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uncuredturkeybacon · 29 days ago

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𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 || 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you fall in love and never look back

warning : sexual content included - minors do not interact

you're used to pressure. you live for it. ninety-minute matches in front of tens of thousands, champions league nights under the floodlights, the roar of fans at the emirates singing your name. you’ve made your name in the football world with more than just talent. precision. composure. class. arsenal through and through. lioness by blood.

the media calls you “the rolls royce of english football.” you never let it get to your head. but there’s no denying—you’re top tier.

so when your agent sends you an invite to an exclusive athlete gala in los angeles—hosted by nike, packed with global stars—you don’t blink. you pack a tailored suit, hop on a private flight, and plan to shake hands, pose for photos, then bounce.

you didn’t plan on meeting her.

the event is all flashing lights and clinking glasses. you’re posted up at the open bar, sipping on whisky, nodding politely to athletes you recognize from the nba, the wnba, even tennis. but none of them really spark your interest—until she walks in.

azzi fudd.

you've seen her on social media. uconn guard. sharp shooter. but in person, she’s something else. her hair is soft and curled at the ends, makeup subtle, dress hugging her in all the right ways. she carries herself like someone who knows her worth, but doesn’t need to flaunt it.

she spots you first. somehow.

“english?” she said, tilting her head with a smirk when she reached you.

you raised a brow, sipping your champagne. “that obvious?”

azzi laughed, and you swear the sound settled something in you.

“it’s the posture,” she teased. “and the accent. and the fact that you’ve been silently judging everyone’s outfits for the last ten minutes.”

“fair,” you said, chuckling. “you lot dress different over here.”

“and what, you dress better?” she asked, eyeing your crisp black suit, your open collar, the single chain at your neck.

you smirked. “you tell me.”

she laughs, eyes lighting up. “azzi.”

“y/n,” you say, offering your hand.

her grip is firm. confident.

“i've watched your highlights,” she says. “you make the pitch look like art.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you’ve been watchin’ football?”

“i’ve been watching you.”

that was the beginning.

the night drifted by like something out of a movie. you talked and laughed like old friends catching up after years apart. she asked about your training, your matches, what it’s like playing in front of screaming north london crowds. you asked about uconn, her rehab, what drives her to push even harder despite the setbacks.

“no one ever asks me about that,” she said at one point, her voice softer, almost vulnerable.

you leaned in. “well, they should. you’ve done somethin’ incredible.”

after about thirty minutes of talking—real talking—azzi glanced around the busy crowd, then looked back at you.

“you wanna get outta here?” she asked.

you raised a brow. “and go where?”

she shrugged, grinning. “somewhere quieter.”

you ended up outside—on the rooftop patio, behind a velvet rope that no one seemed to be guarding. the music from inside was muffled now, just a thump beneath the hush of the evening breeze.

city lights shimmered in the distance. stars peeked between clouds.

you stood side-by-side at the edge of the railing, her arms resting on the stone, yours beside hers.

“it’s loud in there,” she said.

“too loud,” you agreed.

silence stretched between you—but it wasn’t awkward. it was easy. comforting. natural.

“i don’t usually do this,” she said quietly.

“do what?”

“talk to strangers this long. especially at these things. i hate the attention.”

you nodded. “same.”

she looked at you. really looked. “you’re not what i expected.”

you turned slightly toward her. “what did you expect?”

she smiled. “something more... intense. more guarded.”

you grinned. “you’re not far off. i just like your energy.”

that made her blush. you noticed. and she noticed that you noticed.

“you’re smooth,” she said.

you shrugged. “only when it’s worth it.”

and it was. god, it was.

you talked for over an hour out there. about music. childhood memories. dream matches. the kind of goals that weren’t just on the scoreboard.

she told you her favorite movie. you made fun of it. she told you she’d beat you in one-on-one. you challenged her to prove it.

eventually, someone called her back in. some media thing. she looked at you like she didn’t want to go.

“so… this was nice,” she said, playing with the edge of her ring.

“it was more than nice,” you replied. “you wanna do it again sometime?”

her eyes met yours. “i do.”

you both reached for your phones at the same time, laughing. you swapped numbers. she leaned in, gave you a hug—warm, slow, lingering just enough to tell you she meant it.

“don’t be a stranger,” she whispered.

“don’t give me a reason to be,” you whispered back.

and then she was gone.

but your phone buzzed that same night.

azzi fudd: u made that party 10x better lol. safe flight back. text me when u land? :)

you smiled.

and replied immediately.

your schedules are brutal. you’re back in london before the jet lag even clears, but she’s already waiting on facetime. she calls from her dorm room—head wrapped in a bonnet, hoodie too big, smile soft.

“hey, england,” she teases.

you’re in bed, shirtless, chain resting on your chest, tired from training but wide awake at the sight of her.

“hey, princess.”

you talk for an hour. then two. she plays you music she’s working out to. you show her your boots for the next match. she giggles when you call cleats “boots,” and you tease her for calling football “soccer.”

“you ever gonna come see what proper football looks like?” you ask one night.

she grins. “only if you come to a uconn game.”

“deal.”

you text daily. facetime every night. she sees you in the training room, laughing with teammates. you see her in the locker room, towel slung over her shoulder.

the connection isn’t just romantic—it’s real. she asks about your childhood. you ask about her faith. you start sharing things you haven’t told anyone. and somehow, even thousands of miles apart, she becomes your peace.

you start sending each other care packages. she sends you uconn merch. you send her your match-worn jersey with your name on the back.

one night, as you're lying in bed, watching her yawn on facetime, she says it first.

“i miss you.”

you bite your lip, feeling that warmth in your chest. “i miss you too, az.”

she flies out on her off-weekend.

you pick her up from heathrow yourself, hat low, hoodie up, trying to dodge paparazzi. she runs into your arms like you’ve known each other forever.

you show her london the way tourists never see it—quiet coffee shops in islington, rooftop views in shoreditch, a walk along the thames at midnight. she holds your hand when no one’s watching.

and then, match day.

you’re starting for arsenal. she's in your box seat, wearing your coat, scarf wrapped around her neck.

you score the winning goal. a screamer from outside the box. and when you run past the crowd, you point to her.

the cameras catch it. the internet loses its mind.

