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sierrale8ne · 4 months ago

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ego / wnba!paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary you and paige have known each other since you were in diapers. but instead of becoming best friends like your parents had wished, you’ve disliked each your whole lives— for no real reason other than paige’s huge ego and your brattiness. until one annual family vacation reveals the true nature behind your quarrels. warnings 5.3k wc, sexual content, degradation, oral, fingering, choking, they’re both assholes. from lena i’m sorry this literally took forever, i have no excuses, but its here now. 😊

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It’s warm in Minnesota this time of year, blazing heat and a certain humidity in the air that makes the air stick to your skin. The wood of your chair pressing into the skin, but you don’t really mind.

Being at the Bueckers Cabin was a tradition. Every year since your father and Bob Bueckers met in college years ago. Your album of photos contained pictures from your first birthday, celebrated here, all the way through now. You could count on one week with all your family, friends, and other loved ones all piled up at this cabin.

You could also always count on some sort of issue between you and Paige.

It wasn’t ever something specific, but all it took was a secluded cabin, nagging aunts and uncles, and an almost uncomfortable summer heat to bring the arguments to surface.

Paige was arrogant. Always thinking she was better than somebody. It was cocky. The certain gleam in her eye when your mother complemented her manners, or when she overheard someone tell you ‘you should be more like Paige’. It triggered you to heights unknown. And you swore up and down that she knew— hence why she kept acting that way.

But she? She thought you were spoiled rotten. That, as an only child, your parents enabled you to be a brat. Paige hated it. The way you spoke to her like you were hot shit and just got away with it. Though, if you really looked deeper into it, you only got away with it because she herself let you.

It was a hatred that started young. Probably a stolen toy or a mean comment when you were in elementary school. But either way, it never ever went away.

Her UConn teammates tread outside to join you. Azzi, Caroline, and Ice walk out one by one, bottles of dripping water in their hands to quench any lingering thirst.

“Hey, Babe!” Azzi greets you. Her body drapes over the back of your seat and wraps you in a loose hug. You smile, obviously. It’s Azzi, her smile is addictive and scent is so warming that you can’t not smile back.

You greet the other just the same and they each take seats alongside you getting comfortable on the other deck chairs. Music can be faintly heard, some 90’s music that makes all your aunts and uncles reminisce on their college days.

“Is Paige around?” The question from Ice nearly makes you roll your eyes. Her name triggers something within you. And even though you’ve gone since April without seeing her, your blood begins to boil as if she’d been annoying you all day.

You shrug passively and your eyes dart off to the side, the smell of barbecue suddenly much more interesting

“You guys are still on that?” Caroline asks.

“On what?”

“You know what!” Azzi laughs. “I think you guys should just bury the hatchet. Give her a chance, I could see you two getting along pretty well actually.”

Before you get the chance to explain that there is nothing that could possibly be done to get you to like the girl, that she could get on her knees and apologize for everything and you still wouldn’t move on— the sliding glass door opened up. You turn your head to see your father calling you in with his hand.

“Come over here and help your mama!”

You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes and instead you stand up.

You slide your sandals on your feet before you walk inside, the clacking of them against the hardwood clashes with the voices of your family. Upon entering the kitchen, you’re greeted with laughs which normally would make you smile if it wasn’t for the fact that it was your mom laughing with Paige.

The blonde had her hands occupied with grabbing the plastic utensils from the cupboard. She’s told some joke, one you know isn’t really all that funny, but your mom loves her and as a result laughs hard.

It’s infuriating, how it seems like she’s gotten everyone from your parents to your brothers wrapped around her damn finger. She charmed them so easily, doing favors with that smile and occasional compliment. Enough to get on their good side but not enough to be deemed a kiss ass.

You fucking hated it. Hated her.

“Look who finally got off their ass.” Your mom teases, walking over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Come mix this salad up for me, honey.”

“Yes ma’am.” You murmur, more upset that the instruction forces you to stand in front of Paige rather than literally anywhere else.

Taking the salad tongs in your hands, you do as asked. And Paige does her own thing as well, keeping quiet which you find somewhat surprising. It doesn’t take long, thanks to you mom already doing most of the work. You set the bowl of salad off to the side, and the second you do, you meet her eyes.

The blue briefly catches you off guard, like you weren’t expecting them. She doesn’t break eye contact with you for a single second, and you don’t either. It’s one of the few things Paige likes about you, (other than the way your ass looks in your shorts) how you never back down from her.

Ever.

It’s why arguments last so long and why your eye contact does the same.

Her smirk only spreads further, her lip just barely tucked between her teeth. A part of you swears she gets off on seeing you like this, visibly irritated by her presence alone.

She nods her head toward you as a greeting, one that you reciprocate out of kindness.

“You two are like kids.” Ms. Fuller interjects. She stands off to the side with your mother, a wine cooler in her hand.

“We didn’t do anything.” Paige says, her face scrunching up on instinct.

“But you can’t even speak to each other?” It’s your mom’s turn to speak now, which makes you get more defensive than you probably should.

You kiss your teeth, planting your palms on the island. “We can talk to each other?”

“Then do it.”

You cross your arms over your chest, “hi.” You mumble, looking at the woman in her disgustingly blue eyes that just so happened to be raking over you. A part of you thinks you’re thinking things, but no, she really is eying you up and down.

“Hey.” Paige can’t help but smile, copying your previous movements of pressing your hands to the counter. “See, we did it.” She says.

“We talk a lot anyways.”

“You argue a lot, that’s not the same.” Your dad’s voice comes from nowhere, as last time you saw him he was heading to the grill.

Paige laughs. Audible and amused and annoying as ever. Like she agrees, which really doesn’t matter, but the thought of her thinking of you like that adds unnecessary flame to the growing fire inside you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out grilling?” You ask.

“Food’s all done, everyone’s coming inside.” Your dad explains. Then he looks to Paige, clapping both palms on her shoulders. “I let your girls know you were in here, they were asking about you.”

Paige nods, an appreciative smile spreading on her face. “I ‘preciate that. Yo, princess, where the plates at?”

The pet name makes you freeze in your tracks. Paige has probably been calling you that since middle school, it’s nowhere near new. But there’s something different about it now, it sends a chill down your spine.

“One: don’t call me that. Two: check the cabinet.” You shrug, turning away from the island as people piled into the house. The sudden noise that came with all your relatives piling in, luckily shut out what Paige was saying to you.

“Yeah, I already did that, which is exactly why I’m asking you.” She calls out. There’s a certain bitterness in her voice that pisses you off.

You spin back around, slightly taken aback by how close she had come to you in a matter of seconds. Paige towers over you, all six feet of her working to intimidate you. “This is your dad’s cabin but you can’t figure out where the damn plates are?”

“I’m just askin’ a question, princess.”

“A stupid question. And I said quit fuckin’ calling me that—”

“See that’s that shit—”

“Enough!” Your mom is quick to cut you both off before the yelling even gets a chance to escalate. She steps between the both of you, trying her hardest to deescalate the situation. “You, run to the store and grab some paper plates. Paige go with her.”

If she wasn’t your mom you would’ve rolled your eyes until they got stuck in the back of your head.

“She doesn’t need to come with me.”

“Ion need to go with her.”

It’s like suddenly both of your parents' eyes lock on you and Paige, enough to get the both of you to shut up and let out matching groans as you head for the exit.

—

The cool air that comes from the sliding glass doors is almost considered a blessing in the July heat. You take the initiative to walk in front of the blonde in search of the paper plates, any opportunity to get some space from her since your argument.

You thought it would end the second you got in the car, which she insisted on driving. But no, you both had to argue about who’s playing music, who’s paying, who’s to blame for not getting plates in the first place (which in your heart and soul, you know is Paige).

So yeah, heated would be the right word to describe the both of you. But even as you were able to cool down, Paige couldn’t.

Not when you looked like that.

She hated you, that wasn’t something that she thought would change. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have eyes.

You were attractive, like beyond words. Add on the jeans shorts you wore and the expanse of your back that was left exposed by your tank top— she was riled up all over again.

It was like you did it on purpose. You chose to walk in front of her, chose to sway your hips like that, chose to piss her off on any given day even when she wasn’t in Minnesota. And there’s nothing more that Paige would like to do, than put you in your place.

Talking is fun, but the grin that would come to her face after seeing you crumble under her would be even more fun. More exciting. Something that she’d always be able to bring up. How she won.

It didn’t take long for you to find the plates, the second you grabbed them you were quick to turn on your heels, nudging her shoulder a bit too harshly for her liking. A part of Paige wanted to grab you back by your belt loop, but she refrained.

She scoffs, licking her lips as she follows behind you. “Keep fuckin’ playin’ with me, bro. I don’t wanna be here any more than you do.”

“And if I do?” You respond with an over confidence that Paige has become quite familiar with in the over 20 years you’ve been around.

I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, is what Paige so dearly wanted to respond with. But instead she chooses to keep it as cordial as she can. “You wanna find out?”

And it’s something about how her voice lowers that makes your eyes soften and your guard lower, even in the midst of your eye contact.

It’s small, so small that you barely even notice it yourself. But Paige isn’t dumb, she knows the effect that she has on women. Knows how that tone of voice makes girls want to squeeze their legs together.

It’s just that this time, it’s you. The girl who she’s known her entire life, since you were the short nerdy girl at Hopkins with the braces. You’re grown up now, and Paige loves every bit of it, except she didn’t picture you like that.

—

When you get back to the house, you’re quick to dissect yourself from Paige. She’d already been too close today, and her little stunt in the grocery store had you desperately racking your lungs for some air.

You sat on the deck alongside Caroline, who had seemingly grown tired of her teammates.

You both are quiet, looking off into the sky and how the sun decorates it in an orange hue. Carol nurses and diet coke, and you switch out your empty plate of ribs for your twisted tea.

The sky looks pretty, but you can’t help but think Paige looks prettier. You hate how you can’t keep your eyes off of her. She’s glowing, and her skin is extra tan. Since the natty game in April, she looks stronger. Everywhere. Her arms, sure, but it’s her quads and calves too. And then when she leans back, stretching her arms over her head, you think her abs are even more defined too.

You can’t help but stare, it’s like she’s tempting you.

“You wanna know something?” Caroline starts, darting her head down to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“I think you have feelings for Paige.”

You nearly fold in half with how hard you start laughing. The blonde was hot, sure, but feelings for her was just plain… no. Not for you. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not! You like her, but you don’t like that because you’ve been beefing for years.” She starts, sounding like she’s putting together all the pieces. “So you fight and try to push her away.”

“If I liked someone, why would I push them away?”

“I dunno. I haven’t figured you out yet.” Carol shrugs. “But I do know that you like to argue. And Paige likes arguing with you even though she won’t admit it.”

“Whatever.” You sigh, if you kept your words to a minimum you’d avoid proving her right. You decide to get up from your seat, collecting yours and her trash to take inside.

“Look, there goes your girl.” She jokes. Paige has decided to follow suit, dragging herself through the screen door and into the nearly empty cabin.

“Goodbye, Caroline.” You sing on your way inside.

Paige leans on the same kitchen island you both were arguing around hours ago. Her hands are attempting to open a beer bottle and struggling.

“You need help with that?” You ask.

She scoffs, looking over her shoulder at you before shaking her head. “Nah. I’m good, princess.” She dismissed you.

When the bottle cap finally came off, she tossed it in the nearby trash, as you did the same with yours. You trail around the island, ignoring the feeling of her eyes on you as Paige moves closer. They’re like lasers, burning holes into your skin as you stop in your place near her.

“Can we talk?”

You immediately start getting concerned, probably more than you’d like to admit. Her tone shifted awfully fast, and you’re even quicker to put your guard up.

“What do you want, Paige?”

“Imma ask you something, and it’s just a yes or no question, so relax.” Paige dodges your question. She pushed herself off the counter, turning so she stands right in front of you. The spout of her beer bottle sits against her lips— her full, pink, lips. “Are you attracted to me?”

You dart your head away from her, deciding that looking Paige in the eye while she asks you that question is a recipe for disaster.

“Bro, move.” You scoff, pressing your hand to her abdomen.

But she’s fast, grabbing your wrist before you get the chance to fully push her off of you. The sudden shift between you two was shocking. The balcony door was only some feet away, and if anyone outside looked hard enough they’d see you. But even then, the house was silent— other than your heavy breathing.

It’s just you and Paige.

The ridges of her abs are evident even through her shirt, hard and warm from summer heat. For a second you think about how they’d feel under you. Each muscle on your clit, flexing, glistening from how wet you’d be.

She takes another step, effectively pushing you further into the countertop. “Yes or no?”

Your head darts to the side, looking away in an attempt to hide the growing heat in your core. She was winning. Paige was winning and you fucking hated it almost as much as you claimed to hate her.

The blonde grips your chin, steadying her other, beer clad hand at your waist. The feeling is so foreign, but almost… normal? Her hand is cool, which is a nice contrast to the burning feeling of your own skin.

“Y’want me to ask again? Or you got it?” Paige makes a show of licking her bottom lip.

“I hate you, so no.”

“Do you?” She asks. The half empty beer bottle sits on the counter. Paige grips your hips to turn you around, and you can’t even fight it, she’s stronger than you, and even more determined to break you down.

“Paige…” You groan. The island digs into your hips as she presses into you from behind.

“‘Cause I thought I did too. But you wear these damn clothes and Ion think I do anymore.” Paige explains, her breath fanning your ear.

She teases you with her hand at the hem of your shorts, playing with the frayed fabric near the curve of your ass. Paige does it like it’s a sixth sense, like she’s had you like this forever rather than it at all.

It makes your heart race, breathing quicken, panties dampen. Never in your life did you think that Paige fucking Bueckers would be the one to make you feel like that but here you are. Fucking soaked off of her. But you’d never let her know about how much she was affecting you. It was always a competition with her. You’d rather win than give her even the slightest upper hand.

“You’re a bitch.” You murmur. On any other day it would sound confident, like you believed it, but not today. Just with Paige standing behind you, you feel quiet and little.

Her hand travels to your hair, a part of her wants to tug it back as hard as she can but she chooses against it. Paige tucks a strand behind your ear and leans in closer. “Really? This bitch got you dripping down your legs right now.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” You grit through your teeth. With what little strength you have you turn around, hands pressed to Paige’s chest. “I’m goin’ back outside.”

“But we ain’t don’t talking, ma. Tell me why you hate me so bad.”

Her voice lowers the same way it did in the store earlier. Gravely and a little tainted by alcohol.

You think about calling her a bitch again. The way you saw her face get all riled up was something you’d like to see again. Or tell her how much her big ego made you want to punch her. There’s a lot of reasons you thought you hated the girl, but all of them seemed minor in comparison to how fucking bad you wanted her.

Her mouth and those pretty pink lips. Her fingers curling inside you. Her moaning in your ear. It was like you needed Paige to survive.

“You think the fuckin’ world revolves around you.”

“Me? Says the princess who thinks everything should go her way.”

You shove past her, finally seeing your exit opportunity. “Whatever, Paige—”

“Y’know, Ion like this attitude you got.” She starts, following you as you walk. You don’t know where, but you’re damn sure it wasn’t outside. “Because as soon as we get outta here, you’re back on that same shit.”

You stop in your tracks. “So fucking what! What are you gonna do about it.”

Paige nods her head, curt and amused. Her plump bottom lip just barely juts out towards you before she leans in. Her scent travels through your nose— Dior Sauvage, typical.

“Come wimme.” She brushes past you without a look back as she heads toward the basement. Paige can only hope you follow her, only hope that you want it as bad.

And you do. So you follow.

—

If it was anything you learned throughout your entire ordeal with Paige, it’s that she’s a damn good kisser.

Maybe she liked being yelled at. Or maybe she just thought you were fucking hot. Either way, the basement door shut, she was on you like white on rice. You both nearly fell down the stairs, hands grabbing whatever you could reach.

It was messy, teeth and spit and tongue, but it was otherworldly.

Paige tasted like honey, outrageously sweet despite the fact that she’d never been sweet to you. Her tongue roams your mouth, hands on your ass as she backs you into the wall.

“You can’t handle me.” You breathe, tangling your hands in her hair. “I should show you some’.”

Paige laughs, shaking her head into the kiss. "You've shown me enough. It's my turn, right? I been too nice.”

