#and you considered both in the process of composing

[finelythreadedsky]

whyyyyyy does everyone make the jump from 'it is likely plays were taught to the tragic chorus by ear rather than with the aid of a written text' (reasonable conclusion) to 'it is therefore likely that plays were composed by ear and memory rather than as written texts'. i just don't think the latter necessarily has to follow from the former, even if the composer is usually the didaskalos.

[rottingpink]

free use

cw. cnc, established relationship, free use, going at it CONSTANTLY, p/v, breeding, corruption kink, unprotected sex

synopsis. since discussing the idea of both of you being willing to fuck whenever, your husband has not let up off you.

masterlist

"we should try something fun."

your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.

"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"

you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."

the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?

"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."

you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."

he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.

"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"

you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."

he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"

your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."

"mm. no other reason?"

you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."

"exciting... how?"

you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."

"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."

you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."

he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"

you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."

he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.

"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.

you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."

he smiles. "you really don't."

the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.

your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.

he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.

"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.

you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.

"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"

you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.

he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.

he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."

"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.

you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"

he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.

your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.

"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."

you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.

your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.

"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."

you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.

he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.

"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.

he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.

"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."

you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."

he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."

it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.

there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.

he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"

he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.

next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.

"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.

he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.

"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.

you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.

his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.

you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.

"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.

you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.

he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."

you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.

he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"

you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.

you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.

you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "

"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."

your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.

he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.

"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.

you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."

you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.

"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.

"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."

"fuck! baby slow down, ahn, we're gonna get caught mmfuck, please!"

"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.

" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.

his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.

within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.

[redr0sewrites]

overstim with shmilk...... maybe...?

hed try to overstimulate us and overstimulate himself in the process sighhhh hes going at it till it hurts for him to cum but it's so good that he just can't stop

🌀 A/n: classes r finally over and now i can lock in and write again i love my life

🌀 Cw: smut, afab reader, overstimulation, possessiveness, mating press, begging

🌀 dividers

"hnngh... hah-"

Shadow Milk Cookies' moans rise up an octave as his dick slides deeper into the soaking mass of your pretty cunt. you've long since lost count of how many times you've both cum, but he barely stutters before pushing himself impossibly deeper. you've been going at it for what must be hours, as your lover was absolutely certain that he could overstimulate you before losing control himself. however, he seems to have overestimated his abilities, as you can already see his mocking facade beginning to crumble in pleasure.

the nasty squelch of your cunt clenching around his cock with each thrust overwhelms your senses, accompanied by the vast assortment of profanities spewing from Shadow Milk Cookies lips. with each dutiful thrust inside your aching pussy, a newfound rush of curses and whines emerges from your lovers' mouth, gracing your ears in his lack of decorum. the usually so-composed and mocking Beast of Deceit was practically crumbling above you, spewing wanton nonsense as he fucked you both stupid.

sly hands trail up his back and tangle in his hair, giving a sharp tug and pulling his head back. he's got you pinned down to the bed, but the exposure of his neck grants you newfound opportunity. you lean in and press wet, sloppy kisses over his collarbone, traveling upwards to the curve of his jaw and the hollow of his throat. Shadow Milk Cookie hisses softly as you nip at the junction of his neck, his hips suddenly rolling languidly against yours as his thighs tremble. your met with the unmistakable sensation of being filled as Shadow Milk Cookie cums again, his entire body quivering as his release washes over him- and yet, he doesn't stop. he fucks his seed deeper and deeper into your cunt, moaning girlishly as fat tears trickle down his cheeks. the mess between your legs is a sight to behold, with both of your fluids smudged across your thighs and stomach.

"hhah- hnghh fuck, sso- sso fucking- ngh- soaked..." Shadow Milk mumbles incoherently, barely pausing as he slams his mushroom tip deeper inside of you. you let out a mewl of pleasure, squirming in his hold as his hands hook beneath your thighs, throwing your legs up over his shoulders and effectively folding you in half. the new position allows him to reach impossibly deeper, and you feel as though your mind is turning into mush. still, you manage to retain a bit more coherency than your lover, who babbles and mewls as you clench around him.

Shadow Milk Cookie stares at you with hearts practically floating in his eyes, unrelenting in his thrusts. his abused cock pracically burns with overstimulation, but he won't- can't stop. you feel so good, like you both are meant to fit together, and if he could spend eternity's fucking you into oblivion, Shadow Milk Cookie would. he craves you like a starving man craves meat, and his eyes glimmer with dangerous affection.

"you're.... mine." Shadow Milk Cookie slurrs, voice cracking with need as his cock twitches and sputters inside of you. barely coherent, you nod, tears brimming in your eyes as you reach what must be at least your tenth orgasm of the night.

"ffuck- Sh-Shadow Milk," you hiccup through tears, to which he sneers condescendingly. however, he can't exactly tease you, considering his state is objectively worse.

as his hips continue pistoning against yours, you begin to squirm, not sure if you're trying to pull closer or further away from the painful pleasure wracking your entire body. Shadow Milk Cookie notices almost immediately, and pulls out almost all the way before slamming his cock deeper inside of you.

"i g-guess you didn't hear me, hm?" he sneers between moans, two tones eyes bearing directly into yours. "hhah, silly little poppet- you're m-mine,"

you nod, whimpering as you stutter out a slft "m' yours !" the sound of your confirmation makes Shadow Milk Cookie let out a loud moan, before reaching his peak one final time. his spent cock barely even cums, instead just wracking him with pleasure. in one swift movement, your partner removes your thighs from his shoulders at the last second before collapsing atop of you, utterly spent.

the both of you lay in silence for a few moments, absolutely covered in slick and sweat. your practically shaking as your head swims, barely aware as Shadow Milk Cookie slumps against you. the room reeks of sex, and your cunt and thighs burn in pain, Shadow Milk Cookies cock still sheathed deep inside you.

"mm... don't fall asleep yet, w'gotta clean up," you mumble to no avail as Shadow Milk Cookie pouts, letting his eyes flutter shut. technically, he doesn't even need sleep, but he loves nothing more than pissing you off.

"hush, fool," he grumbles, poking you halfheartedly as you glare at him. "m' tired. if you want to clean up, you can."

"... im gonna get you." you grumble, pinching his sides in exasperation, causing him to yelp. you immediately find yourself pushed off the bed and onto the floor, and you screech as Shadow Milk Cookie laughs.

"you should know better to provoke me, doll," he coos condescendingly, and you groan. "now crawl back up here, will ya? it's dreadfully cold without you."

you flip him off before doing exactly as he asks, and Shadow Milk Cookie giggles softly as you curl up beside him. "aww, i guess you really do like me!" he teases, and you groan, shoving your head into a pillow.

"just shut up," you grumble, muffled by the pillow currently engulfing your head.

"how cruel! being shushed by my own lover- the horror!"

"goodnight, Shadow Milk."

your eyelids begin to flutter in exhaustion, and it isn't long at all before sleep claims you. however, just before you drift off, you swear you hear a soft whisper of "goodnight, my poppet" in response....

🌀A/n: sorry if this sucks i genuinely have been unable to write for like the past few months UHRRHHRRHRHG i am having such bad writers block its genuinely killing me. on a lighter note !!! things have been looking up a lot for me irl and classes r finally over! and then. on top of that. not that many of u are interested in my romantic escapades but lemme just say i think a girl ive lowk liked for a while is into me too... URGH pls god let me have this beautiful brown eyed butch i promise i wont fumble this time i can handle it

[nymphoniah]

smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."

[femmesport]

Connected

warnings: mature themes, language, underage drinking wc: 6.5k an: in this story Azzi is Aubrey's little sister who is also a little in love with Paige. This is part 1 with part 2 coming soon. Also please note this is unedited because did we expect anything else prompt: Azzi has a sister named Aubrey. prompt: Aubrey and Paige became best friends during their time playing basketball together. Being best friends, they knew that family was off limits. Eventually, Azzi’s crush on Paige becomes obvious and Paige realizes Azzi is more than her best friend’s little sister. 

Growing up, Azzi always thought it was great having a sister so close in age. They were barely a year apart in age and did everything together. It was the person she could trust the most, and one of her closest friends.

Despite being so close in age, Azzi and her sister had always had different interests. Azzi was into soccer, reading, and staying in. Aubrey was more outgoing and played basketball. In these different areas, they excelled and made friends that allowed them to develop into individuals.

When it came time to really think about the future, Azzi knew she wanted to continue with soccer. This desire led to her signing to play soccer at the same college her sister had played basketball, UCONN.

It was the perfect situation! They both could grow and develop into individuals but also have someone to have their back when they were away from home. Except, right now it was not so great.

Aubrey had been giving Azzi the unofficial welcome tour of campus. She decided to bring Azzi to the basketball facilities to bring her around some familiar faces. While all of this seemed to be kind and helpful, Azzi couldn’t help the pit forming in her stomach.

Growing up, there were a few of Aubrey’s teammates that have continued to come around and be strong fixtures in their life. One of those was Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers was a basketball legend, the current face of UCONN’s women’s basketball team, and the object of an embarrassing crush Azzi had been harboring for more than ten years now.

Azzi liked to consider herself to be confident, smooth, and composed. Instead, around Paige she became a bumbling fool who couldn’t stop flushing. She was pretty sure Paige knew but never said anything. Azzi was always the little sister figure to Paige.

Paige also never said anything because Azzi wasn’t out. Not to her family at least. She knew her family had been supportive of Aubrey, or at least they tried. But she also saw that her mom then placed the faith in Azzi to live normally. 

Azzi’s heart rate quickened as Aubrey held open the locker room door for her.

She took a deep breath in. All she had to do was make it through this encounter and then they’ll go their separate ways. She’ll be busy with the start of the soccer season and Aubrey and her team will be swept up in the madness that is UCONN basketball.

The voices slowly filter into Azzi’s ears with an intense volume. Through all the laughter, shouting, and boisterousness, Azzi could only hear one laugh. The laugh she has been smitten with since before it was the object of every social media edit posted in the last year.

“Azzi!” KK’s voice rings through the players and a figure is running and wrapping her arms around Azzi before she could even process what was happening.

Azzi’s breath is caught for a moment before she laughs and returns the hug to KK.

“Hi,” her voice is breathy in laughter.

“Oh my goodness you are my favorite between you and your sister, you know that right” KK is pulling out of the hug and squeezing Azzi’s cheeks between her palms.

Azzi just laughs, stepping back while Aubrey shoves KK slightly. Azzi takes a moment to look around. She sees many of the players laughing at the moment and waving in her direction.

The last set of eyes she meets are the piercing blue ones that glint with a smirk. Azzi’s smile falters for a split second at the approaching girl. She quickly returns the smile brightly as KK steps back letting Paige step into Azzi’s space instead.

“What’s up little princess?” Paige says, wrapping her arms around Azzi and referring to her by the god awful nickname she has used as long as she had known her.

Azzi wraps her arms around Paige with a soft smile. “Currently interacting with my sister’s most insufferable teammate.”

“Whatever, you love me” Paige chuckles and releases Azzi taking a step back.

You have no idea, Azzi thinks.

“So, what are you guys up to?” Azzi asks after a moment, taking a step back to look around at the team.

“Well, some of us just finished up strength training and others are getting ready to head in” Aubrey starts, “since I was giving you the official tour, I switched to the later training. I am going to have to go now, but Paige can take you back to your dorm.”

Azzi's heart drops as she swivels her head quickly to meet the blonde’s eyes. She just smiled but Azzi senses this is just as much of a surprise to her as it was to Azzi.

“What if I had plans?” Paige turns to Aubrey who just shrugs.

“You would figure it out” Aubrey pats Paige’s shoulder and heads to her locker.

“Azzi, don’t let her fool you, her post work out plans include napping” Aubrey looks up at Azzi with a smirk and Azzi just lets out a small laugh trying to seem more calm than she was.

“Alright, well, give me like five minutes and I’ll be ready” Paige turns to Azzi in explanation. Azzi just nods as Paige turns back to her locker.

KK finally returned in front of Azzi as Paige stepped away. “Okay, so there is this party you should definitely come to with us! It is your first real night here, and we need to make sure you’re shown the ropes of college. Plus, your sister would actually go out with us if it meant hanging out with you.”

KK is beaming and Azzi smiles in return with a small laugh, “I’d be down.”