@/uclionesshq: y/n scores an absolute rocket… and points straight at azzi fudd? is this a soft launch or am i delusional??

@/bballxfooty: azzi fudd watching her girlfriend play for arsenal?? they’re so international it hurts. i’m sobbing.

@/woagzone: the way azzi’s smiling from the stands... yeah, we lost.

you’re back in your flat. she’s curled up in your bed, wearing your hoodie, skin glowing in the soft lamp light.

“i’ve never felt this safe,” she whispers, tracing her fingers down your forearm.

you kiss her temple. “you’ve got me now.”

you fall asleep holding her. the kind of sleep where nothing aches. where the world can’t reach you.

you show up in connecticut in a long coat, hat low again, but your frame unmistakable. when azzi checks into the game, she looks into the crowd and beams.

you watch her dominate the court—draining threes, quick cuts, fearless. you’re standing before the buzzer even sounds.

@/espnw: arsenal star y/n spotted court side for uconn vs. tennessee. came all the way from london for azzi fudd. love is real.

@/wosoqueens: y/n clapping court side like a proud wife is my roman empire.

you’re tangled up in her sheets. she’s wearing just a tee. you’ve got your arms wrapped around her waist as she rests her head on your chest.

“you ever think about what this is?” she asks.

you kiss her knuckles. “i think about it all the time.”

“we’re making it work.”

“'course we are. that’s what happens when you’ve got somethin’ worth holdin’ onto.”

she pulls the blanket over both of you and whispers, “stay a little longer?”

you do.

the world doesn’t know what you are.

not really.

they know you’re something, though.

the glances during games. the posts that show two mugs on a counter instead of one. the matching trainers. the way azzi was spotted in london twice in a single month. and you? you’ve suddenly developed a love for women’s college basketball.

you two never said a word publicly. but the internet doesn’t need confirmation. it’s already in love with the story.

you’re doing press before arsenal’s champions league tie against lyon. you sit on the set in a tailored track jacket, crisp fade, diamond stud glinting under the lights. you’ve done a hundred interviews—but this one feels different. because you know what’s coming.

the interviewer smiles, flipping through her notes with a glint in her eye. “y/n, your form lately has been phenomenal. and off the pitch, you’ve got fans speculating about some… cross-sport romance?”

you smirk, sitting back in your chair.

she pushes, teasing. “you’ve been spotted at a few uconn games recently… and i think the world noticed you pointing to a certain basketball player after your last goal.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “you lot pay more attention to who i’m lookin’ at than the goal itself, clearly.”

the interviewer grins. “so no confirmation? nothing to share with the romantics out there?”

you lift an eyebrow, grin subtle. “i’m focused on arsenal. and my game.”

a beat.

“but i will say… i’m very proud of certain people in my life right now.”

the clip goes viral within minutes.

azzi’s sitting in front of the press after dropping 27 points against south carolina. she’s radiant—sweat still glistening, hair pulled into a bun, eyes bright.

a reporter raises a hand. “azzi, we’ve seen some famous faces court side for your games lately—one in particular. arsenal’s y/n. are they just a fan of basketball, or…?”

azzi smiles, biting her lip.

“y/n is an incredible athlete. and… a great person to have around.”

the room chuckles.

“would you say they motivate you?”

azzi leans forward. “let’s just say… i like having people in my corner who understand what pressure feels like.”

she never confirms. never denies. but the way she smiles as she says it says everything.

you’re in bed, shirtless, chain glinting in the low light. azzi’s curled up on her dorm bed, hoodie swallowing her frame.

“why do i feel like we’re dating and doing pr at the same time?” she says through a laugh.

you grin. “you handled that well, love. straight outta the ‘don’t kiss and tell’ handbook.”

she mimics your accent terribly. “just proud of certain people in my life, innit?”

you laugh hard, chest shaking. “oi, don’t ever do that again.”

her smile softens. “i miss you.”

you close your eyes for a moment. “i know. me too.”

there’s silence, but it’s full. comforting.

“you coming out for the next match?” she asks.

you nod. “wouldn’t miss it.”

it starts small. a video of you cooking in a kitchen that isn’t yours—azzi’s laugh in the background.

her story the next day: you driving, hand on the gearshift, ring on your pinky catching the light.

you post a photo of two nike duffle bags side-by-side on a hotel floor.

she posts a mirror selfie. you’re blurry in the back, sitting on the bed, scrolling your phone.

comments flood in:

@/bballxwoso: this is the softest soft launch in history. just say you’re in love already.

@/footyfangirl: they’ve posted each other’s fingertips and i’m still screaming.

you’ve got a rare week off. you fly to see her and stay in a low-key airbnb outside hartford. no cameras. no noise. just the two of you.

she’s laying on your chest after a movie, eyes half-lidded. you’re playing with her curls.

“you ever get scared?” she asks quietly.

you hum. “of what?”

“this… getting bigger. people knowing. what it means if we go fully public.”

you nod. “yeah. but i’m not afraid of us. just the noise around us.”

she looks up at you, eyes soft. “i’m not hiding you. just protecting us.”

you lean down, kissing her forehead. “i get it. and when you’re ready… i’m right there.”

you fall asleep like that, hearts in sync.

@/wagculture: azzi fudd just called y/n “someone in her corner” and now i’m crying in international couple.

@/ballinnboots: they won’t confirm, but my serotonin confirms for them.

@/sportsnships: this is like if christen press and tobin heath had a gen z reboot.

it’s late. you’re about to kick off in the champions league semis. she’s in her dorm, wearing your tee, facetime tilted just right.

“you got this,” she says, voice soft. “lock in. be brilliant.”

you smirk. “you’ll be watchin’, yeah?”

“always.”

you glance at the camera. “i love you, az.”

there’s a pause.

then her smile blooms. “i love you too, y/n.”

