#Ego

[aneedunmet]

My entire life in the chamber of a gun 🙃

They said "be yourself" so now everyone’s uncomfortable.

[sierrale8ne]

ego / wnba!paige bueckers x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On what?”

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

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

“Come over here and help your mama!” 

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

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

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

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

You fucking hated it. Hated her.

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

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

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

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

Ever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then do it.”

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

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

“We talk a lot anyways.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See that’s that shit—”

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

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

“She doesn’t need to come with me.”

“Ion need to go with her.” 

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

—

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

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

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

Not when you looked like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

“I think you have feelings for Paige.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need help with that?” You ask.

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

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

“Can we talk?”

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

“What do you want, Paige?”

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

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

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

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

It’s just you and Paige.

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate you, so no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you do. So you follow.

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit probably weak as hell anyways.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna fuck me or keep talking shit?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you fucking serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” You pant.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, later.”

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

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

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Halsey - Ego

[emilywaters]

Bluelock headcanons except it's the bluelock TV fandom

• rin and sae stans have crazy beef. You know they were making edits to 'the winner takes it all' by abba after the u20 match and sae stans were commenting 'womp womp' and similar sentiments

• There are 3 kinds of players regarding ships,

1. Actively feeds (trolls) the shippers (eg: hiori)

2. Unintentionally feeds the shippers (eg: isagi, rin, otoya)

3. Reonagi and ryusae

• someone started a petition to eliminate isagi from bluelock for 'unsportsmanlike behaviour' and spread it around to get signatures

• Ness has an alt account that's just an isagi hate page

• he did not start the petition but by gods did he spread it around (lowkey was jealous he hadn't thought of it first)

• ego has a tumblr blog and that's his only social media page

• the name is 'actuallyegojinpachi' but his pfp is one of those ego pictures with an edited on pink sparkly bow so no one believes him

• he actively spreads misinformation and bullshit theories so no one believes him even when he reveals real info

• it's crazy popular, and he exists as one of the starting pillars of the fandom

• nagi regularly retweets fanart of him and reo, so it's just gaming, gaming, gaming, reo oiled up wearing a collar on his knees, gaming, gaming

• literally every product yukimiya has worked with sold out overnight after his debut on bastard munchen (including a toothpaste brand for old people)

• There was a frenzied search for whatever no name brand shampoo and conditioner bluelock has after chigiri let it slip in some interview that his hair care was literally only whatever was there.

• kunigami fans have pfps of him edited with like emo stuff (think dark eyeshadow, chains etc)

• There was a character lookalike contest and chigiri's sister won as him

• there's a twitter page that's does a 'x days since reonagi miscommunication bullshit'

• aryu is a Pinterest girl kaneshiro told me in a dream

• There is a dedicated subreddit for 'bluelock TV milfs'

[classycookiexo]

THIS

Stroking egos means I’m faking it, I’ll hype some real shit up all day…..not feeding into that narcissistic BS

[casatoracica]

Che vibes da coquette 🎀🧸🩰

[minthy]

The Star Sanses,

with the Map of the soul: 7 song that I think it fits with them, Because I miss 2019.

(forgot to post these doodles here, yay)

Persona: Swap.

"Actually I’m real good but a little uncomfortable,

I'm still not so sure if I'm a dog or a pig or what else,

But then other people come out and put the pearl necklace on me"

(Truth to be told, I have no idea what "swap sans" really is, He's just... well.. A swap, He doesn't even have a personality the silly, He just is there to fit for the plot of your AUs, heheh, Relatable)

Ego: Dream.

"I go back every day, To me of yesterday,

To the life of giving up, I let myself go away,

But in this world, you know, There are truths unchanged,

Time rushes ever forward, There's no ifs, buts, or maybes"

(I don't think he can get over what happened, his heart is big and his ego is bigger than to let him ask for guidance and support, man release us)

Shadow: Ink.