“Just so we are clear, you will not be drinking though” Aubrey doesn’t look up from the shoes she was messing with.

“Okay, mom,” Azzi rolls her eyes.

“We’ll work on that one” KK whispers dramatically and Azzi nods with a giggle.

“Alright, but you should be ready by like eight-ish tonight. We’ll pick you up,” Jana explains, stepping up to join their conversation.

They continue like this in a smooth flow of conversation. 

After a few moments a soft touch settles on her shoulder. Azzi tenses up knowing Paige had stepped up beside them.

“You ready,” her voice was soft and Azzi swears to God she almost melted in that moment. Instead, she nods, not trusting her knees to not give out.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later” Azzi reaches forward hugging KK and Jana who smile and wave her off.

It is only when they are outside the locker room and the voices have faded that Azzi realizes she would have to be alone with Paige. The silence hits Azzi like a freight train and wraps around the two of them in a heavy weight.

They stay silent until they reach Paige’s car. Paige walks to the passenger side and opens the door up for Azzi. It wasn’t anything new, it was a product of the manners her parents had taught her, but it made Azzi’s heart skip a beat all the same.

“You hungry” Paige asks as Azzi was buckling in, she stood outside the door having not yet shut it.

“A bit, yeah” Azzi softly says, turning to face Paige who smiles and nods.

“I’m sure all the moving and campus tours have been exhausting. Let’s go grab something to eat” Paige offers and Azzi just nods.

Paige shuts the door and heads around the car to the driver’s side. As she gets in starting the car, Azzi grabs onto her seatbelt with a squeeze. She had been alone with Paige more times than she could ever remember, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“You want aux?” Paige asks as she looks over to Azzi. Azzi just shakes her head and looks back ahead trying to avoid eye contact.

“Alright, SZA good?” Paige asks, looking down at her own phone connecting it to the car.

“Sure,” Azzi whispers out and Paige pauses looking up at her with a knowing smirk.

“Since when are you so shy around me?” she asks and Azzi flushes, “I know I am irresistible, but we can’t communicate only in head motions and one word responses.”

Azzi leans her head back with a groan, “oh my god, Paige. You are ridiculous.” Paige laughs and Azzi feels the tension leaving her body. She knew that was probably the intention, but couldn’t help feeling appreciation at the small moment.

Paige smirks and returns to her phone. Eventually Take You Down by SZA is flowing through the speakers and Paige is doing the stupidly attractive one hand on the wheel drive. Azzi has long since accepted that she finds her sister’s best friend attractive, but it doesn’t make it any less mortifying each time they are this close to each other.

“So, where are we eating?” Azzi asks and Paige turns down that music to offer up even more of her attention to the conversation.

“There is this little café that has some good food with even better smoothies and protein shakes, figured we could go there” Paige shrugs and Azzi just nods in her direction letting the silence fill the car again.

After a few moments and Paige’s tapping on the steering wheel, they pull into a parking lot of what looks like a little cottage. There was a sign out front claiming it to be a cozy café. Paige pulls into an empty spot and turns the car off. They sit still for a moment.

“Your sister is really excited for you to be here…and she is, like, fiercely proud of you” Paige’s voice is soft.

Her voice is soft in the way that touches the insecurities that Azzi lets fester. The insecurities that have settled into her bones and rooted so deeply she can hardly believe it when anyone says she deserves anything. Azzi has always struggled with feeling inadequate and trying to get the approval of those around her.

“I am excited to be here, I just really hope I make her proud,” Azzi’s voice is soft and quiet. Her head is focused down and her hands folded in her lap.

“You do everyday” Paige says simply and Azzi lets out a shaky breath at that.

Paige gives Azzi a moment as she steps out of the car and walks around to open the door for her. Azzi unbuckles and avoids eye contact as she steps out of the car and follows behind Paige into the little cottage.

They get seated and handed menus. Azzi hated going to new places without enough time and prep to think about a plan for what to get ahead of time.

“I think you would really like their veggie omelette," Paige says, not looking up from her own menu.

Azzi pauses and looks up at the girl across from her, “huh?”

“Remember the omelettes your mom used to make and load up with all that nasty stuff for you?” Paige looks up to meet Azzi’s eyes, “they have something like that here.”

Azzi pauses and flushes. The embarrassing kind of flush that resembles a middle schooler finding out their crush knows who they are.

“Oh, uhm, okay, thanks” Azzi gets out and looks back down at the menu hoping to hide her face.

“Hello ladies, how are we doing today?” an older lady steps up to their table with a small notebook and pen pad.

“We’re doing well, thank you. How about you?” Paige responds so politely that Azzi is pretty sure she melted into the torn cushion of the booth they were sitting in.

“Doing just fine, thank you. What can I get for you ladies today?” The older woman looked at Paige.

“I will do the chocolate protein shake and then could I have the steak, egg, and cheese bagel” Paige smiles up at the older woman and Azzi melts at the sight.

“Sure thing, and for you?” the older woman shifts her focus to Azzi who sputters forgetting she would have to order.

“Oh, uh, I’ll just have a water and the veggie omelette” Azzi sputters out handing the lady their menus.

“Alright, I will get that going,” the lady grabs the menus and walks away.

Paige smirks at her, “you’re going to love it, swear.”

“I really hope so, I didn’t have enough time to look at the menu and actually think” Azzi playfully retorts and Paige’s smirk just grows.

“How are you feeling about UCONN so far?” Paige asks sincerely and her smirk shifts into more of a smile.

“It’s been really good! Everyone has been super helpful and nice,” Azzi explains and Paige’s eyes don’t leave her once. When she listens, she has a face of intense concentration holding onto every word Azzi is saying.

Paige listens attentively as Azzi describes her excitement for the soccer season and training. She doesn’t interrupt when Azzi is describing her concerns and feelings of inadequacy compared to the older players on the team. Paige listened and held onto every word while Azzi spoke.

As the food arrived, Azzi had finished expressing her concerns and settled into the silence. Paige let the words hang before responding. She gave Azzi the space to continue if needed.

“While I am sure that some of these older players have settled into the routine of playing soccer here, I think they are probably just as intimidated by you,” Paige pauses making eye contact with Azzi.

“You were one of the top recruits in the country and you went to a school not even notorious for the sport. You had offers from the top soccer schools in the country and yet you chose to a school that held a stronger sentimental value. Owning that at your age is something the older players wish they could have” Paige shrugs as if she isn’t providing some of the best insights Azzi has heard.

“You’ve earned your spot, now prove it. Show them what you’re about Az,” Paige shrugs looking back down at her food and Azzi does the same.

“Thank you, Paige” Azzi says softly and while Paige doesn’t look up, she does smile down at her food.

The rest of their meal is spent in quiet conversations about college and the expectations. The two share training schedules and discuss season starts. By the time they had finished, they had been so engrossed in conversation, Azzi hadn’t even had time to object as Paige handed her card to the waitress.

“You do not have to pay” Azzi pouts and Paige just shrugs with a laugh.

“Your sister would kill me if I didn’t” Paige smiles and Azzi pauses.

Right. This was simple and easy, but at the end of the day Paige was Aubrey’s best friend.

“Right,” Azzi starts, “well thank you.”

The waitress returns and Paige quickly signs the receipt before leading them back to the car. She opens the door again and Azzi buckles in quietly feeling a lot more at ease than she had earlier.

The rest of the ride is mostly quiet without incident. Paige pulls into the athletic apartment complex and hurries around to let Azzi out.

“Which building are you in?” Paige asks and Azzi can hear the question of ‘can I see’ in her voice.

Instead, Azzi points, “oh, uhm, I am in this one. I think I am going to try to unpack before tonight” Azzi explains, pointing in the direction of the building on the left.

“Well, I am in that building too, I guess I’ll be seeing you around” Paige smiles and bumps Azzi’s shoulder. Azzi just smiles in return.

Once they make it to the building, Azzi heads to the elevator. The basketball team monopolized the first floor and her dorm was pushed to an upper floor.

“Thanks again for lunch, Paige” Azzi stops and turns to smile at Paige.

“Hey, no problem, any time” Paige puts her hands in her pockets and nods at Azzi.

Azzi was quick to turn around and head to the elevator. As she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor, she took one last look at Paige who was still standing there. They held eye contact.

As the doors closed, Azzi let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

Being in love with someone so close to your family isn’t nearly as fun as the media made it out to be. You are around them all the time and they look at you the same way they look at their little siblings. Azzi accepted a long time ago that Paige can find a crush funny and think of it as childish. She also accepted that Paige was too nice to ever make fun of her or be rude about it.

The doors opened and Azzi pushed herself off the back wall of the elevator and towards her dorm door. Her roommate had been unpacking with her family when Azzi had left hours ago. Now that she had spent some time away, she saw a majority of the things in the living room unpacked and organized.

Her roommate Lauren was sitting on the couch scrolling on her computer. Her and Lauren were both new recruits this year for soccer. They had been to most recruitment events and practices together. They bonded quickly at their shared love for UCONN.

“Hey, how was your tour?” Lauren asked, looking up briefly from her computer. Azzi fell into the couch beside her roommate with a groan.

“Meh, it was fine. Aubrey likes to act like I haven’t been here for her before and recruitment doesn’t cover all of it,” Azzi leans back, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m sure she still pointed out some new stuff,” Lauren offers and Azzi just hums in acknowledgement.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, “my sister and her teammates invited me to this party thing tonight, would you want to go?”

“A party with the UCONN women’s basketball team, uhm, yes!” Lauren shrieks out excitedly.

Azzi snorts and opens her eyes, leaning up, “I cannot wait for you to be severely disappointed in how lame they are.”

“Listen, they could be a brick wall, but if they look like Paige Bueckers or Caroline Ducharme, I think I can put up with it” Lauren is fully facing Azzi at this point with way too much excitement.

Azzi flushes at the mention of Paige. She had yet to tell Lauren the history there and doubted that would ever be something she would willingly reveal. Instead, she just laughs at the antics and shrugs.

“We need to be ready by eight-ish,” Azzi offers and Lauren quickly stands up.

“Okay, I need to take a shower, I think I can make the little time we have work” Azzi laughs.

“What do you mean? It is only four.”

“Azzi, be so for real right now, I need to shave EVERYTHING.”

Azzi rolls her eyes and heads to her own room. She looked around at the boxes and decided very quickly that her freshman year would likely be spent living out of boxes. She had what she needed out and that would be enough.

She sighed and began picking through her clothes. She figured by the time Lauren was done with her everything shower she would be right at the time she needed to begin getting ready.

She began picking through the closet and was quick to fall victim to her usual indecisiveness. She had so many clothes and nothing that seemed appropriate to wear to her first college party. 

It took her about an hour and a half to settle on some cargo style jeans and a buttoned black cropped tank top. In that time, Lauren had finished her shower and let Azzi go in to take her own.

Deciding to do a full skin care and hair wash routine, Azzi was left with an hour and a half once she was done. She spent that time doing her hair and looking at her makeup for a good thirty minutes before settling on a look. She decided to go with simple coverage and lip gloss.

Her outfit was simple but she looked good. Good in the way that she hoped no one could tell she was a nervous freshman at her first party. 

She joined Lauren in the living room who had on dark cargo jeans as well with a cream colored sports bra styled cropped tank top. They had very similar outfits, but Lauren was definitely carrying all of the confidence to cover her and what Azzi was lacking.

By the time it was eight, Azzi had become so anxious.

The knock on the door drew Azzi from her thoughts and she got up with a sigh. She reached the door and opened it to see her sister and Paige. Her sister was standing with a smile while Paige was leaning on the wall right outside her door.

“Aw, Azzi, you look so cute!” Aubrey says pushing past her and into her dorm. Paige smiled at her with her eyes running up and down her body before stepping into her dorm.

Paige looked good. Like the type of good that made Azzi’s heart and stomach drop and flip. She had her hair down which was already Azzi’s kryptonite. She had on baggy camo pants that fell low on her hips. On top she had a white top that fit snuggly ending just below her chest.

Azzi took a deep breath before shutting the door behind the two girls.

“Hey, Lauren” Aubrey said to the girl who was standing in front of the kitchen counter looking so calm and collected. Azzi was impressed by her ability to shift between thirsting over a girl to acting like seeing her in the dorm was the most normal thing ever.

“Oh, hey Aubrey,” Lauren smiles at Aubrey and looks past her to Paige, “I’m Lauren, Azzi’s teammate.” She offers her hand up and Paige smiles offering hers back with a soft shake.