2026 creeps in with quiet ambition.

your days are full of football and facetimes. her nights are full of training and pressure, the wnba draft looming like a bright star on the horizon.

you’ve both gotten better at handling the distance—but the ache never goes away. every goodbye feels a little heavier. every hug at the airport feels like it's not long enough.

but you’re still hers. and she’s still yours.

new york is buzzing. cameras flash. reporters in sleek suits swarm the red carpet. inside the draft venue, azzi sits front and center, dressed in an all-white suit that hugs her like it was tailored by angels. calm on the surface. electric underneath.

you’re there too, seated a few rows back, behind her agent and team. dressed lowkey—black turtleneck, silver chain, dark coat. watching.

not to be seen. just to be near her. just to witness her moment.

when the commissioner steps up to the podium and says her name—

“with the first pick in the 2026 wnba draft, the los angeles sparks select… azzi fudd, university of connecticut.”

—it feels like your chest might crack open with pride.

the crowd erupts. cameras zoom in as she stands, dimpled smile lighting up the world. she hugs her mom, her teammates, her coaches—and just before she walks onto the stage, her eyes flick toward you.

she doesn’t say anything. just meets your gaze and gives you the tiniest, most intentional nod.

you nod back. hand on your heart.

that’s my girl.

later, after the chaos has died down and the press is over, you’re both back at the hotel. she’s taken off her heels, sitting in your lap on the balcony of the suite, city lights flickering below.

she’s still glowing. you’ve got your arms wrapped around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder.

"you looked like a goddess up there," you whisper.

she smiles, hands covering yours. "i kept thinking, ‘y/n’s watching.’ that kept me grounded."

you kiss the side of her neck. "you earned all of it. and then some."

she leans her head back against your shoulder, quiet for a beat. “i want you with me. in la. i know we’ve never said that out loud, but… i want you here.”

you hold her tighter.

“i know,” you say softly. “i want that too.”

you knew it was coming. you’ve known for a while.

but when the press release drops, the football world still spins on its axis.

"y/n to leave arsenal after eight seasons, signs with angel city fc in los angeles"

the post goes up on all platforms—black and red graphic with your profile, a quote from you in bold text: “sometimes, even home changes shape. i’m ready for a new chapter.”

you didn’t mention azzi.

you didn’t need to.

@/arsenalwosofans: y/n leaving arsenal? my world just shattered in four languages.

@/uswntdaily: y/n to angel city??? she’s really going to be in the same city as azzi. i’m eating this power couple up.

@/footygirlunited: they won’t say a word and yet i’m crying like they just proposed on live tv.

@/bballxfootycore: the way azzi went #1 to la… and a few months later y/n signs with angel city… do you believe in fate or do you believe in fudd x y/n?

you move into a place just outside downtown. a three-bedroom loft, all hardwood floors and open windows. azzi’s duffel is already by the door when you arrive.

she walks in, tank top and sweats, smile soft. “welcome home.”

you drop your bag and walk to her, arms sliding around her waist.

“i missed you,” you murmur into her neck.

she exhales, relief flooding her. “missed you more.”

you rest your forehead against hers.

“now i can be there for all of it,” you say. “your first game. your rookie season. your bad days. your best ones.”

she blinks slowly. “we’re really doing this.”

“we’ve been doing it.”

“but now we don’t have to leave.”

you kiss her—slow, deep, and full of promise. “not for a while, love.”

it’s late summer in l.a.

you play first—angel city vs. portland thorns. you assist a goal and nearly score one yourself. the crowd roars when azzi’s spotted in the stands, rocking your kit, hair in a bun, proudly clapping.

later that night, the roles reverse. you’re court side at crypto.com arena as the sparks face the liberty. she hits the game-winning three.

she points to you as she runs back on defense.

and you? you’re already standing, arms in the air, grin splitting your face.

and twitter? still losing it.

@/angelcityhq: y/n dropping dimes in the afternoon and cheering on her girl court side at night… this is the crossover episode we deserved.

@/wosoxwnba: power couple. first pick. big leagues. big love. big dreams.

you’d forgotten what it was like to not wake up next to her every morning.

no countdown to goodbye. no long-haul flights. no screen between you and her smile.

just sunlight pouring into the la loft and azzi, bare-faced and warm in your hoodie, mumbling something about coffee as she wraps her arms around your waist.

you’d give up the world to freeze this version of life.

you settle into a rhythm faster than expected. you train at angel city’s complex, she trains with the sparks. you both come home exhausted most days, but there's a new kind of peace in the tiredness—because it leads back to each other.

you take turns cooking. she sings in the kitchen sometimes, off-key but confident, while you season everything with a heavy hand and a smirk.

“why do you act like paprika is personality?” she teases, resting against the counter.

“and why do you act like boiled broccoli is gourmet?” you shoot back.

she throws a dishtowel at you. you catch it midair. she rolls her eyes and kisses you anyway.

you walk hand-in-hand through downtown when no one’s really paying attention—hoodies up, fingers intertwined. you sit together in low-lit corners of cafés, her leg pressed against yours beneath the table. it’s not hiding. it’s guarding.

but the city isn’t blind.

photos surface. grainy shots of the two of you laughing in line at trader joe’s. a blurry picture of you with your hand at the small of her back, guiding her through a crowd. a fan tiktok captures azzi running into your arms outside the sparks’ practice facility, her voice saying “baby” clear as day.

at a post-game interview, a reporter tries to slide it in, casual.

“you’ve been looking more settled off the court lately, azzi. happy. is there someone special we should know about?”

azzi just smiles, grabs her water bottle, and says, “i’m focused on basketball. but i’ve got good people around me.”

at an angel city press day, you’re cornered too.

“you’ve been in la for a few months now—fans have noticed you’ve been spending time with a certain sparks rookie. can we expect a power couple debut anytime soon?”

you chuckle, cool as ever.

“i think people should focus more on the way she plays than who she’s with. girl’s a star. let her shine.”

no confirmations. no denials.

just fire. just finesse.

@/wnbaxwoso: they’re so good at dodging questions it’s actually elite. ballers and pr-trained? iconic.

@/laduo_daily: they really said “mind your business but also yes we’re in love” and i respect it.

@/cuffingseason: the way azzi fudd lights up when she’s asked about y/n? i’m writing my vows now.

she’s fresh out the shower, hair damp, wearing just one of your oversized tees. you’re on the couch in grey sweats, watching highlights with the sound low.

azzi crawls into your lap, legs tucked on either side of you. her skin is warm. she smells like vanilla and citrus.

