet to discover. 

And as he was on top of you, slamming into you at a high speed with his coordinated movements. 

He didn't talk but his eyes made up for it. He looked determined to drive you to another high. 

"Genos." his name left your mouth for the thousandth time that day. But this time you sounded a bit tired. Genos' sensitive ears easily picked up on it.

"Just a little bit more." he said. Since he never felt such pleasure before, he didn't want to stop, but one thing was also in his mind, to mark you. To make you his, to fill you up. 

He wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum. He knew an orgasm was a thing, but he wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum like a real man, but he didn't care. He was determined. 

And so as he reached his high, he completely stopped moving, he felt you clench around him, you threw your head back as you came along with him. 

"Mine." was all you heard him mutter. And that is when you realized. It explained why he prefered to keep you so close and how easily he could get jealous. 

He wanted you to be only his. 

"I love you, Genos." you said as the tired cyborg's heavy body fell onto yours, with him still being in you, you felt something drip out. You knew it couldn't be his semen, so you assumed Dr Kuseno must have added that detail as well. 

"I love you too, you are mine." 

You felt him slip out and off you, he pulled you close and pulled a blanket over your naked bodies.

"I'm yours." you told him because you knew he needed to hear it, so as you hugged him closer to you, it reassured him, you were his and he was yours. 

[btnclmrttn]

I didn't proofread shit (drabble)

N/SFW warning: vague sexual mentions, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, hinted oral

Gently(Saitama x Reader NSFW)

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It weird to think how, sometimes, couples and partners have some sort of sixth sense for each other. Could be just from being around long enough to be able to read your special one like a book.

From the smallest things like knowing your partner probably forgot to grab something, or how they're definitely going to need their favorite snack with the way their acting, to even more of intimate needs.

It just happens. No questions are hardly asked, you just know. But you don't know when or how your clothes and his clothes started coming off, but you both just knew. That weird sixth sense. Played out like it's rehearsed with the way your bodies move in sync to each other's responses and touches.

Then there's just some things you can't predict, even for yourself. Like today. How much more his touch affected you. How little effort it was taking to get you riled up.

Almost too much. His lips, his hands, down your stomach, between your legs. His fingers slipping inside, so needily sucking him in and coating them in your creamy juices.

"S-Sai, please be gentle."

His concentrated gaze breaks when he hears your pleading whine, shifting to a different gaze of focus beneath him.

"Gentle? I thought I was..."

With a firmer curling thrust of his fingers, a cry escapes your throat as your back arches by reflex. A stunned look takes over his soft face.

"What's with you?" He asks, "Sensitive or something today?"

"I guess..."

He tilts his head in thought, keeping eye contact, "I dunno ___, you looking like that doesn't make me wanna be more gentle."

His fingers circle deeply inside of you, drawing a lip-bitten moan from your chest. He raises your leg and pins it to your chest, his intentions clear he wants more of you.

"Sai!" You huff, "Chill!"

"Alright alright, don't whine at me. Geez." He groans, letting your leg down.

"Be nice to me."

As he lowers himself between your legs, he plants tender kisses on your tummy, then on your thighs, "You know I won't hurt you. I'll take good care of you."

You almost believe it. He'd never bring you pain, but definitely to tears. And by the way he has himself propped up, it's in a way you can't close your legs or squirm away...he's trapped you like this before.

"Saitama, I swear!"

He's got a grin on his face as his fingers start working again, very little difference from before, "Hey, I said I'd take good care of you! Relax."

"I know what you're...planning."

"Nahhh no ya don't."

Oh, but you do. Just one of those things you know, without second thought.

[blkchainsaws]

how did we meet? 💙🦋

how genos, garou and saitama met you + a lil drabble

pairings: genos, garou and saitama x fem!black!reader characters: genos, garou warnings: gets a bit steamy with garou (mentions of kissing and messing his back up) author's note: i love one punch man i need to do things to garou

genos

clearly, he is an air fryer

he was in the midst of a battle and had to save you from a monster

he usually never remembers the face of the civilians he saves but he remembers every feature of your face, and when he thinks about those features steam starts to escape his body

your full lips, your almond eyes with mascara and lash extensions, the way your brown skin was smooth and buttery.

your hair was laid, down to your back. a nice shade of blonde similar to his.

a medusa piercing, your ears pierced and a glamorous nose cuff to tie it all together.

"are you alright?" you were too much in shock and frozen in fear to reply, you could only nod before being taken away.

he realizes black girls are his type.

he's silent about his lil crush, but saitama knows

he doesn't go out of his way to look for you but if he's ever in the same area he last sees you he tends to stay around longer than he would

saitama is his wingman, he tagged along to help genos ask you out

he's an S class hero, so nobody gets suspicous of him scanning the area. they just assume he's looking for a monster

he practices his lines for what he would say if he ever came across you, it's kind of cute

he has an entry in his diary about you, it's pretty lengthy.

he soon walks into a local convenience store and finds you at the counter. you immediately recognize him and started thanking him for his service. "thank you so much for the help demon cyborg!" you look around before pulling out a pizza bun, "this is for you." you placed it in his hands with a nice big smile.

your appearance was different from the last time. your piercings were still there but your nose cuff was now replaced with a dangle cuff. a simple makeup look was now on your face, it highlighted your cheekbones and beautiful nose. your glossed lips, long lashes and soft features pulled him in. he was moving without a thought. a hiss of steam escapes his vents. he gives a stiff nod. "It was no trouble." a few more words were exchanged and genos left with your number and name.

"it's y/n. my number is (xxx) xxx-xxxx. call me anytime" you gave him a big smile, revealing your smiley piercing.

"Oy, Genos, how did it go?"

Genos showed his teacher the slip of paper. "I've gotten her contact information."

Saitama gave him a thumbs up. "Nice work."

saitama

the strongest man alive

is trying to help you get your cat back.

you usually gotten your cat yourself, but she was so high up it was impossible to get her

just your luck a bald man with a cape walked by, hands full with groceries. a sign you should let him on with his day but you were so desperate you called out to him

"please help! my cat is stuck"

he turned to you and froze in his tracks.

you weren't exactly dressed in your finest outfit, a simple hoodie with a picture of a cabbage with a pair sweats.

you havent been asleep either, so your eyes were a bit droopy and begging for rest.

your hair was slicked back into a puff ponytail. with a little hairclip in the front.

your face was completely bare, aside from some chapstick you slapped on to keep your lips from drying out.

saitama usually wasn't interested in women, but something about the simple woman standing in front of him begging for her cat back was drawing him in.

he retrieved your cat and gave her back in about 10 minutes or so.

you smiled, showing the gap in your teeth. "thanks"

saitama smiled back, giving you a thumbs up.

a few days pass and he's walking by the same area again. when he spots you. only this time you're wearing black leggings with a plain black hoodie. (and for some reason your socks were over the leggings) your hair was now in two afro puffs, and you were wearing many bracelets and jewelry.

you looked up at the same tree, same branch from last time, your cat was sitting on.

saitama wasted no time walking over and helping you once again.

"i'm in a bit of a rush sir" you clasped your hands together in a pleading motion. "please, please! if you could..."

"no worries." he placed his bag down, looked up at the cat and looked back at you. "could you stand back a bit?"

"oh-sorry!" you took a step back, before a force of wind almost knocked you off your feet. he soared into the air directly towards your cat, swiping the feline in one swoop and landing safely on his feet.

"there ya go", he stared with a simple look. you were in shock. never have you thought you would come across a man with such power. you took your kitty back into your arms a soft purr coming from her. "oh...wow...thanks er..?"

"saitama." he grabbed his bag, nodding towards you. "no problem"

you smiled, showing that cute gap off. "thank you so much saitama!"

you shook his hand. "i'm so sorry this is how we had to meet, i promise i'll make it up to you!" you pulled out your phone practically shoving it towards him. "i'm going to be busy this week, but please, call me if you ever need a favor" you gave him a warm, friendly smile.

saitama stared, was this happening? it's been so long. he entered his contact information and gave your phone back. "alright...uh..." he hadn't gotten your name. you were already halfway down the road before turning back to shout,

"it's y/n!" you waved goodbye and went on your way.

saitama went home, got settled in and almost forgot about the interaction, until...

ping! his phone rang out

"hey it's y/n! ; _ ; sorry i didnt txt earlier i was busy today! did you make it home safe?"

for the first time in a while, saitama smiled.

garou

the best for last

he was in the park with tareo and saw you cleaning up the trash.

your locs were tied back, showing off that beautiful face of yours. it felt like the sun was purposefully shining on you to enhance your beauty.

he caught himself staring before looking away and paying attention to tareo's hero book once again.

not only did he now have tareo as a reason to come to the park, he now had you.

he would get to the park purposefully early, in hopes to catch you there and it was a rare chance you were already there. you were either sitting and reading a book or cleaning trash.

soon enough he started approaching you. which was scary for you

a large, muscular, man dressed in all black was walking towards you with a devious smirk? maybe you should get your taser out

other than his appearance he was quite charming.

you both began sharing interests and soon found you both had VERY different views.

he had a cocky, mocking tone whenever you came up with a rebuttal for his claims.

but the way your full lips moved and glistened with every word made him really consider going to the other side.

your lashes fluttered, the jewelry in your nose shined, your angelic voice with your accent, and your face was breathtaking.

he knew you were worth the risk. he would fight a thousand bastards for a chance to see you smile. he would go back to the old man's dojo and clean that entire place with a toothbrush. his OWN toothbrush. just for a chance to smell your scent of coco butter and sunflowers forever.

your long locs passed your butt, but were in a ponytail, carefully wrapped and none slipping out of place.

"you talk alot." he smirked, looking at your lips and back to your eyes. you scrunched your nose. "not interested." he chuckles and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. his natural smell was strong. an expensive cologne laced your nostrils.

he leans in, "but i am." his smile widened. "keep talkin' with that voice of yours..."

you felt a warm feeling across your face. you suddenly felt small and shy, like a small kindergartener with stage fright during their class performance.

a deep breath, "...as...as i was saying..." now he's leaning in even more. "hm? I can't hear you?~" you had to turn this situation around. in no way was a man like him was going to make you feel so small and shy.

you looked up at him with half lidded eyes, your signature move. which caught him completely off guard. his cocky attitude was quickly shattered and replaced with the same small, shy feeling you had a while ago.