“I am Paige, Aubrey’s teammate” Paige says smiling and Lauren giggles.

“Do you want me to pretend I didn’t know that?” Lauren asks and Paige dips her head with a small laugh.

“Alright, so Paige is going to drive us there. She is staying sober tonight and so are you,” Aubrey pauses pointing at Azzi, “Lauren, respectfully, I don’t care what you do. Just be safe and don’t drag me into it.”

Lauren mock salutes Aubrey with a laugh. Azzi hears her sister but knows KK will find a way to get her a drink or two. Instead of pointing that out, she just nods and lets her sister lead them out of their dorm.

They head down and all find their way into Paige’s car. Aubrey sat up front with Lauren and Azzi in the backseat. Paige doesn’t give anyone a chance to suggest music before playing her own.

The car ride is mostly filled with music and side conversations from Aubrey asking everyone about their class schedules and strength training. Azzi does her part to answer the best she can, but occasionally stumbles over words as she would meet Paige’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

Beyond her inability to form fully coherent sentences when making eye contact with Paige, Azzi would consider the car ride an overall success. They pull into the parking lot of a large campus house and see a bunch of people sitting on the porch with the door wide open exposing even more people inside.

Paige leads the way and the three other girls follow her in. Once they spot the rest of the team, they find their way over. KK immediately yells as she spots them.

“Alright, lucky for you all I have four shots with your names on them,” KK wiggles her eyebrows and reaches to hand them out.

“Make it two, I am driving and Azzi is not allowed,” Paige explains and Azzi rolls her eyes. She reaches out and grabs the shot, throwing it back before Paige or her sister have time to stop her.

“Azzi!” Aubrey groans and Paige just looks at her with a small smirk.

“What? Would you rather I drink without you and risk putting myself in danger,” Azzi bats her eyes pulling out all the cards she knows to make Aubrey fold.

Aubrey just rolls her eyes and grabs the shots for her and Lauren before throwing them back as well.

“Okay, little Aubrey, who is she?” KK asks, nudging her chin in Lauren’s direction.

“Oh, right, this is Lauren. She is my teammate and roommate” Azzi explains and KK is quick to pull Lauren over and into the group.

“Hey, if I wanted to get an actual drink that wasn’t like a burst of lighter fluid, where would I find that?” Azzi asks to no one in particular.

Paige looks at Aubrey who just shrugs, “follow me.”

Azzi followed Paige through the crowd of bodies and out the back door. There were less people out here making the volume a lot more manageable. Paige leads Azzi to a folding table someone had set up in the back year. On it were various seltzer cans, bottles, and cups with random mixtures.

“You should get something in a can or bottle,” Paige offers, “it’s hard to tell what people are putting in those cups.”

“Any recommendations?” Azzi asks, looking out over the options of cans and bottles.

Paige just looks at Azzi for a moment before reaching out and grabbing a random seltzer and opening it for Azzi. She hands it to Azzi who takes a sip.

“Slightly better than rubbing alcohol, thanks Paige” Azzi laughs and Paige laughs as well.

The two stay outside for a bit enjoying the quiet reprieve from the group of people who seem to be growing louder inside. Azzi had never been big on crowds and was going to need at least a bit of a buzz before heading back in. Paige kept her eyes on Azzi the whole time. It was the type of protective look she always wore around her family and the people she cared about.

“Az,” Paige said suddenly with a softness in her voice.

“Yeah?”

Paige hesitated, “you look really good.”

Azzi feels her whole body heat at the words, “thanks Paige. I didn’t want to embarrass you guys” Azzi jokes, attempting to hide how the words made her feel.

Paige laughs and turns to fully face Azzi, “you couldn’t embarrass us.”

Azzi turns her body to face Paige with a soft grin, “you’re not embarrassed to be seen with a baby freshman.”

Paige laughs a bit at that, “not when the baby freshman looks like that.”

Azzi’s insides were probably all melted goo at this point. But still, she smiled up at Paige.

“You look really good too, P” Azzi says softly trying to keep her voice steady.

Paige shrugs and smirks, “you have to if you want to even be looked at next to you.”

Azzi freezes at the words and quickly shrugs it off with a laugh, “something tells me Paige Bueckers stands out no matter who she is with.”

Paige takes a small step closer, “not trying to stand out.” Azzi lets out a soft breath before looking up at Paige. Paige is looking down at Azzi with an unreadable expression. One Azzi has certainly never seen before.

“I should, uh, I should get back to Lauren” Azzi sputters out but her eyes don’t shift away from Paige.

Paige doesn’t move, she just hums at Azzi. “Probably,” she says and before she could take another step forward, Azzi is turning around and hurrying back to the house with the seltzer slightly crushing in her hand.

She quickly finds the group and sees everyone laughing and conversing as if Azzi’s world wasn’t spinning at what had just happened. They hardly notice her settling back into the group and that unnerves Azzi.

After a few moments, Paige joins the group. She walks around to stand near Aubrey and brushes shoulders with Azzi on her way over to her friend. Azzi feels goosebumps rise on her skin and lets out a shaky breath.

Her face must give her away because Lauren gives her a questioning look before Azzi just shrugs her off.

“Azzi, let’s go dance” KK and Jana are beside Azzi and making pleading faces to Azzi who just laughs.

“Ooh, yes, let’s dance” Lauren is standing up and by Azzi’s side quickly.

Azzi nods and is following the three girls more towards the middle of the floor to start dancing. KK and Jana had clearly had more to drink as they were singing wildly and moving their bodies in every direction.

Lauren joins in on their antics and Azzi is quick to join in swaying her hips and singing along. This was the type of fun that let Azzi forget what just happened and enjoy the moment. She would look up occasionally and see the group talking, laughing, and completely oblivious to them.

Azzi continues and throws back more of the seltzer in her hand.

“Damn, Azzi” KK pauses, stepping closer to Azzi pushing between the other two girls who were dancing on each other, “you good?”

“Yeah, all good” Azzi shrugs and continues dancing.

KK gives Azzi a look. Azzi maintains her calm composure and KK just sighs.

“P seems to really like your outfit,” KK offers with a smirk and Azzi freezes.

“Okay, and?” Azzi asks after a moment of silence.

“Listen, your sister might be blind as hell, but we aren’t,” KK explains with a shrug, “Paige has eyes for you and you for her, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s not a thing,” Azzi is fully standing still now with a hand on her hip facing KK.

“It is, and no judgement here” KK puts her hands up and Azzi just sighs.

“Whatever I may or may not feel doesn’t matter, Paige sees me like a little sister. Period. End of story,” Azzi offers. It was the closest she had ever been to fully admitting things out loud.

KK laughs at Azzi, “has she said this to you?” Her eyebrow is raised.

“In those words? No. But in others? Yes. She all the time calls me a childhood nickname, she is always mentioning my sister, and she treats me the same way she treats Drew.”

“A meaningful nickname, consideration for the people who matter most to you, and treating you like the people she cares most about?” KK raises her eyebrow, “C’mon Azzi.”

“KK, I really don’t want to have this conversation,” Azzi just sighs.

KK sighs and shakes her head, “whatever.”

They’re back to dancing and Azzi finds her eyes trailing back to Paige more and more. She sees various people approaching her with some staying longer than others. She ignores the growing feeling in her stomach that wanted to be near Paige.

At some point, Paige started meeting the eye contact. For some reason, Azzi didn’t look away. She held Paige’s eyes with a curious look. Paige eventually smiled before turning and walking away. Azzi sighed, turning back to the group she was dancing with.

A few moments later there is a hand on her back and a body pressed closely. KK and Jana smirk before pulling Lauren away.

“You look like you needed another drink” Paige’s voice was in Azzi’s ear. Azzi freezes and turns around slowly seeing how close she and Paige were.

“Thanks” Azzi gets out grabbing the drink in Paige’s hand. The other hand stayed on Azzi’s back.

Azzi looked around and realized Paige was using her body to block the view from her sister. Her heart lurches knowing that her sister would most definitely be upset if she saw this.

“Azzi,” Paige starts and Azzi’s eyes meet Paige’s. They were so close to each other that Azzi felt Paige’s breath on her face with Paige’s whispered word.

“Yeah?” Azzi whispers back.

“I have a question,” Paige’s voice is low and her face is only inches away from Azzi’s, “you know how I said you looked really good? What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Azzi’s heart lurched at the question. What would she do? Well she would definitely kiss back and then go through a full blown crisis. In that order. Paige looked between Azzi’s eyes and Azzi’s mouth was opened slightly in shock.

“If you say the words, I will walk away and we can pretend this never happened. Or…” Azzi’s hands reached out to grab Paige’s waist pulling her closer.

Before she could rationally talk herself out of it, Azzi was leaning forward pressing her mouth onto Paige’s.

Paige groaned almost immediately into Azzi’s mouth. The kiss was heavy and quick with both girls trying to press their bodies closer.

Hearing someone whoop from beside them Azzi pulled back and used her hands to push Paige slightly.

“We can't,” she whispered and Paige’s face fell.

“Not here,” she continued and Paige perked up at that, “my sister is right over there Paige.”

Paige looked over her shoulder and then sighed, turning back around to face Azzi.

“Give me two minutes and then meet me at my car,” Paige whispers before pressing a quick peck to Azzi’s lips and turning around to walk towards the group.

Azzi’s eyes follow Paige’s form for a few seconds. She was stunned. Her whole body was in a state of shock. She was confused and hot all over. She took a second to look around and saw no one looking in her direction. She took a deep breath and then let her feet slowly head in the direction of the front door.

She spotted Paige’s car and walked near it standing and waiting. Within a few moments, Paige was outside and heading over to open the door for Azzi. As Azzi got in the seat, Paige put two fingers under her chin and turned Azzi’s face, pressing another kiss onto Azzi’s mouth.

She pulls back and looks between Azzi’s eyes. She shakes her head slightly with a smile of disbelief, “Jesus.”

The door is shutting behind her and she is heading around the car and getting into the driver’s seat. Paige sits down and looks at Azzi before settling in.

“I want you to know, I am really into you. When I said you look good, I meant it, Azzi” Paige starts driving back towards the dorms.

“Oh,” Azzi says dumbly, “since when?”

“Do you remember when we were in high school and Aubrey and I made fun of you for getting all dressed up for formal?” Paige asks after a second.

“Oh my God, that was my freshman year” Azzi responds and Paige nods though her ears flush red.

“Why haven’t you said anything? I know you knew how I felt,” Azzi turns her head to face Paige.

“I thought it was a silly little crush or infatuation because I was your sister’s friend,” Paige let out a breath turning her head to the side to look at Azzi for a moment, “I didn’t know you liked girls like that.”

Azzi nods and looks down at her hands. She was picking at the skin around hair nails. Paige noticed quickly and put her hand over Azzi's, effectively stopping the girl.

“I still don’t know,” Azzi sighs, “I know I like you. I always have and it is so hard because I cannot get past liking you to figure out what I am.”

Paige turns to Azzi and smiles, “you don’t have to know what you are. If you want this, that is enough for me.” Paige squeezes Azzi’s hand and suddenly they are pulling into the dorm parking lot.

Paige parks and turns off the car. She sits for a second and then looks over to Azzi.

“I want you to know, I didn’t leave to bring you back and just have sex or whatever,” Azzi flushes at her words, “I am fine if we go back and then just talk. I think we probably should do some of that actually,” Paige is looking so intensely at Azzi.

Azzi looks at Paige and then is leaning forward across the gearshift pressing her mouth into Paige’s. Her hands are on either side of Paige’s face when she pulls away.

“I want this, I want you. Whatever you have to offer. I want it all,” Azzi has never said words like this but she knew she meant them in every capacity. She wanted Paige in a way that left her disoriented and confused. It was an all consuming want.

“Okay,” Paige whispers back before unbuckling and getting out of the car, walking around, and holding the door open for Azzi.

She holds a hand out for Azzi. Azzi takes the hands and follows closely beside Paige. Paige leads the way into the building and leads Azzi down the first floor hallway to her own dorm. Azzi stands beside Paige as she unlocks and opens her door and leads her back to her bedroom.

Azzi had never been in Paige’s apartment before. Aubrey and Paige were in separate ones and on her visits, they stayed at Aubrey’s. Azzi was quick to push any thoughts of her sister out of her head as Paige shut the door behind them.