“you okay?” she asks, fingers resting lightly on your chest.

you nod. “just thinking.”

“about?”

you hesitate, then sigh. “feels like we’re on the edge of something. like… people are starting to really see us.”

she leans her forehead against yours. “and?”

“and i don’t want it to ruin this.”

“it won’t,” she whispers. “they can look all they want. what we have? they don’t get to touch it.”

you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer.

“you’re everything,” you murmur into her skin.

you start walking her into the tunnel before every sparks game now. you don’t even try to be discreet anymore. you stand behind the barrier while she warms up, nodding to her when she looks your way.

she always does.

before your own matches, she’s there too. in black sunglasses, fitted angel city gear, and your kit number in a chain around her neck.

fans notice. fans scream.

@/angelcityhearts: azzi waiting in the tunnel for y/n after the game? she’s giving supportive wife energy.

@/sparksxacfc: this isn’t just a crossover. this is an era.

@/wnbaxnwsl: they keep acting like they’re not the hottest couple in la. sweethearts, you are.

it’s quiet on the roof of your building. you’ve got a blanket over your shoulders, azzi between your legs, her back against your chest.

below, the lights of la shimmer. but you’re not looking at the city. you’re looking at her.

"you ever think about forever?" she asks suddenly.

you tilt your head, cheek against her curls. "yeah. with you? all the time."

she smiles, closing her eyes, fingers laced with yours.

neither of you says anything else.

because sometimes, love doesn’t need explaining.

it just needs space to breathe.

and in la—together—you’ve finally got it.

los angeles had changed everything.

what used to feel like distance now feels like grounding. you wake up next to her. you fall asleep with your hand resting lightly on her hip. the city buzzes around you, but all you care about is her voice in the morning and her laugh in your kitchen.

you never wanted the fame. you wanted football. but somehow, the world kept looking.

the pitch is clean. nike wants a joint campaign. you, the english footballing phenom. her, the wnba’s brightest new star. both in la. both on the rise.

“power. precision. partnership.”

that’s the tagline.

they film the campaign over two weeks—split screens of you in angel city black and pink, her in sparks gold and purple. shots of you sprinting down the wing. her launching a perfect three. your silhouettes passing in the tunnel. a final moment where you stand shoulder to shoulder, backs turned, “fudd” and “y/l/n” side by side on your jerseys.

the internet loses it.

@/nikewomen: two sports. two cities. one force. [#dualforce | coming soon]

@/sapphicsports: why is this the sexiest campaign in sports history? they didn’t even touch hands and i screamed.

@/ballerbaesunited: i saw a full second of eye contact in that trailer and now i believe in love again.

still, neither of you confirm anything. just coy smiles in interviews and “we respect each other’s game.”

but something is shifting.

you're tired of loving her in the shadows.

you rent a house away from the city for a weekend. just the two of you. no cameras. no fans. just ocean, pine trees, and silence. she’s been working nonstop, and you’ve watched her shoulders sink lower every time she checks her phone.

on the second night, you cook dinner. nothing fancy—grilled salmon, her favorite roasted potatoes, wine on the deck. she’s wearing your hoodie and her curls are loose and wild in the sea breeze.

you give her the ring after dessert.

no kneeling. no speeches.

you reach into your pocket, pull out the box, and slide it in front of her while she’s mid-laugh.

she freezes. looks at you. then the ring.

“y/n…”

“i want forever with you,” you say quietly. “i don’t care if the world knows. i just want you to know.”

she opens the box with trembling fingers. the diamond isn’t flashy—but it’s clean, clear, timeless.

tears rise in her eyes.

“yes,” she whispers. “yes, yes, yes.”

you pull her into your arms, holding her like you’ll never let go.

you don’t plan to.

back inside, rain begins tapping against the windows.

you lead her to the bedroom with your hand gently cradling her jaw, thumb brushing over her cheek. she’s still a little breathless, eyes wide and glistening. you kiss her like she’s sacred—like you’re thanking the universe for giving her to you.

clothes fall away in the quiet.

your hands are reverent, movements slow. her name leaves your lips like a prayer, whispered against her neck, her shoulder, her chest. you don’t rush. you trace every inch of her skin like it’s poetry you’ve waited your whole life to read.

she holds your face while you move over her, guiding your rhythm with soft touches and sighs. you kiss her fingers—especially the one with the ring. her hips rise to meet you, and when she comes undone, it’s with her head buried against your throat and your name on her lips like gospel.

after, you lie tangled in the sheets, heartbeats steady, her leg draped over your waist. she looks at the ring again, smiling so hard it hurts.

“this is ours,” she whispers.

you nod, eyes half-closed. “always.”

the invite arrives on crisp ivory card stock. your name printed in gold: y/n y/l/n – nominee, ballon d’or féminin.

you’ve dreamt about this moment since you were a kid in england, dribbling a ball on concrete playgrounds. and yet all you can think about is who you want by your side.

you ask azzi to come.

she says yes immediately.

it’s the first public event you attend together as a pair. no hiding. you walk the carpet first—tailored black suit, clean line fade, quiet confidence. cameras flash. reporters call your name.

then azzi steps out beside you.

she’s in a sleek black gown, hair slicked into a bun, the engagement ring tucked behind subtle waves. she’s radiant. and standing so close to you that it’s impossible not to notice.

reporters pounce.

“azzi, are you two…?”

you grin, arm around her waist. “we’re here to celebrate football tonight.”

a red carpet interviewer smiles slyly. “just football?”

azzi chuckles. “just greatness.”

they laugh. you both redirect. nothing confirmed. nothing denied. but the way you look at each other in between flashbulbs says more than words ever could.

“and the 2026 ballon d’or féminin goes to…”

a pause. a drumroll.

“…y/n y/l/n.”

the applause is thunderous. you rise slowly, heart thudding against your ribs. azzi grabs your hand as you pass, squeezing once, her eyes gleaming.

you take the stage, accepting the golden ball with both hands, blinking into the lights.