Her hand darts to your shorts, unbuttoning them and forcing them down your legs. Paige is fucking rough, like there’s nothing but rage rushing through her blood. And you want nothing more than for her to take it out on you. You’re the reason for it all anyways.

“Shit probably weak as hell anyways.”

Paige kisses her teeth. “Take all this shit off.”

You make a show of bringing your hands to the hem of the cropped shirt as you bring it over your head. It joined your shorts on the carpeted floor, leaving you in front of Paige in nothing but your purple panties. It’s almost coincidental that the woman she fought with whenever she was around now stood here in her favorite color.

She tucks her lip between her teeth, bringing her hand to your waist.

“No bra like a damn slut, huh?” Her tongue clicks on the roof of her mouth, almost like she’s shaming you. But you don’t mind, you almost like it too much.

She decides to reach for your tits, squeezing them in her palms in a rough manner that makes you gasp and arch into her. Paige plays with your nipples, fingers rolling over them, feeling them get hard as she drips into her boxers.

“You wanna fuck me or keep talking shit?”

“I can’t do both?” Paige asks as she kisses you. It’s anything but soft. Her hands grip your boobs harder, tongue licking at your own. It’s like she’s trying to become one with you, take over your whole body. “Gotta make you my fuckin’ whore.”

She pulls away again, only for a second, before she kisses the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. Her tongue was hot and wet as she sucked against a spot under your jaw that made your fucking knees weak.

It was like Paige knew you already. She was good at making you sweat from anger, but she was damn good at making you sweat like this. Making your thighs press together to relieve that pressure.

Her lips trail lower and lower, down to the center of your chest which she makes a show of licking.

Paige kissed patterns down your thighs, starting sweet until her teeth dig into them. She does it over and fucking over, marking you in the most painful way she can think off all while staring up at you through her lashes.

It was a sight you wanted burned in your brain forever. Paige, on her knees, lips on your body like she was worshiping you. Maybe there was a reason why her ego was so big, because she was already going to make you come and your panties hadn’t even come off yet.

“Paige… just, fuck.” You press your head back against the wall, cupping her head with your hand. “Fuckin’ eat me.”

Her blues dart down to your cunt, the cotton material suddenly darker than the rest of your panties. “You’re wet as hell, ma. Been wanting my tongue on you for how long?”

Your pussy throbs in your panties as a result. You could never tell her the real answer, that somewhere along the line of you knowing Paige you’d trail your hand down in your pants and think about her. Or that you would wish all those girls that she’d be with were secretly you.

So instead you say, “why the hell would I— fuck— want you?” The stutter comes from her thumb on your clothed clit, applying pressure that makes your eyes water. Paige pulled your panties down slowly, they pool on the floor alongside the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely fucking naked.

A string of your slick sticks follows down with your underwear. “Whatchu dripping for then, princess?” Her hand grips your bruised thigh, guiding it over her shoulder. “Don’t tell me it’s Azzi that got this pussy like this?”

You tug her hair, watching her groan at the pressure. She thinks about leaving you like this, wet and horny and nude, stopping you from even having a chance at getting off. But your scent alone makes her change her mind. She’s a bitch to you but not that fucking bitchy, not enough to taint her reputation by not letting you come.

So she licks her lips, leaning into and wrapping her lips around your clit. That eye contact you always seem to have with her doesn’t stop even for a second.

“God, P. J-just like that.” You moan, hips bucking into her mouth.

Paige’s tongue licks through your folds. She’s so fucking into it, like your taste alone could make her full for centuries. It’s damn near the best head you’ve had in your life, her tongue knows exactly where to touch and flick, her lips know the perfect pressure to suck. She was fucking good.

“You got no clue how fuckin’ good you taste.” She murmurs, tongue stretched flat over your cunt. The sounds of her sucking and your slick bounce off the walls. “This pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

Your legs shake, inching closer and closer to your precious orgasm. Your other hand travels to her hair, fucking your hips into her fast. It pisses the blonde off, her obvious need for control over you more important.

“Paige gimme mmph more. I need it, baby.” You grunt.

Her hands tug your own off of her. She pins them to your sides, dragging her tongue inside your cunt then out over your clit. Your moans get louder, you’re lucky that all your relatives are outside or you would’ve gotten caught forever ago.

Paige’s nose brushes against your clit, aiding to the sensitivity. And the second you think about announcing your climax, she pulls back from you. A shit-eating grin covering her soaked face.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Paige wipes your near orgasm from her mouth. “What’d I do, mama?”

“You know what you did, you asshole!” Your hand presses against her chest, an attempt to shove her back but Paige is obviously stronger than you had imagined.

Her demeanor shifts in a matter of seconds. She trails her hands to the back of her collar, tucking her shirt off and behind her. Her black sports bra accentuates the tan of her skin, revealing just enough of her abs to make you want to get on your knees and fucking lick them.

Paige grips your chin. Your jaw falls slack as a result. You don’t know what to really expect, but when you watch her saliva fall from the tip of your tongue, you almost pass out. It lands in your mouth a hot glob that tastes just like you did. She wipes the dribble from your lips and you swallow without a second thought.

“See, always talkin’ to me crazy. That’s why I do that shit.” She presses. Deciding to spin you around, she does, pushing up against the wall so close that you can smell the paint. Paige hand curls around your neck, applying enough pressure to knock your head back onto her shoulder. “I fuckin’ hate your ass, y’know that?”

You bite your lip, enjoying the feeling of her free hand brushing over your cunt. “Really? ‘Cause I always catch you staring at it, babe.”

Your hands press to the wall as Paige forces her knee between your thighs, spreading you apart until a pain shoots up your thighs. “Tell me how bad you hate me.”

“Why, does it turn you on?” You question, pushing back against her for any type of friction.

She breathes into your ear, following that with a bite. The blonde tugs on your earlobe, grinning to herself at the groan you give her as a result. “So bad, ma. You turn me on.”

Her fingers follow immediately after. You’d think that she’d be nice enough to give you a minute but she didn’t, forcing two fingers inside you like she couldn’t care less about anything but stretching you out.

“I, fuckkkkk! I hate—hate how sexy you are. Hate how wet I get around you.” You moan. Paige curls her fingers, seemingly pleased with your words.

Her grip on your neck tightens as she speeds up, pushing and curling and twisting her fingers so deep inside you can’t be quiet. Not when it feels that good. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Yes!” You cry. The noise of your cunt fills your ears, the trickle of your wetness travels down your leg as you struggle to keep up. Paige slips in a third finger and your knees buckle. “Daddy…it’s too much.” You whimper.

“Yeah, it’s like that?” Her fingers are breaking you apart, moans falling from your mouth so loud you’re surprised you haven’t gotten caught yet. “Watchu want, princess?”

“M’ gonna come. Please, please I’m so close.” You moan, arching your back further at the pleasure of it all.

Your hands try to steady yourself on the wall, trembling at the pressure of her fingers against your g-spot. Your pussy clenches around her fingers, dripping down them as you cry out her name over and fucking over.

“There’s those manners, ma. I ain’t even know you’d had ‘em with how you cuss at me.” She grumbles in your ear. “Fucking hot.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Oh, Paige!” Your orgasm hits like you’ve never fucking imagined, dripping all the way down your legs to the carpet. Your breath is heavy, tits pressed against the cold wall as she works you through it.

Paige trails her fingers out, wiping them against the back of her shorts. “Did we really just—”

“Yeah.” You pant.

There’s a beat of silence in the room, the occasional sounds of fireworks going off down by the lake as they do every year. But instead you’re here, sweat coating your body and your cum down her fingers. Paige’s fingers.

Then her phone starts ringing, and you’re reminded that there’s a life outside of the basement in which you hate Paige and she hates you right back.

You turn to face her, how swollen her lips are, how missed her hair is. “We’ll talk later?”

You nod, thinking that’s the end of it until she cups your face and kisses you. There’s a certain passion behind this one, less tongue and more sweetness. It's the sweetest Paige has been to you, well ever.

“Yeah, later.”

And then she’s grabbing her shirt and darting up the stairs.

But not before pointing out that you should cover the hickeys on your thighs.

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millysastroblog · 5 months ago

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RANDOM ASTRO NOTES PT.2 🎋

🎋People with Mars conjunct/Square or opposite Jupiter can have a inflated sense of ego and pride just like Sun/Jupiter aspects (especially men since mars has a stronger and dominant energy in their charts)

🎋Tell me why every Aries Sun be waking faster than then wind ?😂 # you are to fast

🎋People with Taurus and Virgo mixed Placements are the most humble grounded individuals to exist they just exude „ZEN“🍃

🎋People with 1st house placement can sometimes feel left out or stand out from the crowd due to the focus being directed on their individuality and presence

SIDE CHICK INDICATORS:

🎋Venus square/ opposite Neptune ( lacking boundaries)

🎋Neptune in the 7th ( unreliable partners )

🎋Venus in the 12th (secret affair and relationships)

🎋Mars in the 12th (hidden sexual relationships)

🎋Venus / Chiron (low self worth)

🎋Venus Square /opposite/ conjunct Lilith ( lustful attraction to unconventional, shocking secret things like a married person )

🎋Mars conjunct Lilith (secrecy and power dynamics turn them on )

🎋 Venus conjunct /Square Uranus (unpredictable love life’s and entanglements )

🎋Lilith/ Pluto in the 9th house ppl can be scared of taking flights, traveling to foreign countries

🎋Sun/ Pluto aspects might be scared of their fathers or have huge respect for them 🫡

🎋Venus conjunct Chiron synastry: trauma bonding relationship vs. healing relationship

🎋Capricorn MC have a reputation of being the GOAT after their hard work has paid off

🎋Venus conjunct Jupiter is usually seen in charts of woman who marry wealthy partners

🎋Mars square asc look fierce

🎋Pluto Square asc look alluring, mysterious and dangerous

🎋 Moon in Scorpio/Moon conjunct Pluto stare intensely on pictures and camera angels

🎋While moon in Pisces/Moon/ Neptune placement look away or their eyes wonder to the the ceiling, they look sleepy, sweet and in another world

🎋Moon in cancer have doll eyes with little sparkles, round like the moon and comforting to look at

🎋A lot of child actress have Neptune influence on their Moon or IC

🎋Saturn in the 1st house have visible oval nostril where their nose kind of looks pointed and straight

🎋Mercury square Jupiter makes somone who doesn’t have a filter or lacks in reading the room they probably over share and reveal to much information

🎋Mercury/ Neptune aspects can misconstrued, antagonize, change information or get very confused, they also posses very imaginative creative mind that could inspires other people

🎋Moon/ Mercury have an internal need to express their feelings through their voice they are very emotionally intelligent and speak with their heart. They have a hard time taking critique and will voice their opinions whenever they feel like it

🎋Lilith /Mars in Pisces woman can be a unknown sugar baby or trad wife placement since they use illusion, charm and fantasy to get what they want (if they play smart and don’t get carried away)

🎋7th house in the 4th can show an family arrangement marrige or both peoples family being heavily involved in their marriage/ engagement

🎋Pluto/8th house synastry/Composite makes for an unforgettable relationship especially if both people have it. The separation is very painful and takes time to heal

🎋Saturn/ Pluto in the 6th house need to take care of their health, body, routine more than the average person, if not they will have to face harsh consequences

🎋Cancer mixed Leo Placements gives either a neutral balanced personality or drama queen they embody the most authentic expression off themselves and won’t hide for anything and anybody #period

🎋Venus in the 10th has a similar effect as Venus in the 1st house

🎋Venus/ Chiron hard aspects can usually show cheating and betrayal in a chart

Venus conjunct Chiron = being cheated on

Venus square Chiron = being the cheater

Venus opposite Chiron = vise versa

(Pls take it with a grain of salt, it doesn’t have to apply to you)

🎋People with harmonious aspected moons are emotionally stable and regulated, empathetic and understand people needs and emotionall nature

🎋People with Harmonious aspected Jupiter carry a sunshine energy everywhere they go and attract plenty people and opportunities towards them -> positive optimistic mindset -> Luck 🍀

🎋Aries mixed Cancer Placements = unhinged crash- out, impatient, anger issues, very loyal and protective, uncontrollable emotions, lovely and nice to the people that are close to them

🎋Libra mixed Virgo Placements = fashionista, life style influencers, perfectionist, good cooks, enjoy finer things with an hint of detail and excellent observation skills, a bit judgmental, very very very helpful people

🎋Scorpio mixed Virgo Placements = psychotic (just joking 😂), natural detectives and truth seekers, extremely intelligent people, literally know everything, extreme control issues and can be obsessive and a bit creepy when they like somebody, once trust is gained they are number one supporters for life

🎋Gemini mixed Capricorn Placements = Aloof (weirdly give Aquarius or Virgo vibes?) , Logical thinkers, like to think outside the box , can also be very responsible, less inclined to open up about emotions and would rather joke about them. Less lighthearted but also less serious, truthful and honest people

Thx for reading 🫶🏽

•~Milly~•

#astro notes #astro observations #astrology #astro community #astro placements #astro posts #astroloji #astroblr #astro thoughts

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satoruined · 11 days ago

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in which the strongest sorcerer asks you out on a date.

GOJO SATORU arrives twenty-three minutes late to a meeting he insisted on scheduling.

the higher-ups are dialed in already, projected in harsh pixels across the briefing room’s high wall screen. utahime is mid-sentence, explaining some strained cluster of regional curses in hokkaido, when the door slams open and in comes the strongest sorcerer—radiant and unapologetic, his polished black dress shoes clicking against the tile.

“apologies,” gojo announces cheerfully, breezing past protocol, posture, and of course, shame. “had a very important meeting with someone extremely high up.”

“with who?” you ask with a raised brow. he lifts a paper bag. it reads croissant croissant in cursive.

“myself,” he replies, dropping into the seat beside yours.

“took me out for breakfast. because self-love is the foundation of any healthy workplace environment.”

utahime looks like she’s on the verge of rupturing a blood vessel. shifting slightly in your chair, you angle your head without turning it fully, and murmur behind the shield of one hand, voice pitched low enough not to carry:

“…are those mochi socks you’re wearing?”

staring straight ahead, gojo lifts the hem of his tailored slacks a fraction, revealing a flash of pale fabric: pink, round-faced mochi with arms. one is holding a flag. he wiggles his ankle.

“business casual,”

the meeting drags on, a mire of mismanaged exorcisms and pressure from the kyoto school. gojo contributes nothing except red sharpie doodles in the margins of a terrain map—one of which is labeled “enemy base” and drawn to resemble a cat.

afterward, the other staff shuffle out in varying degrees of exasperation. only two remain. one out of obligation. the other… out of reasons unknown.

“you really skipped half the briefing for croissants,” you quip.

gojo shrugs, unrepentant. “i invited you. but you didn’t come.” he adds, with a pout.

“no you didn’t.”

he looks genuinely offended. “i thought about inviting you telepathically. didn’t you get the memo?”

your brow lifts.

“fine,” he concedes, mock-humbled. “next time i’ll text you. with my phone…so cold, so impersonal.”

the corner of your mouth twitches despite yourself. “what, and ruin your reputation for spontaneous irresponsibility?”

he grins. finishes the pastry slowly, more contemplative than usual, and flicks the crumb off his thumb like he’s stalling.

then, offhand: “you free now?”

“for what?”

“coffee. with me. ideally somewhere you won’t start quoting the handbook at me.”

“you’re on thin ice, gojo satoru.”

“…emotionally or professionally?”

“both.”

the smile he gives isn’t his usual one. not the cocky, lopsided smirk meant to provoke. you decide you like this version better.

“shall we?”

“now?”

“before i disappear again. i know how much you miss me when i’m gone.”

you give him a look.

he adds, a beat softer, “c’mon, my treat. i’m being generous. open-hearted. warm. lovable.”

“lovable?”

“undeniably,” he says, rising to his full height.

“but i’ll let you pretend otherwise, if it helps you sleep.” he waits for you at the door, hands tucked in his pockets, head tilted as if he’s already mentally elsewhere—but his eyes under the blindfold never leave you. not until you move.

and when you do, he falls into step beside you, quiet for once. he’s decided—for reasons you’ll never get him to explain—that this afternoon is his to waste with you.