"I wondered everyday how far I'd go,

I came to my senses and I find myself here,

Yeah, hmm, shadow at my feet,

Look down, it's gotten even bigger"

(No matter how great high and mighty he's getting, the more the shadows of his past and constant need for stimulation are driving him to a point of despair and unsatisfaction, get a grip)

[artofmaquenda]

Ahamkara The Court of Ego series By ArtofMaquenda

Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArtofMaquenda

[moonbean117]

[reversestorks]

I’m not saying what K did is a direct reflection of their character. i am saying that K knew it was out of depth and still tried it because they couldn’t overcome the need to help. it’s a metaphor for something but i can’t quite put my finger on it

[thedesertdove]

[dailyhalseys]

EGO / VMAS 2024

[sierrale8ne]

ego part two / wnba!paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary you and paige’s hookup a few nights ago has caused things between you both to be, well exactly the same. only this time, it seems like the blonde only gets on your nerves even more. warnings 4.0k wc, sexual content, oral, scissoring, hair pulling, more arguing and degrading, choking. from lena part twoski since you guys loved part one so much. 💋

🔖 @thaatdigitaldiary @wbbgetsmewetter @rosemariiaa @ryywyd @tndaqlwifwy @ykylalex @ohmybueckers @ohbueckers @pboogerswbb @d3arapril @xxloveralways14 @lupinqs @cherryswisherz @vamptizm @bueckersbitch @tndaqlwifwy @paigesbabygirl

There is nothing more irritating than her eyes on you with the blazing heat. Sure, if it was just Paige staring at you, you would’ve learned to deal, but that with the sun on your face and the sweat on your skin was a recipe for disaster.

It’s been like this the last couple days, your basement endeavors with the blonde shamelessly replayed in the back of your mind. Her palms, soft with the occasional callous, running over your hips. Her tongue even made its way into your dreams.

You’ve been ignoring her, and while every part of you wanted to say it wasn’t on purpose, it was. She left you out to dry the other night, like you were just another hook up to her. Another quick fuck, which really shouldn’t have bothered you like it did— yet, here you were.

You stand in the kitchen, the heat forcing you to sport nothing but a white bikini top and the same shorts from the other night. You hold a popsicle in your left hand while your lips wrap around the red treat, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok.

Paige really doesn’t mean to stare, trust if she could do anything else she would. But similar to yourself, as soon as she got a chance to have you she can’t stop thinking about doing it again. She thinks of your popsicle as her fingers. She thinks of the bruise on your hip from her chucking a water balloon at you as a hickey or a slap. Paige wishes she could wrap your damp hair around her hand and pull it until you cried. It was hard to look anywhere else when everything in front of her reminded her of sex with you.

“Dude, quit fuckin’ staring at me.” Those six words are the most you’ve said to her since the other night.

“Don’t y’think you should put on more clothes?” Paige asks you. It’s subtle, but you know what she’s trying to get at. 

You take a deep breath, “it’s only me and you in this kitchen.” You murmur. Really, it’s only you and her in the house. Her teammates left the night prior, your cousins were all swimming down at the lake, and both of your parents were God knows where.

Which meant Paige had enough freedom to do as she wished. That obviously started with getting on your nerves. She scanned the room looking for something to annoy you with, you didn’t even look up from your phone.

Paige gets up, walking to the freezer and digging in the box of popsicles for one of her own. 

“You left a broken one in the box? Deadass?”

“Does it look like I care about what’s in the box, Paige?” You ask but it comes off as more of a statement. You bite the inside of your cheek, anything you can to stop the growing irritation in your chest.

She shut the freezer, looking at the treat in her hand. “I’m just sayin’! It’s inconsiderate, princess.”

You shut your phone off with a groan, the sound of it slapping against the granite countertop echoes through the cabin. “What do you want?” You turn to face her.

“Ion know what you mean.”

“What do you want? You’re on my dick so bad right now, do you just need attention or what?” You yell, crossing your arms over your chest. Paige can’t help but look down at where your tits suddenly push towards her face.

“See, I thought we fixed this li’l attitude you got. You’re still talking shit.” Paige points, her finger in your face and her chest nearly pressed against yours. She’s almost as close now as when she had you naked and pressed against the wall. 