"ah-uh" he stuttered, backing up a bit. you kept your eyes on him, a small smirk coming across your face. "as I was saying. garou." you placed a manicured hand on his VERY muscular arm. "i think you should invest in therapy instead of fighting random heros." a cocky smirk on your face.

you both made eye contact. his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes. you both leaned in...closer...closer..you felt his breath on your lips. you wanted to kiss him...you wanted to see him panting, covered in your lipgloss stains, your nails leaving marks in his back.

he suddenly grins and pulls back, holding up a middle finger. "as if!"

yall think i would have a chance with garou if he was real? if you said no you a hater

[gatorbites-imagines]

I just saw a that you put one punch man on the writing list but i can not help but request

A saitama or genos sfw and nsfw headcannons if you may? 😁😁😁

Saitama and Genos headcanons

Spice under the line

Saitama

-          Now Saitama doesn’t have a lot of experience in the relationship department. Hes always been kind of dry and boring to other people. He might have had a little chance before losing his hair since he was so handsome, but his overall bleak personality tended to drive people away.

-          After going bald and becoming a hero for fun his game pretty much hit zero, but that didn’t bother him very much as he started to lose what little emotions he had, so there was no lust or romantic interest anyways.

-          As time goes on and on, he feels more and more bored and bleak, until he meets you who lights something in him, like a tiny spark that seems to grow every time you are together.

-          Saitama is still pretty oblivious and emotionless most of the time when you get together, but he can be affectionate. This mainly comes from cuddling and shy pecks and handholding though.

-          Saitama likes to share clothes, especially stuff like hoodies or t-shirts. He loves seeing you wear his stuff or wear your stuff.

-          Saitama isn’t the best cook as hes never really felt the need to be better at it, but he will try to make meals for the two of you at times and always looks away bashfully when you say its good.

-          Saitama is the little spoon most of the time.

-          Saitama rarely blushes, but a sure way to get him to go red is to cuddle up behind him and slip your hands up his shirt. You can either just rest your hands on his abs or reach up and squeeze his pecs or pinch his nipples.

-          He always goes bright red and starts stuttering, and this ends in two ways. Either he skitters out of your arms and to the other side of the room whilst scolding you. Or his back arches but he leans back against you making tiny noises as you touch him.

-          Because he’s invincible and can’t really be hurt from anything, sleeping together posed to be an issue in the beginning. That was until you both figured out, he could stretch himself open first, or with a lot of patience you could as well.

-          Before, Saitama had pretty much no libido, but now its back with a vengeance. He doesn’t feel it much during his day or in passing, but when you two are cuddling on the futon in nothing but boxers and a shirt it stirs.

-          Saitama isn’t a loud person, so he mainly gasps or whimpers when you touch him. Because hes so unused to this kind of touch, his body wouldn’t really know how to react so he would.

-          It’s not uncommon for you to roll over and pull the blankets over the two of you and jerk him off as you bite and suck at his neck and chest. Sadly, you can’t leave any hickeys or bitemarks on him, as much as it saddens the both of you.

-          Genos has most definingly walked in on the two of you multiple times, which always ends with Saitama throwing a pillow at him and telling him to close the door, super embarrassed.

Genos

-          Now Genos has even less dating experience than Saitama, still being as young as he was when he was turned into a cyborg. Bear with him if some of his date ideas seem kinda strange, as he would most likely go to his sensei for dating tips.

-          Genos would be kinda gooey in a relationship, he would bring you flowers and gifts and cook for you. He makes you a lunch every day and brings it to you, no matter where you are all over the city.

-          In the beginning hes very insecure about his appearance, being mainly machine at this point in his life, so it takes some loving and reassurance that you love him no matter what.

-          He would end up going to Dr Kuseno to add onto himself, giving him stuff like the ability to feel touch or blush. Genos never outright asks for it, but the Dr would also make more private parts, making the cyborg go bright red as the Dr goes on about how useful it is in relationships.

-          Genos never cares much for his fan club, but it always makes him happy when you wear merch of him or his sensei. Hes had to defend you from some of his crazier fans before.

-          Now Genos doesn’t have pecs or nipples, but you can get a similar reaction by touching some of his wires or mechanical parts. He would have to open compartments for you to touch them tho. You might be lucky to be able to just brush against some wires when cuddling, always making Genos jump and blush.

-          When Genos blushes he releases steam from the vents all over his body, this has led to Saitama asking you to make Genos blush as it can work at your own personal sauna.

-          If you are a hero as well, Genos would be your biggest fan. Hes head of your fan club even if you don’t know about it, and would own lotsa merch. There’s most definitely pictures of him all over social media wearing your fan merch.

-          Saitama hasn’t had much of a libido for a while since his body was mostly machine, but now that hes got the bits and skin sensitivity it comes back to life with a vengeance.

-          He is able to change out what kind of bits he has, he can have both a hole or a shaft, which are made out of a black silicone like material. Theres sensors all over these, so hes extremely responsive.

-          One time you made him cum so hard he hard reset, his eyes going completely black and lotsa steam leaving his body as he reboots. You were terrified you killed him but luckily you didn’t.

-          One of Genoses favourite things is to give head, as he has no gag reflex, and his tongue is super flexible. He takes sucking the life outta you to a whole new level and has you seeing stars.

-          He loves to ride you and will always lean down to kiss you. Run your hand through his hair and he leans into it like an attention starved cat.

-          He has ripped multiple futons because hes lost control of his strength, gripping the bedding so hard it shreds. He is too embarrassed to tell his sensei how so he always runs out to by a new futon and hope Saitama doesn’t notice.

[misaki-xxx]

ɢᴀʀᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ 🫶 ᴘᴛ. 1

ᴏᴘᴍ 2ɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ᴇᴘ 3 — ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ

"𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺? 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯?"

[navstuffs]

genos gives you chocolate. lots of chocolate (gn!reader, tiny angst with FLUFFY ENDING)

you are really not expecting anything during valentine's day this year. you see, it had been a couple of months since you started "dating" genos, aka demon cyborg. the problem? he insisted on bringing saitama everywhere.

you initially didn't mind, since both of them had saved your life from a monster. but on your last "date", you literally had enough, and even saitama seemed to realize that. again, the master was better than the pupil.

"i just didn't know why he keeps asking me on dates since he brings saitama with him," you mumble to yourself.

it is valentines's day and you are waiting for genos outside a metro station. you really are on your limit now; you love him, but only him. you really weren't interested in a poly relationship.

a small commotion starts, and you look in that direction, seeing someone carrying tons of boxes of chocolate, attracting everyone's looks. tons. you giggle, wondering who would be lucky person when the pile starts coming in your direction.

"wait a minute..." you groan, recognizing the robotic form. it is your boyfriend genos.

and no saitama around.

he stops right in front of you, and you think there are more than a hundred boxes of different types of chocolate in there. you look at your small package, embarrassed.

"what is all that?" you ask, surprised. genos looks at you like you are crazy.

"it is valentine's day?"

"well, i know of. what is all that?" you ask, pointing at all the chocolates.

"chocolates. for you."

"genos, there must be around a hundred chocolates in there. how am i supposed to eat all of that? or even carry that home?"

"i will take it for you after the date."

"and you are going to carry that around everywhere? who gave you that idea?"

"saitama-sensei."

of course, he did. you roll your eyes, waiting for him to appear any minute behind your boyfriend. he doesn't and genos starts speaking, his tone serious.

"sensei suggested you have been feeling neglected since we both realized you want to spend time alone with me, and i—" genos stops, and you can swear he looks a little bit embarrassed "—have been hurting you. for that, you have my apologies. i didn't mean to."

it is really the first time you have been talking about feelings since the first time you kissed, and you asked him on a date. you gulp, waiting.

"if you allow me, it will be just us in dates now. no saitama-sensei."

"and the hero stuff?"

"that might be of disturbance, but i will try to make sure it isn't."

you think for a moment, his yellow eyes glued on your expression and decision. genos didn't quite have any romantic relationships well, since you. you were his first one. there were many new things going on even for him; genos was learning and discovering how to love and be loved. he is worthy of another chance.

"fine. but, if i see saitama lurking around anywhere, you will never see me again, genos."

"fair enough."

you don't see it, but behind you, saitama, disguised with his famous orange wig gives a thumbs-up to genos. genos answers back and saitama disappears in the crowd.

"and why this much chocolate? saitama thought you would buy my love?"

"no, he just said the easiest way to a lover's heart is through their belly."

"you have to learn a loot more about me, genos."

"i suppose i do," he says, smirking ear to ear. you have a good feeling about this.

part of my valentine's day special 4/5 to go. i didn't even know i would be able to finish this since it is close to midnight in brazil BUT I DID. IT IS MISSING ONE AND I WILL BE DONE (it is not midnight where i live SO IT COUNTS)

[yuujis-sunshine]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓��𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: The Reader tells Genos about the mistletoe.

Genos had arrived to the front door of [Name]'s home; which was in C-City. He knocked on the door and the first thing the robot man saw was his girlfriend in a long beautiful green and red dress that hugged her waist, a Camelia flower in her hair, and red stocking-socks. "Genos!" She smiled at his appearance before stepping outside. "Yes, I am here to spend some time with each other."

- 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

"So, where do you wanna go?" Asked Genos. The two walked side by side wth jackets on, looking around to see a place to enjoy themselves at. And as soon as [Name] seen a Coffee & Bakery shop, her eyes sparkled making the blonde have a questioning look on his face.

"Let's go there!" [Name] points at the shop, which had Christmas decorations.

He nodded, and agreed with her saying that he felt a bit hungry. This was indeed their first time actually going out together. The others were when they were friends, since she wanted to know more about him. She dragged him by his hand softly.

- 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

Both Genos & [Name] walked out with a box of delicious pastries. She was so happy that he was with her today since it was so boring anyway. It would usually be her when it comes to most of her Christmas Eve days but when its with someone else she feels alive and loved. On their way to [Name]'s quiet 2-story home, the two had seen a mistletoe under a doorlight.

"Oh, a mistletoe!"

"Mistletoe?" He questioned.

"Yeah, under them you have to um... Kiss under it." A blush appeared on your cheeks as she said that. The cyborg then thought about it before seeing his girlfriend's face coming closer to his own face. After that, he was on Cloud 9 from the sudden action she did. She released her lipa from his as steam came from both ears and a tiny tint was on his cheeks. "Happy Holidays, Gen."

On the way home, he didn't say anything to her at all.

[goldfades]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍' ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "hellooo just had this idea (very under developed) but could u write paige x teammate!reader (not dating but both crushing) mic'd up during practice but they forget abt being recorded so its just them flirting w each other and tryna rizz each other up LOL ? just thought it would be funny for the fans watching after" for my discoball nonnie! mwah mwah

─ word count | 970

─ warnings | LOTS of banter, teasing, uhh pretty much nothin else?