“thank you,” you say. “to my clubs. my country. my teammates. and to someone watching tonight… who’s shown me that love doesn’t weaken focus—it sharpens it.”

you glance toward azzi. she beams, eyes glassy.

a photo circulates from inside the ceremony—azzi cheering, hands raised, the ring catching the light on her finger.

@/femmesoffooty: that’s a ring. that’s an engagement ring. you can’t lie to me anymore.

@/gaysinsport: y/n just won the ballon d’or and she’s engaged to the love of her life. is this tomdaya all over again?

@/sportslesbians: azzi in that black dress with a diamond on her finger and y/n winning the biggest award in football. it’s their world. we’re just sobbing in it.

you toss your blazer on the couch, loosen your collar. azzi sits on the bed, scrolling through her phone with a half-smile.

“think they noticed?” she asks, showing you the zoomed-in ring tweet.

you laugh, walking over. “let ‘em.”

she looks up at you, pride and softness in her eyes. “you’re the best player in the world.”

you lean down, hands on either side of her face. “only thing i care about is being yours.”

she pulls you down into her arms.

the world is watching now.

and for the first time… you’re letting it.

you never thought you’d get excited about countertops.

but here you are—azzi by your side, hand in yours, arguing about quartz versus marble with an interior designer who is both frightened and fascinated by how seriously you take backsplash color schemes.

you’re standing in the middle of an empty living room, all high ceilings and sunlight and possibility, and she’s looking at the space like it already belongs to her.

to you both.

you squeeze her hand. she grins. “feels real now, huh?”

you nod. “yeah. real—and forever.”

you buy it just outside west hollywood. a spanish-style bungalow with arched doorways, a tiled patio, a garden in the back where azzi swears she’ll grow tomatoes but forgets to water succulents. you spend weekends building furniture, painting walls, and arguing over where the couch should go.

(it ends up in the exact spot she picked. you don't mind.)

one afternoon, you catch her slow-dancing to no music in the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon like a mic. you lean against the doorframe and watch her with a smile tugging at your mouth.

this is what peace looks like.

this is what love feels like.

the engagement is private. the wedding won’t be.

you both know the headlines are coming. wnba star and ballon d’or winner to tie the knot. you don’t care. not anymore.

you sit at the dining table one night, laptops open, pinterest boards synced, and a bottle of wine between you. she wants an outdoor wedding. you want something small, intimate. you settle on a coastal venue north of malibu—cliffside views, lots of open air, and the sea close enough to hear.

guest list? selective.

just friends. family. teammates. the people who know you, not just your stats.

you make the playlist yourselves—slow r&b, golden-era soul, a few old-school uk garage tracks that make her roll her eyes and laugh when you dance around the room like a fool.

you add “adorn” by miguel and “like i’m gonna lose you” by meghan trainor to the slow dance list. she adds “golden hour” and your eyes almost well up.

“why that one?” you ask softly.

she looks at you, eyes shining. “because that’s what being with you feels like.”

the night of the housewarming party, your home is filled with laughter, music, and the smell of grilled chicken and baked mac and cheese.

angel city teammates show up first, bringing ridiculous gifts—like a neon sign that says “goal diggers” and a framed picture of you mid-slide tackle with “our king” scribbled across it in gold marker.

then the sparks players roll in, loud and rowdy, and immediately start challenging your friends to beer pong in the backyard.

paige bueckers and nika mühl arrive with azzi’s old uconn friends. you’d met them once before, but this time they act like old family. paige throws her arms around you like a sister. caitlin hands you a bottle of wine and says, “if you ever hurt her, i’ll ruin your credit score.”

you laugh. “noted.”

your family had flown in the night before—your mum already tried to rearrange your spice rack, your dad had teared up walking through the garden.

azzi’s parents arrive last. her mom brings a massive casserole dish and her dad immediately grills you about wedding logistics.

“beach weddings get windy,” he warns, sipping lemonade. “i hope your suits are tailored tight.”

azzi rolls her eyes. “dad.”

you just smile and say, “they’re perfect.”

midway through the evening, you find her in the kitchen, crouched on the floor with a plate of cake and a fork in her hand.

she looks up at you, cheeks full.

you laugh. “you hiding?”

“they keep asking about the wedding,” she mumbles.

“mine keep asking when we’re having kids,” you say, crouching beside her.

she snorts. “they don’t waste time, do they?”

you brush a crumb off her lip. “we could run away.”

she hums. “we already did. just in a very well-furnished house.”

you kiss her softly, slow, ignoring the distant sounds of music and shouting and someone—probably paige—trying to start karaoke.

“i like this life,” she whispers.

“i like it with you.”

you collapse on the couch together, lights low, dishes half-washed. she’s in one of your tees again, hair up in a messy bun, bare feet resting in your lap.

you play with her fingers, gently spinning the ring on her hand.

“so this is it,” she says, half-asleep. “i’m excited for forever.”

you nod. “and it only gets better.”

she yawns, then turns into you, her body melting into your side.

and as you hold her in the quiet aftermath of celebration, in the home you built together, you realize something simple and beautiful:

this isn’t the beginning of the end of your story.

it’s the beginning of the best part.

the day of the wedding begins slow.

the world outside is still wrapped in fog, but inside the coastal venue, sunlight begins to filter through glass windows and soft white curtains. you wake up in separate rooms—old school tradition, azzi’s idea—and yet your first instinct is still to reach for her.

you resist. barely.

your suit is classic—clean black, tailored within an inch of its life. your cufflinks are a gift from her. “always yours,” engraved in tiny script.

the ceremony is outside. white flowers, pale green vines, and a view of the cliffs that seems to go on forever. every seat is filled with someone who’s shaped your story. your mum dabs at her eyes. azzi’s grandmother clutches a handkerchief like it’s holy. teammates whisper excitedly.

then she walks down the aisle.

you forget how to breathe.

she’s in a custom off-the-shoulder gown that hugs her body and moves like water. her hair is pinned back with soft curls brushing her cheeks. she meets your eyes and smiles—and in that moment, nothing else exists.

your hand shakes slightly when you reach for hers.

she grips it tight.

after the ceremony, you sneak away. just the two of you. up on the cliff, overlooking the sea.

no audience. no pressure. just love.

you sit together on a low stone wall, legs touching, holding hands.