Azzi walked towards Paige at the door. Paige turned around and took the final steps to meet Azzi. When Paige kissed Azzi this time, it was slower and more drawn out. Azzi put her hands up against Paige’s chest and let them rest there. Paige’s hands found their spot on Azzi’s hips.

This kiss was hungrier. It was all mouth and harsh collisions of tongue. The two were pressed so tightly to each other that there was no room for breathing. Eventually, Azzi pulled back for a breath. Paige’s mouth made quick work down Azzi’s jaw. Her kisses were open mouthed and needy.

Azzi sighed at the feeling of Paige’s breath on neck, “Paige.” Azzi whimpered softly.

Paige groaned into Azzi’s neck and pressed a kiss firmer into the area she had been working at. Azzi did nothing to stop this, she just let her.

Azzi quickly realized she would let Paige do whatever she wanted. She let her touch, taste, and feel the most intimate parts of her. She let Paige take and take and tear her apart to bring it all back together. 

Azzi had never felt so worshipped and valued. Paige’s touch was gentle yet claiming in a way Azzi couldn’t describe. Paige was everything Azzi had ever hoped for.

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HII HII can u please do a gd x world-famed kpop idol?? like blackpink-famous iykwim!! and maybe reader being a "junior" in the industry? (eg. them coming from 3rd gen era like bp or basically js young) they met for the very first time at an event, and reader being his junior went excited "omg g dragon?? the G DRAGON???" basically.

idk where to go after that point but perhapss (an idea, take it with a grain of salt lolol) gd was actually lowkey a fan of her instead? like reader was a breathe of fresh air, very talented, on the rise in the industry (did a hollywood thing) or something !!! i hope this part isnt too OOC but UH basically do your magic author!! im going to love anything you write either wayyy xxxxx🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

only girl

summary: in which you're both pretty in pink

You had to physically stop yourself from bouncing on the couch.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and faint cigarette smoke, a combination that somehow smelled exactly like you imagined he would.

Even after two weeks of your evenings spent here, sitting in G-Dragon’s studio still felt like a fever dream.

Your hands clenched into fists in your lap, trying to keep your excitement contained as Jiyong sat across from you, casually scrolling through his laptop as if this wasn’t the biggest moment of your career.

“This is the track,” he finally said, pressing play.

A deep bassline rumbled through the speakers, followed by a hypnotic melody. The beat was dark and sultry, unmistakably his sound, but then - your voice.

Your breath hitched.

He had already layered your demo vocals onto the song.

You glanced at him in disbelief, but Jiyong was watching you intently, one hand resting lazily against his lips.

“You like it?”

“Are you serious?” Your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves. “This is - this is insane. It’s so good.”

He smirked, pleased.

“I'm glad you agreed to work with me. I’ve been a fan of yours for a while,” he admitted casually, as if he hadn’t just shattered your entire perception of reality.

Your brain short-circuited.

“I- wait, really?”

Jiyong chuckled at your reaction. “You have this energy- ” he gestured vaguely, “- that the industry needs. It's addictive. This is your first solo project, right?”

You nodded, still processing the fact that he admitted to liking your music. You were a part of a girl group that were on the rise to success with a couple of hit songs.

The girls were currently on hiatus as they worked on their individual careers and this was the first time you'd worked on something without them. It was surreal that he chose you to feature on his comeback album after his years away from the spotlight.

“Well,” he leaned forward, eyes glinting, “let’s hope this is just the beginning.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 Six months later, 2024 MAMA Awards:

You were trying very hard to keep a straight face.

Which was difficult, considering G-Dragon was standing directly in front of you, smiling that slow, knowing smile like he knew a secret no one else in the room did.

Because he did.

Your bandmates, however, were completely oblivious, practically vibrating as they struggled to remain composed. You were nearly hit in the face with a light stick.

“Holy shit, it’s actually him,” one of them whispered.

Your leader was the first to recover. “Ah! Sunbaenim! It’s an honour to meet you!”

Jiyong chuckled, bowing respectfully. “I’ve been meaning to say hello.”

As he rose, his eyes flickered to yours, just for a second.

No one else noticed, but you did.

That subtle flicker of amusement, that unspoken acknowledgment.

You had seen each other just last night.

And yet, here you were, pretending this was your first interaction.

“I’m a huge fan,” your youngest member gushed. “Like, actually. Huge.”

Jiyong smirked. “Oh?”

Your bandmate nodded rapidly. “We were literally just talking about your performance.”

Which was true.

Jiyong had just stepped off the stage after his first live performance in years, wearing a custom pink ensemble that had the entire room of idols buzzing.

And coincidentally…

You were wearing pink too.

Your stylist had handed you this dress earlier today, saying it would be “perfect for the show.” But you knew better.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

Jiyong planned this.

It was a silent, unspoken statement - one only the two of you understood.

Your bandmates, still too distracted by his presence, completely missed the way his fingers briefly grazed yours when he moved past you.

A touch so fleeting it almost didn’t happen.

Almost.

And then, just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Your bandmate immediately turned to you, shaking your arm.

“Hello?! You love G-Dragon. Why aren't you screaming right now?!”

You blinked innocently.

“Oh, trust me,” you said, lips curling into a secretive smile.

“I was dying on the inside.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Your back hit the hotel suite’s wall with a soft thud, Jiyong’s mouth already on yours before the door had even clicked shut.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the silky fabric of your dress - the pink dress - bunching it slightly as he pulled you closer.

“You looked so good tonight,” he murmured against your lips, voice husky.

You smiled into the kiss, fingers tangling in his pink hair.

“You planned it.”

Jiyong pulled back slightly, cocking a brow. “Planned what?”

You scoffed. “The outfits. You knew I’d match you.”

He grinned, shameless. “Maybe.”

You swatted his arm, but he caught your wrist, pressing a slow kiss to your palm before lacing his fingers with yours.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he mused, smirking. “Trying so hard to act normal.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle either,” you shot back. “The lingering looks? The hand touch? Jiyong, come on.”

He hummed in amusement, resting his forehead against yours.

“We’ve been careful for six months,” he murmured, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist. “You really think people are starting to notice?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “But if you keep showing up to award shows looking like my soulmate, they might.”

Jiyong chuckled.

Then, softly - softer than you’d ever heard him - he murmured,

“Would that be so bad, Jagiya?”

Your breath caught.

This wasn’t just a secret fling anymore.

It was something else entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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astro hypothesis: how your appearance changes

using your asc persona chart you can find out how your appearance will change (or has changed). there are four things i personally would look at when it comes to change: pluto (this change is like a finalized change - when it happens thats it, that's how it is rather permanently), saturn (change that would happen as time passes (aging)), uranus (sudden change or how something evolves with time (kind of like trends you adhere to)), and the 8h (how you transform - what you transform into).

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saturn

10h saturn: often these people age more gracefully than most. or they could look more attractive as they age (aging like "fine wine"). they tend to look more mature than their peers no matter what age, but as they grow older, they have a strong energy which causes others to look to them for answers. as they get older, they tend to prefer classic and conservative clothes - that makes them look very professional. as the baby fat goes away the cheekbones and jawline come out to play! they get more chiseled (bone-wise) with age. they also appear to have a great health routine that keeps them sharp (diet, exercise, skin care routine, etc). lines and wrinkles are real with this placement - "keep making those faces and they'll stick" is true for this person because they do tend to furrow their brow or something of the sort that cases lines.

saturn positively aspecting sun: creative yet refined. they may develop a more sophisticated and polished appearance. they might be drawn to timeless, elegant fashion choices that convey a sense of maturity and grace, blending classic styles with a creative touch. they have a confident maturity in how they present themselves. they have a more authoritative or composed demeanor, which gives them a look that commands respect without being overly stern. they might be more meticulous about their appearance with this placement (lint rollers, no loose strings, etc). otherwise meaning they could pay extra attention to grooming, how clothing fits, and overall presentation, ensuring that everything is well put together and thoughtfully considered. there’s often an acceptance of the aging process with this placement. they tend to embrace a natural/graceful aging process; they aren't fighting against the signs of age.

saturn negatively aspecting uranus: lead to a push-pull dynamic in their appearance, where they alternate between more conventional looks and bold, unconventional styles. they might experiment with their appearance in ways that break from their usual habits, only to later revert to something more conservative. they might feel prompted to make abrupt changes to their appearance - like a drastic haircut, a new fashion style, or even experimenting with tattoos/piercings. these changes might come on impulsively. there might be tension between wanting to fit in and wanting to stand out. which might lead to an appearance that blends both traditional and avant-garde elements. they might adopt a classic wardrobe but accessorize with bold, statement pieces. this aspect could lead to stress, which might impact their appearance. they could experience issues like changes in their skin, weight fluctuations, or have a generally more tense/restless demeanor. either they will have a modern twist on classic styles or a more refined approach to edgy fashion.

saturn negatively aspecting asc: these people might adopt a more serious or reserved look. this could involve dressing more conservatively, choosing muted colors, or adopting a more professional style to reflect a sense of responsibility or authority. saturn’s influence can oftentimes lead to a more toned or slimmed-down appearance due to its association with restriction. they might find themselves more focused on physical fitness or, conversely, they might experience challenges related to their physical body, such as feeling more self-conscious or critical of their appearance. again this placement could mean developing fine lines, gray hairs, or other signs of aging, or it could simply mean adopting a style that feels more appropriate for their current stage of life (you won't find someone with this placement in their 30s wear jeans that are distressed for example). they might notice a sharpening or more defined look to their facial features, such as prominent cheekbones or a more angular jawline. their sense of burden or stress can often be reflected in their appearance. this might manifest as looking more tired or worn, or simply carrying themselves with a heavier demeanor.

uranus

6h uranus: they might frequently change they style or fashion choices on a whim (they are very susceptible to trends - especially with exercise and diet). they might frequently experiment with new looks, hairstyles, or clothing. they are drawn to unique or non-traditional styles that set them apart from the norm. unexpected changes related to health / wellness routines might impact their appearance. that being said adopting a new fitness regimes or dietary habits could result in sudden physical transformations (for example, they could go sugar free and suddenly see a lot of differences in their skin). their approach to grooming / personal care might be erratic or unconventional (for example, they might grow underarm hair and suddenly turn to waxing). they could go through phases of extreme minimalism or elaborate grooming routines.

uranus positively aspecting mars: they might develop an edgy, bold, and uniquely theirs type of appearance. they could be drawn to fashion choices that are innovative, slightly ahead of the curve, or even "futuristic". they sense a trend before others do. they come to have a vibrant, dynamic presence that others notice. their appearance might exude a sense of vitality and excitement - they often use bright colors, bold patterns, or statement accessories that convey their energetic nature. they are more willing to experiment with their physical appearance as well. they could be drawn to trying out new hairstyles, bold makeup looks, etc. their approach to their appearance may be highly individualistic and creatively inspired - its truly theirs. there are subtle but impactful changes in their appearance. they might make small tweaks to their appearance that have a big effect, such as altering their grooming routine, trying out new workout regimens, or gradually refining their style in ways that enhance their overall look. they are more comfortable expressing their individuality through their appearance they really any other placement. they embrace their "quirks" and standing out in a way that feels both authentic and empowered. they might be drawn to a more athletic or streamlined looks given mars. this could manifest as clothing that is both functional and stylish.

uranus negatively aspecting asc: they might feel a strong urge to drastically change their appearance, often in unexpected ways. this could mean experimenting with bold new fashion choices, trying out unconventional hairstyles (that doesn't usually work for them - no hate), or adopting a completely new look that breaks from their past style. they may choose to reject traditional or societal norms in favor of a more unique, individualistic appearance OR they could be conformist and dislike standing out. their appearance is often dynamic and ever-changing. it is likely difficult for them to stick to one style or look for too long (they have to continually rotate their closet). their appearance might either naturally draw attention, whether intentional or not, or they might blend in to the point of disappearing. this could be due to the boldness of their choices or the sheer unpredictability of their style. they are someone who is constantly evolving and never quite the same. they have a strong sense of personal freedom in how they express themselves usually it is apparent in through how they appear.