"IS THE MIC working?" Paige asks as you put the mic on her shirt, glancing up to meet the camera girl's eyes.

You laugh as you finish up setting up Paige's mic, looking up at the camera with a grin. "Imagine we go to edit and then realize it isn't working,"

The camera girl gives you a pointed look as you giggle, shaking your head. "Okay, okay sorry. I'm Y/N," you glance at Paige who is giving the camera a fake awkward smile.

"And I'm Paige, we're getting mic'd up at practice because you really liked the last one I did. This time I'm with Y/N, I don't know if you guys know her or anything-" Paige joked before you cut her off with a loud groan.

"Paige, really? You know they know me," you interject, giving her a playful shove as she laughed.

Paige smirks as she glances at the camera, "Do they, though?"

You glare at the camera before you put up your ring finger toward Paige, eliciting a loud gasp from the blonde. You glance up at the camera with wide eyes before you shake your head quickly.

"Guys don't freak out it was my ring finger, I promise!" You shout dramatically before you heard Nika's shouts from outside the locker-room, telling you guys to hurry.

You guys began walking outside while the camera followed closely behind. The whole team was already warming up to you both had to jog up quickly, joining them. You exchange amused glances as you join the rest of the team on the court, their energy palpable as they run through warm-up's.

Geno called the team for a quick rundown on today's practice, the team huddling up in a tight circle. Paige found herself behind you, her hands on your shoulders as she began squeezing them. You felt your cheeks burn-up at the proximity, trying to keep a straight face.

As Geno lays out the plan for practice, you try your best to focus on his words, but Paige's hands on your shoulders make it difficult to concentrate.

"Pay attention, Y/N," Paige whispers in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine.

You shoot her a playful glare, trying to mask the flutter of excitement in your chest. "Shut up,"

"No," she gives you a playful squeeze before letting go, but the lingering sensation of her touch remains, leaving you feeling slightly off-balance.

You steal a quick glance at her over your shoulder, catching her eye and exchanging a knowing smile as Geno finally resumes the practice.

You both throw yourselves into the drills with renewed focus, despite still being a little distracted. It wasn't anything new, you and Paige always played around and you found yourself getting lost in the playful banter and flirty exchanges.

Paige's laughter rings out across the court as you execute a particularly impressive play, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she jogs up to you to dap you up.

"That was sexy," she mumbles causing you to shake your head and laugh, pulling your hand out of her grip as you pushed her away slightly. She joined in on the laughter as she stumbled back, almost falling before you grabbed her arm.

You both bursted out into laughter, the sound echoing across the court and mingling with the sounds of the bouncing basketballs and shuffling feet.

As you steady Paige, your hands lingering on her arm a fraction longer than necessary, you share a knowing look before you speak up. "You okay there, clumsy?" you tease.

Paige rolls her eyes with a mock glare before smiled. "Hey, I was just testing your reflexes," she quips, her tone laced with humor.

"Are you ladies working hard or hardly working?" You heard Geno's voice ring out as you laugh, giving him a thumbs up.

You and Paige walk alongside each other as you head to your next drill, the playful tension between you still palpable. As you walk, your shoulders brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

"Nice moves back there," Paige says, breaking the silence between you.

You grin, feeling a surge of pride at her compliment. "Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself."

"Oh shut up, you know I was crushin' it," she glared at you before you put up your hands in mock-defense.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes you were, and you looked sexy too,"

Paige's smile turned into a smirk, keeping her gaze on you as she blew you a kiss. "You really think so, pretty?"

"Bro, don't start-" You sighed as you shook your head, before Paige began laughing.

"Alright, alright, let's save the flirting for after practice," you tease, nudging her playfully with your elbow.

Paige rolls her eyes dramatically, but there's a twinkle of amusement in her gaze. "Fine, fine. But you know you love it."

You chuckle, shaking your head affectionately. "Yeah, I do."

Paige began jogging up to the next drill before she turned to you with a serious expression. "Oh shit, we're mic'd up."

"Oh shit," you repeated as you both stared at each other.

Aaliyah glared at you guys as she scoffed, "You guys act like it isn't obvious. You guys flirt all the time, I promise you they aren't gonna be shocked."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll try to keep it PG for the cameras," you reply with a grin, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

Paige sighs dramatically as her expression turns into annoyance. "I guess we can,"

"Oh my god, you're done." Aaliyah glares at her before you and Paige share a laugh.

"Can you guys stop flirting and pay attention?" Nika shouts from behind you as you and Paige share a knowing smile before turning your attention back to the drill at hand.

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At who's the best at

Paige Bueckers x Fem reader

Warnings: Slowburn (?), curses, sexual inunendos

A/N: I couldn't think of a title 😭 I am so sorry. Other characters are from my imagination, they are not related to NCAA at all. Had to get this ideas out of my head.

Y/N was panting, hands on her knees after doing laps across the court. Today is hell, Geno is not taking it easy on them, the training is tougher compared to the previous months as their team is advancing to Elite 8. She thanked the cardio gods for being on her favor today or she will pass out. Taking one last deep breath, she put her both hands on her waist and walked towards the three point shot perimeter. Qadence pats her on the back while she is dribbling for a three point shot.

"Take it easy babe." She nodded at Qadence before shooting the ball. Another miss.

"Miller!" Geno motioned to come to him. Y/N sighed and jog towards her coach's direction.

"Kid, do you see this?" Geno handed her his clipboaard with her stats on it.

"This is from the last game against Duke."

Y/N scanned her stats, and it is much better progress compared to their match against Sycaruse and Jackson State.

"Yeah and it will get more better if you can hoop today. What the hell is wrong Miller? Shade and Edwards blocked you three times today. You don't get blocked thrice based on these stats. What's wrong kid?"

Y/N didn't respond and remain silent. It shows in the practice that she is preoccupied today.

"Nothing Geno, it's just......" she trailed off thinking of what she should say.

"I'll do better. I'll make sure to clear my mind before practice so I can focus." Y/N continued, bowing her head slightly. She had to prove to UConn women's basketball team that they will not regret accepting her back when she transferred here during her 2nd year. But Geno doesn't seem to be convinced of her answer.

"Alright. I am expecting much better results in our next practice. We can't make excuses once USC had our asses in our match. Go take a swim or a run in your neighborhood or whatever later, you're not yourself today and I don't want to see you like a vegetable during practice."

Y/N nodded and Geno gave her an encouraging pat on the back before letting her go back to practice. It made her feel a little better but her day is still shitty.

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Y/N's phone keeps vibrating, this is the umpteenth time her parents called her today. She doesn't want to answer it, it will be divorce probably. It already threw her game off today and she doesn't want to ruin her day more by answering it.

Mum:

talk to me hun, please

Hun, we are sorry, I know this will be hard for you.

Do you hate us?

I'm sorry, love. It's not working anymore between me and your dad.

Dad:

Peanut, please answer your phone.

I'm sorry.

We wanted to tell you for a long time.

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Y/N turned off her phone. With a deep sigh, she ate her tacos. She's got a lot on her plate now, her studies, her upcoming match, and now her parents divorce. She wanted to take a break.

"Boo, you okay? You're preocuppied the whole day." KK finally asked. Her teammates have been giving each other knowing looks and tiptoeing around her all day. They are not used to her being silent. She went out with them tonight hoping it will take off some things in her mind.

"I'm fine girl. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bad today." She smiled at KK. She's not ready to talk yet not until she's able to come to terms with her family.

"You suck, Miller. Paige is getting full of herself today and you're too preoccupied to humble her."

Paige almost choked on her shirley temple, she took a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Me? Full of myself? Come on Aubs." Paige scoffs.

"Miller just realized today I don't need humbling, I'm actually good." Paige raised her eyebrows playfully followed by their teammates violent reactions.

Y/N grinned. She had to thank Paige for diverting their teammates from pressing on what's going on with her. The subject of being the best shooter between her or Paige became a daily banter. Paige was not unwelcoming when Y/N transferred in UConn but her competitive ass made sure to show why she was here first instead of Y/N. Y/N admits that Paige is actually better than her and the best all rounder, her transferring here seemed challenged the latter on who's best at what. She doesn't know why Paige thinks she has competition when she is actually the best. She likes to get on Paiges nerves so she gets along with Paige's imaginary contest.

"Get outta here Bueckers, I can do what you did earlier even with a hangover" Y/N said, giving Paige a sheepish grin. Paige made 43 consecutive 3 point shots, it got into her head today without Y/N beating it. It always annoy Paige when Y/N's record is close or beat hers.

"Oi, enough you two." Azzi stopped them before it could start to bickering. Y/N raised both her hands in surrender. She took a sip of her margaritas while still giving Paige a cocky grin. Now the latter looks annoyed.

They continued having fun, dancing and drinking. Y/N didn't move that much from her seat, she's tired and the margarita must've probabaly hit already.

"I'm just gonna go to the restroom." She excused herself. Feeling dizzy Y/n groaned, guess she will have that hangover tomorrow.

She decided to turn on her phone and was still bombarded with texts from her parents. Her mum's name popped on the screen and decided to answer it finally.

"Honey, I'm glad you answered. I've been calling all day." Her mom sounded worried on the other line.

"Sorry mum. Busy."

Her mother sighed. Y/N doesn't exactly know what to say, she is still processing that her parents will have a divorce. Out of 23 damn years, they just decided now that they don't need each other?

"Honey I.... I am so sorry. If you could come home soon we could have a talk, with your dad and I."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I am not going home, mom. California is 2000 miles away, I have an upcoming game in 2 weeks, and I am busy for my finals. What's the point? Your going to sell the house anyway now that you are getting divorce."

She didn't mean to sound mad over the phone, but she is really upset.

"I will call you when I am ready to talk to you both. If you two want a divorce, fine, but give me time to process that my parents don't need each other anymore after 23 damn years."

She didn't wait for her mother's response and hang up.

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Paige went back to their booth joined by a tipsy Nika after their teammates are gone to god knows where. Dancing or probably making out with someone.

"Hey P, have fun! You're awfully behave tonight. Loosen up, it's weekend tomorrow."

Nika nudged her and throw an arm over her shoulder.

"I'm good, Ma. I don't want hangover tomorrow. Besides, someone has to stay sober to make sure you all get home safely."