“i wanted to say this without the world listening,” you begin, voice low. “because some things are too sacred for microphones.”

she nods, eyes already shimmering.

you breathe.

“i’ve spent most of my life being strong. stoic. people expect it. but with you, i learned that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s trust. and i trust you with every part of me. the loud ones. the quiet ones. the ones i still don’t understand. i choose you—every day, in every way.”

she blinks, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.

her voice is soft when she speaks.

“i used to wonder if someone like you could ever love someone like me. i never had the answers. but you didn’t give me answers—you gave me home. you gave me safety, joy, laughter i didn’t know i needed. i love you, y/n. all of you. and i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”

you kiss her like it’s your first and last time.

the wind dances around you.

you fly out two days later, in island villa over crystal blue water. just enough distance from the world to make it feel like paradise.

your days are sun-soaked. mornings with lazy breakfasts, late afternoon swims, dinners barefoot in the sand. azzi wears oversized sunglasses and your shirts as cover-ups. she’s never looked more at peace.

but the nights? the nights belong to you.

you take your time.

that first night, she’s in black lace, skin glowing from sun and champagne. you press her against the glass doors of the villa, the moonlight catching on her ring.

“i married the most beautiful woman in the world,” you whisper, lips trailing down her throat.

she moans. “prove it.”

her back hits the bed with a soft thud, legs parting on instinct as you crawl between them. azzi looks up at you with wide, expectant eyes, lips already parted, chest rising and falling with anticipation. she’s already breathless, and you haven’t even touched her properly yet.

your hands trail slowly down her sides, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt before pulling it over her head, revealing smooth skin and toned curves you’ve craved all day. she bites her lip when you lean in, mouth ghosting over her collarbone, not quite kissing—just letting your breath skim her skin until she shivers.

you smirk. “so needy already.”

azzi nods, flushed and eager. “please…”

you take your time stripping her, peeling off her shorts, then her underwear, slow and deliberate. she lifts her hips to help you, her thighs already twitching as your fingers graze the inside of them. you press a kiss just above her mound, and her fingers instantly knot into the sheets.

one long lick. that’s all it takes to have her gasping, her hips jolting up into your mouth.

you don’t let her set the pace.

your hands grip her thighs, holding her open as you flatten your tongue against her, dragging it in slow circles that have her moaning your name like a prayer. every time her hips buck, you press her down harder, forcing her to take it your way. her taste is addicting, sweet and slick, and every whimper she lets out just drives you deeper.

you swirl your tongue over her clit, then suck it between your lips until she cries out, legs trembling. she’s already close—you can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her breathing stutters. but you don’t let her go over the edge just yet.

you pull back, fingers replacing your mouth. you slip one inside her, then two—tight, warm, soaking. she clenches around you hard, her hips grinding into your hand as you curl your fingers just right, stroking the spot that makes her eyes roll back.

“more,” she begs, barely able to speak.

you grin. “i’ve got you, baby.”

you reach for the strap, already harnessed and slick with anticipation. you tease her with it first, dragging the head through her folds, making her squirm and whine. then you press in, slow at first, inch by inch until she’s full, until her nails dig into your shoulders and her head drops back, jaw slack.

you set a rhythm that’s all dominance—deep, steady thrusts that leave her a moaning mess beneath you. her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in harder, and you give her everything she wants. the sound of skin slapping, her desperate gasps, the creak of the bed—it’s all fuel.

you reach down to rub her clit again, syncing your thrusts with the motion of your fingers, and she’s gone—screaming your name as she cums hard around you, shaking and breathless.

but you don’t stop. not until her body’s limp and her voice is hoarse from moaning. not until she’s completely wrecked, ruined by your touch, your control.

and when you finally collapse beside her, she curls into you, lips brushing your shoulder, still trembling.

“god,” she whispers, “you’re gonna kill me one day.”

you just smirk, wrapping your arm around her. “only if you’re lucky.”

her breath is still shaky, skin flushed and damp as she tries to recover, her thighs trembling from the aftershocks. you don’t give her long. you slide your hand slowly up her stomach, fingers trailing lazy circles just under her breasts, watching her twitch under your touch.

“already done?” you murmur, voice low and taunting as your fingers skim back down to her inner thigh. “didn’t think you’d give out this fast.”

azzi’s eyes flutter open, dazed but defiant. “i’m not… done.”

you raise an eyebrow, pleased. “good girl.”

you kiss her—slow, deep, possessive. she moans into your mouth, her body already arching toward you like she’s begging for more. you don’t make her wait this time. one hand slides between her legs again, fingers slipping through the wet heat you left behind. still so sensitive—her whole body jerks when you touch her, but she doesn’t stop you. she spreads wider.

“such a mess for me,” you murmur against her throat, biting gently at the skin just beneath her ear.

she gasps when you push back in with your fingers—this time three—and her nails claw at your back as you set a slow, torturous pace. you feel every twitch, every squeeze, as you curl your fingers deep and press your palm right against her clit, keeping that pressure steady.

“f-fuck—” she pants, legs kicking a little.

you glance down, watching your fingers disappear into her over and over, her slick coating your skin. she’s dripping, her body reacting like you never stopped touching her. you lean in, lips brushing hers.

“you’re gonna take more.”

she nods before the words are even fully out of your mouth. you pull your fingers out with a wet sound and stroke them against her entrance once more before grabbing the base of the strap again. she barely gets a second to breathe before you're inside her again—deeper this time, rougher.

the rhythm is fast and hard, her body bouncing with every thrust. her legs are spread wide and trembling, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. she’s completely undone—moaning nonstop, voice cracking, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.

you lean over her, one hand gripping her throat—not squeezing, just holding. just letting her feel your control. her eyes roll back when you start rubbing her clit again in quick circles, all while the strap pounds into her harder, deeper.