“Get your fucking hand outta my face.” You grit, slapping her hand away.

“Or what?”

Your anger bubbled in your stomach, alongside the obvious arousal that comes with that vein that pops out of the side of her neck and the way she licks her lips. Your eyes trail down her jawline all the way to her collarbone, which is left exposed by the black tank top she wears. It’s only a matter of time before you know you’re about to do something stupid.

But Paige does it first.

Her hands reach for your face, cupping your cheeks and roughly pulling you to her. You don’t even have time to think before your lips are flush with Paige’s. Her right hand travels to your hair, tangling her fingers in it as she wished. 

Paige thinks about how you taste, cherry and a bit of lime from your popsicle. She sucks on your reddened bottom lip. Your mouth parts to welcome her tongue, which sloppily licks at your own before she pulls away.

It wasn’t anywhere near as long as you expected, but it still left you feeling dazed and possibly even more confused than before.

Paige didn’t get to get away with it like that. She made the move on you, she made you come, she left you alone in the basement like you were just a toy. She didn’t get to confuse you like that.

But a part of you wanted to keep going. Keep having her like this.

You reach for her chin, gripping it in your hand. Every part of you yearns for her again. Paige eyes scan over your body, and that’s when you realize it’s all a game for her. She gets off on seeing you upset, hearing you yell, all of it.

So instead of kissing her again as you so desperately wanted you push her away. Paige stumbles back, slightly shocked to see you stand up to her again after the other night. You scoff, sucking on your popsicle as you turn and head for the living room.

—

It’s later that night, and you’re grateful that the day has come to an end because you’re exhausted. After spending most of the day down by the lake indulging in silly yard games, you were ready to get a night alone.

You lay on the bed in your room— the room you got to have to yourself now that Ice and Caroline have made their own trips back home— body smelling like the mango of your body wash and the vanilla cashmere of your lotion. 

It’s peaceful, the bedside lamp gives a slight glow to the room and the cracked windows bring in a soft breeze. You’re happy, but that can only last so long until the door creaks open. 

And Paige stands there.

She wears an old Hopkins shirt that is definitely too tight for her arms, and a pair of black sweats. Her hair is slightly damp and curled up from her shower, skin clear and slightly flushed. Paige leans against the doorframe with a smug smirk as she runs her eyes up and down your body. 

“Can I help you?” You wonder, planting your palms on the bedspread. 

The blonde walks in with confidence just exuding from her body as she shuts the door behind her. She locks it slyly, before you even get the chance to notice it. “My room has been taken over by kids.” She murmurs, taking a seat towards the foot of your bed. 

You hum, finding slight amusement in Paige’s displeasure. “I don’t understand what that has to do with me.” Your eyes stay glued to the TV in front of you. 

“Oh my God, dude. You’ve been an ass all week, you really still haven’t moved from that shit?” She groans, looking over her shoulder at you irritatingly. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem.”

“Still? After I handled that?” You can tell how smug she truly is, the smirk that has yet to leave her face and the eye contact she keeps with you. “What did I do, princess?”

Paige was clueless sometimes, sure. But you didn’t think she was this fucking clueless. She seems to have forgotten about her little stunt. Her promise to talk to you and then avoid you after getting fingers deep in it. You look at her stunned, jaw dropped and eyes narrow. 

“So you didn’t leave me naked in the basement, or does your little athlete brain just not function properly?” You snap, sitting on your haunches as you lean towards the blonde. Her scent lingers on her clothes, a woodsy scent that makes your eyes water and legs clamp together.

Paige rolls her eyes. “Seriously? You’re mad that I didn’t give you some damn aftercare?”

“You’re a slut. I knew that much, but don’t try to treat me like I’m you.”

“—You’re that spoiled you think you deserve it?” 

It’s nearly 11p.m, and leaving you knew that this yelling would only make things harder for the both of you.

“Get out.”

“You’re so damn entit—”

“I said get the fuck out.” You repeat, standing up and heading to the door to show her out. 

But she grabs your wrist. Hard. Tugging you backwards between her legs.