Nika scoffed, rolling her eyes at her teammate. It's their last free night before Geno will give them total hell in preparation against their match with USC.

"You're boring me P. I'll go join the others and have fun being miserable here. Have you se---" Nika wasn't able to finish her sentence when a commotion started in the middle of the bar. Recognizing the 6 foot tall asses of their teammates in the scuffle, the two ran towards their direction.

"What in the fuck happened?" Nika felt her slight tipsiness gone, helping KK reach Ayanna who's ready to take a swing to an athlete from Yale. The bouncers are trying to separate them before it ends up to a total brawl. Paige scanned where the others are and her eyes landed on Y/N, her sleeves are up, Aubrey blocking her from punching another Yale athlete.

"You don't talk shit here, dawg. Go back to New Haven and fuck your slutty girlfriend!"

Paige grabbed Y/N by the waist and dragged her out of the scene. For someone who is always cool and at her composure, she was surprised that Miller can trash talk.

"Calm down, Miller. You don't get to injure that million dollar hands." With Azzi trailing behind, she brought Y/N outside and pinned her on the wall to calm her down. She looks disheveled, some of her locks escaped from her ponytail, her face is red, her sleeves are uneven and she is reeking of alcohol. What a total mess.

"What in the world was that Y/N, I know you guys don't start fights but you all are better than this. Gosh, how many drinks did you have? You are reeking of alcohol!" Azzi said frustrated.

Y/N scoffs, wiping some sweat on her forehead. Paige couldn't agree more with Azzi. They don't start fights, Y/N never looses her cool even during their banters at who is best, intense matches and bad calls from ref. Paige wonders what made her so worked up that she almost punch someone today.

"Nah, I was cool Az. I took shots from everyone, sorry I lost count."

The 2 of them grimaced. They check Y/N if she had any injuries, Geno will kill them if they are scathed and once he hears about this. Azzi wonders as to why Yale women's basketball are in Storrs. That's like an hour drive just for a night's drink.

"God you are drunk and you can take a fight." Paige said amused. She never saw Y/N got drunk because she never was.

"Oh yeah Bueckers, wanna try? Let's take it here outside." Y/N stood straight, her face annoyed.

Well that was hot. Paige thought. She raised her hands in surrender before Y/N gets totally pissed. Y/N haven't landed a punch but it might be on Paige if she triggers the latter. Azzi gave her a scolding look.

"Chill, Ma. T'was a compliment."

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall again. She's starting to feel hazy.

"What did they do anyway?" Azzi asked.

"Douchebag's girlfriend was offering me a drink, I declined. She thought I want to fuck her slutty girlfriend and proceeds to call us defects, the others heard it, we didn't mind until she pushed Aaliyah."

Paige clenched her jaw and Azzi rubs her temple. Half of the team suffered injury in the past year. Paige wished she hadn't grabbed Y/N and let her land her fist first before fleeing from the scene, it was uncalled for. Drunken Miller surprised them tonight, they didn't know that her mouth can talk.

"That's it, we are all getting home. I'm gonna go get the others." Azzi left them outside.

"Yeah Azzi and tell that cunt to fuck her girlfriend properly."

Paige shook her head. Y/N is definitely the highlight of tonight's event.

"What got you so worked up today, Miller? You almost took it out on someone."

KK was right, Y/N was preoccupied. She didn't have any baskets during practice. Paige had 29 3 points in a row today, usually Y/N comes close or even beat her. It's unusual for someone who plays ball since 5th grade, she just did laps all day.

Y/N groans. "I'll talk about it tomorrow when I'm sober. can you take me home please? Paige."

Paige, licked her lips and pretends to think about it. She's gonna do it anyway.

"I never thought you were into girls." Paige blurted out. She mentally slapped herself right after. Her intrusive thoughts won.

"You guys never asked. I never said I was into boys either. So annoying."

For some reason, Paige couldn't keep her smile off. She was grinning like and idiot. Y/N noticed and she rolled her eyes, Paige looks stupid.

"You look like an idiot Bueckers."

"Maybe I am."

She twirls her car keys and they started to walk where she parked her car. She's behind Y/N who's trying to keep a straight-face and herself from stumbling.

Azzi and KK following them, KK still heated from the commotion earlier and keeps trash talking. Azzi is trying to cover her mouth for being loud. KK, Azzi, Nika and Y/N rode with Paige. The others were at Aaliyah's car since they live together in the same apartment. Paige shook her head, they are all dead on Monday.

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Y/N woke up, her head pounding and throat dry. She groaned when she tried to get up. She knew immediately it was bad last night to have a hangover like this, she rarely gets drunk and when she does, she has it bad. She jolted up when realizes that this is not her room. The bed sheet is purple, there are Miami Heat posters everywhere and the trophies are too many to be hers. Not until she saw the familiar number 5 jersey hanging on the wall.

"Fuck, what did I do last night." She whispered to herself. This must be Paige's room. She tries recalling the events of last night and vaguely remembers the Yale athlete talking shit. She almost got involved in a brawl.

Y/N got up from bed only to realize that she is wearing Paige's clothes, it's one of her old team USA shirts, nothing else and her boxers. It's already 2 in the afternoon, she could hear the ruckus outside Paige's room and KK's rambunctious laugh.

She opened the door and was greeted by the chaos of her teammates.

Y/N winced when the pounding of her head hits again. She sat down on one of the bean bags and leaned her head back trying to ease the headache. In an instant, Paige handed her a bottle of water and a tylenol. She gave Paige what is this for ? look.

"Your hangover, duh."

"Ya'll our sleeping beauty is awake." KK sat beside her but she was waiving where Ice was. Ice was doing live on the corner, and she didn't realize that where she is is being captured. Gosh she looks horrible.

"Guys, they wanna know something. You remember we did a tiktok of who among in the team you don't want your kid to date..... They want the opposite."

Qadence was quick to shout "Aaliyah" followed by KK's "Y/N"

"Yeah, I'll go with Y/N too." Ice agreed

"Y/N will throw hands, I'll bet on her too." Aubrey added.

" 'bout you, Paige?"

The team groaned when Paige showed her "rizz hands."

"Will we go further? I'll let my kid date myself." The team erupted in disagreement. Nika throws a pillow towards Paige's direction. "Dream on Bueckers!" Y/N shakes her head too.

Paige is a gender bender, the amount of fans she has be it a boy or a girl is insane. She may look like a fuck-boy type but she'll be a good girlfriend, the question though is, can they take her superstar life?

"Y/N, they wanted to know who you want your kid to date." Ice turned towards her. Y/N straightened her back a little, enough only to face Ice.

"No one, you guys loves ball more than relationships." Everyone burst in laughter.

"You heard our homie? We're not playboys/playgirls, basketball is life." Ice said in live while giving a thumbs up.

"Nawww! she's just playing safe!" KK shouted.

" Y/N is so fine, I think I'll start watching live " Ice reading through comments.

Y/N suddenly felt conscious. She moved where the camera can't see her so she can deal with what's left of her hangover.

" Does Y/N have a boyfriend or what? Saw her in Stanford before and what the hell is she doing on the court, go model in a runway or something--- Yo! Someone said you should model Y/N!" KK is reading along with Ice now.

Y/N blushed on the compliment(?). She couldn't think of herself as someone who walks on a runway or pose for a magazine aside from playing ball. She's no Cameron Brink who could pass that criteria.

"Maaaaan, they are all whipped to our girly pop. We've been gatekeeping our secret weapon."

Some of her teammates joined KK and Ice in reading the comments.

"Y/N c'mere they want to see you."

Y/N doesn't want to be rude by not saying even a "hi" but she really feels shit right now. She look around the room and her eyes landed on Paige, begging for help.

"Y'all sorry but Miller is not feeling well, you'll get to see her in Gampel soon. Be sure to be there." Paige shouted while throwing an arm around Y/N's shoulder. They are both far from the camera, Y/N waived though from where they are.

"Thank God." Y/N muttered and leaned on Paige's shoulder and she felt her stiffened.

Ice wrapped up her live leaving disappointed viewers to only see a glimpse of Y/N. All of them went back to their chaotic self.

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A/N: Please stay tuned for the next part. I think I have a hangover too 🤮. Wrote this when we were at the bar. Feedbacks and suggestions are open.

ALSO..... DOES ANYONE KNOWS WHO DOES THE GIRLS HAIRS DURING THEIR GAMES? DO THEY HAVE A HAIRSTYLIST OR WHAT?? PLEASE HELP A GIRL OUT. 😌

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Injured - PB

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Summary: You tear your ACL and Paige is there to care for you (based on THIS request)

Warnings: slightly angsty, fluff, Paige as caring GF, role switch when it comes to injury (mirrors timeline of Paige's actual injury)

Word Count: 2.1k

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AN: I am still figuring out how to write for Paige but we are out here trying. Any and all feedback is always welcome!

You never imagined your life to be what it was. At no point growing up did you expect to play college ball or go to one of the best colleges for women's basketball. Basketball was always something you enjoyed and mostly played because your friends played. It wasn't until high school that key people in your life started encouraging you to take it more seriously.

The summer before going into freshman year of high school your middle school coach sat down with you and your parents and highly encouraged them to put you in basketball year-round. He saw something in you that no one else had seen up to this point.

Your parents asked you if you wanted to play year-round and you just shrugged.

You did. Your parents switched you to a high school with a better program. When you weren't dominating on the court in high school, you were dominating on another court - turning the eyes of a lot of coaches and brands.

Your first brand deal was with Gatorade. It was all thanks to your old middle school coach who had some connection within the company and told them they would regret not getting you early. You were only a sophomore when you signed with them.

Your current coach did an interview that explained who you were as a ball player when someone came out right after you closed the brand deal.

"Her mentality when it comes to the game is unmatched. She is a sophomore in high school and is ready to play in college - if you haven't seen her play, you must." Coach Rudd says. When asked about what specifically stands out about the young star compared to other up-and-coming players that colleges are scouting, his response was not what you would expect. "There is no doubt that her talent is seen when she is on the court. That is known. But what impresses me the most is how she brings her teammates into her thought process. She takes the IQ that she has for the game and is able to explain and teach that to her teammates." Coach Rudd says. "There are times I feel like she gives me a run for my money as head coach of this team." Rudd jokes. "The world needs to watch out for her - she may not enjoy standing in the spotlight but it will follow her wherever she goes. She is just getting started." Rudd finishes.

Even with the interviews and the brand deals that followed, it wasn't until colleges started reaching out and asking about your plans for college that it dawned on you to play after high school.