#𝐉. ★#五條悟 — gojo satoru #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru fluff #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo fluff

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weeping4days · 1 month ago

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Sweet baby — E.prentiss

When Emily comes to you about wanting to start a family, she makes it hard to say no.

genre: smut (18+)

Warnings: no use of y/n established relationship, porn with plot, breeding kink, pet names (sweet baby, baby, and lmk if I missed others), oral(r!receiving), overstimulation, biting, a hint of exhibitionism, Hotch and jack mention, jj and will mention, pregnancy and marriage talk, and fluff

word count: unknown, I just let the wind tell me when to stop.

A/N: This is my first fic, and I plan to write more! Please tell me what I could do to be better. Enjoy! (And yes I know you cannot get pregnant by a strap it’s just my whoremoans took over)

You have had your fair share of dealing with children. You had made your way through college by babysitting, and when you joined the team, you would help Hotch out with Jack whenever his aunt couldn’t after that whole Reaper situation , and you would also watch Henry for JJ and Will when they would go on dates, so you were well educated in childcare and how to deal with children, and you can’t deny it, you do want kids; it’s just your job can’t quite give you that freedom. So you had pushed it away and lived throughout your friends, and that was fine until now you started to see how it affected Emily. You know that Emily wants kids; she just hadn’t come to you about it yet, and honestly, you were scared for her ask, not knowing if it would put a strain on your relationship or not. And again, it’s not that you don’t want kids; it’s just you don’t want to have to choose or have Emily choose between you or the job.

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It had been a long day. You had offered a while ago that you and Emily watch Henry overnight to give JJ and Will some really needed alone time, and the whole time that Henry was there you could just feel Emily’s eyes on you. She was watching the way you interacted with him, the way you made sure he was okay when he almost fell off the swings at the park, and when you two were begging to go get ice cream all she could do was just stare at you and give in. She looked at you with a hint of sadness and hope, hope that this could someday be yours. Once you got home and tucked Henry in, you walked into the kitchen and saw Emily leaning against the counter.

“Is he asleep?” She looked over at you. “Out like a light,” you said back to her, walking over to the counter. Placing your hands on her face, you gave a soft smile when you saw her lean into your touch. “You okay?” You questioned. She gave you a small nod in response. “Just exhausted,” she smiled back at you. “Wanna go lay down?” You tilted your head. “Yeah, you go on. I have to finish something up,” she gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips. You hummed in response, then walked into your shared room and went off to sleep.

The morning came quickly. You and Emily had to go drop Henry off with JJ and Will after you guys got breakfast, and on the way back home, Emily hand kept stroking your thigh. She didn’t say anything and just kept touching you, and you didn’t mind it at all. Were you confused where this sudden neediness came from? Yes. Did you complain? No.

Once you got back home, you plopped down on the couch and sighed, your dress hiking up your thigh. You could hear a small groan come from Emily. You sat up slightly and furrowed your brow. “You okay?” You tilted your head, trying to read her face, but her expression was unknowingly.

“I want you to have my baby,” she bit her lip looking at you. “Em…” you managed to whisper out. “Don’t— say anything, just….wait,” she stuttered out before going into her study. You gave her a puzzled look when you saw her come out with a box. Emily came over to the couch and sat beside you. “Hear me out, please,” you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at her. She opened the box and revealed everything one by one. It started off with a dildo and a harness, the dildo being identical to her skin tone. None of that surprised you until she pulled out the liquid and control for the dildo.

You looked up at her, feeling your arousal build up. She looked at you and then back at the items on the table.

“Listen—I’ve done the research and this is completely safe. I’ve even talked to doctors,” she stammered out, rubbing small reassuring circles on your knee cap. “How…how long have you been researching this?” you sat up fully now. “Three months,” she said, a sheepish expression painted her face. You could feel your cheeks getting hot. Three whole months, maybe even longer, definitely longer than three months, but that’s not the point. Three months she’s spent thinking about filling you up, creating a life with you, and who were you to deny her that pleasure that she’s so desperately longed for? You couldn’t say no, not when she looked at you like that. You let out a soft moan when you looked back at the table then her. She looked like she was scared of what you were going to say, but her expression quickly changed when she saw you lift your hips to pull down your underwear. Her mouth went agape, letting out a soft whimper when she saw your slick, sweet arousal. You moved back more on the couch and opened your legs wider, tilting your head and biting your lip. “Don’t just stare, Emily, do something,” you smirked when you saw her scramble to get between your legs, pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh and dragging her middle finger through your folds. You silently prayed to yourself that the people in the apartment next to you weren’t home. Emily didn’t waste any time diving into you, drinking you in, and taking in your moans and praises.

And just as much as she wanted to stuff you full of her cum, she also wanted to taste you and make you feel good. Besides, pregnancies take better when the partner has an orgasm first, right? Emily gripped onto your thighs like it was the only thing that could keep her grounded to Earth. She ate you like she were a starved sinner at Communion, and you were her salvation that she didn’t know she needed. Her fingers slipped in and out of you as she sucked on your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching you, and Emily could tell by the way your thighs started to shake and how loud your moans started to get. It’s like the whole thing felt better because you knew what was coming (pun intended). You knew you were about to be full of her, and the thought of that alone pushed you over the edge. You came with your thighs clenching around her head and with a loud, almost like out of a shitty porno, moan. But she didn’t let up there. She fingered fucked you through it until it became too much. “E-emmy—hah—it’s too—fuck,” your back arched. “Much,” you managed to whimper out. She gave a scolding tut and hummed, “I’m sorry, baby. I just wanna get this pretty pussy ready.” You clenched around her fingers from her sweet words, her voice dripping onto you like honey. She grinned when she felt you around her fingers. “You like that, huh? Me filling this pussy up with my cum.” She took her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and sucking on them and moaning at the taste of your slick on her tongue. You leaned back on the couch to rest for a moment before your ears perked up when you heard the sound of Emily shedding her pants and replacing them with the harness. And might you say—it was the sexiest thing ever. You’ve used straps before, but you’ve never seen her put it on. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight before you. You start to think that you should probably send an edible arrangement to your neighbors as an apology for the sounds they’re about to hear, and the old couple (bless their hearts) in the apartment across the fountain for the show they’re about to see if they look up and see into your window.

Emily smirks and gets back onto the couch and hovers over you, swiping the tip through your folds.

“I’m gonna stuff this pretty pussy full,” her sultry voice going straight to your core. You bucked your hips in response. “Don’t tease, ple—hah!” You cut yourself off with a moan when you felt Emily snap her hips into you. Her head dipping into the crook of your neck, whispering dirty things in your ear. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good, baby.” “Taking me so well, ‘m gonna make you a mommy.” You moaned louder at her sweet words. “Oh? You like that, huh, my sweet baby? Likes the thought of getting filled?” She taunted, and all you could do was nod. Your incoherent words echoing off the walls along with the sounds of the wetness and skin slapping. And you’re about 99 percent sure that Emily is close to coming untouched. You can hear it in her moans and the way her hips are stuttering. You snake your hand up her shirt to rub her nipples through your fingers.

“Gonna cum,” she whimpered straight into your ear. You took your other free hand and pushed her closer into your neck. “Yeah? Wanna cum for me?” You whimpered out, locking your legs around her waist. She thrusted a few more times before her fingers scrambled to press that button that makes both of your dreams come true. You and Emily came together, and you came for the second time today with your head thrown back and back arching off the couch as you felt Emily spill inside of you. You were only given a few seconds to collect yourself before you felt Emily quickly pull out and get back on her knees to watch her “seed” spill out of you. She watched in awe, her pupils blown, and she acted as if her mind had lost all sense before plunging her digits back inside of you. She started saying soft sorrys when she saw how you hissed at the contact.

“Sorry, baby. Gotta make sure none of this goes to waste,” she layed her head on your thigh whilst pumping her fingers back inside until you were begging and squirming from overstimulation.

“Hah—Emily” you whined out her name, hips bucking involuntarily, tears starting to flow down your face. “I know, I know, just give me one more baby can you do that?” she murmured. Pleasure started to cloud your mind from the fact that her fingers were hitting that spongy spot inside. Emily placed soft kisses on your thigh then moved higher to bite you. You hissed from the contact but cut yourself off with a moan when you feel your orgasm wash over you. You shuddered from the loss of contact once she pulls her fingers out. You lean back against the couch and wait for her return.

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You were lying on Emily’s chest in your bed. She was drawing small circles on your back, a comforting silence taking over your apartment.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Emily whispered. You raised an eyebrow and lifted your head off her chest. “What part? You said a lot.” Emily playfully sighed and propped herself up on her shoulders. “Wanting a baby with you.” You blinked and rolled off her. “We’re not even married, Emily.” You tilted your head and gave a pout. She sat up fully on the bed. “And what about our jobs? And don’t you dare say that I could quit.” You shot her a stern but somewhat playful glare. She grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly. “I’ve already devoted three years of my life to you, and I promise to never stop. If you want a ring, we can get a ring. If you want a wedding in Rossi’s backyard, we can do it. If you want to go to the courthouse right now and get married, I’ll get our shoes and we can go—“ She looked at you, putting her hand on your cheek, brushing her thumb against your lips. “We can go right now because I want this.” She dragged you on top of her, placing her hands on your waist. “I want you, all of you. I want it now and forever.” Her face was soft. Her eyes started to get teary. You grabbed her hand and locked it with yours, starting to feel your own tears build up. You weren’t crying out of sadness. It was out of love and joy. “Yeah? You mean that? You’ll give me a ring?” Your voice was soft, almost meek. “Anything you want, it’s yours. Even if we don’t have a baby, I’m yours.” Your breath hitched. You moved her hands to your thigh and leaned down closer to her ear. “You know what I want?” Your tone switched from soft to seductive. “What?” Her hands wandered up and down your thighs.

“I think we should try again.” You grabbed her face and kissed her. It was no surprise when five weeks later the pregnancy test came out positive.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss smut #bau team #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss x reader #wlw #wlw fanfic

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emacrow · 11 months ago

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The reborned Kronos and her overprotective baby that the Justice league haven't figured out how to calm down.

Especially when the angry head of the Cultists who were around the sacrifice alter in a circle started shouting at one on the left, which caused the lil baby clinging to Kronos newly form female body to stiffen up and wailed, causing the large glowing spike of ice to emerged and quickly freezes every single one of the cultists.

Martian man has confirmed that Kronos is going through a Major psychic backlash to even move or even speak, point that just taking a peak in her mind, gave Martian man a near concussion from the emotional sensitivity overload and several hundreds of whispering self reflecting thoughts cluttering her consciousness.

The Justice League and the Dark Justice are trying to figure out how to get close to Kronos and her screaming bloody murder child without going through what the cultists went through, especially when the Frozen ice was still spreading slowly widening.

Shazam is going through the worst-case headaches as several voices were screaming, yelling at him to destroy the Mad Time God while Two sounded like they eating popcorn and enjoying the drama. Constantine was about to suggest something until a unknown voice that sounded hoarses spoke.

"...Danny..."

That when the Flash rather quickly saw Kronos's hands twitch. Motioning the other heroes as they all began to watch and wait as Kronos slowly bringing the baby closer to her chest.

"..World is covered by our trails, Scars we cover up with paint.... I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child, , Darker times will come and go..... Times you need to see her smile and mothers' hands are warm.... When a human strokes your skin,That is when you let them in, I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul, with a childlike soul.." Kronos whispered softly to the wailing baby that was slowly calming down. Superman can hear the lullaby even if he couldn't understand what she was saying to the child.

"...it's been a long while I'd entertained the living." Kronos said in a rich soothing voice as she had slowly open her eyes revealing a mesmerizing deep purple color with what seem to be a tiny thousands of clock gears ticking surrounding her pupil, turning to justice league

Part 1 << >> Part 3

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp #danny is the ghost king #de aged danny #kronos is now a women #Aurora song references #the justice league is shooken #Danny is scared until he not anymore #cause his ghost dad is here #kronos pateranl instincts turn into maternal instinct #don't fuck with his child and he won't destroy your very existence into dust in every timeline

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puppybei · 4 months ago

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Unsaid Dreams

Chapter 3 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: none for now except that Reader is a mother, called mumma/momma, Hana is six years old, Toji being a warning of his own, small mention of pregnancy, Tojis past being discussed, Sukuna pov!!! Finally, assasination mentions, pregnancy cravings mentions, Uraume pronouns being they/them, Sukuna curses,

Word count: 1.7k

Sukuna swirls the ice around in his glass, beer sloshing against the edges. The first two buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the smooth planes of his muscled chest. He would rather be anywhere but stuck in the bars of one of his definitely-not-legal businesses.

The dim lights flickered around him, casting shadows on his cheekbones. Sukuna leans back in the booth, manspreading with a smirk when he sees Toji come over,

“Y’know Uraume heard something real interesting yesterday,”

Sukuna took a swig of his drink as Toji sat down, glaring at him above the rim of the glass. Toji opened his mouth to explain but Sukuna started again,

“They said on a collection that was supposed to take you just three hours, took you five, and then some more,”

Toji poured cheap whiskey into his own glas, setting his arm on the back of the booth seats and taking a long sip,

“The kid wanted something, it’s none of your business Ryomen.”

The taller male’s jaw clenched and he bit his cheek in order not to say something snarky in return,

“Whatever I don’t care about that,”

The pink haired man set the glass down, leaning his forearms on the cheap table that rattled against his weight ,

“I need you to talk to your old boss for me- what’s his name again? That Korean guy,”

Toji raised an eyebrow, setting down his glass after taking a small sip, after all he had to drive back and no way he was getting pulled over for a dui.

“Shiu Kong? Why you got someone you needa kill? I can always do that”

Sukuna scoffed, calling a waiter over for a new bottle of whiskey a pointed glare shot at Toji who finished the previous bottle.

“No more blood on your hands Fushiguro, you swore to your wife, remember? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten her already,”

The fact that Sukuna was his employer and the only one willing to take him after Toji broke down was the only thing stopping him from getting into a bar fight with the man across the table.

“Shut it Sukuna. I’ll send over Shiu’s contact to you.”

Toji glanced off to the side, entertaining himself with how wild Sukuna would go if he were to drop the information about the kid and you, chuckling to himself at the creativity of his own imagination.

A vein throbbed in Sukuna’s forehead at the sound of Tojis breathy laugh, barking at him to get out and to stop wasting his money and time. The raven haired man leaves without a second thought, thanking Sukuna sarcastically for the drinks and swiping the rest of the whiskey off the table before leaving Sukuna alone again.

The men had been friends since high school, meeting each other in an alleyway fight where the Sukuna family’s rivals had picked up a fight with the cursed man. Toji had his back when he stumbled upon the scene after running away from his own household and they had formed a kind of camaraderie.

Though when Toji started his assassin days, Sukuna lost touch with him, calling him only for the every odd job here and there for his more illegal ventures in business. After all, as the heir to the KOC corporation, anything but a clean record would have ruined his chances at inheritance.

And after Toji lost his wife, the CEO immediately offered him a job in the company, helping him pick back the pieces of his life and take care of Megumi. Well Sukuna couldn’t really help it, not with his annoying nephew Yuji who took an immediate liking to the depressing brat Megumi.

The dual haired secretary that Sukuna hired when you both had first started officially dating was always your favourite among all of Sukuna’s employees.

But now standing in front of you with a carefully crafted expression as they failed to hide the shock at seeing the mini-Sukuna, you weren’t so sure if your notions still held true.

They held their hands infront of them, the long sleeves of their clothing covering their hands, you always wondered why Sukuna made an exception for Uraume when everyone else was help to strict standards,

“I take that is Sukuna-sama…I came here when I received report of Fushiguro… to think I’d witness this…”

Uraume’s voice shook slightly, the suprise evident in their voice. Your mind wandered for a second, they were always a good cook and you fought your toughest pregnancy cravings against their cooking.

You let Hana down from your arms, the bakery had been closed today, you wanted to take a break and go to the amusement park which Hana had been whining about.

“Are you going to tell him? Can it wait till later then? I have to go out now.”

You sigh watching Hana hug your knee with a pouty face, pestering you to just leave already. You took a glance at the clock, you had decided going a bit earlier in the morning would mean you would be able to come back before lunch rush where Fumiko would handle the rest but with Uraume’s unexpected visit those plans had been derailed.

Speaking of the devil, they were just standing there’s and observing the pair of you, squinting at Hana.

“I will wait until the end of today.”