pluto

4h pluto: often the realization of who they are and who they are connected to triggered their change in appearance. it's often in the eyes, one day they can be happy with a twinkle in their eye then the next its like the light has gone out. they have seen some sh!t and it shows. their resilience and strength radiates right off of them. while they typically look unchanged since youth their aura changes and others sense the change and often feel drawn to them. they could also go from a colorful wardrobe to a dark and edgy one - it's very obvious when they start buying their own clothes and their parents stop doing so. they could also have scars (physical or mental) that date back to childhood that have changed their appearance.

pluto negatively aspecting sun: they might go through a period of intense personal change, which could lead them to alter their appearance to reflect their new sense of self. this could manifest as a dramatic change in style, grooming habits, and/or physical fitness. they might adopt a more powerful or assertive appearance—perhaps choosing darker colors, more dramatic makeup, and/or a bolder fashion style. they might seek to control their appearance in a more meticulous manner, perhaps becoming more concerned with how they are perceived and making deliberate changes to project strength and/or confidence than they feel. stress or emotional upheaval associated with these aspects could potentially affect their physical appearance (they might experience changes in weight, skin, and/or hair due to the emotional intensity of this placement).

pluto positively aspecting mercury: people might see them as more mysterious or profound. these aspects can enhance their ability to uncover hidden truths and understand complex subjects through their powerful abilities to perceive, which might give them a more intense or focused demeanor. they might undergo a transformation in how they think or speak, which could lead to a shift in their overall presence. this might not change their physical appearance but can alter how others perceive them.

pluto positively aspecting venus: they may exude a more powerful, magnetic charm. people could be drawn to them more intensely, perceiving them as mysterious and alluring. they may feel a stronger desire to refine their style, perhaps opting for more sophistication, elegance, or even slightly provocative clothing that reflects a deeper part of their personality. this aspect can inspire them to make changes to their physical appearance, such as trying a new hairstyle, makeup look, and/or even undergoing a more significant transformation like a new fitness regimen. the changes they make are likely to enhance their attractiveness in a way that feels natural and empowering. as their inner confidence grows due to the harmonious energy of a positive aspect, it may naturally reflect in how they carry themselves, making them appear more self-assured and poised.

8h

8h pisces: their eyes/vision maybe change dramatically over time. they appear deep, reflective, or distant. their face gets softer, more rounded - which can give the face a gentle, compassionate appearance. this softness can also manifest in terms of their skin (it can be smooth or delicate in texture). they seem to glide rather than walking, even in old age they tend to move smoothly (not to be morbid but like a ghost). they also give off a subtle magnetism that draws people in over time. this attraction is not necessarily overt rather it is more of a quiet, mysterious allure that makes people want to know more about them.

8h ruler in the 6h: they may experience changes in their appearance through their daily routines. this could include adopting new health and/or fitness regimes that significantly alter their physical body over time, such as weight loss, muscle gain, and/or improved skin condition due to better nutrition or skincare practices. it can obviously go the other way if they aren't making the effort to improve their routines. there’s a strong focus on health. they might become more conscious of how their lifestyle affects their appearance; leading to changes in diet, exercise, and/or sleep habits. this placement can make them more disciplined about maintaining their health, which in turn enhances their physical appearance. this could make a person dedicated or even obsessive with their focus on self-care routines. they might engage in regular detoxes, intensive skincare routines, and/or other practices aimed at regenerating or improving their physical appearance. on the other hand, their appearance might be influenced by their professional environment. this could mean adopting a more polished or practical look that fits their job’s requirements. alternatively, stress or demands from work could impact their appearance, perhaps leading to noticeable changes like dark circles, weight fluctuation (from low activity at a desk job OR cortisol level), and/or tension lines. they might adopt an appearance that is understated yet intriguing, or perhaps there’s something about their look that others find compelling or enigmatic, even if they maintain a relatively simple style. they are equally likely to go through phases of transformation where their appearance changes significantly - perhaps after overcoming a health issue and/or making a major lifestyle change.

8h ruler in the 10h: their appearance could become more refined, serious, or polished to convey a sense of strength and professionalism, especially in a career context. they may experience significant changes in their public persona and appearance over time. this could involve a complete makeover or a shift in style to reflect changes in their career/public role. they might reinvent their look to align with a new phase in their professional life. they might be drawn to darker, more sophisticated clothing, or they could develop a look that is intriguing and slightly enigmatic, which draws people’s attention in professional and public settings. their career might demand a certain level of formality and/or authority in their appearance. they may consciously cultivate a look that commands respect and reflects their ambitions. this could include dressing in a way that aligns with their professional goals, such as adopting a more corporate, polished, and/or tailored style. the way they look could become a key part of how they are known publicly. they might carefully curate their appearance to ensure it aligns with the image they wish to project professionally. this could involve regular updates to their style to stay relevant or to reflect changes in their career trajectory.

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FREAKS ON A FRIDAY

COLLEGE BF!WOOYOUNG / FEM READER

⤏ Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.

⤏ Genre(s): *drabble, smut (what's new?)

⤏ Content: college!au, established relationship!au, non-idol!au

⤏ NSFW Warning(s): unprotected piv, mean switch!Wooyoung, switch!fem reader, face slapping, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, possessiveness, reader has nipple piercings, please keep in mind that both are quite masochistic

⤏ Note*: this content is completely fictional.

“My eyes are up here, Dickhead!”

“But my eyes are down here, Sugartits; not my fault they’re right in front of me.”

Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, sat himself on the toilet lid, his hands that found home on your hips pulling you closer as you stumbled between his parted thighs. He wasn’t fazed at all by your eyes that were blown out in anger, veiling that shit-eating grin you knew all too well behind a composed smirk. If it weren’t obvious already, it took a lot more than your cute little tantrums to have an effect on him. He knew how to handle that short fuse of yours like clockwork.

“You are not allowed to call me that right now.”

“C’mon, you love it when I call you that,” he slurred, nuzzling his face between your breasts in the process. To his dismay, you wriggled out of his hold, leaning against the wall before tucking your chest under your arms.

“Why don’t you ask Kristen or Kirsten—whatever the hell her name is—to let you motorboat her tits?” you spat.

Wooyoung couldn’t resist the laugh that fought hard to escape his lips, shaking his head and adjusting the shades that kept most of his bangs away from his face. He didn’t let your seething demeanor stop him from joining you once again, pressing his frame gently against you with a hand resting on the wall beside your head. The other cradled your chin between his fingers, and that grin of his showed up in its full form.

“There’s no girl’s tits I wanna motorboat other than yours, Baby.”

You rolled your eyes, hoping that was enough to distract yourself from your thumping heart.

“Well, aren’t you such a romantic?” you said, voice laced with sarcasm.

A few knocks at the door stole your attention for a fleeting moment, and you both opt to ignore them. Wooyoung sighed once the knocks became louder, briefly retracting from you to yell out, “It’s occupied!”

“Not anymore. I’m leaving,” you muttered. But before you could move, he’s got you cornered again, and it’s your turn to sigh. Despite the smile still lingering on his lips, he sounded more serious this time.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Kirsten’s just a friend? You jealous girl,” he said, no malice in his tone. Rather, he was quite gentle with how he spoke to you.

“She was playing with your hair!”

“And she has a girlfriend, Baby—who was right beside her.”

Your lips parted and closed a few times as you tried to gather your words, but you didn’t know what to say. He took it as a sign to continue reassuring you, placing his hand on your warm cheek.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear to you, I should’ve. I don’t see her that way at all; she definitely does not see me that way. I’ll consider your feelings more from now on, okay?”

Your lips formed a pout, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes as embarrassment washed over you.

“I’m sorry for overreacting. It’s just that…your hair—”

“You like being the only one pulling on it, huh?”

He didn’t hide that he noticed how his question had caught you off guard.

“W-What?”

“Don’t play all ‘shy girl’ with me now. You know, I can still feel the effects of how hard you pulled on my hair last night,” he purred. “You would love it if I got on my knees and let you run your fingers in my hair right now, hm?”

You stammered his name under your breath when he licked a strip along your neck, kissing and sucking your skin before moving lower to your breasts. It never bothered him too much when you wore a form-fitting shirt and forewent a bra, the shape of your piercings bulging under the tight, stretchy fabric. That was as long as he was the only one who had the privilege of playing with them, of course. And when your shirt was bunched above your breasts, he stole more than just a quick look. His eyes were hungry, staring long enough to brand the image of your tits in his mind.

Two cute little silver hearts for both of your nipples, hugging the buds together just perfectly. You just had them pierced a month or so ago, and you’d be lying if you denied that half the reason why you did was for Wooyoung. You wanted to get something that was only to share with him; in a sense, it made your heart flutter at how intimate it really was. Maybe a few others got a glimpse of your piercings sometimes, but Wooyoung always received the full experience.

“I’ll never get tired of these,” he murmured, pressing his thumbs on your nipples to light a reaction from you. He was good at catching every little detail about you, savoring each short breath you took, how your lips parted, and the way your tummy contracted from any shock of pleasure.

“You really went through that pain for me,” he stated more so than asked.

“It’s worth it,” you whispered. “And it feels...hah”—your face contorted when he captured your nipple between his lips—“it feels s-so good now. So sensitive…”

He hummed. “I bet it does.”

The air was so thick and hot, polluted with the pungent mix of alcohol and weed; it made you a little lightheaded. The shitty trap song muffled by the door went deaf on your ears, and all you could focus on was the wet muscle that toyed with your nipple. Your hand found its way to the other, begging to be touched and tweaked between your fingers. The heat between your legs was growing to be unbearable, thighs spread apart as if they were ready to welcome his touch between them.

He released your flesh with a pop, giving you one dizzying kiss that had him dropping to his knees nearly going unnoticed by you. He squeezed your thighs in his hands, eventually snaking them higher to push the hem of your denim skirt up. You threw on whatever pair of underwear you could find in your drawer and unfortunately for you, they were light enough to show an embarrassingly dark spot left by your arousal. And fortunately for him, he got to ogle at it.

His finger wagged against your clothed nub, an almost mocking chuckle leaving him. “What an easy girl you are.”

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You didn’t know what came over you to do what you did next. Your panties slipped down to your ankles and before he knew it, his shades slipped from his hair as you grabbed a fistful of his locks at the base, shoving his head between your legs. Wooyoung made a small sound of surprise, though he easily complied, parting his lips almost immediately to suck on your clit.

“Why are you s-such a tease, Wooyo?” you whined, frustration building in your tone as you hooked one leg over his shoulder and began to roll your hips. “You piss me o-off sometimes!”

He groaned when the grasp on his hair tightened, your nails grazing his scalp in an almost indescribable, painful pleasure that had blood rushing up his cock. His hands searched for purchase on your thighs, his own nails digging into your flesh deep enough that they’d leave little crescents behind.

“S-Sometimes I feel like you really need me to ride your face to sh-shut you up,” you moaned.

He’d nearly creamed in his pants right then and there. You were so fucking cute and hot all in one when you were mad like this.

“Wooyo, g-gonna cum! Gonna cum, gonna cum—oh, my fucking God…”

With one last whimper, you reached climax, bliss intoxicating your senses as you rode your orgasm out on his face until you reached satisfaction. You released your grip on his hair, pushing him away gently while you caught your breath, waiting out the twitching in your thighs to settle down in silence. Your boyfriend was left speechless for a minute, dazed as if there was nothing in that pretty little head of his other than the voice that told him to lick your cum off his lips.

The next thing you knew, your ass was perched on the countertop, your hand accidentally flipping the faucet on in an attempt to balance yourself. Wooyoung stood between your thighs and unbuckled his belt, slipping out his cock from underneath his boxers. As much as you loved seeing him naked, you were always fascinated by the sight of him fully clothed, nothing but his erection dripping with pre-cum exposed to you. Maybe it was the urgency—the need to fuck you right now so overpowering that he didn’t have the patience to strip his clothes off.

“You’re such an impatient little brat,” he huffed, a hushed groan interrupting his thoughts when he slid his cock in your warmth. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you savored the sensation of being stretched open for the first time that night. He grabbed handfuls of your ass before landing two simultaneous smacks that aroused a yelp from you, and whispered, “You’re lucky that I liked that.”

He didn’t warn you about the strong thrust that had your jaw dropping, one that was followed by a series of jackhammered movements that left you a broken, moaning mess. You probably didn’t sound the prettiest right now, switching between whimpers and pants like you were some bitch in heat. But the beauty of Wooyoung was that you didn’t have to be insecure about how you sounded, because he liked everything that was you. Even if he fucked you like he hated your guts.