All of your teammates at the time thought it was comical how much you had your head in the sand when it came to how sought out you were. They would tease you endlessly about it, just shrugging them off and playing the game you love.

After becoming one of the most known high school ball players, you committed to UConn to play for Geno. The way he approached you about college ball was different than any other coach had. He understood your basketball mentality better than anyone else had up to this point.

It wasn't until you got to college that it really hit you how many people knew you. You walked into your first practice and the whole team started mumbling about you. Not much bugged you, but for some reason this did.

You feel someone come up beside you but you don't pay them much attention until they speak.

"Don't worry, they aren't saying anything bad - I heard them talking about the freshman superstar that's coming in and how she is going to change the Huskies game for the better. I thought they were talking about me, but then they said your name..." The girl says as she extends her hand to you. "I'm Paige," she says, and you shake her hand introducing yourself.

"Oh I know who you are ma, everyone here does," she says with a little laugh. You pull back a little embarrassed now.

"This is all new," you say trying to justify your body language. That was the truth - not many people talked about you in high school and you just kept your head down. But this was much different.

"Just stick with me, I got you," Paige says and you follow her over.

She was your saving grace freshman year. The more you got to know her - the more you realized you had in common with her. Her understanding of the game, her understanding of outsiders looking in, you both loving the sport and just wanting to play to the best of your ability.

It was toward the end of your freshman year that you admitted your feelings for Paige. You had spent the night at hers and woke up entangled with the blonde. You watched her sleep and decided you had waited long enough. When she woke up, you were already staring at her. As she looked into your eyes, you leaned in and kissed her without warning.

It caught her off-guard but she melted into you.

The two of you decided to keep your relationship as lowkey as possible, knowing that you don't like being in the limelight. You told the team a few weeks in and it came as no surprise to them. Most of the time, Paige took the lead which was nothing out of the ordinary.

Everything in your life had been pretty smooth. It all changed during an early-season game your sophomore year.

You were mid-transition when you pivoted and felt a snap in your knee, immediately falling to the ground. You were guarding a girl from the other team, and by the looks of anyone watching, it looked like she had faked you causing you to lose your footing and fall. It was only when you were on the ground holding your knee that everyone realized something had happened.

Initially, the play kept going. Both teams believed you were going to get up and continue to play. After the other team finished the play, the refs and your team noticed you were still on the ground.

You knew exactly what had happened the second you felt the pop but refused to believe it. After the initial pain, you tried to get up on your own while the play was still going but couldn't. Not that anyone would expect you to but yourself.

Paige was the first person to run over to you, kneeling by you and asking you what hurt. You were holding your knee, rolling around trying to find any sort of unpainful position which didn't come. Your hand kept hitting the ground in frustration.

Paige is yelling furiously at the bench for someone from the medical team to come over to you. No one was moving fast enough for Paige's liking.

She kneels by your side, grabbing the hand that keeps hitting the ground. She knew she could let anyone see how scared she was, but she was terrified. If there was anyone in the building who understood you better than yourself it was Paige.

"Someone is coming, babe. Someone is coming." Paige keeps muttering.

"Just get me up," you say - frustrated with the whole situation.

"Someone is coming." Paige repeats again.

"Get me up!" You yell indirectly at Paige. Paige doesn't want to move you without someone coming to help but Azzi reaches out her hand to help you up. Nika is behind you and hooks her arms under your arms.

"1, 2,3," Azzi counts and you let out a grunt as the two girls lift you up. You balance on one leg as Azzi puts one of your arms around her shoulders, Paige on the other side with Nika still behind you. The three girls help you to the bench - the medical team meeting you halfway.

You see Paige turn to them and yell something that you can't make out.

Paige doesn't want to leave your side but is grabbed by Geno when Azzie and Nika pass you off to go back to the locker room.

"We need you here," Geno says. "They will take care of her," he says as Paige looks down the hall where they had just taken you.

She heads back out on the floor and finishes the game.

You on the other hand were being looked at.

The game ended - it was a total upset. After you left the floor, Paige fouled out leaving the team down two of its best players. When the team made their way back to the locker room, you were lying on one of the tables with your leg elevated with ice. You have your arm covering your face as your mind races with a thousand different thoughts.

Girls from the team come and make their way to you but you don't say a word. Everyone but Paige tries to talk to you and you just give nods or little exhales.

Once the room cleared out - Paige walks up to you.

She puts a hand on your stomach and it is like she releases all the pent-up frustration you had been harboring since going down. You feel tears stream down the sides of your face as you bring your other arm up to stifle the cries that are coming whether you want them to or not.

"It's all so stupid." You say. Paige pulls up a chair and sits next to you.

You don't say anything for a few minutes.

"I'm stupid." You finally say.

"Don't say that ma, you aren't stupid," Paige says as her hands come up to remove your arms from your face.

Your arms fall and she begins to rub the one closest to you.

"This could have happened to anyone," she continues. "I know this sucks - it is the last thing you want to be dealing with right now but this isn't the end okay?"

Paige sits there knowing that if the roles were reversed, there is nothing that you could say to make her feel better about the situation. So she just sits there with you, holding your hand and rubbing your arm until you are cleared to go home.

Paige takes you home that night You don't say much but you are incredibly thankful your girl is there.

She helps you into bed and runs out to get you all the necessities. Your phone is turned off, not wanting to hear what anyone has to say about what happened.

When Paige walks back in, she hands you some meds and water.

"I let your parents know how you are doing," she says in the softest voice. You don't look at her, knowing if you do, tears will begin to fall.

She comes and lays next to you, opening her side up for you to cuddle into. She makes sure your leg is positioned well before you finally feel her settle and exhale.

After a few minutes, you speak.

"It's funny how I wasn't even thinking about college basketball until someone mentioned it to me. I never would have imagined playing past high school. I mean I have always loved the sport and knew I would always play but coming here and playing at this level has been amazing. It opened my eyes to the potential of more. The potential of a championship. The potential of multiple championships. The potential of the W. The potential of coaching someday. If there is anything that this injury has shown me it's that I'm not finished." You say.

"I am going to do what I need to do to come back better than I left the court. Not only physically but mentally. The world has no idea the drive that is burning inside me." You finish.

Paige can feel your breath pick up as you talk - only backing up what you are saying. She kisses the top of your head with a smile.

"I have no doubts that you will come back better." She says as she intertwines her fingers with hers. "But for now, I need you to rest, ma."

You nod.

"Rest is good." You say with a yawn. "But tomorrow we start."

"How about we give you a week or two, then we can talk about it," Paige says knowing you are going to be a challenging girl to care for. "We will have plenty of time to get you where you want to be, but before then we gotta get you fixed up." She is rubbing your thigh.

"We will see about that," you say and nestle into your girl.

Right as you are about to fall asleep, you let out a deep sigh.

"Thank you, P," you say. "Thank you for knowing me and loving me for me." You say knowing you can be a lot.

"I can't imagine my life with anyone else," Paige says, voice laced with sleep.

"Good," you say. "Because you are stuck with me."

AN: First Paige request in the books. Hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 💙

[dinodaweeb]

I am once again asking for genos x reader. Will I receive🤔

ofc pookie 😩💗🫶 anything for you. But here is the price for not being specific teehee!! Hope he wasn’t too odd :>

STAY WITH ME | One-Shot

Slight?Yandere!Genos x Gn!Reader

Summary: You get hurt, Genos goes apeshit. (Yippee!)

The night was cool and quiet, oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold. You were out for a walk, enjoying the calmness of the evening, when you heard the distant sounds of a battle. Your heart sank; you knew Genos was out on patrol, and the thought of him in danger always filled you with dread.

Foolishly, you ran head first following the sound.

You quickened your pace, your curiosity getting the better of you. You hoped to catch a glimpse of him in action, but as you rounded the corner, the scene that greeted you was far more terrifying than you could have imagined.

A massive, grotesque monster towered over the street, its eyes glowing with malice. Genos was there, his body already showing signs of damage as he fought with relentless determination. Half of his was peeled off from what was probably and you watched his eyes widened when you got his gaze. You watched in horror as the monster’s attention shifted from Genos to you.

“Get back!” Genos shouted, but it was too late. The monster lunged towards you, its massive claws aiming to strike.

Before you could react, you felt a sharp pain as the claws raked across your side, sending you sprawling to the ground. Blood seeped through your clothes, and a searing pain radiated from the wound. Your muscles contracted and it hurt to breathe.

Crimson liquid spilled from your side. You tried to move, but your body refused to cooperate.

“No!” Genos’s voice was raw and the intensity of his voice was shocking. In an instant, he was by your side, his eyes wide with panic as he assessed your injury. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, stay with me.”

You tried to speak, to reassure him, but the pain was too overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and darkness threatened to overtake you.

Your eyes started to shut.

Genos’s expression shifted from desperation to a silent rage. His animosity was leaking through his figure, his golden eyes dim with ire. He turned towards the monster, his body lighting up with energy. “You’ll pay for this,” he grunted, his voice filled with deadly promise.

The fight that followed was a blur of light and sound. Genos unleashed his full power, his attacks fueled by emotion. Didn’t matter if his limbs tore off or he was losing his energy by the second. It hurt you. The monster stood no chance as he tore it apart, his strikes defined and developed. The ground shook with the force of his fury, and within moments, the creature lay defeated, its body reduced to smoldering rubble.

With the threat eliminated, Genos rushed back to your side, his face covered with blood and grime. “Hang on,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he carefully lifted you. “I’ll get you to safety.”

You felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady hum of his heart as he carried you. The pain was still there, but his presence was a comforting despite the situation.

Genos moved with a delicacy you admired. His speed bringing you to the nearest medical facility. The doctors sprang into action, and you were whisked away, leaving Genos to pace anxiously in the waiting room. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as he waited for news, his mind racing with a thousand what-ifs and fears.

Finally, a doctor emerged, and Genos rushed to meet them. “How is—” he began, but the doctor held up a hand to calm him.

“They’re stable,” the doctor said. “We’ve managed to stop the bleeding and treat the wound. They’ll need time to recover, but they’re going to be okay.”

The relief that washed over Genos was palpable. He sagged against the wall, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a shaky breath. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When he was finally allowed to see you, he approached your bedside cautiously, his usually confident demeanor replaced with hesitation. You opened your eyes, offering him a weak smile. “Hey,” you whispered.

Genos sank into the chair beside you, taking your hand in his. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “I should have protected you.”

His head hung low in shame.

“You did,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently. “You saved me.”

He shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I allowed you to get hurt.. what kind of hero does that?”

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers brushing against the cool metal. “I’m here, Genos. Thanks to you.”

He held your hand to his cheek, closing his eyes. “I’m yours.”

“And you’re mine.” You grinned.

“I swear I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”

“I know,” you said softly. “Just… stay with me.”

“I will,” he promised, his voice a vow.

“Always.♡”

[gatitties]

So how about this.... some king, saitama, genos and tatsumaki (Separate) headcanons with a reader who's an A class hero and their power involves video games physics. An example of that would be where reader had the power to interact with the world as if it is in a video game which as you may know has these:

The System

Video Game/Game Mimicry

Video Game Imitation/Mechanics

Virtual Reality Mimicry

The user can alter the laws of physics to mimic any and all video games. This power can give the user a wide variety of abilities like he can use a cheat code from a real game to trick his foes and avatar manipulation that creates modulate personality character identities (Think of it as a character customization except irl). Reader also has an instant learning ability so anything reader sees or wants new information they acquire, they can immediately learn and master any form of knowledge that can comprehend with ease. There's also a dimensional storage ability that reader can store anything inside their item box and can summon them back with relative ease. Actually just to make this quick I'm just gonna have to send this link so it would better explain everything: https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Video_Game_Physics anyways for personality I imagined reader to have a more laid-back attitude and relatively has a lot of patience when it comes to dealing people that can anger others quickly yet he's also confident and outgoing that likes to hang out with people no matter what you are as long as you don't try to harm him. Reader works a bartender and tends to meet other heroes (or villains who happens to visit that place) they always put on a polite behavior despite the mistreatment they'd often receive from other customers. also they never lose to a single game match like ever! No matter how professional you are at a video game or how much you do speedruns. reader is always one step ahead of you and even if you cheat they would immediately spot it. and speaking of speedruns, they also have a streaming channel on youtube in which they do all sorts of challenges. Other than that reader is pretty much the person you'll love to hangout with.

─King, Saitama, Genos & Tatsumaki x hero!reader

─Summary: just a few headcannons of your relationship with these heroes

─Warnings: none

King

─ He probably met you from one of your streams early on, then you saved him from a monster he was completely terrified of, only taking a quick look at his 'character' stats to detect the terror behind that straight face.

─ You found it so amusing that you indirectly encouraged him with a drink at the bar where you worked, after which he became a regular customer.

─ Although you had to change the meeting place because there were many King fans who came to ask for autographs, there were only a couple of people who wanted your autograph, and it was not even because you were a hero, but because of your streams.

─ Anyway, you found yourself at his house every time you had free time, when you found out that he played video games and watched your streams he desperately tried to deny it, you didn't give it any importance and now he's one of your most competitive rivals.

─ Luckily you can give more life to the games you play, King is used to playing against npc or Saitama and it's always very easy to win, so his mission right now is to beat you.

─ He will definitely run towards you if there are monsters nearby, you have incredible power and despite being A-class, he thinks you can eradicate any kind of threat or at least aspire to more than A-class.

─ Your relationship is based on a constant fight to break records in any game, whether it is the best streak in Valorant, speedruns in Mario 64 or winning in Mortal Kombat, although the rivalry increases much more in Mario Kart, peace was never an option.

Saitama

─ He met you in the middle of a battle, completely fascinated by being able to change your 'character' and appearance, he asked you if you could change his appearance too, although you could 'program' reality in a certain way, his change would not last forever.

─ After that silly situation, he found you at work and stayed for a while chatting, which made him visit the bar more when he needed to get away from Genos for a bit.

─ He takes care of all the people who have a bad treatment towards you when you work, although you simply don't care, he insists that you should not let disrespect pass.

─ He encourages you to change some parameters of reality to play some jokes on bad customers, you only get carried away sometimes changing the appearance of those people to something ugly.

─ Smoke comes out of his head whenever you play games because you are unbeatable, more than once you let him win to see his happy face, although if he rubs it too much in your face you will not let him win again.

─ You feel a little envious of his great power, it's not that you complain about yours, but sometimes it's tedious to have to think of a video game mechanic to transfer it to reality and fight, it's not so easy to change weapons from a shooter to sorcery from a fantasy rpg and he just has to throw a punch.

─ You are somewhat similar so when you both need calm or are saturated you get together to have a tea or coffee without the need to start a conversation, you just enjoy the program that is on television.

Genos

─ You became a Saitama 2.0 for this boy when he saw you fight, you will have him as a puppy in your work until you agree to train him once and for all.

─ However, no matter how much you explained to him that you only had powers by copie stats from video game characters to use them to your advantage, you couldn't help him much for that, so you simply supported him in the silly ideas that Saitama invented.

─ He didn't care that you were a class lower than his, after all Saitama was C-class and was his trainer, he thought that having two would only make him stronger.

─ He's not that big a fan of videogames, so unfortunately you spend more time having small battles against him in your free time, you weren't as good in combat as you were in videogames but luckily Genos was easy to read and distract with reality bending.

─ He won't tolerate a single disrespect towards you when you work, even though you don't care about the bad comments, you don't even have time to blink and those people are kicked out.

─ He'll put on your streams in the background while he cleans house, he's probably subscribed and donates from time to time to ask when you're free for a rematch.

─ Probably you will lend him some robotic parts or weapons from some games like Metroid, Megaman, Metal Gear Solid or Call of Duty, although they will not last infinitely in the real world.

Tatsumaki

─ She started a rivalry with you because you started to get the attention of some of the administrators of the hero association, you were just an A-class, you weren't that great.

─ You decided to ignore her silent threats during meetings, although when it was your turn to battle together she always did something to stand out from you, you really didn't care, it's not like you put in that much effort in battle.

─ After a while she left the childish attitude and found herself frequenting your bar, at first it was to follow you closely, then for chat with you.

─ She will begin to admire your fighting method because it's never the same and you learn quickly about your opponents, coming to imitate their attacks, you always change the game mechanics to your liking, although she will not admit it out loud.

─ At a certain point she offered you a class upgrade because you really were much better than a simple A-class, but you turned it down, you had enough work already and being a hero was only an occasional thing, she got mad at you for saying no.

─ She doesn't like to lose so she won't waste her time playing games with you, nor will she admit that she watches your streams and that's why she knows that she won't be able to beat you in any video game.

─ She makes a competition for everything she can think of in what she can beat you, you don't give a shit about her tsundere attitude and you just flow with it, if she wants to compete, it's never a bad thing to have a healthy rivalry with someone.

[qininqinin]

Ohhh!!! Tysm!!

Can you write about bill sans? I barely see anything of him with writing!!

(maybe a enemy's to lovers? But different, we veiw him as a enemy, were grouchy I guess lol- he's a simp >:3 admirer I guess- You know how the UTMV fandom writes Geno X reaper duo type? Like that- Bills like reaper and we're like geno >:o)

Change anything you want! I don't mind!! 🥳 Sorry if English bad ☹️

-🇧🇷 anon

(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

HIS NEW PET

Cw: Bill Sans x Reader, f!reader, enemies to lovers, lowkey yandere Bill Sans, establish friendship, past friends to lovers, suggestive (?), non consensual touching… 

note: outro brasileiro yaaay

"Give him back, you filthy demon," you growled, your teeth clenched so tightly that you feared they might crack from the pressure. He merely smirked at you, his expression one of unsettling amusement as he seemed to take pleasure in your anger.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, "it seems the little girl has quite the sharp tongue." His tone was taunting, and he seemed genuinely intrigued by your fierce words.

"Give Sans back, you son of a b—ugh!" you shouted, but your words were abruptly cut off as he yanked you up by your hair, pulling you close with a rough grip.

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by your struggle.

"It’s Bill, sweetheart. Sans is long gone," he murmured into your ear, his voice a sinister whisper that sent chills down your spine. 

His breath was icy against your skin, and you shivered slightly in disgust as he began to rub his face against yours with a nauseating familiarity.

"I’m starting to understand why he liked you so much," he remarked with a twisted grin. "You’ve got such a fierce spirit in that delicate human body of yours—like an angry kitten." His eyes gleamed with a perverse fascination as he continued to invade your personal space, savoring every moment of your discomfort.

As soon as your mind cleared, your hands instinctively shot to one of his eye sockets. Your thumb dug in sharply while your other fingers pressed firmly against the sides of his skull, trying to leverage him away.

Bill’s laughter echoed with cruel amusement as he observed your desperate struggle. He tightened his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp, and pulled it back further, exposing your neck even more. 

“I should just make you my new pet,” he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. “Taming you would be quite the accomplishment, after all.” He shifted closer, pressing his face against your neck with a disturbing intimacy.

“Did you know he once imagined putting a collar on you?” Bill whispered directly against your pulse as you persinsting in pushing him, “He really had quite the dirty mind.” He laughs darkly.

Unable to contain yourself, you spat at him. A sense of satisfaction washing over you as you watch his smirk falter slightly.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice smooth and menacing as he licked the spit from his face with an unnaturally long, yellowed tongue. “I’ll have plenty of fun putting a collar and a damn muzzle on you.” His eyes gleamed with the cruel promise.

[yoonavii]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency era! Law x Reader

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

You blink sleepily as the warmth of the room gradually seeps into your consciousness. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up in bed and notice your maid, Emily, tending to the fireplace. The faint aroma of burnt wood fills the air, and you can’t help but appreciate her thoughtfulness. “Good morning, Emily,” you greet her with a smile. “Why are you lighting the fireplace? Is it going to be a cold day?” Emily turns around, a gentle smile on her face. “Good morning, Lady Y/N,” she replies. “Yes, it seems that a cold storm is on its way. I wanted to ensure your room is nice and warm before it arrives.”

You nod in appreciation. Emily always takes such good care of you, and you’re grateful for her attentiveness. “Thank you, Emily. That’s very considerate of you,” you say, stretching your arms. As Emily continues to stoke the fire, you can’t help but think about the events of last night’s gala. The memories rush back to you, and you can’t resist sharing them with Emily. “You won’t believe what happened at the gala,” you begin, excitement creeping into your voice. “I met a prince, Emily! His name is Prince Geno, and he was so charming and kind. We had a lovely conversation.” Emily’s eyes widen with excitement as she listens to your tale. “A real prince? Oh, Lady Y/N, that’s incredible! What did he talk to you about?”