With that Uraume left a card, Sukuna’s new number. You froze for a second, pocketing the card trying not to show how much it affected you.

“I’ll see you around Uraume..”

Hana was picked up back into your arms where she rested her head on your shoulder, her small bag straps digging into your arms. You patted Uraume’s shoulder with your free hand, watching them leave and get into the company issued car with a tight set mouth.

Hana patted your back when you finally let out a sigh of relief, smiling at you when you reassured her in return.

“Let’s go okay?”

Making the decision to visit the amusement park in the morning had to be one of the best ones you made. They were barely any people around, just the few parents with their younger children here and there. Hana held your hand as she dragged you around, arrogance seeping from her whenever she beat you at a game, just like her father even though she never even met the man.

Infact you think you were more scared than the five year old in the all ages horror house. She was daring and courageous, you were grateful that those were the traits she inherited from her father and not his foul mouth.

Throughout the day you fiddled with the card in your pocket, Fumiko called and said that she would take care of the rush on her own and that you need not supervise her. You caved in when Hana also gave you her biggest puppy eyes, dragging you to an ice cream stand.

You both sat down on a nearby bench with the ice creams, one hand holding the cone and the other fiddling with the change as you tried to shove it back into your pocket. Unfortunately this was the exact moment when Sukuna’s card fell down, you bit your lip, pondering for a second before picking it back up.

It was a smooth black paper card, ridged at the ends. Sukuna’s name stood out in bold red letters, CEO of KOC put underneath strategically, followed by his business email and phone number. You flipped the card around to find nothing, chuckling to yourself and the you held the card between your fingers.

Sukuna would never design something like this, you knew him far too well to know he wouldn’t spend his precious time on something as useless as a paper card with his information. Your heart still swelled up with pride though, seems like the boy you met in high school had finally been polished into the man he wanted himself to be.

“Do you really want to become CEO Ryo? Or is it something you’re doing because your parents want you to?,”

The question is whispered into the quiet of the night, Sukuna’s arm wrapped snugly around your waist as you rested your head on his chest, playing with the chain on his neck. Sukuna’s breathing was heavy- heavy but comforting in the best possible way. It made you want to curl up into a ball and hide into his chest forever.

“When have I ever done something because someone else wanted me to? Heh. I’m going to fucking rule the stupid corporation.”

A rare crazed grin crossed Sukuna’s face and you poked the ends of his smile with your index, smiling back at him as he chuckled, grabbing your wrist in his palm,

“Don’t test your luck brat,”

You giggled in response, Sukuna would never truly hurt you. Never has since you were kids and he never will, you know that his threats are just empty promises said to protect himself from vulnerability.

“Whatever Ryo, go back to sleep”

Sukuna grumbled, turning to his side and pulling you closer to his chest, one arm propped to rest your head against,

“G’nite to you too,”

He mumbled against your forehead, pressing almost the softest kisses onto your hairline.

Hana had finished her icecream by the time you finished taking a jog down memory lane and you gave up your own to satisfy her insatiable hunger with a smile on your face.

Whatever it takes for your baby girl to be happy. That’s what matters, not Sukuna’s money or fame or whatever fucked up part of the world he was still partaking in.

Sukuna watched people flit in and out of his bar, drinking to himself as women tried to approach him and he shrugged them off without a second though. Years later and you still haunt his life like some kind of cryptid ghost. Fuck Tojis wife had passed away and even that fucker could move on.

His attention was drawn to his phone not a second later, a photo Uraume sent of a woman’s back and a child in her arms that just looked too much like him. He slammed the cup down, almost choking on the cheap whiskey as his grip on the phone tightened.

He’d recognize you even if you were just a blurry figure in the background of someone’s image, oh and to hide this from him? Yeah. Good luck running away from him again.

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A/n: I really pushed this out last minute cuz I got a comment and that spurred me on heh, as always likes reblogs and comment appreciated!!!

Taglist: @lady-of-blossoms @shokosbunny @after-laughter-come-tears

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probablyasocialecologist · 5 months ago

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For years now, both Democratic and Republican administrations have used a little-known section of the Guantánamo Bay Naval base to detain migrants, primarily from the Caribbean. And due to the secrecy of the facility, known as the Guantánamo Migrant Operations Center (MOC), conditions at the facility are generally unknown. In the fall, Drop Site News published previously unreported details of the treatment of migrants at the MOC, the bureaucratic process of how migrants are detained, and the private prison companies profiting from the detention center. In August 2024, the Biden administration granted a private prison company a $163.4 million contract to run the facility. "For decades, the Guantanamo migrant detention center has been the hallmark of the most inhumane, racist, and brutal U.S. policies against people seeking refuge," said Jesse Franzblau, senior policy analyst with the National Immigrant Justice Center. "The Biden administration could have shut down the facility but tragically renewed and entered into new contracts to keep it up and running." Drop Site News revealed that the MOC can detain single adults, families, and unaccompanied children. Because the MOC is inside of a military base, migrants awaiting processing are transported in black out vans “with hand restraints and black out goggles to obscure their vision,” according to the documents obtained by Drop Site. Migrants also have limited communication with the outside world, with their few phone calls monitored for “restricted information,” including information about the navy base, the documents showed.

30 January 2025

#guantanamo bay #migrants #immigration #trump #ice #joe biden

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scoupsakakitty · 6 months ago

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One Shot Stories

S.coups:

More Than Friends angst, fluff

Silent Flames angst, fluff

The Edge Of Us angst, fluff

Front Row Hearts fluff

Under Pressure angst, fluff

Behind closed Doors angst, fluff

Next Chapter angst, fluff

A Rose for Every Regret fluff

Knock Knock angst

Silent Apologies angst, fluff

Lost In The Crowd angst, fluff

Cover Up angst, fluff

In the Moment angst

Jeonghan:

Cold Love angst, fluff

Snowflakes fluff

The Call fluff

Coffee Shop fluff

I Want You To Be Mine angst, fluff

Joshua:

Drowning in Us angst

Runway to my Heart fluff

Safe With You fluff

Jun:

Cherry Blossom fluff

Unexpected Reveal angst, fluff

By Your Side, Always fluff

Hoshi:

Five Years Apart fluff

Timing is Everything fluff

Beautiful angst, fluff

Beautiful pt.2 fluff

Wonwoo:

Secrets and Suspicions fluff, slightly seductive

It Was Always You angst, fluff

Before You Go angst, fluff

Every Night with You fluff

Woozi:

A Beat of Fate fluff

Learing to Care Again angst, fluff

The Secret Between Us angst, fluff

Public but Private fluff

Ten Years Too Late fluff

Mr.Producer fluff

Ruby fluff

DK:

Fan Letter fluff

Almost too Late angst, fluff

Morning Bliss fluff

Mingyu:

In the Spotlight fluff

Where Friendship Meets Fate fluff

More than Words fluff

Childhood Love fluff

Please Don‘t Leave Me angst

Please Don’t Leave Me pt.2 fluff

Like Cotton fluff

Like Cotton pt.2 fuff

Family Surprise fluff

Life With You fluff

Misunderstood Intentions angst, fluff

The8:

Safe in Your Arms angst, fluff

A little Life angst, fluff

Chasing The Unknown fluff

Seungkwan:

Flowers fluff

The Letter You Never Sent angst, fluff

Like Sunshine fluff

Vernon:

Misunderstanding angst, fluff

Unspoken Feelings fluff

Eyes on You fluff

Hidden Moments fluff

Burning Jealousy angst, fluff

Dino:

Closer Than Ever fluff

Meeting the Family fluff, slightly seductive

Lean and Strong fluff, male reader

Caught in the Firelight angst, fluff

Happy Birthday fluff

Say my Name angst, fluff

14th Member:

Under Pressure angst, fluff

Unspoken Tears angst, drama

Lean on Me fluff

Wingmen and Wings fluff, slight angst

Cold Love angst, fluff

Through the Storm angst, fluff

Distance Hurts angst, fluff

Seungcheol Approved fluff

Out of Reach angst

All Eyes on You fluff

Betrayal Under The Stage Lights angst

Betrayal Under The Stage Lights pt.2 fluff

Under Their Wings angst

Black Dress fluff

Sleepy Snuggles fluff

Standing Together angst, fluff

Lost & Found at 3 AM angst, fluff

Late-Night Secrets fluff

Late-Night Secrets pt.2 fluff

Intruder In The Dark angst

Signed With Worry angst, fluff

Operation: No Surgery angst, fluff

Breaking the Ice angst, fluff

Respect is Non-Negotiable angst, fluff

Secret Love fluff

The Fake Hickey Prank fluff

Ten Years Too Late fluff (woozi)

Love Languages fluff

Say my Name angst, fluff (dino)

Misunderstood Intentions angst, fluff (mingyu)

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carlosainzgf · 5 months ago

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A CHALLENGE

the salesman x fem!reader (smut)

warning: lowkey kidnapping and shit but not really but kinda idk, some knife play but just a little, this man needs a warning just for existing tbh

the subway station bustled with life, its fluorescent lights reflecting off cold tile walls. you leaned against a pillar, your arms crossed as you waited for the train. your eyes scanned the sea of strangers, unaware of the man approaching you, briefcase in hand.

“excuse me,” came a smooth, honeyed voice.

you looked up, startled by the mens polished appearance and confident smile. his tailored suit and immaculate grooming contrasted starkly with the chaos around them. “i couldn’t help but notice you,” he began, holding out a red and blue tile. “you seem like someone who likes a challenge. care for a game of ddakji?”

you glanced at him, your guard immediately up. “im fine, thanks.”

the man chuckled, pulling a red and blue tile from his briefcase. “not even for a chance to win some cash?” his tone was playful, but his sharp eyes never left yours, assessing every flicker of emotion on your face. your brows furrowed. “what’s the catch?”

“nothing too serious.” he knelt slightly, holding up the tiles like a magician revealing a trick. “we play ddakji. If you win, i’ll give you 100,000 won. if I win…” he paused, letting the moment stretch. “i get to slap you.”

your lips pressed into a thin line, your expression unimpressed. “you think I’m going to let you hit me? no thanks. i’ll pass.”

he chuckled, his smile never wavering. “not a fan of the classics, i see. alright, how about something more… engaging?”

you narrowed your eyes. “like?”

the recruiter’s eyes were gleaming with mischief. “you let me blindfold you, and I’ll trace something on your hand. if you can guess what it is, i’ll give you 100,000 won. if you can’t…” he let the sentence hang, his meaning clear in the loaded pause.

your heart skipped a beat, but you masked your unease with a smirk. “and what happens if I lose?”

“nothing too terrible.” his gaze lingered on your lips, his tone laced with something dark. “just a kiss. one you won’t forget.”

"…okay." you couldn’t deny the mans handsomeness. and you wouldn’t really mind kissing him so what’s the harm?

his smile widened, and it felt like you’d made a mistake.

the man reached into his briefcase, pulling out a thin, black blindfold. you hesitated for a moment as he gently placed the blindfold over your eyes, the world was plunged into darkness.

his hands were cold as ice, but surprisingly dexterous as he traced something onto your skin. you tried to concentrate, feeling the faint pressure of his fingertips as he moved across your skin, creating an unknown shape.

“any guesses?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

you tried to focus. your senses heightened in the absence of sight. the subway station's noises seemed distant and muffled, every other sensation overshadowed by the tickling of the pen across your hand.

"it feels like...a heart..." you guessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

the man let out a warm chuckle, his breath brushing against her skin.

"very good," he praised, but there was a predatory edge to his voice now, like he'd just won more than a game. "see? It wasn't so hard, was it?" he placed the stack of money in your hand, the blindfold still securely in place. "now, are you brave enough for one more challenge?"

you swallowed heavily, your hesitation evident in the silence. your curiosity mingled with a hint of dread, a shiver running down you spine.

"what kind of challenge?" you asked, your voice cracking slightly.

"a harmless one," he assured, his tone oozing with a hint of mockery. "just another guessing game. i’ll ask a few questions, and if you answer truthfully, i'll give you the money. but if I catch you lying..." his voice trailed off.

"what happens if you catch me lying?" you asked tentatively, your heart hammering against her chest.

"well," the man replied, a touch of amusement in his tone. "you'll owe me more than just a kiss.”

you could almost picture his sly grin, the thrill of uncertainty and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"...fine. ask your question," you finally conceded, your voice steady despite your nervousness

"good." he sounded pleased with your compliance. "set's start small first. why are you waiting for a train this late at night?” his tone remained light and casual, almost lulling her into a false sense of comfort.

“i had to work and extra shift for money so i got off work late.”

"you must really need the money," the recruiter commented, his voice dripping with a subtle taunt. "working late and playing games with strangers to earn some money. desperation can be quite the motivator, can't it?"

he lingered on the word 'desperation', his tone laden with sinister implications.

your lips pressed together in a fine line, jaw clenching. his words stung, the truth lancing your pride. this man clearly enjoyed toying with your vulnerability. but you didn't allow yourself to react, keeping your guard up. "what's your next question?"

"are you alone right now? anyone waiting for you at home?" he asked, his tone shifting into something softer, almost sympathetic.

there was something almost...calculating about the way he asked. like he was gathering information about you for a reason. the kindness almost veiled an ulterior motive.

you hesitated, your instinct telling you not to give too much away. you didn’t really believe his ability to catch you lying so you took your chance. "my roommate is expecting me."

the man didn't reply immediately, and when he spoke again, his voice was almost a whisper. "i don’t believe you.” your breath caught up in your throat. “i told you i’ll catch you if you lied, beautiful."

a shiver went down your spine at the dark undertone in his voice. his words, delivered with a chilling gentleness, held an undeniable threat.

a moment of tense silence lingered before he spoke again, his tone almost mocking.

"you should know better than to lie. now, I suggest you answer my question truthfully. unless you're in the mood for a different kind of punishment?"

you trembled under the weight of his thinly veiled threat. your mind raced with possibilities, terror mixing with the lingering hope that he was just a madman with silly tricks.

"i..." you began, your voice cracking slightly. "im not lying."

the man's silence was almost suffocating, the tension in the air palpable as you awaited his response.

finally, he spoke, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and dark intent. "oh, but you are lying."

he paused, letting the silence stretch and your anticipation grow. "rules are rules, sweetheart. you may have a quick tongue and a pretty face, but it won't protect you from the consequences of your actions."

he shuffled closer. "i don't like liars. but I have a soft spot for pretty ones."

his voice was closer now, almost a whisper against your ear as he spoke, his breath tickling against your skin.

"so i'll be gentle with you."

a shiver of anticipation and fear ran down your spine at his proximity. his breath against your ear sent a chill through you, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. you could almost picture his smirk, the sadistic pleasure he derived from your predicament.

his promise of 'being gentle' was devoid of any reassurance, instead sounding more like a veiled threat of something much darker lurking beneath his words.

that’s how you found yourself in his apartment, still blindfolded.

he led you into the dimly lit apartment, the sound of the door clicking shut echoed behind you, sealing you into the unknown. fear and uncertainty clawed at your senses, heightened by the blindfold that kept you in the dark.

he led you to a couch, his grip firm but not tight, as if he was guiding a prized possession.

"sit." he instructed, his voice almost silky.

you heard some clinking noise before he came back to you, standing infront of you. you felt a sharp, cold object caress your skin making you gasp. a knife. he moved it from your arm, to your chest, to your neck then up to your chin lifting your head up.

he slowly lifted the blindfold up with the tip of the knife. you blinked, adjusting to the dim light of the room, and your breath caught in your throat as you found yourself locked in the intense gaze of him.

a smirk played on his lips, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, as if the knife in his hand held the power to determine your fate. there was an undeniable charm to him, his confidence and control only adding to the tension.

the blade of the knife gently kept your chin up, the cool metal like a gentle but menacing caress against your skin.

the cold edge a stark of the knife contrasted against your heated face. "you're a beauty, aren't you?" he mused

the blade lingered at the hollow of your throat, the threat not quite masked by the hint of playfulness in his tone. "tell me, what's your name?”

he hummed and said your named out loud when you told him, like he was testing how it sounded from his lips.

“so here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. im gonna fuck you. ‘m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to lie ever again. and don’t even think about screaming or asking for help, no one will hear you. or if you try to somehow hurt me to make me stop…” he stopped to lift the knife from your chin and look at it. “i’ll kill you. with this very knife. okay, beautiful?”

you just nodded with wide eyes, too scared to talk.