“Aight, aight, I’m sorry. For real, just listen. Okay?” Paige’s tone shifts almost instantly. Enough to make you almost forget that you were heated at the fucking sight of her. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

You kiss your teeth. “No way you talk to me like that and think that is gonna make me not mad anymore.” 

“I heard what Carol said to you that night.” Paige admits. She sighs as you tug your hand away from her. It makes you think about your conversation, Caroline’s idea that you have feelings for Paige. “I think she was right.”

“No she wasn’t.” You cut her off immediately. Though, you’re not sure if it’s because you know just how you feel about Paige, or if you don’t want to admit it.

Paige’s confidence wavers just briefly. “It freaked me out. I never thought of you like that— especially with all your bitching— but, I dunno, all of a sudden you got me confused and shit.”

You take a moment to blink. You hate that a part of you even agrees with her but yeah, you’re confused too. It’s part of the reason why you felt some type of way about Paige leaving you when she was done. You’ve spent nearly your whole life with the same feeling of distaste towards her, and now all it took was a 30 minute hook up to have you feeling differently.

“We hate each other, P. I don’t think one thing is gonna change that.” You murmur, taking a step closer to the blonde. Her legs widen to welcome you instantly, hands pressed to the comforter. “It’s been years.”

“It already did. I been thinking about you naked every fuckin’ chance I get.”

Silence.

You freeze. One time was fine, but her saying all this to you now has you confused. Your knees buckle, and Paige is quick to catch you with a hand to your hip. 

“You’re tellin’ me you haven’t been thinking about it?” She asks. “You had me on my knees eating you out like I ain’t eat in months. You really don’t think about it.” 

“Paige…” The groan escapes your mouth like a plea. You can feel the arousal that seeps into your boxer shorts, and a part of you hopes that Paige is just as wet as you are. 

“C’mon, ma. Let me make it up to you for all that shit the other night.”

The thought runs through your head again: Paige, her knees, mouth all wet from you. More importantly you think about her apologizing for all the shit she’s put you through over the years. It would be rewarding.

But a part of you thinks of the opposite.

You, on your knees, face decorated with the athlete’s arousal. Making her fall apart, apologize to you in between her own moans. 

If anything, that would be a reward. Paige had been walking around this cabin these last few days thinking that she’d broken you, that she’d won. And it was your responsibility to remind her that she didn’t. 

To remind her why you always got your way.

“Nah.” You tut, reaching to brush her wet hair over her shoulder. 

It’s apparent that no is not a word Paige is used to hearing, because she freezes. “What?”

“I think it’s my turn.” You nod, trailing your hand to her cheek. Your thumb trails over her bottom lip, snapping it back in place before taking advantage of the slight height over her and pulling her up for a kiss. 

Paige’s tongue immediately traces over your lip, chasing after you in any way that she can. This one is different from the one the other night and even the one this morning. She’s greedy, like it’ll be the last time she’ll get to have you like this. And with a flight to Dallas coming up for her, it might’ve been.

Her hands wrap around your waist before getting a grip on your ass. You moan against her lips, reaching down for the hem of her shirt. “Too damn big for this shirt, P.” You grunt.

“Take it off me. Quit allat talking.” Paige hums against your lips. 

She pulls away, lifting her arms up and you do as she asked, slightly leaning further into her touch when you see her lack of a bra underneath. Her tits stare right back at you. Supple with nipples so stiff they make your mouth water. 

You lean back in, teasing your lips against her own, pulling back before she gets the chance to connect them. You press kisses against her jaw, trailing them down against her neck. Right where that vein pops out when she’s angry. 

Paige fights a groan, letting her sounds of approval come out like a harsh breath. “Hurry the fuck up, dude.” She starts gripping your hip harder, nails nearly breaking the skin. By the time you reach her collarbone a moan flies past her lips to your ears. You smile against the skin, proud that your plan was coming to fruition.

“Call me dude again and I’ll stop.” You murmur.