You tell her about your conversation with Prince Geno, sharing the details of his charisma and genuine interest in getting to know you. Emily hangs on to every word, her imagination running wild with the grandeur of the gala and the presence of royalty. “And that’s not all,” you add with a grin. “I also had a little encounter with the Duke. He tried to warn me about the creek when I was horse riding, but I must have upset him somehow. He was rather cold and distant.”

Emily’s eyes sparkle with curiosity. “The Duke, too? Lady Y/N, you’re having quite the adventure!” she exclaims. “What do you think made him act that way?” You shrug, not entirely sure yourself. “I’m not sure, Emily. He’s known for being reserved and aloof, so maybe it’s just his nature. But I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to it than that.” As you talk, Emily helps you get dressed for the day, selecting an elegant and comfortable outfit for you. You thank her for her assistance, feeling fortunate to have such a supportive and caring friend.

Instead of the gardens, you decide to head to the estate’s library. It’s a place of comfort and refuge, filled with the knowledge and stories of countless generations. As you enter the library, the scent of old books and polished wood greets you, instantly making you feel at ease. The library is vast, with shelves reaching up to the ceiling, housing a vast collection of books on various subjects. You find your favorite spot, a cozy reading nook tucked away in a corner, with a comfortable armchair and a small table to rest your book on.

Emily follows you into the library, knowing how much you enjoy spending time there. She quietly peruses the shelves, giving you the space and solitude you need to immerse yourself in the world of literature. You pick up a novel you’ve been meaning to read, settling into the armchair with a sigh of contentment. As you lose yourself in the captivating story, the world around you fades away, and you become one with the characters and their adventures.

Time seems to pass quickly, and soon the sound of footsteps approaches your reading nook. You look up to see Emily holding a tray with a pot of tea and some biscuits. She smiles warmly at you and sets the tray on the small table beside your chair. “Morning Tea time, Lady Y/N,” she says cheerfully. “I thought you might enjoy a cup of tea while you read.”

You thank her with a grateful smile and pour yourself a cup of tea, taking a moment to savor the comforting warmth as you continue to read. Emily takes a seat nearby, occasionally glancing over to see if you need anything. As you delve deeper into the pages of the book, the world of the characters becomes your own, and you momentarily forget about the events of the gala. The library, with its timeless knowledge, provides you with a sense of peace and understanding, a refuge from the complexities of high society.

———————

The long journey back to Dressrosa had been fraught with treacherous weather. The cold storm had swept through the region, enveloping everything in a blanket of icy wind and snow flurries. But the duke had little concern for the chilling elements; his mind was solely occupied with worry for his ailing father. Upon arriving at his estate, the staff greeted him with hushed and respectful tones, sensing the gravity of the situation. The duke didn’t exchange pleasantries; he rushed past them, his heart pounding with anxiety.

In the hallway, he spotted the butler conversing with the doctor outside his father’s bedroom. Without wasting a moment, he demanded to know the state of his father’s health. The doctor’s grave expression spoke volumes even before the words left his lips.

“He had two seizures back to back, Your Grace,” the doctor explained, his tone soft yet filled with concern. The duke’s heart sank further at the news. He knew the situation was dire. He immediately ordered the maids to take his younger sister, Lorena, away from the distressing sight, wanting to shield her from the painful reality. Inside the room, the duke found his father lying frail and weak. The sight shook him to the core. He vowed to do everything in his power to aid his recovery. “What can we do to help him, doctor? Please, tell me,” the duke implored, trying to keep his emotions in check. “We’re doing everything we can, Your Grace. Right now, he needs rest and constant care. We are administering treatments to stabilize him and alleviate his symptoms,” the doctor replied, his professional demeanor a source of comfort.

The doctor’s departure signaled the beginning of a poignant moment for the duke. With a heavy sigh, he took a seat beside his ailing father, observing the man he loved so dearly in his weakened state. It felt like just yesterday they were sharing laughter and joy, and now it had all turned into a nightmarish reality. Feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him, the duke dismissed the doctor with a nod of gratitude. He knew he could call for him again if needed, but right now, he needed a moment alone with his father.

As the butler approached, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder, it was as if the floodgates of emotion had burst open within the duke. Years of composure and stoicism crumbled in an instant, and he found himself breaking down, tears streaming down his cheeks. His heart ached at the thought of losing his father, the man who had raised him, guided him, and shown him love throughout his life. The uncertainty of the future was overwhelming, and the duke’s vulnerability surfaced in that moment of raw emotion.

The butler, ever steadfast, remained by his side, offering a silent presence of support. The duke clung to this comforting gesture, appreciating the unspoken understanding between them. “I don’t know what to do,” the duke whispered, his voice laden with grief. “He’s always been there for me, and now… now I feel so helpless.” The butler’s voice was soft and filled with empathy. “You’ve done everything you can, Your Grace. Your love and dedication have never faltered. Your father knows this.”

The duke nodded, grateful for the reassurance, yet unable to shake the overwhelming sense of loss and fear. He wished he could turn back time, to a moment when his father was strong and healthy, but life was unyielding in its course. As the cold storm raged on outside, the duke’s heart was locked in its own tempest of emotions. He clung to the memory of his father’s unwavering love, vowing to stay by his side, regardless of the outcome.

Together, the duke and the butler sat in silent solidarity, as the estate continued its operation with hushed tones, each member of the staff aware of the gravity of the situation. In the midst of the storm, the duke found solace in knowing that he was not alone, that there were those who cared for him and his father deeply. Though the future remained uncertain, he resolved to cherish every moment with his father, to express his love, and to find strength in their close bond.

————

As the cold storm rages outside, the viscount finds himself seeking solace in his study, surrounded by the scent of aged books and polished wood. He absentmindedly puts away a few volumes, his mind preoccupied with the events of the previous night’s gala. The memory of your radiant smile during the dance continues to linger in his thoughts. In the midst of organizing the books, his fingers brush against a peculiar one – a glittery handmade book adorned with delicate paper designs. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he pulls it off the shelf. As he opens it, he’s greeted with a flood of memories, a visual journey into the cherished moments of the past.

A soft smile tugs at his lips as he gazes at the lovingly painted collages of your childhood. The viscount’s heart swells with affection, and he feels a sense of pride for the intelligent and talented young woman you’ve become. It’s a stark contrast to the stern and distant father he knows he’s been. Just as he immerses himself in the memories, his butler discreetly enters the study, careful not to interrupt. The viscount glances up, slightly startled but composed. His butler bows slightly, presenting a letter to him with a respectful demeanor. “Forgive the intrusion, my lord,” the butler says, “but I thought you should be made aware of this letter addressed to the viscountess. It arrived last night.” Taking the letter, the viscount reads the contents with a furrowed brow. The sight of the words and their implications infuriates him. It confirms his suspicions about his wife’s involvement with Lord Doflamingo, a man he once considered a trusted friend.

His jaw clenched as he crumpled the letter in his hand, trying to contain his anger. He can’t believe the betrayal, the deceit that has been going on right under his nose. But even in his rage, he knows he must confront the situation head-on, for the sake of his family. “Thank you,” he replies to the butler tersely, his voice tight with emotion. “Please arrange a private breakfast with my wife immediately.”

“Yes, my lord,” the butler responds with a bow, understanding the urgency of the matter. Once alone again, the viscount’s emotions swirl like the storm outside. His heart aches with the realization that his own emotional struggles have inadvertently contributed to the fractures in his family. Although he didn’t want to face his last resort, due to his lingering love for her and the social standard and expectations of marriage, he had no choice. 

Divorcing her was the last and only option.

———

As you delve into a book about the different regions and it’s royalty, your curiosity is piqued when you come across a section dedicated to the eastern region. You read with interest about Prince Geno, learning about his background, culture, and accomplishments. The eastern region, it turns out, is renowned for its gem mines. The land is rich with valuable gemstones, making it a highly prosperous and sought-after region. You marvel at the vibrant descriptions of the sparkling jewels found in the mines and the breathtaking jewelry crafted by skilled artisans from the east.

As you read further, you find out about the eastern royalty’s dedication to preserving their heritage and traditions. Their architecture, art, and music are deeply rooted in their history, and they take great pride in their cultural heritage. The more you learn, the more intrigued you become about Prince Geno’s origins. You imagine him growing up in a land so different from your own, surrounded by the beauty of gemstones and immersed in the traditions of his people. It makes you wonder about the experiences he must have had and the stories he could share.

As the door then opens, revealing the governess, you sigh inwardly and roll your eyes. You had thought that after making your social debut, you wouldn’t need her constant supervision anymore, but it seems you were mistaken. The governess wastes no time in making her disapproval known. She comments snidely about your recent encounter with the duke and Prince Geno, expressing her surprise that you managed to catch the attention of such important figures. Her words sting, and you feel your anger rise, but you manage to keep a calm exterior

You give her a curt nod and ask in a blunt tone what she wants with you. She explains that she caught wind of your encounter and wants to give you a refresher on the lessons she has taught you. She emphasizes the importance of your actions and behavior, now that you have garnered the attention of a royal figure. Though you find her comment unnecessary and her approach irritating, you know that it would be best to listen and comply. Royalty holds significant influence, and you don’t want to tarnish your family’s reputation or your own by making any missteps.

With a sigh, you agree to the refresher lessons, knowing it’s better to endure her teachings than to risk any potential social blunders. You steel yourself for the upcoming sessions, hoping that they will be over quickly so you can get back to your own pursuits and interests.

————

The viscount’s cold gaze intensifies as he listens to the maid’s desperate pleas and her admission of knowledge about the viscountess’s affair. He feels a mix of anger, betrayal, and hurt, but he keeps his composure, determined to get to the truth. “Speak, and speak truthfully,” he commands, his voice unwavering. “I assure you, your family will be taken care of, but you must tell me everything you know.”

The maid takes a deep breath, her fear evident, and begins to recount what she knows about the affair. She reveals that the viscountess has been meeting Lord Doflamingo in secret, sneaking out of the estate at night to be with him. She explains how they’ve been exchanging letters and rendezvousing in hidden locations, hoping that the viscount will have mercy on her family. As the viscount listens to the maid’s words, he feels a mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger burns like a fire, and he clenches his fists to control the urge to lash out. Betrayal stings like a fresh wound, and hurt courses through him as he realizes the depth of his wife’s deception. 

As the viscountess finishes hearing the damning revelations from the maid, she feels a surge of panic and desperation. In a last-ditch effort to defend herself, she tries to rationalize her scandalous actions. “It’s not what you think,” she protests, her voice trembling. “I… I was lonely, neglected. You’re always so focused on your business and your precious clubs, leaving me feeling ignored and unimportant.”