“perfect.”

then he kissed you. with such kindness it almost made you forget that he just threatened to kill you.

he pulls away to get a look at your face but wastes no time to get back to your lips. this kiss is nothing like the first. it’s filthier, rawer. a near feral thing, all teeth and tongue, a surge of hunger and need that borders on violence.

his teeth catch your bottom lip, pulling just hard enough to make you gasp. he takes advantage of it, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to slide against yours with wet, messy desperation, like he’s trying to claim every inch of you.

his hands roam the soft curves of your body, rough and insistent, like he can’t pick where he wants to touch first.

you’re moving before you even realize it. he picks you up and places you on his lap to sit himself down onto the couch. using his strength to manhandle you until your thighs are spread wide on either side of his lap.

you make a displeased sound, but it’s undermined when his wandering lips finds your neck to start nibbling on it. his hands find a home on your hips, one slipping beneath your shirt to press against the soft skin of your stomach.

he slides a finger over your clothed cunt, eliciting a small moan from you. hooking his fingers under the waistband of your skirt, he yanks your skirt and panties down your legs.

your bare, throbbing cunt rubbing against the crotch of his pants. he tuts lightly into your neck as you instinctively buck against him. “such a slut. so wet for me. for the man who could kill you at any given moment.”

he pushes your shirt and bra down just enough to get your breasts out. taking one of your heaving tits in his hand, the other goes into his mouth—his teeth scraping over your nipple. He bites the pebbled flesh, sucks it and bites it while he rolls the other peak in between his thumb and index finger. “oh fuck,” you gasp.

releasing your breast with a wet pop he unbelts himself and unbuttons his pants to release himself. his cock rested on his boxers, a small patch of wetness decorating the white cloth.

he held your hand and guided to the hem of his boxers, signaling you to take it off. you do as he wished. you pulled the fabric down just enough to free his dick. it flicked out and hit his abdomen. the tip red and leaking with precum. with your hand still in his, he made you hold the base of his length and moved it up and down, hand in hand.

you worked on his cock as he guided you. he throbbed in your hand, “y’feel that? feel what you fuckin’ do to me?”

he grunted as you pumped his length in you little hand. his hands found their way to your pussy. he spread your wetness on your lips and played with your clit making you moan.

“sir!” you didn’t know his name so you just blurted out what you could think of in your dizzy state.

“what did you just call me?”

“…s-sir” you answered with a shaky voice, afraid of what he might do.

with a smack landing on the flesh of your ass he lined himself up with your slit before showing himself in you, alerting you and causing you to jolt but he grabbed both of your arms, holding you in place as he thrusted himself up to you with a moan.

he held a firm grip on your wrist ,as he held them behind your back, as he pistoled his pelvis into you making you cry out.

“yeah, baby, that feel good?” you nod, “mhm.” he pulls you by your hair, “what’s that?” your head was so fuzzy, all you could feel was his fat cock kissing your cervix. “ye-yes, sir. feels so good.” you manage out.

you could feel yourself soaking the patch of hair before his cock. he suddenly flips you over, landing on you hand and knees, holding yourself up. he wasted no time to shove himself back into you. his heavy balls slapped against your sensitive nub, causing your legs to quiver. a tear streamed down your face. the pleasure, the pain, the weight of his body was all so overwhelming.

you sniffle as more single tears fall. “shhh, oh sweet girl.” he cooed. his arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand reached to tangle his hand un your hair and the other holding his hand on your waist. he pulled you up by your hair, your back against his chest, and bit into your neck making you yelp. he placed a kiss over the bite mark to soothe away the pain, his lips warm over the bruised skin.

his hips continued slapping against your own as your stomach started to fill up with warmth. he could tell you were close as you clenched around his dick. “gonna cum,” you moaned.

he stopped moving suddenly to spank you. the weight of his hand landing on your ass, harshly, leaving a red hand mark over your skin making you let out a sound. a mixture of a moan and a scream. “if you wanna come…you’re gonna need to ask nicely. where are your manners?”

“‘m sorry! please let me cum sir! i need it! p-please…” his hips started moving again, pleased by your begging. he held you still by hugging you at your waist as he snapped himself up at you. the obscene sound of your squelching pussy and his invading cock fills the room, and you start to feel light-headed. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arching against his broad chest.

the tension snapped inside you, your orgasm hitting you like a wave, your body convulsing around his cock as you cried out with pleasure. his hand found your neck as he felt you spasming around him. with the intensity of your orgasm and his grip on your neck you felt lightheaded.

his cock pulsing as he felt your breaths get less and less visible as you slowly blacked out, he came hard, filling you with his cum.

slowly, he pulled out making you collapse onto the couch as he let you go of his hold. his cum already starting to drip from your swollen pussy, and he watched with satisfaction, his hand sliding down to push his seeping cum back into your pulsating pussy.

he then slapped you a few times to get you back to consciousness. when you opened your eyes his eyes met yours once again, full of hunger.

“im not done with you just yet, beautiful.”

#squid game fanfiction #the salesman x reader #the salesman #the recruiter #fanfic #kang dae ho x reader #dae ho x reader #squid game smut #thanos smut #gong yoo #gyeong seok x reader #kang dae ho #dae ho smut #dae ho squid game #the salesman smut

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azzifuddfanpage · 6 months ago

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only like myself when I’m with you.

guys I made the executive decision to try and write a pazzi fic in one sitting and I literally almost just died I don’t know how you all do it but here we go

5.2k words 😭 like i literally feel dead.

Let me know how i did tho this is my first one and please give me feedback. Also I edited as I go and got a lil tired by the end

theme: friends to lovers

tw: smut at the end. Most of the story isn’t so if u don’t like it stop when u get to to the French fries being eaten it gets freaky 😛

2021

Paige walked into Ted’s, hair damp from her shower after a tough loss to notre dame.

She was frustrated with herself for how she played. She knew she should have put more shots up, regardless of her teammates consistent reassurance that she did everything she could, it wasn’t enough for her.

With Azzi hurt, she felt like there was a part of her that was missing on the court, and she didn’t feel herself. With no Azzi, there were no light taps on her back that sent shivers down her spine when she made her free throws, none of the gentle soft spoken whisper she would hear during the huddles. Her mistakes felt bigger. With Azzi hurt she felt a responsibility to take on her role in the court. If Azzi couldn’t play she felt like she needed to fill that gap, that role, and today she let her down.

As she walked through the doors she heard KK’s booming voice even before she saw them.

Paige unzipped her drawstring hoodie letting it fall off her shoulder revealing her black crop top under neath. She smoothly made her way over to the table, stopping to order a dirty Shirley from the bar and 2 shots of tequila.

“Paige!!” A voice yelled out coming from the table. Turning around from the bar with her tray of drinks she walked back towards her teammates.

“Where’s Azzi?” Paige asked, scanning the group noticing a hole where her curly haired best friend was.

“I think she was with the trainer after the game, she will probably be bye later.” Ice said, schooching over so Paige can squeeze in between her and Kk. Paige let out a sigh taking both the shots instead of leaving it for Azzi like she intended.

As much as she hated herself for it, but she needed to hear Azzi’s voice, to hear her tell her she didn’t play bad, that she was okay. Most of all she needed to tell Azzi how much she loved her, and how much she missed seeing her dimpled grin when she sunk a three, or seeing her cheer when paige scored off her. She felt like a burden, Azzi was out hurt with a knee sprain after just 3 games her freshman season, and would give anything to just touch the court again, while Paige needed her to tell her how she played.

Since they were on the USA team 4 years prior, they had an unmistakable bond. Defining the lines between friendship and something more was always a challenge for them.

Their title remained “Best-friends” to everyone else, teammates, coaches, family, fans, but both girls could tell the feelings ran deeper than they both realized. Touches lingering, snuggling up against each other. Paige even spending an entire month with her family where they kissed for the first time. Since then they continue to kiss each other, to touch each other- which they had convinced themselves was completely normal for best friends to do.

“She’s like my sister” Paige would tell slam magazine, along with herself, trying to assess what these unknown feelings were.

Friends that occasionally crossed the line was normal for their relationship, they were just a little closer than others that’s all. As much as she convinced herself of this, the sleepovers she would have with Azzi where they would share a kiss and cuddle up against each other, the tension in the air was thick.

Paige wanted nothing more than to stick her tongue down Azzi’s throat and kiss her until they couldn’t breathe. She wanted to go all the way. She wanted to make Azzi feel good in anyway she could, and craved Azzi’s touch more than anything, but fear stoped her.

As much as she knew Azzi loved her, and vice versa, there was no way of knowing how far she could take it. She has herself convinced she was straight. Her feelings for Azzi were simply platonic, which made no sense seeing as she wanted to literally f***.

But it was fine. She ignored the feelings. Her and Azzi were best friends, who yes kissed sometimes, but it was nothing more than that, she was almost positive that there were other friends that did that too.

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Azzi on the other hand felt just as conflicted. The kisses she shared with Paige in the safety of her room were the most seen she had ever felt. When she was with Paige she felt as though she was unstoppable. Nothing was wrong when she was with Paige, no injury mattered, no person, no coach, no team, no game. Her nights with Paige moved in slow motion, snuggled up against her skin she could hear her heart beating against her.

Azzi sometimes would push the limits, backing up into paige as they lay in bed together, hearing the shift in her breathing and the way her hands stiffened scared to touch her as if she was made of glass.

Azzi wanted nothing more than to lay with paige forever, to make her feel like the most special girl in the world.

Azzi knew the pressures of basketball better than anyone, she knew how much Paige put on her self, the weight of the entire team, especially now that she was injured. She hated that Paige would blame herself for losses, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her up and kiss every worry and doubt away from her, but they were just friends- best friends- who occasionally crossed the line.

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Paige pulled out her phone and pulled up Azzi’s contact checking her location. With the trainer as Ice said.

Paige wasn’t surprised. Azzi never gave up, if Azzi could spend every minute of the day in that rehab facility with the trainer she would if it meant she would be closer to playing again. It was one of the things Paige loved and hated about her. She knew she would need a break, but also knew Azzi was too stubborn to accept that until she was cleared by the doctor.

Paige put her phone back down trying to distract herself from the Azzi sized hole in her heart. She felt the tequila pumping through her blood, the music pounded in her head. Taking a sip of her Dirty Shirley she stood up with Kk and chose to sing (and absolutely butcher) some Sexyy Red.

An hour, 15 songs, 8 maraschino cherries, 3 shots, and 2 dirty Shirley’s later, Paige shakily made her way back to her seat feeling the effects of the alcohol in effect. She picked up her phone unable to hold back any longer

Me: AZZZZIIIII WYA👀👀👀

💗: I’m still with the trainer.

She had me use the cold tub for my knee, she said it would help with loosening the ligament.

Why?

Me: OMF HATE THE COLD TUB

miss u thats y

💗: I know it’s awful, but it’s good for u 💗

I miss u too paige, I’m almost done I have 20 minutes left,

where are u?

me: teds 😛

💗: why r u at teds? It’s literally 4 o’clock…

me: u saw the game, and we have tomorrow off.

Plus the whole team is here I’m not by myself.

Might as well be since ur not here tho

💗: paige u played well, it was a tough game don’t be so hard on urself.

Me: idec anymore, I can’t change what happened… but u can by coming and making me feel better 😼

💗: ur already drunk and it’s 4 o’clock paige omfg

Me: I’m not even drunk I just wanna be with u

💗: do I need to text ice and ask what u have had?

—-

Paige looks up from her phone and glances at ice and kk singing to drake

—-

Me: I don’t think u will get the response u are looking for 😁

💗: ugh paige, fine I’m coming to get u

Don’t drink anything else ur gonna be so sick tomorrow

Me: YES AZZI COME PLEASE 😫😫😫

actually make me come instead

💗: I’m not responding to that💗

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Putting down her phone Azzi got out of the tub.

As much as she didn’t want to admit, reading paige’s texts she wanted nothing more than to do just that and touch her until she screamed. But right now paige wasn’t thinking straight- literally.

Her only goal was to get to paige before she literally tried to come find Azzi on her own, which she had tried before.

—-

Paige on the other hand was very satisfied with herself for convincing Azzi to come, unfortunately not in the way she really wanted, but she would settle for this way.

Azzi’s message ringing in her ear vanished the second she saw the waiter bring out another dirty Shirley

“One more drink won’t do anything now, I’m already drunk.” She thought to herself allowing herself to indulge on the fruity beverage.

5 minutes later she was sucking up nothing but air through the straw. She sighed defeatedly, making her way over to Aubrey to see what she was drinking.

“I miss Azzi” paige slurred reaching for Aubrey’s sex on the beach.

“I can tell” Aubrey chuckled pulling her arm away, but paige was destined to have some more.

“She’s so pretty, don’t u think. It doesnt make any sense. I feel like she was literally a gift from god himself. No one deserves her.” Paige continued finally grasping onto the drink as a big tear rolled down her face.

Aubrey looked at her disheveled state and sighed.

“Aw paige, don’t cry, Azzi is pretty, and I think she will find someone really nice that will make her really happy some day! I think there is that kid in her accounting class that has a thing for her why don’t u try and set them up?”

“FUCK NO, Azzi is mine…” paige pauses sniffing in, “I want her, I love her, but what if I’m not enough for her. I want her to be happy she deserves to be with like a god or something idk… “ she trails off rubbing her eyes as tears dripped onto her lap.

Aubrey rubs her back awkwardly, not really knowing exactly what to say,

“Paige, azzi loves you more than anything in this world honestly. You see the way she looks at you? Like trust me ur not alone on that. Azzi would be lucky to have you!”

And just like that paige perks up, maybe it was the drinks, or the extra vote of confidence, or even just the mention of Azzi looking at her, she felt better.

Paige leans into Aubrey’s embrace and mumbles quietly.

“Paige what? Speak up I can’t hear u”

“I BEEN LOOSING FRIENDS AND FINDING PEACE BUT HONESTLY THAT SOUND LIKE A FAIR TRADE TO ME” she shouts singing along to the song in the background.

Aubrey just shakes her head laughing and mutters something about feeling bad for Azzi and watches as paige bounds back over to Kk and Ice.

Paige is downing two more shots when suddenly she hears her favorite laugh in the world.

She spins around so fast she knocks over KK’s drink

“Ugh, Girl boo” Kk shouts disgustedly shaking her head as paige races towards Azzi, stumbling, and getting knocked over by someone she ran into.

Getting herself back up, without even stopping, she continues to charge towards azzi, throwing herself at her.

“YOU CAME” she shouts

Azzi can smell the alcohol mixing with the lavender shampoo she used.

“Paige oh my fucking god ur actually hammered!” She says hugging paige back and holding her up for support.

“I feel totally fine Azzi” she slurs, but her body language says other wise as she feels her hands exploring Azzi’s body as she leans into her

“ I want you so bad” she whispers into her ear

Azzi shivers at her warm breath hot against her ear. She feels her cheeks redden…

“Paige you’re so drunk, come on you are cut off, let’s get you back home.” Azzi giggles while dragging her towards the door.

Paige didn’t argue, she just let Azzi pull her to the door. She didn’t care where she was as long as she was with Azzi.

Once they got to the car, Azzi glanced at her, Paige had a huge cheesy grin plastered on her face, but Azzi saw through it. The second the last bit of alcohol was out of her system, Azzi would be there to pick up the pieces and hold her while she continued to go over every second of the game an micro analyze every mistake she made.

Regardles, Azzi felt a small tug at the side of her mouth seeing paige this pure, even if it was because of the alcohol, knowing that her presence contributed to any of it was enough to fill her heart.

Azzi opened the door for her and stuffed her long limbs in before shutting the door.

As they drove Azzi could feel paige’s eyes on her. She would turn to look at her back and paige would immediately blush and giggle to herself.

Azzi laughed at her antics. Paige was acting as if she was in middle schoool, and Azzi couldn’t hide that she secretly liked all the innocent attention paige was showing her.

As they pulled up to paige’s dorms, Azzi lugged paige out of the car and brought her towards the door bringing her all the way up to her room all while paige babbled incessantly about random things.

Once they made there way to her room, Azzi sat her on the bed, but paige pulled her down on top of her.

Azzi tried to regain her balance but even drunk paige’s grip was firm on her arm. To be honest Azzi could have pushed her off if she really wanted to but a part of her enjoyed being on top of her…

They stayed there a second in silence.