Your lips meet her nipple, and Paige seemingly likes the cool feeling because she arches into you immediately, letting out multiple gasps and accidental high-pitched sounds that she was failing to cover up. Your tongue swirls over it, over and over again on the hardened peaks. You suck eagerly, suddenly oozing with confidence and keeping eye contact with her.

“Shit, mama.” Paige moans, forgetting how many people stayed on this very floor. But you don’t care, not when you have her like this. “That fuckin’ mouth… makes me forget how much shit you talk.”

You pull back with a pop, pressing a hand to her chest to get her to fall back some more. It gives room for your tongue to trail down her abs, over each and every ridge until you meet the band of her pants. Paige’s eyes flutter shut.

“Fucking look at me. Don’t be such a pussy, Bueckers.” You tease, biting the hem of her sweats with your teeth. Her eyes blink open, revealing to you those blue eyes of hers. “Good girl.” You laugh, watching the way her eyes roll in response.

You grab the fabric of her sweatpants and pull them down clean in one motion, Paige watching you the whole time with hooded eyes and shallow breaths. You sink to your knees once those were off with your attention turned to her boxers, pleased to see the large grey wet stain forming in them.

Your tongue meets her core, causing a grunt to escape her and her hips to buck up towards your mouth. You can taste her arousal clean through the cotton, and it makes you leak between your own thighs.

“Beg me.”

“You’re insane.”

“Nah, it was cool when you were doin’ it right? Fucking beg or get out.” You smile, biting at her thighs as she did yours. 

You see your request process in Paige’s head, having to choose between her ego or her fucking need to come; and it looked like the latter was winning. 

“I need you.” She whines under her breath. You respond by tugging her boxers down to her thighs. “Need that mouth on me, princess. Just as much as you wanna eat me.”

You can’t even try to hold out anymore, her begging sends fire straight to your stomach. Her boxers reach the floor fast, and you spread her muscular thighs to reveal the nub between her folds like you were revealing a treasure.

“Again.”

“Bro—”

“—I don’t respond to bro, Paige—”

“You’re a bitch. Just eat my pussy, baby, c’mon.” She drags her hand to your hair, tugging it back and making you groan. You’ve picked up on just how much she seems to enjoy that. 

Your thumbs spread her apart and a glob of your spit meets her center. You decide to start with a finger, dragging it through the wetness that greets you before replacing it with your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Paige breathes, tipping her head back on her shoulders. You hum at the noise before slowly beginning to trail your tongue through any area of her cunt you can reach. Paige tastes like fucking candy, the taste making you sigh in awe. Which of course you hate, because it’s her. "Damn. You do that shit so good," the blonde tells you, craning her neck and maintaining eye contact with you as you take a suck at her clit.

In true relationship fashion, you don’t look away from her for a second. Instead you keep your eyes on her as you swirl your tongue around her clit. 

“Apologize.” You pant. Your spit falls from your tongue again, soaking the blonde in her own juices again. “Right now, tell me you’re sorry for being an ass.”

Instead, her hips buck into your face and her hand fists tighter into your hair. She makes you take her, as the dominance you so desperately tried to hold over her, was not something Paige was willing to give up easily.

“Shut up.” Paige moans, losing herself in the pleasure that came with your tongue. “Sh—ahh, m’fuckin’ God, princess. I’m close.”

“Swear I’ll stop.” You say in between the flicks of your tongue.

You eat her out like it’s a last meal, and a part of you can’t recall the last time you put your mouth to work like this. Like you’d die if you’d stop. Paige’s arousal drips down your tongue, past your lips, and down your chin. But you don’t care. How could you when she’s moaning like that.

Your tongue slows, looking up at her again, only this time she’s not looking back. Her eyes are rolled back into her head and her jaw is slack, hickeys from your work earlier adorning her skin.

“Sorry, aight? M’sorry, ma.” Her legs tremble around your head. “I was a—shit— an asshole, ma, I’m sorry. Fuckkk… I’m cumming, baby.”

Paige doesn’t stop her grinds, fucking your face and gripping your hair like a lifeline. Your tongue speeds up again, and it takes one final stroke to make her come all down your chin. Sticky and wet that you clean up eagerly. 