The viscount’s face hardens as he listens to her excuses. “That does not excuse betraying our vows and tarnishing our family’s name,” he retorts sharply. “If you were unhappy, you should have come to me, not seek solace in the arms of another man.” The viscountess becomes defensive, her guilt transforming into anger. “You wouldn’t understand!” she snaps, her eyes flashing with frustration. “You have no idea what it’s like to be stuck in this gilded cage of a life, suffocating in your expectations and the pressure to be the perfect wife!”

“I expect you to be faithful and loyal,” the viscount replies, his voice icy. “That is not an unreasonable expectation for a marriage. And do not pretend like you’re the only one who has responsibilities. I work hard to provide for this family and our future, and all I ask in return is your loyalty and respect.” Their argument escalates, both of them laying their grievances bare. The viscountess accuses him of being distant and cold, and the viscount accuses her of being selfish and reckless. Emotions run high, and the once composed viscount struggles to keep his temper in check.

“Enough!” he finally bellows, his voice echoing through the conservatory. “I will not stand for this behavior any longer. You will end this affair, and we will seek counseling to address our issues.” The viscountess glares at him, her pride wounded but her resolve faltering. She knows she has crossed a line, but she is not yet ready to admit defeat. “You can’t control me,” she says defiantly. “I will not end it just because you demand it.”

The viscount takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself before speaking again. “I am not trying to control you,” he says firmly. “I am trying to save our marriage, to save our family. But if you refuse to see reason, then I will have no choice but to take action.” Their argument reaches a tense stalemate, both of them refusing to back down. The viscountess storms out of the conservatory, leaving the viscount behind with a heavy heart. He knows that their marriage is in turmoil, and he fears that the damage may be irreparable.

As the viscount stands alone in the garden, he reflects on the situation, torn between his love for his wife and his duty to his family’s reputation. He knows that they have a long and difficult road ahead of them, and he can only hope that they can find a way to heal and rebuild what has been broken.

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The viscountess scowls at the maid’s response, her frustration only growing with the delay in their departure. “I can’t stand being in this wretched place any longer,” she mutters under her breath. “I want to leave immediately.” The maid nods nervously, trying to appease the viscountess. “I understand, my lady, but the storm is quite severe at the moment. It’s best to wait for it to calm down before we travel. It wouldn’t be safe otherwise.”

“I don’t care about safety!” the viscountess snaps, her anger getting the better of her. “I just want to get away from here and all of this!” She sweeps her hand around, indicating the estate and the memories it holds. The maid remains silent, knowing better than to argue with her mistress in such a state. She leads the viscountess to her private chambers, where a warm fire is crackling in the fireplace. “Please, my lady, try to calm down and rest,” the maid suggests gently. “I will fetch you some tea to help soothe your nerves.”

The viscountess huffs but nods in agreement. As she sits by the fire, she can’t help but replay the argument with her husband in her mind. She knows she was wrong to have an affair, but her pride won’t let her admit it. Instead, she clings to her anger and resentment, refusing to see her own mistakes. “No, I won’t back down,” she mutters to herself, clenching her fists. “I deserve to be happy, and if the viscount can’t give me that, then I’ll find it elsewhere.” The tea arrives, and the maid sets it down on a small table beside the viscountess. “Is there anything else you need, my lady?” the maid asks softly. “No,” the viscountess replies curtly, dismissing the maid with a wave of her hand. “You may leave now.”

The maid curtsies and quietly leaves the room, leaving the viscountess alone with her thoughts. The viscountess sips her tea, her expression cold and indifferent. She feels no regret for her scandalous actions, nor does she care about her husband’s feelings. As far as she’s concerned, she is entitled to pursue her desires, and she doesn’t care about the consequences. “He wouldn’t dare divorce me,” she mutters to herself, a smug smile playing on her lips. “He needs me for his social standing, and he knows it.”

In her mind, their marriage is nothing more than a convenient arrangement to maintain their social status and wealth. Love and emotions are irrelevant to her; all that matters is her own pleasure and satisfaction. As she gazes out the window at the stormy weather, it mirrors the tumultuous storm within her. But she relishes the chaos, feeling a thrill in the power she wields over her own life.

She knows that her husband might be hurt and angry, but she couldn’t care less. To her, he’s just a pawn in the game of high society, and she is the queen. She prides herself on her ability to manipulate and control those around her, including her husband.

She knows that she must be cautious, of course. Her actions must be discreet enough not to jeopardize her reputation and social standing. But as long as she can maintain the facade of a dutiful wife in public, she believes she can continue her affairs with impunity. As the storm rages outside, the viscountess remains untouched by its fury. She is a force of nature in her own right, unyielding and unapologetic in her pursuit of pleasure and power. And as she continues to navigate the intricate web of high society, she is determined to bend it to her will, consequences be damned.

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kinktober 2023 (unfinished)

— 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚 | 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋

[☄] –“a hidden passion in the swordsmith village" (hotaru haganezuka x afab f. reader)”

[♖/❀] –“rengoku kyojuro and his gn!s/o adopting rengoku senjuro” (gn. reader)

[❀] –“how would sanemi and giyuu react to a surprise kiss?” (gn. reader)

[❀] –“how would kyojuro and sanemi react to a f!s/o that gets hiccups when she laughs?” (f. reader)

[❀] –rengoku's birthday collab fic (college au, gn. reader)

[☄] –“disobey” (hantengu clones, afab gn. reader)

[☄] –they lose a bet and they have to take a shot from your breasts (hantengu clones, afab f. reader)

[☄] –“something dirty” (rengoku kyojuro, gn. reader)

[☄] –haganezuka hotaru sexcanons (gn. reader)

[☄] –“slut?” (sekido, afab gn. reader)

[☄] –hashiras when they want to have sex with you but you are on your period (minus Muichiro & Iguro)(afab gn. reader)

[☄] –urogi nsfw scenario and headcanons (gn. reader)

— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 | 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺

[☄/❀] –“spreading and condoms for you” (tsunagu hakamada x f!reader)

[☄] –my personal take on my hero academia men (pro heroes) and their preferences in bed. alphabetically

[☄] –NEEDY (kai chisaki x gn reader)

[☄] –pro heroes on a night out (imagine)

[☄] –kai chisaki / overhaul 's nsfw alphabet

[❀] –poly headcanons with tsunagu & shinya (edgeshot x best jeanist x gn. reader)

[☄] –proheroes' reaction when you slap their asses (gn. reader)

[☄/❀] –ass grabbing (tsunagu hakamada x gn. reader)

[☄] –my hero academia men (pro heroes) trying their hand at pegging (f. reader)

[♖/❀/☄] –kissing his insecurities away (toshinori yagi x gn. reader)

[☄] –you sit on their crotch in the middle of the night (edgeshot, overhaul, hawks, shigaraki, afab reader)

[☄] –how my hero academia characters eat 😼 [adults] (gn. afab reader)

[☄] –"pushing buttons only takes you so far" (best jeanist x shimori kizatachi (oc))

[☄] –pros reacting to you pulling them towards you by their belt (edgeshot, best jeanist, eraserhead, snipe, midnight, gn. reader)

— 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧 | ワンパンマン

[¿ ❀ ?] –saitama and genos domestic headcanons

— 𝐲𝐮-𝐠𝐢-𝐨𝐡! | 遊☆戯☆王

[❀] –asking them out (yugi, atem, seto, ryou, jonouchi, honda, anzu x f!reader) [ 10% . . . ]

— 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! | ハイキュー!!

[❀/ღ] –denying haikyuu boys cuddles (gn reader)

— 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

[❀/ღ] –“late night thoughts on...” (f/o imagines - i)

[❀/ღ] –“late night thoughts on...” (f/o imagines - ii)

[❀/ღ] –“late night thoughts on...” (f/o imagines - iii)

[☄] –“late night thoughts on...” (f/o imagines - iv)

[other] –my s/i (kny)

[other] –mha oc

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Headcanons Saitama with a baby... *dissapears* Look, we all know how good he is with children, he looking so happy with his new son or daughter and I think he'd be quite adorable and COUGH*literal dilf*COUGH (This is X Reader btw) And Genos being the rich uncle ٩( ᗒᗨᗕ )۶

Do this if you want to, i love all the stuff you write, best wishes! <3

Nahhhh you a real one for this ask thanks so much. I was happy to do this

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His anxiety went from 0 to 100 real quick. He never realized how small infants were until he held the baby, it's whole head fitting just in his hand

He wants to hold the baby but is also afraid. It's made him almost cry. His strength is worse of a curse than he thought.

After a lot of reassurence he was able to get over it. If you carried the baby with a pregnancy he's always on it during recovery period. As much as it was a huge adjustment to him with the schedule changing, he never would dare to complain

He was anxious when you were Prego too, not even low key

Speaking of crying, a baby being in his life really brought back all those emotions he thought he once lost. So he's overwhelmed most of the time with them. Therefore crying if something exciting happens, or upsetting.

He was a mess when the baby had to get it's first shots

He hypes the baby up all the time it's hilarious to watch. For everything. Overly determined to get the baby crawling and walking

Yes, did cry from excitement from babies first steps

Never gets tired with playing, but he'll tire the fuck out of the baby. Sort of lies with the baby until it's awake to play again, looking a lil sad egg.

Always playing with the babies hair and does it all the time. The more there is, the happier he is

Loves feeding the baby. Accidentally got the baby hooked on ice cream, though. To the point the baby always starts looking around for him when it hears the freezer open

Now for Uncle Genos!

Couldn't have asked for a more devoted, protective uncle. Always around and gives you guys breaks when needed

My dude over analytical about the care of babies and their needs. Thinks too much into most things but it's been found helpful at times, as much Saitama would hate to admit

He keeps notes on how much the baby has grown and what stages of development the baby is in. Consistently doing body scans. If you guys can't figure out what's wrong if there's a problem, Genos will know.

Most of the babies toys are from Genos and he won't stop getting them. Says there's no way to spoil a baby with material objects because they don't even comprehend materialism

Him and Saitama will always get lost in baby clothing isles.

If the baby finds a favorite toy, like say a squishmallow, similar is going to be everywhere

Saitama's on hair duty, Genos is on outfit duty. Baby look cool as fuck always

Also has a panic button, super paranoid, and doesn't even want certain brands of baby gear in the house. Don't get him started on lawsuits

I would imagine Genos would have been the one to get the baby to laugh first, completely on accident, and Saitama was jealous for WEEKS

The baby room is always ridiculously clean if he's around