Azzi’s beautiful face was enough to immediately sober Paige up.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful u are.” She slurred, releasing her grip off of Azzi’s arm and tracing her finger over her features slowly.

“You don’t have to Paige.” Azzi giggled at paige’s finger softly tracing over her face, outlining every freckle and crease in her skin.

“I want to tell you though” Paige pouts. “ I want to tell you every day. I wanna touch you like this every day.” She said proudly as she moved her arms pressing Azzi into a hug on top of her.

Azzi smiled warmly, but knew that paige was only saying this because she was drunk, whether she meant it or not, she was drunk.

Azzi sighed against her chest, ultimately wanting to lay there forever.

“You need to sleep this off, I’m gonna get you some water and advil ur gonna have the worst hangover of all time tomorrow.” Azzi remarked pushing herself off of Paige before she could grab her again.

Paige reached out her hands squeezing her fists together and releasing repeatedly like a child.

“ I want you to snuggle with me.” She pouts.

Azzi laughs at her childlike behavior.

“Paige baby you need to change first then I will come snuggle with you.”

Paige looked lazily up at her widening her big blue eyes pulling at Azzi’s shirt to sit herself up.

“I need help. Do it for me” she whispers leaning into Azzi still gripping her shirt.

Azzi gulps and feels her breath shift. Paige and her had changed infront of each other before but Azzi always made it a point to look away to give her privacy, but lately she has been realizing it was more for herself then for paige. If she looked at her once she may never stop.

The way paige was willingly giving herself to her so easily putting her arms over her head hinting for Azzi to take off her shirt, she remained eye contact with Azzi the entire time.

She watched as Azzi looked at her body. She watched the pink cover her cheeks as she pulled off her shirt. She noticed the way she avoided looking at her skin directly.

Azzi, out of respect, attempted to slide her shirt onto her without really looking.

“Uhm Azzi, you can look at me you know.”

Paige said teasingly smirking noticing Azzi’s face grow redder matching the team USA t-shirt she slid onto her.

Azzi attempted to laugh it off, quickly pulling off her shorts and pulling on a pair of green pj pants, but the tension hovered.

Paige pulled at her curls while Azzi fiddled with the draw of her pants trying to fix the tie that mysteriously got all tangled.

“If you wanted to take off my clothes you could have just asked…” paige trailed off smiling leaning in to smell Azzi’s hair.

Paige loved the way Azzi smelled, she always had, and always will. She could smell her coconut curl cream all the way to her vanilla shampoo.

Azzi’s smile deepened as paige ran her fingers through her hair.

“I promise I will be right back Paigey, I am gonna grab you some stuff and get you your tooth brush.” Azzi says walking towards the door before Paige has the chance to pull her back again.

“Pinky promise?” Paige whines.

“Yes I pinky promise Paige, I will be right back I swear.” Azzi replied finally leaving the blonde.

Azzi feels content, although Paige was drunk, she knew there was some level of truth to what she confessed to her.

The only doubt that crossed her mind was that Paige would not remember what she said tomorrow.

She tried to shrug off the doubt, paige’s future hangover was her main priority at the moment.

She had seen Paige drunk before but never like this, she had always been there to moderate her, but this time she hadn’t.

“Literally what would she do without me.” Azzi sighed with a smile.

After grabbing a water bottle, Gatorade, some Advil, and searching the entire apartment for snacks (ending up with half a bag of tru fru- thanks Kk), she walked back into the room slowly.

Peaking through the door Azzi saw Paige passed out on the bed her mouth slightly open.

Azzi had to stifle her own laugh as a string of drool trickled out of her open mouth.

Azzi grabbed her phone snapping a picture laughing to herself, before laying the supplies beside her and climbing into bed gently in hopes to not wake her.

Azzi wrapped her arms around paige and paige subconsciously snuggled up closer to her letting out a happy sigh.

Azzi couldn’t lie, there was no place she would rather be, she wished the circumstances were a bit different, but she had never been happier to be with Paige in bed. They had spent numerous nights together having little sleepovers, but to feel needed is to be loved, and that’s exactly how Azzi felt.

Paige has never felt more cared for by another person, than she did with Azzi.

Even though it was still early in the evening, like between 6 and 7 o’clock Azzi didn’t care. Paige needed her, so with Paige she would be.

Honestly if Azzi had a choice she would go to bed early every night if she could if it meant getting to be this close to Paige.

Paige on the other hand didn’t get much rest, waking up at 11 to run to the bathroom and throw up.

Azzi feeling the emptiness next to her immediately got up grabbed a blanket off of Paige’s bean bag chair and the water off her nightstand, following her into the bathroom and placed the blanket on her lap holding her hair back.

“I’m never drinking again.” Paige croaked leaning her forehead against Azzi’s shoulder.

“It’s okay Paigey, I’m here.” Azzi said soothingly rubbing her hand against her back.

Paige turned to look at her, eyes glazed, some of the alcohol still running through her veins.

“I love you so much Azzi.” She whispered.

“I love you too Pai-“ Paige cut her off before she could finish putting her finger to her lip.

“No I don’t just love you like before. I love you like I wanna be with you forever and ever. I love you because you would hang the moon for me.” Paige says softly.

Azzi is surprised by this, she doesn’t exactly know what to say. Paige still is surely drunk, but she doesn’t know just how drunk seeing as she has thrown up a lot of what she drank.

Before she had to chance to say anything, Paige ends up throwing up again, breaking the loud silence.

After another 20 minutes of sitting there, Paige’s body leaned up against Azzi, Paige falls back to sleep.

Azzi, feeling the limpness of her body, carries her to her bedroom and plops her back into the bed, tucking the sheets tightly around her before climbing in with her.

The next time they wake up fortunately it is morning. Paige is still asleep, so Azzi decides to go look for some sort of hangover food to give Paige when she wakes up.

After looking in almost every cabinet there was literally nothing. Azzi resorted to running and jumping into her car to grab her some fries from McDonald’s.

Almost 10 minutes later, Paige started reaching behind her noticing the empty space behind her on the bed. Paige darts up immediately regretting it feeling the blood rush to her throbbing head.

She struggles to find her phone in the covers. When all of a sudden she hears the door unlock, and her nose picks up on the salty smell of the fries, her mouth immediately watering, and in walks Azzi.

Her heart fills, tugging Azzi towards her a few fries flying into the air.

“I thought I scared you away with what I said yesterday, or this morning, I don’t even know…” Paige trails off muffled into her chest.

“You remembered?” Azzi says extending her arms so she can look at her.

“Uhm ya I wasn’t even that drunk.” Paige says putting her hands up.

Azzi raises her eyebrow.

“You were pretty drunk.”

“Okay well whatever that’s beside the point, I meant every word I said. I love you. I always have loved you. I can’t imagine my life without you. You take care of me, you love me, why can’t we just be together. I don’t wanna just kiss you. I wanna do so much more. I wanna love every inch of you, I wanna do everything with you, have a family maybe, get a house, I don’t know, and I don’t care as long as you are in it.” Paige says gasping for air as she trials on until Azzi cuts her off.

“I love you too Paige. I just didn’t know how to tell you she says, tears forming in her eyes at Paige’s words.

“You didn’t have to say anything I could tell. You make me feel like nothing else matters.” Paige sniffled back tears of her own placing her hands on Azzi’s face.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you too. I love you so much Paige, and I always will.”

Azzi says grabbing the bag of fries and holding it up.

“You were so hung over late last night already I thought you might need some hangover food… I also thought I could make it back before you got up but I guess I was wrong, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Azzi says opening the bag and grabbing a fry and shoving it into Paiges mouth stopping her from talking.

“Ketchup?” Paige asks mouth full.

“Wow, no faith in me huh?” Azzi says pulling out two packets of ketchup and squirting it into another fry watching Paige open her mouth again expecting Azzi to feed her again.

She complies sticking the fry into her mouth with a laugh. A little bit of ketchup fell onto Azzi’s finger. Before she notices, paige sticks out her tongue and sucks on her finger. Her cheeks hollowing as she bobs up and down on her finger teasingly.

Azzi’s breath shifts with the tension in the room growing thick.

“You wanna take off my clothes again?” Paige smirks looking at Azzi’s finger covered in her saliva. Without saying anything they connect their lips. Azzi pushes Paige back against the sheets leaning over her pinning her arms above her head. Paige just smirks watching as Azzi takes off her sweatshirt revealing her beautiful breasts underneath. Paige strains under Azzi’s restraint wanting nothing more than to wrap her lips around her chocolate nipples, but Azzi only tightens her grip.

“You let me get you right first, then maybe I’ll let you touch.” Azzi says pressing her lips against her neck tracking kisses all along her jaw and trailing down her stomach. When she gets to her waist she sucks and leaves three hickeys along her waist band.

“All mine.” She says softly almost a whisper, making Paige whimper against her touch. Her hips subconsciously thrusting towards her desperately needing to be touched.

Azzi wraps her fingers lips around her sweatpants and pulls them down along with her panties.

“You have definitely been this wet since last night when I took your clothes off the first time huh.” Azzi said confidently stroking her inner thigh observing the way her legs twitched for her.

Paige let out a shaken breath, raising her pussy towards Azzi’s mouth craving her fingers, her mouth, literally anything.

Azzi instead reaches over to the bag of French fries and eats one.

“No way you are eating a fry when my pussy is literally in your face.” Paige whines frustrated, attempting to close her legs to squeeze or get some form of closure from the throbbing at her clit.

Azzi lowers herself at that, leveling herself with her aching pussy.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” Azzi says dominantly leaning over Paige again and running her fingers closer and closer to where she wants her most.

“So bad, please anything. Azzi please, need you.” Paige whines attempting to release her hands but is abruptly stoped by the overpowering sensation of Azzi’s tongue against her clit.

Azzi starts by pressing soft kitten licks at her clit, releasing paige’s hands from her grip so she can use her other hand to separate her folds.

“Such a good girl for me huh.” Azzi whispers into her pussy as Paige lets out a loud moan.

Azzi licks her tongue all the way from her entrance back up to her clit, continuing to tease her switching back and forth between soft kitten licks and small circles. Paige is now a series of moans and whines. Azzi experiments, seeing what gets her to moan the loudest. She ends up sucking on her clit lapping at it, then sucking again.

“Yes oh my fucking god yes Azzi, right there. Don’t stop.” Paige whimpers attaching her hand into Azzi’s hair and pushing her down to add pressure.

Azzi hums into her pussy continuing to lick and dip it into her hole.

“So close omfg.” Paige says in between moans.

Hearing this Azzi stops. Paige looks at her distressed when all of sudden she thrusts two fingers into her stretching her out and pounding into her.

“Oh god Azzi.” Paige moans throwing her head back and Azzi reattaches her mouth to her clit pounding her fingers in and out of her.

“I’m gonna cum oh my god. Don’t you dare stop.”

Azzi feels paige’s gummy walls tighten around her fingers. Smirking she continues to pound into her motivated by her loud moans.

A band snaps in her stomach and Paige crumbles beneath her into a series of moans pulling at Azzi’s curls as Azzi continues to ride out her high.

“Azzi oh my god why the fuck is that the first time we have done that.”

Azzi laughs.

“ya I don’t know” she says laying down next to her on the bed.

She is ready to cuddle, a little aftercare hopefully, when all of a sudden, paige is on top of her kissing her shoving her tongue into her mouth massaging her tongue with her own.

“I can’t be the only one with no pants on” paige says with a smirk. Briskly ripping them off and shoving her hand against her panties. Azzi moans loudly in shock, the feeling of paige’s fingers against her core was one she could get used to.

“Wow this wet just from my pussy?”

Azzi nods shakily letting out another breathy moan as Paige toys with her clit through her panties.

“Use your words baby.” Paige says pulling her panties to the side and running her fingers through her slick.

“Yes all from you.” Azzi moans begging to be touched.

Paige waists no time thrusting her pointer finger inside her in and out while using her thumb to rub at her clit.

Azzi clings to her as she feels her legs start to shake.

“ More please more” Azzi begs craving more of paige to be inside of her.

Paige adds another finger continuing to pound in and out of her hitting her G spot Azzi arches into her grinding against her fingers to get more friction.

“You need more sweet girl?” Paige questions pulling her fingers out to put them in Azzi’s mouth. Azzi bobs her head against her fingers, nodding.

Once they are covered in spit, paige pulls them out of her mouth and plunges three back into Azzi grabbing her cheeks and pulling her into a long wet kiss swallowing her moans.

She begins to feel Azzi’s walls tighten.

Azzi can feel that band in her stomach ripping. The orgasim crashing down on her hard with every thrust of paige’s fingers.

“Holy shit im so close” azzi groans

Paige presses down on her stomach with her other hand. Instantly Azzi lets out a series of moans as her band snaps and she gushes her juices out. Paige lowers herself to clean Azzi up licking up every bit and savoring her juices before coming back up and kissing Azzi letting her taste herself.

“You’re amazing” she whispers into her ear snuggling up against her.

“Ya ya, I love you too.” Azzi responds her focus beginning fade.

They lay there together just enjoying each others company.

After like 30 minutes Azzi can’t take in any longer.

“Paige?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m hungry”

“There are some fries.”

“I don’t want that. We worked up an appetite. I need real food.”

“Fine we can go get some.” Paige sighed rolling out of bed throwing on a pair of sweats before handing Azzi some of her own.

They walked out of the dorm together running to Aubrey.

“Guess you’re not that sad about how you played anymore huh.” Aubrey said chuckling at the two staring lovingly at each other.

“Nah nothing really matters anymore.” Paige said wrapping her arm around Azzi securely.

All her problems seemed to fade aways with Azzi near. And it seemed like there was gonna be a lot less problems now that she had finally bagged her.

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heliosunny · 5 months ago

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Hiii I absolutely love your writing style!! ❤

I was wondering if it's possible to write Gepard in lucky egg!

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Gepard x Reader

The egg sat quietly on your desk, encased in a faintly glowing layer of frost. It had been three days since you got it from the Lucky Egg Dispenser, and you were starting to wonder if anything would ever happen.

You leaned closer to inspect it, marveling at the intricate patterns of ice that had spread across its shell. It felt cool to the touch, yet the chill didn’t bite, it was strangely soothing, like a gentle winter breeze.

Suddenly, a soft crack echoed through the room. You froze, eyes widening as the egg quivered slightly. Another crack followed, then another, until thin fractures began to spiderweb across the frosty surface. A cold mist seeped out, curling around your fingers and spreading across the room in a delicate swirl.

The final break came quietly, a soft shattering sound as the egg opened, revealing a glowing, icy core. From within, a figure emerged, tall and commanding. He stepped out slowly, his armor shimmering with a faint frost that seemed to catch the light in every movement.

His blond hair kissed by a faint dusting of ice. Blue eyes, as sharp and cold as a glacier, met yours with an unwavering focus.

For a moment, he simply stood there, his expression unreadable. Then, in a smooth motion, he placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “My name is Gepard Landau” he said, his voice calm yet resolute. “You are the one who brought me into this world, are you not?”

You nodded, still trying to process the figure before you. The icy aura that had accompanied him lingered in the air, but it no longer felt intimidating, it was protective, a shield against the unknown.

Gepard straightened, his gaze softening slightly. “If that is so, then I pledge my strength and my shield to your service. From this day forth, your safety is my responsibility.”

The frost at his feet began to fade, but his presence remained steadfast, as if winter itself had chosen to stand by your side.

The lingering chill in the air made your nose twitch, and before you could stop it—

“Achoo!”

The sneeze echoed through the room.

Before you even registered what was happening, a heavy weight settled over your shoulders. A thick, warm coat, one that definitely wasn’t yours. You blinked, looking up to see Gepard standing over you, his expression slightly furrowed.

“You’re cold” he stated matter-of-factly, adjusting the coat around you to ensure you were fully wrapped up. “You should take better care of yourself.”

You stared at him, bewildered. “…That was just one sneeze.”

“One is enough” he countered, completely serious. “It could be a sign of an oncoming illness.”

You sighed, realizing arguing would get you nowhere. If wrapping up in warmth kept him from worrying, then you’d just go along with it.

Deciding you needed a break, you waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll rest for a bit. You can… do whatever you want in the meantime.”