“What was that you said about riding m-my face? To shut me up, h-huh? How about I fuckin’ slap you to teach you a lesson?” he grunted.

You swore that you felt a surge of your arousal dripping on the countertop with every pounding from his cock. Nothing turned you on more than a nice slap on your face from Wooyoung, you nearly melted into a pile of mush in his grasp.

“F-Fuck—yes!” you cried.

His thrusts never wavered as his hand lingered near your face, ready to land a firm hit on your cheek.

“Mm, here it comes, Baby.”

One, two, three slaps came at you that rendered you dizzy, the stinging pain on your cheek dissipating into a tingling pleasure. Wooyoung’s eyes studied in lust at how your own had fluttered shut, the whites peaking underneath your lashes as he soothed the affected area with his thumb. He repeated the same pattern one more time, almost disgustingly enamored at how much of a painslut his sweet girl was.

“Need to learn how to control your temper,” he muttered.

There was something about your pout and your knitted brows, matched with your flushed skin and your disheveled hair that had him going. How could he resist a face like that?

“I just—ah—love you s-so much, Wooyo!”

You were too cute for your own good.

His hand led yours onto his face, warm to the touch and glistening with sweat. With a few nods, he said softly, “S-Slap me…I haven’t been good e-either, Baby.”

“Wooyo,” you crooned.

“Do it n-now,” he insisted. “I’m all yours.”

And with that, your fingers reached for the back of his head, grasping his hair near his scalp before pulling it back. Wooyoung let out a wanton moan when your hand met his cheek. His hips began to slam against you at unbridled speeds as he began to lose himself in pure, sexual bliss.

“Fuck…hit me h-harder! Like you fucking mean it,” he whined. His cock continued to ram in and out of you, growing sloppier with each fuck as you watched his eyes glaze with tears, and his cheeks flushed with pink. You did as you’re told and slapped him with a firm smack, and that’s what it took for him to smash your lips together with his own. You threw your arms around his neck while he groped your breast, fondling your nipple with his thumb as you both swallowed the other’s growingly high-pitched moans.

“You’re mine,” you mumbled against his lips.

Those two words were enough for him to release a guttural groan, filling your pussy with spurts of cum that left him trembling. But he didn’t stop there, muffling his cries of overstimulation by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears dripping onto your back, the desperate need to make you cum becoming so apparent that it made your head spin. And with a few more frantic bucks from his hips, your walls suffocated his throbbing cock with a selfish squeeze, your gratified mewls melding with his broken pleas.

His weight toppled over you while you’re rendered boneless, legs falling limp against the bottom cupboards after releasing his waist. Wooyoung snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, absorbing the intoxicating pheromones that have begun to mask your fading perfume. You’re both left speechless for a few minutes, digesting the music that had been indistinct to your ears during your little fuck session. And when you’re ready, you each check on the other, sharing vulnerable kisses and sweet nothings that were reserved only between you and him.

You didn’t know exactly how long you’d spent time in the bathroom, but judging by the glaringly sour looks of a few who stood nearby on the outside, you’d say you took a considerable amount of sweet time. And as you expected from your ever-so-composed boyfriend, he sent the next person a smirk, rubbing his own red, blotchy cheek. Fixing his shades on top of his head, he entwined his fingers with yours soon after.

“It’s all yours.”

[socialobligation]

Salutations. 🤓🤚 (this is kinda rambly sorry)

How we feeling about Todoroki not understanding social cues and completely messing shit up w/ shawty. (Personally I think it's a hilarious idea.) "Ommgg get outtt" "...okay?" Dips the fuck out. I think it could be a funny smau thingy or a drabble or WHATEVER it'll be good cus ur hella funny!! (ALSO I SAW UR KIRI× ALT-ISH READER AND I KNOW THAT WOULD ALSO EAT WITH LIKE AN ALT READER X TOKOYAMI OR SHOJI literally my favorite characters and I always thought that alt reader was very similar to dadzawa reader person so aizawa v. Readers bf would be funny too) okay I'm stopping nooowwww much love

get out | s. todoroki

what starts as a miscommunication lesson slowly unravels into something much softer, where teasing turns into quiet confessions, and maybe—just maybe—you're both a little more obvious than you thought.

it’s been months now. the two of you have fallen into that rare kind of friendship that feels effortless—the kind built from shared late-night study sessions, stupid inside jokes, and a surprising amount of mutual patience. shoto isn’t someone you expected to become your closest friend; he’s too formal, too literal, too composed. and yet somehow, he became your person. steady. dependable. stubbornly honest.

he's smart, meticulous, and considerate in ways that sneak up on you—the way he memorizes your coffee order, the way he lends you his umbrella without comment when he knows you forgot yours, the way he notices when you're tired and offers to carry your books without asking. but even after all this time, he still stumbles over basic social cues like they’re potholes on an otherwise flawless street.

and honestly? it's a little endearing. a little dangerous, too, when you’re harboring a crush you can’t quite figure out how to hide.

case in point: today.

when you shove his shoulder lightly, laughing as you say, "oh my god, get out," he reacts without hesitation.

he stands up.

"okay," he says, already halfway to the door with the solemnity of someone obeying a direct command.

you blink at him, stunned. "wait—no, i didn't mean—"

he halts mid-step, looking at you with genuine concern. "you told me to get out."

"it’s a figure of speech, dude," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. "like… 'no way!' or 'shut up!' it doesn't actually mean leave."

he blinks, processing this new data. "i see."

"do you?"

"not entirely."

you laugh, shaking your head as you pat the cushion beside you. "sit back down, you're fine."

he hesitates, then retraces his steps with careful precision, lowering himself stiffly into the chair across from you, posture perfect like he’s bracing for another misunderstanding.

you snort into your drink. "you're so formal. it's like hanging out with a very polite cat."

he tilts his head slightly, considering. "is that meant to be a compliment?"

"sure," you say, grinning.

he looks genuinely pleased, though the slight furrow between his brows suggests he's filed the statement away for later analysis.

you pull your legs up onto the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone while he watches you with quiet attentiveness, like you might do something critical at any moment. it's not weird. or at least, it’s not weird to you anymore. shoto pays attention to people he cares about.

he just doesn’t always know how to show it.

"you can chill, you know," you say, glancing up.

"i am chill."

"you're sitting like you're about to recite the national anthem."

he straightens further. "good posture is important."

"relax, mr. posture," you tease, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him.

it smacks him in the face with a soft thud. he doesn’t even blink.

he catches it carefully, setting it on his lap like it’s a fragile object.

"thank you," he says, genuinely.

you burst out laughing.

"okay," you say, setting your drink down, "lesson one. when someone says 'get out' while laughing, it usually means 'i can't believe you just said that, that's hilarious.' not 'please leave.'"

he nods slowly, committing it to memory with grave seriousness.

"lesson two," you continue, leaning forward a little, "if i call you 'stupid' or 'dummy' while smiling, it doesn't mean you're actually stupid. it usually means i think you're being… cute."

he processes this with a blink. "so verbal insults can sometimes signal affection."

"exactly."

he nods again, more confidently.

"lesson three," you say, gesturing to the pillow he's still holding, "if someone throws a pillow at you, it's usually affectionate. like, it means they like you."

he stares at the pillow. then at you. back at the pillow.

"oh," he says simply, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

you clear your throat, suddenly needing to look very intently at your shoes.

"not—not always like, like-like," you add hastily, stumbling a little. "sometimes it's just friendly. but… sometimes it’s… y’know."

he watches you for a long moment, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

"is it… like that?" he asks.

you glance up, heart hammering.

"maybe," you say, soft, unable to summon anything cooler or smarter.

he tilts his head again, as if weighing the information.

"good," he says finally, in that same plain, almost reverent voice.

you blink. "good?"

"i like you too," he says, with all the certainty of a fact he's double-checked.

he tosses the pillow back at you—lighter this time, more casual—and there's a flicker of a real smile tugging at his mouth.

"reciprocal," he adds, because of course he would.

you catch the pillow against your chest, laughing despite the way your heart is doing somersaults.

"lesson four," you say, regaining your composure, "if someone says something obviously ridiculous, like 'i could totally fight a bear,' you're supposed to play along. not start listing reasons why it's inadvisable."

he looks genuinely troubled by this. "but fighting a bear would be strategically unsound—"

"shoto."

he stops. reconsiders.

"you could absolutely fight a bear," he says, voice deadpan.

you cackle, tossing the pillow at him again. he catches it without effort, a glint of humor in his eyes now, subtle but unmistakable.

"you're getting there," you say, sinking back into the couch with a grin.

"thank you," he replies, a little looser, a little lighter.

he's still shoto—precise, literal, impossibly sincere.

and now, maybe, a little yours too.

[bradleysass]

fit - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 561

James Potter was lying upside down on the Gryffindor common room couch, feet hooked over the backrest, head dangling off the edge, watching Regulus Black read. He’d been in this position for a solid twenty minutes, and so far, Regulus had only glanced at him twice. This was unacceptable.

Regulus, perfectly composed despite the chaos of the room around him, was settled in the armchair across from him, book in hand, fingers lazily turning the pages as if James’ ridiculous antics weren’t happening directly in front of him. The fire crackled softly in the background, an almost domestic scene—if not for the fact that James was currently considering one of his greatest experiments yet.

“I have a question,” James announced, swinging slightly so his hair nearly brushed the floor.

Regulus hummed, still not looking up. “Do I want to hear it?”

“If we could tempt Peter with cheese, do you think he’d fit inside a tiny box?”

Regulus’ book lowered just enough to reveal his unimpressed stare. “Are you asking me if we can trap your best friend in a box?”

“Tiny box,” James corrected, lifting a finger as if this was an important distinction. “Think about it. He turns into a rat. Rats like cheese. We put cheese in a very small box, he crawls in, we close the lid.”

Regulus blinked at him, expression utterly devoid of amusement. “Why?”

James grinned. “For science.”

Regulus let out a long breath and returned to his book. “I worry about you.”

“I think it’s a valid experiment.”

“You also thought it was a valid experiment to see if you could stick all ten Chocolate Frog cards to your face and walk around like normal.”

James gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “That was a success.”

“That was embarrassing.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

“Are you actually going to test this on Pettigrew, or was this just another one of your fleeting thoughts I have to suffer through?”

James considered it, then rolled onto his stomach, nearly toppling off the couch in the process. “I dunno. Maybe. I mean, it’s not like we’d leave him in there forever. Just… long enough to prove a point.”

Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And what point would that be?”

“That we can do it.”

Regulus muttered something under his breath about regretting his life choices. Before he could follow up with a scathing remark, a loud crash echoed through the common room, causing both of them to snap their heads toward the noise.

Barty Crouch Jr. stood over what had once been a perfectly good chair, now in pieces on the floor. Evan Rosier, looking neither impressed nor surprised, stared at him with mild exasperation.

Barty dusted off his hands as if he had just performed a noble feat. “Chairs are flimsy.”

“They are when you throw them,” Evan drawled, arms crossed.

“I had to test its durability,” Barty said, completely unbothered. “For science.”

James sat up, pointing at him. “See! Barty gets it.”

Regulus sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “I think I need new friends.”

James beamed at him, shifting across the couch to flop his head into Regulus’ lap. “Too late, love. You’re stuck with us.”

Regulus groaned, but he didn’t push James away. Instead, he absentmindedly ran his fingers through James’ hair as he turned the page of his book.

[ferrarifudds]

Assist From Bueckers. ✷ Azzi Fudd

Pairing: Azzi Fudd x Reader

Summary: When Paige is Azzi’s wingman and quite frankly embarrasses her a little..

Word Count: 900+

Disclaimer/s: This was so stupid and i actually couldn’t stop chuckling. Paige cameo tho. LMFKSOAOAA

It was a nice afternoon, the kind where campus wasn’t so overwhelming. The sun was out, but there’s a cool breeze that makes the walk bearable. You had your headphones in, half-listening to a playlist, half-focused on where you’re going. It’s one of those moments where you’re just existing, taking in the sound of footsteps on pavement, the chatter of students passing by, the occasional distant laughter.

And then—

Thud.

Something bounces hard against the pavement in front of you, skidding to a stop just inches from your foot.

You jolt, instinctively taking a step back, blinking down at..

A basketball..?

Before you can even process where it came from, someone moves past you, effortlessly scooping it up in one smooth motion.

“Sorry about that.”

You look up, and—oh.