“i—fuck—i’m gonna—”

“again,” you growl, keeping the pressure on. “give it to me again.”

her back arches and she screams your name, body going rigid before falling apart in your arms. her whole body spasms through the second orgasm, her nails digging into your shoulders like she’s holding onto reality.

you don’t stop until her legs are shaking uncontrollably, until her whimpers fade into soft, overstimulated cries and her hands are pushing weakly at your chest.

then you slow. you pull out carefully, gently. she’s wrecked—flushed and soaked and twitching. you kiss her cheek, her shoulder, her chest, letting her breathe again.

azzi looks at you through heavy lashes, her voice hoarse. “you’re insane.”

you laugh softly, pulling her close. “you love it.”

she doesn’t even try to deny it. she just nods, curling into your chest, her fingers weakly gripping your side like she never wants to let go.

she’s sprawled out, thighs parted, skin slick with sweat and arousal, chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon. her cheeks are flushed, lips kiss-swollen and slightly parted. you hover over her, watching her body twitch with aftershocks, your hand tracing lazy circles over her belly as her breath stutters beneath your touch.

“you done?” you whisper, voice low and teasing.

azzi shakes her head slowly, even though her legs are still trembling. “no… i want more.”

you grin, dark and hungry. “that’s my good girl.”

you don’t waste time. your fingers return to her swollen, dripping cunt—slicker than before, throbbing, oversensitive. the second you brush over her clit, she whines—high-pitched, desperate—but doesn’t pull away. she arches into you, aching for it.

“look at you,” you murmur, dragging your fingers through the mess between her legs. “this pussy’s soaked. so needy. still not satisfied?”

“n-no,” she stutters, face contorting as you press down on her clit with your thumb, making her hips jerk. “please—please, fuck me again.”

you grip her thighs and flip her effortlessly onto her stomach. her ass is round, flushed, begging for attention. you give it a sharp slap and she moans into the mattress, pushing back against you.

“goddamn,” you mutter, palming her ass as you guide the strap back to her soaked entrance. “you’re unreal.”

you slide it in again, deeper this time—different angle, fuller. her moan rips out of her like it’s been building, her hands fisting in the sheets as you bottom out inside her.

you don’t give her time to adjust. you set a brutal rhythm right from the start, snapping your hips forward, the sound of skin-on-skin bouncing off the walls. she’s a mess—drooling into the sheets, crying out with every thrust.

your hand comes down hard on her ass again, then you lean over her, your chest pressing against her slick back, lips brushing her ear. “say my name.”

she gasps, voice breaking. “y/n.”

“louder.”

“y/n! fuck—don’t stop!”

you reach around her body, fingers back on her clit, and she loses it. her body spasms, legs shaking, her moans growing louder, messier. you don’t ease up. you keep fucking into her hard, fucking through her orgasm as she thrashes beneath you, completely undone.

you pull her up by the hair, just enough to whisper against her mouth. “one more.”

she whimpers, nodding furiously. “yes—yes—please—do it.”

you shift again, pulling her into your lap as you sit back on your knees, keeping the strap deep inside her. you grip her hips and bounce her on it, hard and deep, her body limp and pliant in your arms. she’s so far gone—crying, moaning, begging—nothing left but want.

her head falls back on your shoulder as she grinds down, desperate to feel every inch of you.

“good girl,” you whisper, biting at her neck. “cum on my cock again. let me ruin you.”

and she does—again.

harder than before, louder than before. screaming your name, body convulsing, hips jerking erratically. her whole body tenses in your arms, then collapses completely. she falls forward, chest to the bed, shaking and soaked.

you pull out slowly, letting the strap fall against your thigh, then gently turn her over. she’s flushed, sweaty, lips parted, legs still twitching.

totally. fucking. wrecked.

you lean in and kiss her slow, soft, like a contrast to everything you just did.

she breathes against your lips, voice barely there. “i can’t move.”

you grin, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. “that was the point.”

you run your fingers down the inside of her thigh, watching her flinch at even the lightest touch. her pussy’s red, used, still leaking from the last orgasm—and you’re not done watching it tremble for you.

her eyes flutter open just enough to look at you, dazed, soaked in sweat, lips swollen from moaning your name for what must be the hundredth time.

“color?” you ask, hand paused right above her inner thigh, even though you already know the answer.

she nods, voice rough. “green.”

“good.”

you kiss her neck, soft and slow—contrast to the way your fingers dip back between her legs. she gasps, the sensitivity making her jolt, but she spreads her thighs again anyway. you hum in approval.

“still so good for me,” you whisper, sucking a fresh mark into her collarbone as your fingers circle her clit again—barely any pressure, just enough to make her body twitch. “still letting me have this sweet pussy.”

she lets out a shaky moan, back arching off the bed.

you press two fingers inside her—tight, so tight, even after taking you over and over. she clenches like her body’s not sure it can handle more, but her hips move, desperate for more depth. you give it to her slow this time—just your fingers first, curling deep, scissoring gently, dragging the swollen heat from her all over again.

“sensitive?” you ask against her ear, licking the shell of it.

she nods, but her legs still try to wrap around your waist. “i don’t care.”

you pull your fingers out, slow and wet, then suck them clean while she watches. her breath catches in her throat.

then you reach for the strap again.

this time, you flip her onto her side, spooning up behind her, sliding the tip between her folds. she whines, body shivering from head to toe as you tease her entrance.

you push in slowly. every inch dragging against oversensitive walls. her mouth drops open, no sound even coming out this time.

“shhh,” you murmur into her ear, hand sliding up to her chest, gripping a breast while your hips start moving. “you can take it. you were made for this.”

your thrusts are deep and angled perfectly. one leg slung over yours, her ass pressed right up against you. you slide your arm under her neck, cradling her as you fuck into her slow and punishing.

your hand drops between her thighs again, rubbing slow circles around her clit in sync with every thrust.

she starts crying.

not from pain. from being absolutely, thoroughly destroyed.

“please,” she sobs. “please, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” you growl, thrusting harder now. “you’re gonna cum again for me. you’re gonna soak my cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

her whole body shakes.

you bite her shoulder as your pace builds, the slap of your hips against her ass getting louder, faster. her pussy tightens around the strap, and you feel it—she’s right there again. her cries grow high and choked, her legs spasming uncontrollably.

then she screams.

you hold her tight as she convulses in your arms, another orgasm ripping through her so violently she nearly pushes you out. but you hold her there. deep. still. letting her shake around you, her nails digging into your arm, tears wetting the pillow.

and finally—finally—you slow. you gently pull out, her body twitching at the loss, her legs unable to close.

you shift her onto her back, brushing the hair from her face. her eyes are barely open, lips trembling. she looks absolutely ruined. blissed-out. used in the best way.

she tries to speak, but all that comes out is a broken, “f-fuck…”

you kiss her forehead, her cheek, the tip of her nose.