Gepard hesitated for a moment, as if unsure what to do with the sudden freedom. But eventually, he gave you a small nod. “Understood. Call for me if you need anything.”

While you settled down, you figured it would be a good idea to order food. Summoning a person into existence was already exhausting; cooking on top of that? No thanks.

When the food arrived, Gepard helped you set the table, his movements precise and careful. He sat across from you, surprisingly composed despite the unfamiliar setting.

As you both began to eat, you noticed the way he occasionally paused, glancing at his food before taking slow, deliberate bites.

“You okay?” you asked, watching him.

“…Yes” he replied after a beat. “I’m simply unfamiliar with dining like this. It’s… different.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”

He pondered for a moment before finally saying, “It feels… peaceful.”

Something about the way he said it made you pause. There was no grand declaration, no formal tone, ust quiet sincerity.

You smiled slightly, taking another bite of your meal. “Well, get used to it. We’ll probably be eating together a lot.”

A faint warmth flickered in Gepard’s blue eyes, something almost akin to contentment.

“…I look forward to it.” he said softly, returning to his meal.

After a productive day at the guild and dungeon, you were making your way home when Gepard suddenly slowed his steps. You followed his gaze to a small painting workshop, where people sat by easels, brushing strokes of color onto canvas.

He seemed… intrigued.

“You want to try?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He hesitated for a brief moment before giving a small nod. “I’ve never done something like this before.”

That was reason enough. You led him inside, paying for a session, and soon the two of you were seated with blank canvases before you. The instructor gave a simple guide on basic techniques, but Gepard, ever the disciplined soldier, took it far too seriously, studying the brush like it was a tactical weapon.

Then, he began.

You tried to hold back your reaction, really, you did. But when you snuck a glance at his canvas, it took everything in you not to laugh.

The painting was… an attempt. His strokes were stiff, his proportions questionable. What was supposed to be a landscape ended up looking like a battlefield of colors at war with each other. And that was putting it kindly.

Still, you could see the determination in his expression, the way his brows furrowed in concentration. He wasn’t just doing this randomly, he was genuinely trying.

“It’s… unique” you said, choosing your words carefully.

He turned to you, eyes searching for sincerity. “You think so?”

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yeah. It has a lot of character.”

Gepard glanced back at his painting, as if analyzing your words, then gave a small hum of consideration. “…I see.”

You weren’t sure if he actually believed your compliment or if he just decided to trust your judgment, but either way, he seemed satisfied.

And when he carefully packed up the painting to take home, you couldn’t help but smile.

As the evening settled in, you turned on the TV while handling housework, hoping the background noise would keep you motivated. The screen flickered to life, landing on a music program featuring a well-known band. The lead guitarist took center stage, fingers gliding effortlessly over the strings, their movements commanding and passionate.

A shift beside you caught your attention. Gepard had paused in the middle of folding a towel, his blue eyes locked onto the screen with an unusual intensity.

“You like it?” you asked, turning up the volume slightly.

He blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, but nodded. “It’s… impressive” he admitted. “They play with such precision, yet it feels free.”

You chuckled. “That’s the beauty of music. It’s structured, but it has emotion behind it.”

Gepard hummed in thought before resuming his task. Despite his usual soldier-like demeanor, he moved with an unexpected ease as he helped you around the house. Whether it was wiping down the table or putting away dishes, he assisted with quiet diligence, as if integrating himself into your routine naturally.

Later that night, after everything was done, you both sat on the couch, a couple of drinks in hand. The air between you was relaxed, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the room.

“You’re good at a lot of things” you mused, swirling your drink in the glass. “But I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be interested in music.”

Gepard took a slow sip before replying. “It’s not something I’ve had the time to appreciate before.” He glanced at you. “But I think I understand why people enjoy it now.”

A comfortable silence settled, broken only by the occasional clink of glasses. The atmosphere felt… different.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe just the way the day had played out, but there was a sense of familiarity now, a quiet understanding forming between the two of you.

“You’re adjusting well” you said, offering him a small smile.

Gepard studied you for a moment before nodding. “I have you to thank for that.”

His voice was softer than usual, carrying an honesty that made your chest feel oddly warm. The faintest of smiles tugged at his lips as he raised his glass slightly, an unspoken toast between you.

And as you clinked glasses, you couldn’t help but think- maybe having him around wasn’t so bad after all.

The moment you stepped into the dungeon, you felt it, a deep, biting chill that seeped into your bones. The walls were coated in frost, the air crisp and unforgiving. You hadn’t expected the dungeon to adjust itself based on Gepard’s presence, and now, you were paying the price.

Despite your best efforts to push forward, your body betrayed you. A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers numb as you tried to keep up. Gepard noticed immediately.

“You’re not well” he stated, concern flashing in his blue eyes. Without waiting for a response, he stepped in front of you. “Stay back. I’ll handle this.”

You wanted to argue, but another wave of dizziness hit, forcing you to stumble. That was all the confirmation he needed.

Shield in hand, Gepard charged ahead with a precision that left no room for doubt. The monsters that lurked in the frost-covered halls barely had time to react before he struck them down with swift, calculated movements. He moved like a force of nature, every step steady, every blow decisive.

By the time he finished, he didn’t even spare a glance at the loot. His priority was clear.

Without warning, he lifted you into his arms. His grip was firm, protective.

“We’re leaving” he declared.

And with that, he carried you out of the dungeon without hesitation, his warmth shielding you from the cold that had drained your strength.

You were barely aware of your surroundings, drifting in and out of sleep as your fever made your body feel unbearably heavy. The warmth of the blankets did little to soothe the exhaustion weighing down on you. Your mind was hazy, consciousness slipping in waves, but something felt… off.

You forced your heavy eyelids open just enough to see a shadow moving in the dimly lit room. A stranger, someone unfamiliar, was rifling through your belongings, their hands quick and practiced as they reached for your bag.

Your lips parted, but your voice came out weak. "Hey… stop…"

The thief barely paid you any mind, convinced you were too sick to do anything. But they didn’t get far.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Before you could process what was happening, the sound of something slamming against the wall jolted you fully awake. The thief let out a strangled gasp, their body pinned against the cold surface by an overwhelming force.

Gepard.

His armored hand was clenched around the thief’s throat, effortlessly lifting them off the ground. His expression was cold, merciless. Ice formed beneath his grip, spreading along the thief’s clothes, freezing them in place.

“You’re awfully bold” Gepard murmured, voice dangerously quiet. “To think you could take what’s mine right in front of me.”

The thief gasped, clawing at his arm. "I-I didn't—!"

The air around Gepard crackled with ice, his fingers tightening. "You did." His gaze flickered toward you, scanning your face, checking your condition. Seeing your half-conscious state, something in his expression darkened.

"You woke them up" he said, almost as if it was the worst offense of all.

The thief’s eyes widened in terror. "Please—I won’t—!"

"You won’t" Gepard agreed, his voice final. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the thief crashing onto the frozen floor, ice creeping up their limbs and holding them in place. “Because you’ll never get another chance.”

You tried to sit up, the sight of him like this making your sluggish mind alert. "Gepard…"

Immediately, his attention snapped to you, his expression shifting. The cold in the room lessened ever so slightly as he crossed the space to your side.

“You shouldn’t be moving” he murmured, kneeling beside you. His hand pressed against your forehead, frowning at your fever. “You’re still unwell.”

Your gaze flickered to the thief, still trapped in ice, barely conscious. "What… are you going to do with them?"

Gepard didn’t even spare them a glance. "They don’t matter."

After recovering from your fever, you decided to stretch your legs, stepping out into the cool evening air. Gepard followed, of course, walking beside you in silence. His presence had been constant, hovering, protective. But now that you were feeling better, you figured he’d ease up.

You were wrong.

As you reached the market district, a merchant you used to chat with spotted you. A friendly face in the bustling street, they waved and approached.

“Hey! Long time no see!” they greeted warmly, their smile wide. “I was wondering where you disappeared to. It’s been a while.”

You smiled back. “Yeah, I—”

Before you could finish, a heavy presence settled behind you. Gepard stepped forward, placing himself between you and the merchant, his imposing frame casting a shadow over the conversation.

The merchant blinked, their gaze shifting to him. “Uh… and you are?”

Gepard’s eyes were cold. “Someone they belong with.”

The merchant chuckled awkwardly, clearly picking up on the tension. “I was just catching up. Didn’t mean to intrude.”

They took a step back, sensing the shift in the air. That’s when you noticed, the temperature had dropped. The once-warm evening breeze now carried an unnatural chill, and frost had begun creeping along the stone pavement beneath Gepard’s feet.

The merchant shivered. “Uh… right. I’ll just—”

“Leave” Gepard finished for them, his voice deceptively polite but warning.

The merchant didn’t need to be told twice. They hurried away, casting you a puzzled glance before disappearing into the crowd.

You turned to Gepard, heart pounding. “What was that?”

He tilted his head, his expression frustratingly calm. “They were getting too close.”

“They were just talking to me” you argued.

“They didn’t need to.”

His tone was final, absolute. The frost at his feet slowly melted, but the tension in the air didn’t dissipate.

You hadn’t thought much of it at first. The way the air subtly shifted when he was near. The way the room always seemed to cool when he was in a bad mood and warm when he was content.

But now, after what just happened with the merchant, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Even now, as you stood there staring at Gepard, the unnatural chill from earlier still clung to your skin. Your breath fogged faintly in the air, not from the weather, but from him.

Realization settled like ice in your veins.

It wasn’t just the surroundings he affected.

It was you.

Your body reacted to his emotions as if it had attuned itself to him. When he was happy, you felt comfortable, at ease. But when he was displeased, when something irritated him, your body responded with a creeping, suffocating cold. Not enough to hurt, not yet, but enough to remind you that his presence was inescapable.

You took a slow step back, needing distance. His eyes flickered, sharp, watching your every movement.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was calm, but there was an undertone—like he already knew what you were thinking.

You swallowed. “Gepard… have you noticed it?”

“Noticed what?”

You hesitated. If you said it outright, what would happen? Would the air turn colder? Would he pull you closer instead of letting you go?

Would he even let you go?

“…Nothing” you murmured, testing him.

His blue eyes studied you carefully. Then, slowly, he smiled. And just like that, the air around you warmed again, wrapping around you like a protective embrace.

His hand reached for yours, fingers brushing against your chilled skin. “Good” he said, as if that was the only answer he would’ve accepted.

His fingers curled around your wrist like a silent reminder.

You belonged by his side.

And if you ever tried to pull away, you weren’t sure you’d like the consequences.

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suppermariobroth · 11 months ago

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In Mario Party 5, the players' reflections are faintly seen in the ice in the Ice Hockey minigame. However, looking closely reveals that the reflections are not done the same way they were usually accomplished during that console generation (by putting a copy of the model upside-down below the ice), but with low-resolution 2D sprites instead.

This results in the reflections being highly inaccurate, as the sprites are only available for 16 directions while the character can rotate freely and look in any direction. In addition, the sprites have no skates or hockey sticks, appearing to be miming holding the sticks instead. Note Mario merely pretending to hold a stick in the reflection.

It is unknown why this approach was taken as the game has only 6 players on the field simultaneously, and the GameCube is more than capable of rendering 12 characters at once, so that the regular approach with doubling the models and turning them upside-down should have worked without issues. Mr. Blizzard's Brigade, a Mario Party 4 minigame, has an icy surface implemented in that manner, which Mario Party 5 should have been able to reuse since it was programmed in the same engine and used many of the same assets.

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jjoongstar · 6 months ago

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𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑

➸pairing: grim reaper seonghwa x innocent fem reader

➸genre: fluff, angst

➸wc: 3.4k

➸warnings: none. mentions of nicknames. death

➸a/n: an apology post for being mia for a while (please forgive me). not proofread!😔🫂

you sat by the window seat in your bedroom, reading a book while you bask in the evening sun. a soft blanket over your lap to keep you cozy and a cushion behind your back. you were so into the story that you didn't bother on what's happening appearing, in your bedroom.

a tall dark figure appeared suddenly in your room and it approached behind you in silence. you sense the presence and looked over your shoulder right before the figure could touch you. its pale hand was near to your shoulder but it halted when you noticed its presence.

silence fills the air as you attentively tried to figure out, who or what even is this peculiar figure. tall and lean with a long black cloak that covers the top of its head and its whole body, only revealing its face and hands. you stare back at the eyes that bore into yours from the start. though he had an intimidating look, you didn't fear him at all. instead, you felt at ease with its aura.

"i really like your eyes,"

"what?" the unknown figure was taken aback by your words and he stumbled backwards a few steps.

its face contorts in a shocked expression and it felt its heart thump when you smile at it. it clutches the fabric of its robe over its chest, feeling the weird sensation. what the hell is this? i don't have a heart!

you marked the last page you read and place the book aside before you make small steps towards the unknown entity. your smile never falter as you reach up your hands and graze your fingers across its cheek. cold. his skin was iced cold on your fingertips. you saw how the entity hitched its breath upon your touch.

"you're so pretty too. who are you?" there was no response as it was still in a stunned state. you gasp when your brain connected the dots.

"are you perhaps… an angel?!"

"huh? EW NO!" it felt disgusted by your assumption of its identity and grabbed your wrist, shoving it away harshly from its face. when you winced in pain, guilty flooded its mind.

"sorry, i didn't mean to hurt or scare you," its raspy voice speaks again.

"you didn't scare me, why would i be afraid of an angel like you," a pretty face like that, who on earth would be afraid?

"first off, I'm not that kind of angel you think i am. also, everyone fears me, so why are you…smiling?"

"there's nothing scary of you angel!" you said giddily and beams a wider smile at him.

"stop calling me that!" it said through gritted teeth and eyes blaring in flame. but you kept that smile on your face, yet you felt more intrigued over this unidentified presence.

"then do you have a name i should call you? oh my name is-"

"i already know who you are. there's no need for introductions when…you're gonna…huh?" the last words from it fades slowly when you wrap your arms around its middle and your eyes full of gleam, looking at it from below.

its shaky hands tried to push you away but the way your face was full of admiration and eyes glimmer in hope, it tugs another string at its non-existent heart. i guess it wouldn't hurt for my name since she's gonna die either way.

"seonghwa. call me seonghwa,"

"hwa!" his name sounded so beautiful too, it matches his face really well and you felt so happy that he finally gave his name to you. you hugged him a bit tighter than before.

"no, seong…hwa," he emphasised every syllable of his name.

"hwa!"

"seonghwa,"

"HWA!" he sighs in defeat and lets you win. however, he felt his body getting relaxed when you have him in your hold. for once, he felt…comfort.

"now dear, the reason I'm here is to-"

"to accompany me!" you cut him off and release him from your grasp as you went to your wardrobe.

he tried to speak up in defense but you ignored him as you dress yourself up in something warm and suitable for an outside occasion. you grab his wrist and drags him towards outside. even though he is bigger and much stronger than you, he felt like he should just let you take him to wherever you wish. that is, to take a walk outside.

he kept on babbling he doesn't want to to this, but he still kept on walking beside you because your hand felt so soft touching his, and you never let go of his hand. after a while, you got used to his skin temperature. cold, but soft.

you pass by your neighbor's house and the owner greeted you. being your usual self, you gleefully greeted back with a wave of your hand.

"I'm here with a friend today," you tug seonghwa to show off to the old lady, but she had a concerned look instead of the expression you hoped for. was she not happy with the new friend?

"oh uh dear, i bet your friend must be as lovely as you are, i hope…. you go get along now," she mutters out the words carefully in a sentence. hoping she doesn't hurt your feelings.

you continued your journey with seonghwa and truthfully, you felt a bit sad that the lady didn't greet seonghwa too. does she not see him?

"no one can see me accept you," you turned your head over him surprised with his sudden response. can he read minds?

"well, let's say, magically, i do can read your mind, but just yours," he chuckles and you felt your heart flutters upon hearing him.

"so you are an angel!" you stopped in your tracks and tugs on his arm.

"not so, well, sort of, actually I'm a…uh…I'm…" he tongue refuses to mutter out the words as he saw the way your eyes sparkles in adoration and hope at him. he didn't have the heart to say the truth when you're like this. but you kept the smile on your face, waiting for his full response.

"yea, i am what you call that," he sighs.