Azzi? Fudd? Girl bye.

She stood there, holding the ball under one arm, slightly out of breath but still composed.

She’s wearing a hoodie, sleeves pushed up, shorts that suggest she’s either coming from practice or on her way to one. Her hair’s pulled back, but a few strands have slipped free, framing her face. She looks at you with an apologetic half-smile, shifting the ball in her grip.

“I swear that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You blink, still caught up in the sudden shift from a peaceful walk to a near-death-by-basketball.

“Trying to shoot into an invisible basket?” You quirked a brow, teasing.

Azzi huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. “No, just bad aim.” She glances over her shoulder, and you follow her gaze—

A few yards away, the campus superstar was standing with her hands on her hips, looking way too pleased with herself.

Paige.

“Took you long enough, Fudd!” The blonde calls out. “Make the move!”

Azzi squeaked, nearly turning red before she muttered something under her breath, looking back to you. “She does this on purpose, I swear.”

You glance between them, putting the pieces together. “Wait… was this, like, planned?”

Azzi grimaces like she wants to deny it, but Paige is already making things worse.

“More like assisted,” Paige approaches you both, way too smug.

Azzi groans. You can see her fingers tighten around the basketball like she’s considering launching it right back at Paige’s head.

You bite back a smile. “Is this how you usually introduce yourself?”

Azzi exhales, dragging a hand down her face. “Not exactly how I pictured it.”

Now that you think about it, you do recognize her from more than just basketball.

“She wasn’t gonna do it if I didn’t step in so—“ Paige spoke up.

Azzi groaned, pushing her friend back. “Can you. Walk away. Like real quick.” She was a little flustered.

Paige bit down a grin, glancing between the two of you. “Aight, my bad.” She nodded, listening to Azzi’s request as she walked off to stand a good distance away.

“Uhm… You’re in my econ class, right?” You ask, trying to deflect the tension.

Her eyes flick back to yours, surprised for a second before she nods. “Oh! Yeah. I was gonna say—I’ve seen you in there.”

That catches you off guard.

You figured someone like Azzi had better things to focus on than random classmates, but here she is, confirming she has noticed you.

“That’s funny,” You say, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me.”

She tilts her head, like that’s ridiculous. “You sit a few rows ahead of me. I see you in there all the time.”

Your stomach does something weird at that—not a full flip, but maybe a half one.

Azzi doesn’t seem to notice your brief mental spiral, though. Instead, she nods toward you, almost casual. “And uh.. you went to the game last night, right?”

You blink, surprised again. “Yeah, actually. How’d you know?”

Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a smile. “Saw you in the stands.”

Now that makes your stomach flip.

You recover quickly, clearing your throat. “Well, since we’re talking about it—you played really good. It was fun to watch.”

Azzi shifts her grip on the ball, looking down for a second before meeting your gaze again. Her voice is quieter when she says, “Thanks.”

For a second, it’s just quiet. Not awkward, but lingering. Like there’s something else waiting to be said.

Azzi rolls the ball between her fingers, exhaling like she’s deciding something in real-time. Then—

“Well,” she starts, glancing briefly at Paige before shaking her head. “Since I already got ambushed into this, might as well go for it.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Go for what?”

She straightens slightly. “Do you wanna grab dinner sometime?”

It’s simple, like she’s trying not to make a big deal of it. But there’s something there—not nervousness, exactly, but maybe anticipation. Like she cares about the answer.

You let the question hang for just a second longer than necessary, just to watch her shift on her feet.

Then, finally—

“Yeah, actually,” You say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”

Azzi exhales, the tension in her shoulders disappearing almost instantly. “Cool.”

Paige, meanwhile, lets out a very loud, very obvious cheer. “Let’s goooo!”

Neither of you turn to acknowledge her. Azzi just shakes her head, grinning now, eyes still on you.

And, yeah.

Maybe this assist wasn’t so bad after all.

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[love-deepspace]

You confess your love to them

— “I like you, Xavier, like, really like you..”

Xavier is reserved and composed in his response. He might initially appear calm and collected, but underneath his calm demeanor, his heart skips a beat. He never realized how badly he needed to hear these words from you. He might take a moment to process the confession before giving a thoughtful reply, acknowledging your feelings while considering the implications for your relationship and the shared dangerous mission you have. Xavier would be sincere in his response, but also express relief.

"I didn’t expect this… but I’ve felt something for you too. Thank you for telling me.”

— “Can we talk, Rafayel?”

Rafayel would respond with a touch of playfulness, pretending he didn’t hear you the first few times only to hear you repeat those heartwarming words again. A grin would be plastered on his face as he studied your features, trying to read whether you were sincere or just messing about. He might tease you a bit to lighten the tension, but beneath his teases, he is giddy. All of this was real, his favorite person in the whole wide world had confessed to him— no more lonely nights in his studio nor wondering whether you were really on a mission or spending time with some other man while he eagerly awaited your texts…

"So, you’ve finally admitted what I’ve known all along? I’ve been drawn to you from the start, it only made sense for you to feel the same way."

— “I know it’s late, but I need to tell you something, Zayne. Please listen.”

Zayne would take a moment to absorb the confession, his usual calm and thoughtful demeanor keeping him grounded. The doctor’s first reaction would be a gentle, contemplative silence, as he carefully chooses his words, not necessarily out of hesitation but more so out of a desire to be as sincere as possible. Zayne’s maturity and sense of responsibility come through first as he only wants what’s best for you. Even if that meant falling for someone else but him, but fortunately, his feelings were returned.

“You’ve always been important to me, more than you know. If you’re sure about this, then I’m ready to be by your side…"

— “Sylus, do you have a minute?”

Sylus would respond with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. He’d take a moment to let the weight of the confession hang in the air, enjoying the tension before making his move. His voice, smooth and patronizing, his steps slow, before he came to a halt in front of you.

“Is that so, kitten?” Sylus chuckle softly, his hand lightly brushing against your cheek, the touch both possessive and teasing.

“You’ve intrigued me from the start. You’re not like the others who fall in line without question. That’s why I won’t let you slip away. You’ve caught my attention, and believe me, I don’t intend to let go easily, sweetie.”

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ a confession?! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Azul Ashengrotto x gn! reader

𓏵 687 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, fluff

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The Mostro Lounge was quieter than usual, the usual chatter of customers replaced by the gentle clinking of fine china and the occasional hum of the kitchen staff preparing orders. You sat at your usual spot— one Azul had specifically reserved for you, though he’d never admit it outright— and poked at the assortment of new dishes before you.

“You really are too nice to me, Azul,” you mused, twirling a spoon between your fingers. “Letting me try all these new menu items for free? I feel like I should be paying you back somehow.”

Azul, who had been calmly adjusting his glasses, nearly choked on his own breath. “T-Too nice?” he echoed, voice slightly higher than usual. He cleared his throat, composing himself. “Nonsense. Consider it an exclusive preview. Besides, I appreciate your feedback as a valued customer.”

You chuckled, picking up a forkful of a particularly decadent-looking dessert. “Right, because I’m just a customer,” you teased. “You’re always looking out for me, you know. Giving me discounts, personally checking in on me… If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re spoiling me.”

Azul’s hand twitched against the counter, and you swore you saw a faint pink hue dusting his cheeks. He adjusted his glasses again, a telltale sign of his nervousness. “I-It’s simply good business practice to treat regular patrons well.”

You smirked. “Oh? So you do this for everyone?”

Azul opened his mouth to reply but hesitated. You had him cornered, and he knew it. He quickly busied himself by adjusting a stack of menus, as if that would somehow shift the conversation away from him.

You, of course, had no intention of letting him escape. “I mean, I don’t see you offering free samples to just anyone,” you continued, feigning innocence. “So what makes me special?”

Azul stiffened, his fingers tightening slightly around the menu in his hands. The weight of your expectant gaze was unbearable, and the warmth creeping up his face refused to subside. He could feel Floyd’s eyes boring into him from across the lounge, the eel undoubtedly enjoying his torment.

“You’re…” Azul started, but his voice faltered. He took a breath, attempting to maintain his usual composed demeanor, but you had unknowingly backed him into a corner he couldn’t worm his way out of. “You— You’re special, alright?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Azul exhaled sharply, placing both hands on the counter as if bracing himself for impact. “You’re special to me,” he said more firmly, though his voice still wavered. “That’s why I do these things for you. Not because of business, not because I’m trying to curry favor— just because I want to.”

The words hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken feelings. Azul, who had faced countless business negotiations, ruthless contracts, and the terrifying whims of the Leech twins, suddenly found himself fearing only one thing: your reaction.

You stared at him for a moment, processing his words. Then, slowly, a bright smile spread across your face. “Azul,” you said softly, “are you confessing to me right now?”

Azul let out a strangled noise, his entire face flushing a deep red. “W-Well, you were the one who kept pushing the topic!” he blurted out, practically combusting on the spot. “What was I supposed to do? Lie?”

You laughed, the sound warm and full of delight. “No, no, I just— I didn’t expect you to actually say it.”

Azul groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Seven, help me…”

You reached across the counter, gently pulling his hand away so you could see his face. “Hey,” you said softly, “for the record, I think you’re really special too.”

Azul’s breath hitched, his wide, stormy eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. But there was none— only warmth, only sincerity.

For once, he found himself at a loss for words. But as your fingers lingered against his, he decided—perhaps for the first time in his life— that this was a deal he didn’t need to negotiate.

[amkyor]

S. TODOROKI SHORT STORY

Short note: This short story was originally in mha guys react to reader using a pickup line on them but I thought it deserved its own section so here it is!! This section is still in the mha guys link though!! Also, chapter 21 of my Bakugo x Reader is out. Check it out!! Link at the end of this post!!

Unique Beauty ᡣ𐭩

The warm glow of the small lamp in the corner of the room cast soft, golden hues across the walls, giving the space a cozy and intimate ambiance.

You were seated on the floor in your apartment, cross-legged on the plush rug, with Todoroki sitting directly across from you.

His mismatched eyes watched you curiously, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as he observed the items you’d brought back from the bathroom.

In your hands were two face masks—both contained in sleek, colorful pouches—and a pair of headbands.

You had been gifted the masks a few days ago by a friend who swore they were amazing for relaxation, and the idea of doing them with Todoroki had popped into your head immediately.

Surprisingly, he had agreed without hesitation, his calm demeanor making it clear he didn’t mind indulging you in small things like this.

"Alright," you said, breaking the silence as you placed everything on the floor between you. "First things first, we need to keep our hair out of the way."

Todoroki’s gaze shifted to the headbands, his brows furrowing slightly. “We’re wearing those?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with faint curiosity.

You chuckled, holding one up for him to see. “Yes, we are. Unless you want face mask goo in your hair, which I’m guessing you don’t.”

He tilted his head slightly, considering your words before nodding. “Fair enough.”

With a smile, you picked up the other headband and slipped it over your own head.

The stretchy fabric was soft against your skin as you carefully positioned it, pulling back the strands of your hair that framed your face.

You adjusted it a few times, making sure it sat just right, and then tucked any loose pieces behind your ears.

“There,” you said, sitting back and giving him a small grin. “See? Easy.”

Todoroki watched you intently, his heterochromatic eyes following your movements as if committing every detail to memory.

Though his expression remained composed, you could tell he was slightly intrigued by the whole process.

“You look cute,” he said suddenly, his tone as straightforward as ever but carrying a certain warmth that made your cheeks flush.

You laughed softly, brushing off the compliment as you reached for the second headband.

“It’s just a headband, Shoto,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

He shrugged, leaning forward slightly as you prepared to hand him the other headband.

“Still,” he said simply, and the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

Shaking off the sudden flutter in your chest, you turned your focus back to the task at hand, ready to guide him through the next step in your little self-care ritual.

You handed Todoroki the second headband, watching as he stared at it like it was some foreign object.

“Just put it on like I did,” you said, demonstrating with your hands how to stretch it out and slide it over your head.

He gave a small nod and attempted to mimic your movements.

The result was… less than perfect.

The headband sat askew, one side bunched up near his temple, while the other was twisted and barely holding back his hair.

A few strands stubbornly stuck out, and the sight was so adorably Todoroki that you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“You’re—” you tried to speak between giggles, “you’re not supposed to wear it like that!”

Todoroki blinked at you, completely unbothered by your amusement. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked, his tone as calm as ever.