Her body flops back against the bed, as you eat her through it, watching her back arch into the air and her moans grow louder. You know to stop before you both get caught.

Her chest heaves up and down, thighs pressed together almost to alleviate the throbbing of her cunt. “I fucking hate you.”

You stand up, mouth dripping with arousal. “I thought we already established that you don’t.”

—

“God, shit! Shit, Paige, wait!” You cry, your hand tries to cover your mouth but the closest thing it does is muffle your moaning. 

You should’ve known better than to think that Paige would let you get the upper hand and just leave it at that. Because she couldn’t. Ever. You won the battle but the blonde would make sure she won the war.

You lay on your back, a leg spread out to your side and the other tossed over Paige’s shoulder. It leaves your cunt on display for her and she takes full advantage of it, rutting her own against you until you see stars. 

Her hips roll at a speed so calculated but so slow that you see stars. She presses down against you, fucking her clit onto yours. “Nah you got it.” Her hand clutches your throat, your eyes roll back. “Gotta show you how sluts get fucked, yeah? That’s what you are, ma?”

You refuse to give her that chance to break you, but the chance to come again makes you consider it. 

“F-fuck, fuck, P.” Your leg shakes on her shoulder, nearly falling off from how much pleasure shoots through your body. 

Of course she’s good at this, good at everything. Her head game was incredible, her fingers curled just right, and to make it all worse she was fucking you like your finish mattered more than her own. 

Paige Bueckers, the only person in the world who knew how to get on every single one of your nerves at once, just so happened to be insanely good at fucking you too.

“Fuckin’ answer me. Tell me whatchu are.”

You clutch her wrist, the other hand gripping the sheets for dear life. Suddenly losing to her doesn’t seem all that bad. “A slut.” You whimper.

“Huh? Can’t hear you, princess. One more time?” That princess word suddenly gets you wetter than ever, it bounces off the walls, ringing in your ears. You’re fucking embarrassed, and you don’t get embarrassed. Paige doesn’t make you embarrassed.

“A sl—slut, Paige! Keep, shitttt, keep fucking me like that. Please! I’ll—you can do whatever you want, just wanna cum! Let me.” You babble, some fuck drunk tangent that seems to make Paige satisfied.

“Yeah… y’wanna cum again? So desperate for it, huh, baby?” You are. Her fingers had already worked you to nothing and her mouth made you squirt like ten minutes ago, but still you want more. And Paige is just as desperate to give it to you.

“Wanna cum.” You whimper, clawing at her skin. 

“Gimmie that shit, all of it, baby. Be a good slut for me, yeah?” Paige grunts, breaths of her own orgasm falling from her mouth.

You look up at her with blown eyes. Fuck everything else, this suddenly makes all your arguments with her worth it. You chase after her mouth, lips puckered.

She meets them eagerly, kissing you soft and slow while her hips grind into you. “Cum for me, mama.” She breathes into your mouth, and you give her exactly what she wants. She comes as well, messy and everything you’ve been silently wishing for the last couple days. 

Your arousal stains the sheets, and both of your moans go from noticeable to breathless in a matter of minutes. Paige breaks the kiss, looking down at you as she helps you both ride it out. 

“Shit.”

“Oh my God.”

You both let out simultaneously. The blonde’s hand finds her way off of your throat, planting down on the bed. She hovers over you, planting soft kisses to your lips before rolling over.

Paige reaches for her shirt at the end of the bed, wiping the inside of your own thighs. You wince when she does the same with your cunt, but the simple gesture makes up for it. 

“I got something to confess.” She starts, kissing the top of your head before taking the spot on the bed next to you again. 

“Hmm?”

“My room is fucking empty, I jus’ needed to bug you.” Paige chuckles. “Find a way to tell you I like you. Or whatever.”

You smile, turning on your side to face her. She looks a mess, completely slutted out but you don’t even care. She looks like an angel, a part of you thinks it’s fucking unfair that she gets to look this good all time. 

“Not to boost your ego or anything but, yeah. I like you too, P.”

[dailymarvelstudios]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017), dir. James Gunn

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