"angel hwa!" you finally release his hand and you skipped your way back home. you've never felt so happier to eventually got a friend, an angel at that. that's what you thought he was.

seonghwa on the other hand, his lips formed into a small smile on his face, his eyes admiring you from behind. she looks so adorable. what the actual fuck? he slaps his own face, realizing his own actions.

you made yourself dinner and even made extra for seonghwa. he doesn't have to eat, but seeing your efforts in the cooking, he force the whole dish down his throat. he sat beside you and prop his chin with the palm of his hand while he admires you enjoying your meal. he likes the way you would squirm in joy and praise the food in every bite.

so cute. what the hell seonghwa?! he snaps himself out and clears up his throat. then tells you to clean yourself up for bed. you happily obliged to his orders with a happy stomach.

once you made yourself in bed, seonghwa tells you to sleep, but you only whine back at him as you were not that sleepy yet. seonghwa sighs and sits down beside you on the bed, he leans his back to the headboard.

"sleep now or you'll be cranky next morning," he pulls the blanket over your chest, tucking you in.

"but i don't get cranky," you whine again with a pout. seonghwa's lips betrays him once again with another smile and he caresses your head gently. yea, a pure soul like yours would never be in that state. a pure soul. SOUL!

seonghwa's eyes widen and found himself in a daze again and snaps out of it quickly. your eyes never left seonghwa's beautiful face. you want to admire it your whole life. you finally felt the drowsiness crept in when you yawned.

"will i see you again next morning, hwa?" you ask him with lidded tired eyes.

seonghwa hesitated at first. should he tell the truth or should he kept on lying? he bit his lip, before responding to you.

"yes, you will. that is if you close your eyes now sweetheart," you scrunch you nose when he boops it.

you felt so safe with him. you held hope in his promise. eager in wanting to see him first thing in the morning, and you force yourself to sleep.

seonghwa waited for you to finally drift off when your breathing fell consistent and your mind at peace. he stood up carefully from the bed, staring down at your whole body. he lets out a long sigh before he brings out the scythe he had kept hidden from your vision.

he needs to take your soul now. he was supposed to do that when he first met you, but he delayed. you were the first person to like him, to admire his beauty, the first human being to actually hugged him. hug. who knew a human would hug a grim reaper that was bout to take its soul away.

seonghwa grips the scythe's holder tighter. hesitate clouds his head. take her soul now seonghwa! he hovers the weapon above your body but his movements faltered when his eyes lands on your face, snoring quietly with a smile. must be having a nice dream.

FUCKING HELL SEONGHWA! he caught himself off guard and threw his scythe away as it disappeared again, back to its safe place. he walks away from you and runs his hand through his hair. frustration. confusion. denial.

he sits down on a chair that was facing you from a far. he decides to calm himself down and maybe wait a just little bit longer, then he'll take your soul. the night went on in silence as he stayed there admiring you from a far.

through the dark sky, from the same window he first laid eyes on you, dark smoke clouds behind it and slips through into the bedroom through a little gap. the smoke then swirls around the end of your bed and it thickens to form two new identical entities.

"fucking hell, look at her san!" said the first dark little figure with horns to the other one that looks just the same just a tad bit bigger.

you twist in your sleep that results in the blanket to be pushes aside, revealing your bare calves.

"wooyoung! she looks so scrumptious, don't you think?" the other one hovered over your body and points out at your exposed plump skin.

"i want to sink my teeth in and savor her…" the one named wooyoung reached out his hands and bare its teeth to you while his other companion, san, was already drooling to the thought.

"don't you two dare touch her, demons." a thundering growl elicits by the grim reaper from the darkness in the corner of the bedroom.

the two little demons shrieked and hugged each other as they were surprised by the sudden interruption of their nice meal.

"damn, seonghwa! calm down will ya. you're always cranky all the time, try smiling for once," wooyoung pulled away from san first and walks over to seonghwa but he only made a few steps before he halted as seonghwa gave him an intense glare.

"I'm a reaper, why should i be smiling you filthy thing. why do you two chose her to disturb tonight either way?" seonghwa stood beside your bed as to protect you from the harm of the two demons.

"well actually we're not here for her, we're here for you. she's just so beautiful we kinda got distracted," san was the one tho explained while wooyoung nodded, agreeing with him. seonghwa only gave a glaring look just for the same demon to further elaborate.

"her soul was supposed to collected, but in the list, its still hasn't, so we we're tasked to go check it out as it was your responsibility, seonghwa," a tight frown forms on the reaper's face. he knew this would happen. he sighs in annoyance before giving his reason.

"give me some time, i promise I'll give it soon. now go back to hell you two!" seonghwa shoos them away but they were whining not wanting to leave and stay with you.

"get the fuck out!" seonghwa opens wide the window before shoving the two outside and closes it back shut and pulls down the curtain.

he heard a soft sound from behind him, you were twisting and turning in your sleep, muttering incoherent words. he steps closer to you and heard you calling out for him, but your eyes were still shut. he lays himself down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

i shall never let anything taint your little innocent soul.

"hwa…" you mumble out his name and he shushes you back to sleep.

"I'm here, you're hwa is here."

your body felt his presence and snuggles into his chest. seonghwa pulls you in tighter and lets you rest under his protection for the entire night.

you felt bright light beaming onto your face and you were woken up by the sun shining from your window. your stretch out your limbs with a soft grunt. you felt sudden adrenaline that morning, it was the most peaceful sleep you've ever had and you wanted to tell seonghwa. you need see seonghwa. you looked all over your room, but no one was there.

"seonghwa?" you heart sinks when there was no response. did he left? but he promised…

"seonghwa!" you voice in a higher octave but cracked as you were on edge of bawling your eyes out.

"my dear, i was out to fetch some food for you," his voice erupted from the opening of the door. you jumped out of bed and ran towards him. he held the tray of a full meal higher in the air so it doesn't bump you when you abruptly wrap your arms around him.

"i thought you left,"

"well, i didn't, now sit down and eat your food, human," you happily made your way to a small table as seonghwa puts down the tray and lets you gobble them all up.

you were hugging in bed and you rest the side of your head to his chest, and you hum curiously as you let your hand wander around his chest.

"i don't have a heart sweetie," he said

"well, i do," you exclaimed and took his frail hand and place it firmly on your chest. he gasped quietly as he feels your heartbeat. the soft thumping felt so surreal to his hands. it felt so soft and beautiful. and he wanted to keep on feeling and hearing this heartbeat forever. to cherish it everyday of his immortal lifetime.

realization of his true demeanor made him snap out of the trance you put him in. he realized he should've end that beating heart of yours, not admire it.

he pushes you away from him. though, his actions never made you think negatively. you giddily grab him back and snuggles back on his chest. seonghwa was easily defeated by your innocence and he lets you get comfortable with him again. another day of spending more time you, and ignoring his true intentions.

days after days, you two spent a lot of time together, actually, the whole time. from morning to night, from dusk till dawn, from midnight to midday. every hour, every minute, every second. you enjoyed his company very much and he was getting more comfortable with you and protected you at all times behind your back without you knowing.

seonghwa sat on your bed with his legs crossed and back leans against the headboard as he listens attentively to your little rambling of the book you're currently reading.

"…and then the queen took in her late husband's mistress into becoming her new slave and they got married in the end! yayyy happily ever after to them!" you throw your hands both up in the air joyfully.

"you're so adorable, come here," seonghwa chuckles and you made your way to him before he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

the longer he stayed with you, you became very familiar of his bold and alluring scent. he smells so rich and seductive. the burst of sweet and spicy, like of coffees and vanillas which gives off a warm and also intoxicating aura.

seonghwa wraps your smaller body with his arms. you snuggle into his embrace as you leaned your back against his chest. his fingers trace undefinable patterns on the skin of your arms. you elicits soft giggle as it tickles you a bit. hearing your soft sounds, also made seonghwa giggles along with you. it tugs the heartstrings of his non existing heart.

you love little moments like this with him.

but luck was not on your side that day. the same smoke that almost haunt you in your sleep came back. though this time, it was only the the demon named wooyoung that appeared.

"yo seonghwa, its been three months. what took you so long to take…her…soul??" you gasp when you laid eyes on the horned devil. seonghwa quickly covered your eyes with his hands and you felt his chest vibrates as he growls.

"FUCKING HELL!! are you hugging…wait…why are you…no wait…have you lost your…wait WAIT…WHAT ARE EVEN YOU DOING PARK SEONGHWA?!!" the little menace widens his eyes. hands pulling the long strands of his hair. shouting. screaming. panicking. shocked? no, he was far more than that. he almost exploded with the sight in front of him.

you tried to release his hand as you wanted to have your visions back but his grip to your face became tighter.

"please leave…" you heard him sigh.

"please? did you just said please? damn, a reaper begging and said the 'P' word to a lowlife like me? that's a first. what have you become…"

"I SAID LEAVE!" the demon quickly disappeared right before the blade of seonghwa's scythe could touch him when he swung it.

the room fell in utter silence when seonghwa retracts his hand back. you looked down to your hands instead of looking to the man behind you.

"I'm sorry, i should've told the truth. that I'm-"

"a grim reaper,"

you felt seonghwa's body getting tense after hearing those words coming out from your mouth. you turned around and held his face in the palm of your hands.

"i already knew from the first time you came into my room,"

"huhh how? then…why did you-"

"you reek death, hwa," your chuckles made him giggle. let's savor this last smile of him before the last breath.

sorrow fills seonghwa's eyes. you couldn't help but feel bad for him. he pulls you closer to his chest, his face on the side of your neck, his hands placed themselves on your back, pushing you as close as he can to you. chest to chest. he felt every beat of your heart. remember and loving every thump. you wrap your arms around his neck and brush along his silky black hair.

"I'm really sorry…i should've done it sooner…i should not have grown attached to you…i-" you shush him and heard little sobs from the side of your ear.

he pulls you away and his hand cups the side of your cheek as his thumb rubs along your cheekbones. he pulls your face closer to his and place his lips onto yours. for an angel of death, his lips were soft and it tasted so sweet.

"forgive me, my little soul," he pulls away from you as his other hand grips the handle of his scythe behind you till it could almost snap in two.

"seonghwa." you trace your fingers across seonghwa's beautiful dark teary eyes for the last time.

you flash him a soft smile and gave him a last kiss on his lips. a tear rolled down seonghwa's face as he felt your last breath on his face and your body fell limp in his hold. he choked on his sobs when he no longer feel your lovely beating heart.

for a grim reaper who has no soul, he felt his non-existent heart shatter to a million pieces.

she finally said my name.

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el4ise · 5 months ago

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ᯓ LOVESICK | 리키

PAIRINGS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ grumpy!riki x sunshine!reader

GENRE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ fluff, grumpy x sunshine

WARNINGS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ light swearing

SYNOPSIS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ convincing riki to be partners with you seemed to be light work, maybe because actually getting to be his friend takes up 99% of your energy.

🂱 part two of “beneath the ice” !

RIKI HAD HIS HEADPHONES ON, blasting clearly loud music that was seeping through. he leaned against his chair, sketching lightly on his pad. you tapped him gently on the shoulder— he looks up at you, the light in his eyes making you a bit flustered.

“sorry.. did I disturb you?” you say, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

he puts his head back down, resuming his agenda. but replies, “no, you're good.” you let go of the breath you didn't even know you were holding. “oh, thank god. anyway uhm.. where do you want to work on the project? a cafe or somewhere out is good, but I don't think we'd get to work on it properly with a crowd around us. and in my house or yours may give us a better privacy, and stuff.. but still! I'll be alright where you're more comfortable.”

he paused for a moment, probably debating in his mind. “yours,” he said. it's really a handful with him barely saying sentences. but atleast you can talk to him. you just hope he'll warm up more as time passes and you can actually get a good, working conversation.

“alright, I'll meet you by the gates after class.”

you stood outside the gate, scrolling through your phone while you waited for riki. soon enough, tiny drops of rain hit your head. it's raining. you quickly grab an umbrella and shield yourself, though you start to worry about riki, if he had an umbrella. since the umbrella you had could only fit one.

a little while later, he tapped your shoulder, revealing him with his hoodie, the hood up on his head. “do you not have an umbrella?” you asked, he shook his head. you just nodded and proceeded to lead him to your house, walking slowly as the rain poured slowly. you tried your best to shield both you & him, but his taller figure makes it hard for you.

he notices your struggle, and takes the umbrella without a word and holds it for the both of you. you look up at him, seeing him covering you with your umbrella, but due to it being just enough for one person, you see the rain still hitting him. causing one side of him to be damp and the other to be dry.

“hey, you're getting we—”

“I'm fine.”

his tone wasn't rude or anything, but you knew better than to fight it. luckily, your apartment wasn't that far.

you both arrived soon enough, and you pet semi (your cat) before finally settling in.

“uh, riki?” you glance at him, his figure sitting on the couch.

“I have some spare clothes from my brother. he doesn't live with me, don't worry. he just has some here incase he visits, go and borrow some so you don't have to stay in that wet uniform. you can return it to me the next day.” you said as you handed him your brother's clothes. he mumbled a quick thanks before changing in the bathroom.

you waited until he finished before you started the project, opening your textbooks & doing some research.

TWO HOURS LATER

it's currently 8:06pm. you looked at the clock then back to your work. you've done quite alot in terms of work, but if it means any progress on you and riki's 'friendship', then nothing was made. in the whole hours of working, only small talks like “pass me that,” or “are you done with that?”. you didn't want to pressure him nor force him, but it really was frustrating you how difficult this was.

“it's a bit late. we can finish this the next day or two, the rain stopped too. do you want to go home?”

he got up and nodded, “yeah. I'll get going. thanks, __.” you smiled, leading him out the door.

“text me when you get home.”

“okay.”

UNKNOWN CONTACT: it's me, riki. I'm home.

to your surprise, he actually texted you. you grinned.

CHEOL Y/N: oh, that's good!

[CHEOL Y/N SET NICKNAME TO 'RIKI']

[RIKI REACTED '♡' TO YOUR MESSAGE.]

you smiled, knowing you'll be going to school on the next day with a grin on your face. you tucked yourself to bed, anticipating tomorrow.

tomorrow came, you got yourself ready, getting in your school uniform and tying your hair. you walked to school, as you got there, you already started looking for a specific dark haired boy— riki.

you went to the class, confused to not see him in his seat. he's usually early, earlier than everyone. this was new. classes passed, and he still was nowhere to be found. you were starting to get worried.

your lectures ended, it was 5:05pm. you quickly texted riki.

CHEOL Y/N: riki? why were you absent?

RIKI: oh, sorry. I got sick because of the rain last night. I had a fever and a cold. sorry.

seeing this you instantly made your way to his house. grabbing your bags and heading your way.

the doorbell rang, riki wondered who it could be. to his surprise, he saw you—standing right infront of him as he opened his door.

“are you okay- was it my fault? 'm sorry! my umbrella was small, I'll repay you, I promise. I'll take care of yo—”

“how'd you get my adress?” you chuckled nervously, embarrassed. “.. well, i asked the professor. he has records of student's addresses in case of emergency. and I knew you wouldn't give it to me if I asked..” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“but anyway! how are you feeling?” you turned to him, he looked really tired. “I'm fine.”

you put the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature. “you're not, you feel hot. go back to bed I'll prepare your meds. I bought some on the way.” you exclaimed, shuffling through your bag.

“but—” before he could protest, you were already leading him up his bed.

after taking his meds, you put a damp lukewarm towel on his forehead to aid with the fever.

“just, relax. you won't get better if you don't get rest.”

you say as you sit at the chair near the bed, “I'll go home once you sleep. I need to make sure you actually listen.” you laugh.

“okay ma'am,” he joked, closing his eyes.

time passed and he started to make little snores. you observed his features, this was the first time you saw him this close.

you didn't realise how detailed and beautiful he actually was. your heart pumps a little faster.

you didn't realise you slowly started drifting to sleep, resting your head on the edge of the bed.

THE NEXT DAY

he stirs in his sleep as he woke up, surprised to see you sleeping on the edge of the bed with your body still on the chair. though, he figured you got tired after taking care of him. it confused him why you cared so much. others would've loved if he weren't present in the class anyway.

he glanced at you, noticing your half parted lips and your chest rising up and down. he would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing.

he stayed still for a few minutes, just loving the comforting silence between the you & him world

#sho writes ☆#enhypen fluff #riki fluff #niki fluff #niki x reader #riki x reader #niki a #riki au

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