You leaned forward, still chuckling. “Everything is wrong with it, Shoto. Here, let me fix it.”

Without waiting for his reply, you scooted closer and reached out to adjust the headband yourself.

He sat still as you worked, his eyes fixed on your face as your fingers carefully untangled the fabric and smoothed it over his head.

The world seemed to slow down as you pushed his hair back, revealing more of his face.

His dual-colored strands fell neatly under the band, and his forehead came into view, unencumbered by the usual fringe of hair.

Your movements faltered for just a moment as your eyes fell on his scar.

With his hair pulled away, it was more visible than ever, its jagged edges a stark contrast against his otherwise flawless skin.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, not out of discomfort but because of how striking he looked.

“There,” you whispered softly, finishing the adjustment and making sure the headband was sitting properly.

You were inches away from him now, your hands lingering near his face.

His mismatched eyes met yours, and for a second, neither of you moved.

Unable to help yourself, you let your fingertips brush against his cheek, your thumb instinctively tracing over the edge of his scar.

His skin was warm under your touch, and the texture of the scar was slightly raised but smooth.

“Shoto…” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

His eyes softened, and though he didn’t say anything, the way he leaned ever so slightly into your touch spoke volumes.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes widened slightly at your words, the faintest hint of surprise flickering across his usually calm expression.

He blinked, as if trying to process the depth of what you’d just said.

For a moment, the room was silent save for the soft hum of the heater in the background.

You kept your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing over his scar again as you offered him a warm smile. “I don’t see a flaw when I look at you; I see a story that’s made you who you are,” you said softly.

The weight of your words seemed to settle over him, and his lips parted slightly as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

“Scars are like badges of courage,” you continued, your voice filled with sincerity. “I can tell you’ve faced something and come out stronger. That scar doesn’t take away from your beauty—it adds to it. It’s a part of you that makes you uniquely beautiful.”

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, and you could see the faintest dusting of pink creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks.

His gaze softened further, the hard lines of his face melting away into something so tender it made your chest ache.

“You really think that?” he finally asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

You nodded without hesitation. “I don’t just think it, Shoto—I know it.”

For a moment, he simply looked at you, his expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, his hand came up to rest over yours, the warmth of his palm enveloping your fingers. He held your hand against his cheek, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a quiet gesture of gratitude and affection.

“You always know what to say,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’ve never really thought of it that way.”

“Well, you should,” you said with a small laugh, trying to ease the intensity of the moment. “You’re pretty amazing, Shoto. Scars and all.”

His lips curved into the smallest of smiles, a genuine one that reached his eyes. “I think you’re the amazing one,” he replied, his voice still soft but filled with a kind of reverence that made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words carrying more weight than you could have imagined.

You smiled back at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and love in the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Always,” you whispered back.

☆ ADULT BAKUGO FANFICTION ☆

[earthlybeam]

Lindir and Haldir reacting to being called baby girl?

It’s a habit of mine to just call anything I find adorable that😭

…😈

Haldir, lindir version below.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

You’re standing beside Haldir on one of the elegant bridges overlooking a gently flowing stream. The soft glow of the moon filters through the golden leaves, casting silver light on his finely chiseled features. He stands as he always does—tall, composed, radiating an air of elven pride that makes him seem untouchable. But tonight, you decide to push the limits.

“Baby girl,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear. Haldir stiffens immediately. His sharp, ageless eyes narrow as he turns his head slightly toward you, his silver-blond hair shifting with the movement. There is an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips—disbelief, irritation, and something else entirely unreadable. “What,” he says, voice clipped, “did you just call me?”

You fold your arms, biting back a grin. “Baby girl.” For a moment, there is only silence. The stream continues its gentle murmuring, and the distant voices of elves singing float through the air. But Haldir? He simply stares. His brows furrow ever so slightly, and his lips part as if he wants to speak, yet no words come. “Are you unwell?” he finally asks, tilting his head, voice laced with suspicion. “Nope,” you reply, smug. “Just felt like it suited you.”

Haldir blinks slowly, as if trying to process the sheer audacity of your words. His hands are now clasped tightly behind his back—a clear sign that he is restraining himself. His jaw tightens. Then, to your utter surprise, he exhales sharply through his nose, something dangerously close to a scoff. “I am Marchwarden of Lothlórien,” he states firmly, as if reminding you of his dignity. “I have defended these woods for centuries. My name is spoken with reverence. I do not answer to… baby girl.”

You nod, as if considering this. “Fair point.” Then, after a beat “Baby girl.” His composure finally cracks. He turns fully to face you now, the bridge’s moonlit rail between you both, his piercing gaze burning into yours. “Cease this nonsense at once,” he commands, but there’s a flicker of something—embarrassment? Amusement? You tilt your head. “Or what? You’ll arrest me?” A muscle in his jaw twitches. “That,” he says darkly, “can be arranged.”

At this, you laugh. Haldir huffs—actually huffs—before turning away sharply, his silver hair swaying with the motion. He mutters something under his breath in Elvish, too fast for you to catch, though you swear you hear the word insufferable. As he strides away, you call after him, voice sweet and teasing “Goodnight, baby girl!” Haldir does not look back. But even in the moonlight, you don’t miss the faintest flush at the tips of his ears.

🎻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

The evening air in Rivendell is crisp, the silver light of the stars casting long shadows across the stone walkways. You and Lindir sit on a balcony overlooking the waterfalls, a peaceful silence between you. He’s been reading aloud from a book of poetry, his melodic voice weaving through the night like a song.

You sigh contentedly and lean closer to him. “You know, you’re really something else, Lindir.” He glances at you, amusement flickering in his bright eyes. “Am I now? And what, pray tell, makes you say that?” You grin and rest your chin in your hand, studying him. His dark brown hair catches the moonlight, his delicate features impossibly elegant. “You’re just… perfect. All graceful and poetic.” You pause dramatically, then smirk. “Such a baby girl.”

Silence. Lindir’s head tilts ever so slightly. His brows furrow, his lips parting as if he must have misheard you. “I… beg your pardon?” You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up at his utterly bewildered expression. “Baby girl,” you repeat, emphasizing it. “You heard me.”

His fingers tighten around the book in his lap, and he blinks a few times, as though struggling to process what just happened. “That is—” He exhales sharply, his usually composed demeanor unraveling at the edges. “That is not— I do not believe that is an appropriate title for me.”

“But it fits you so well,” you tease, leaning in closer. Lindir straightens his posture, as if physically trying to distance himself from the words. “I am an esteemed minstrel of Rivendell,” he declares, his voice just a touch higher than usual. “Not— Not a ‘baby girl.” You raise an eyebrow. “You sound awfully defensive for someone who’s not a baby girl.” His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again, but no words come out. A faint dusting of pink graces his pale cheeks.

“I— This is absurd,” he finally mutters, shifting in place, visibly flustered. He tucks a strand of silver hair behind his ear, avoiding your gaze. “Utterly ridiculous.” You smile triumphantly. “I’m keeping it.” “No, you most certainly are not,” he huffs, turning his face away, but not before you catch the way the corner of his lips twitch—just slightly. Oh, he secretly enjoys the attention. He’s just not about to admit it.

[aryaryxoxo]

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I'm fucked, aren't I? #soshiro hoshina x lara jean coded!reader ⤷ Sure, why not add accidentally losing the love letters you wrote for your VICE CAPTAIN to the list of the dumb shit you did this year...Why did I even write it in the first place, you pondered. You knew why…writing helps you let loose your overflowing feelings for the vice-captain. But maybe—pray to God. Whoever has the used—to—be—chocolate—now—letter storage tin threw it in the trash you wished DING!

Of course not, I’m fucked—aren’t I?

...

before the disaster

After gathering his things, Soshiro made his way out of his room. He passed a few soldiers along the way, exchanging brief greetings. 

When he reached the captain's room, he paused in front of the door and knocked twice before pushing it open at Mina’s call. “It’s open.”

Soshiro stepped inside, a small smile tugging at his lips as the door swung shut behind him. “Sup, Captain. They already enforcing new protocols?” Soshiro grinned, leaning against the doorframe.

Mina stood behind her desk, eyes scanning the papers scattered across it. She sighed, shaking her head. “You know them. Once a new Kaiju appears, they’re all about creating new protocols.” 

Soshiro approached her desk, both of them now deep in discussion, analyzing how to adapt to the new protocol. The conversation was focused and practical, as they worked through the changes.

Suddenly, Mina glanced up from the papers. “Could you pass me a cup of water from the table near the door?” 

Soshiro nodded and made his way toward the table. That’s when he noticed something new—and a little odd—a chocolate tin can. Its design features a polar bear, a koala, and a parrot, all happily eating the chocolate. It stood out in Mina’s office, drawing his attention for a moment. 

As he stared at it, he started to recognize the brand. It’s ChocoWorld. Oh, he used to love this when he was a kid. I didn’t know they still sell this, he thought to himself, a hint of nostalgia creeping in.

“I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth, Cap,” Soshiro remarked with a grin as he returned with the cup of water and the chocolate tin can. He handed the cup to Mina, then placed the can down on the desk. The bright colors of the tin can contrast against the white papers scattered across the desk.

“Oh, that’s not mine,” Mina started to say, but before she could finish, Soshiro had already popped open the lid. What greeted him wasn’t the mouth-watering chocolate he expected, but… letters?

“Dang it, I got bamboozled again,” Soshiro muttered, staring at the letters in disbelief. He remembered the times when he'd thought he was getting chocolate, only to be met by sewing kits instead. 

“I found it in the third-floor communal bathroom,” Mina replied. 

Soshiro didn’t want to pry further, but something inside him just wanted to. Just a little. So, against his better judgment, he grabbed one of the letters and checked to see if it was signed. To his horror… or maybe just confusion, he saw his name.

“Who is it?” Mina asked, noticing the sudden quietness and the change in Soshiro’s expression. Soshiro turned the letters toward her. Mina, setting down her water, grabbed the letter and read the name. Mina was a composed person, leading the third division with grace, but even she was taken aback.

“Are all of them for you?” Mina asked, her brow furrowing as she glanced at the pile of envelopes inside the can.

Soshiro looked further into the pile of envelopes... all of them addressed to him. He should probably be creeped out by whatever this was, but instead, he found it strangely interesting.

“It’s from... Ami? Do you know any Ami, perchance?” Soshiro asked, looking up at the captain, his tone mixed with curiosity.

Mina paused for a moment, her gaze steady as she processed the question. She stood by her desk, her fingers lightly tapping the surface as she considered the situation. “Since the can was found in this building, only those with access could have entered. And as far as I’m aware, there is no first or last name of Ami in this building.” Her voice remained calm.

Soshiro, without missing a beat, picked up one of the envelopes and tore it open. Mina blinked, taken aback by his sudden action.

“What are you doing?” Mina suddenly asked, her voice steady but with a hint of surprise.

“It’s addressed to me, so, I can read it,” Soshiro replied with a shrug, emphasizing the "so" by drawing it out longer, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Dear Soshiro Hoshina, I saw your fight with Kaiju No. 10, and it was the best fight I’ve seen so far (but nothing surpasses Captain Mina, of course). You are truly amazing. I wish I had the courage and confidence to kill a Kaiju bigger than buildings with just a sword.  Did you know my father actually taught me how to fight with a sword? He was my number one idol... and second was you.  Watching you fight reminds me so much of him, strong, fearless, and unshakable. I wasn’t allowed to use a sword. They said it was outdated and it wasn't meant for someone like me.  But even so, seeing you out there made me believe that maybe, in another life, I could be brave too.  Thank you for showing me that courage isn’t about the weapon you hold,  it’s about the heart you carry. Sincerely, Ami

After reading the letter — and then reading it again, slower this time — Soshiro could only mutter under his breath,

“There’s another sword wielder out there.”

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a/n — omgomgomg second chapter ! i have so many plans for this smauuuu, fun fact I was planning on adding a character who claims they wrote the letters, but that's too messyyy and I hate when there's unnecessary miscommunication and third wheel trope (don't get me wrong, I love miscommunication, like "what letters" ajsad GOSHH but you know) BUT there's going to be a new character , not a bitchy one...one that may— , nah I'm not gonna spoil it hehehe

taglist — @vaida-talks-about-everything 

Warnings — grammatical errors; timeline is weird, pls ignore it. I’m new to the fandom, hence there are chance of misrepresentation, my apologizes.