“you’re perfect,” you whisper, stroking her stomach softly now, letting her finally come down. “all mine.”

she nods weakly, voice barely audible. “yours…”

the first thing you notice is the sunlight creeping across the sheets.

the second is azzi, curled into your chest, naked, her leg thrown lazily over your waist. her skin’s warm against yours, her cheek soft where it rests on your shoulder. you let your fingers trace lazy shapes into her hip, brushing over the faint red marks you left there the night before.

she stirs a little when you shift, letting out a soft, sleepy whine that turns into a broken, “mmm… don’t move.”

you smile. “didn’t think you had energy to complain.”

azzi groans, burying her face against your neck. “i don’t. everything hurts.”

your hand slides lower, brushing over the curve of her thigh. she tenses when your fingers graze the inside of it—still sore, still so used.

“you okay?” you ask softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

she nods, but her voice is hoarse. “i’m wrecked. my legs feel like they don’t work.”

“mm. wonder why that is,” you murmur, dragging your knuckles slowly along the inside of her thigh, right up to where she’s still slightly sticky between her legs.

she flinches. “y/n…”

“sensitive?”

“you’re evil.”

you chuckle, kissing her cheek as she squirms in your arms, trying to pull the sheet up higher to hide her face. but you don’t let her go. you roll her gently onto her back, sliding your leg between hers and leaning over her. she’s all flushed again, body remembering everything you did to her last night with every shift of her hips.

your hand glides down her stomach, and she catches your wrist—not stopping you, just holding you there.

“i can still feel it,” she whispers, not meeting your eyes. “you. inside me. i swear it’s still there.”

you hum, low and satisfied, kissing just beneath her jaw. “it should be.”

her breath hitches when your fingers drift lower, teasing again—just light pressure, not even pushing in. her whole body tenses.

“god, i’m so sore,” she mumbles, but her legs part anyway, muscles trembling.

you glance down at her—messy hair, love bites scattered across her chest and neck, thighs still flushed and twitching. she looks perfect.

“you want more?”

she bites her lip. “i want… a shower. and breakfast. and maybe… later.”

you grin and kiss her softly. “later, huh?”

she arches an eyebrow at you with a sleepy smirk. “maybe.”

you pull her into your chest again, hand still resting low on her hip, your fingers casually stroking the curve of her ass.

“we’re not leaving this bed for a while,” you say, voice low in her ear. “you’re not even ready to stand up.”

azzi groans, burying her face in your neck again. “don’t remind me. you broke me.”

you hum, satisfied, brushing your lips against her temple. “damn right i did.”

coming home feels… different now.

not because anything’s changed about the house—your keys still stick a little in the lock, the laundry’s still piled in the guest room, and the kitchen smells faintly of that candle azzi always lights when she bakes—but because you’re different.

married. still freshly sun-kissed from spending the days under the golden light. still catching yourself staring at her ring when she gestures in conversation.

still in awe.

azzi steps into the house first, barefoot, suitcase dragging behind her. she turns to look at you over her shoulder, eyes soft, mouth tilted into that half-smile you fell for.

“we’re home,” she says quietly.

you shut the door behind you and drop your bag. “we are.”

the first few days back are quiet. peaceful.

you wake up late, tangled in sheets and her limbs. you make coffee slowly, watching her dance around the kitchen in one of your oversized training shirts. you water the plants you forgot to set timers for before leaving. you rest.

there are no press tours. no practices yet. no calls you can’t ignore.

just her. just you.

one afternoon, you both sit on the living room floor with wedding photos spread out across the rug.

azzi’s in your lap, her head on your shoulder, scrolling through the digitals on your laptop. you hold one of the polaroids in your hand—one her grandmother snapped at the ceremony. the one where you’re looking at azzi like she’s the sun.

“i still can’t believe we did it,” she murmurs.

you glance down at her. “married or survived your mom’s guest list?”

she snorts, nudging your side. “both.”

you kiss her temple. “best decision i’ve ever made.”

she tilts her head up to kiss you, slow and full of quiet joy. the kind that lingers.

training resumes.

you return to the pitch with angel city, sharper than ever. the staff welcomes you with soft smiles and cheeky grins—everyone saw the ring. no one says a word. respect.

azzi’s season is winding down, playoffs approaching, but she still shows up to your practices with smoothies and baby carrots and that proud look she always wears when watching you play.

you find each other in between the chaos.

late-night facetime calls when she’s traveling. her falling asleep on your chest after your matches. cooking together in silence. folding laundry with music playing. sunday mornings spent reading on the patio, legs tangled under the same blanket.

everything feels like a shared rhythm now.

even your space.

you were already living together technically. but this?

this is your first time in your shared home as wives.

there’s a slow reverence to everything now—unspoken meaning behind the little things. when you rearrange the mugs, when she organizes the books by color. when you hang framed wedding photos in the hallway. when you both look at the guest room and wonder if maybe, soon, it’ll be something more.

one night, you’re curled on the couch, both in sweats, sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching a documentary neither of you are really paying attention to. azzi’s head is on your chest.

“you know,” she says softly, “i never thought i’d have this.”

“this?” you ask.

she looks up at you. “this love. this life. a home. a future.”

you press a kiss to her forehead. “i didn’t either. but now i can’t imagine anything else.”

your home is louder now.

years has passed.

tiny feet run through hallways. giggles echo off walls. cartoons hum faintly from the living room.

you and azzi are moms to two beautiful children—your daughter, ava, and your son, zion. ava has azzi’s big eyes and your strong jaw. zion has your dimples and her curls.

your lives have changed—but the love? that’s only grown.

you still wake before sunrise for training. azzi still shoots hoops in the driveway with zion on her hip. ava already kicks a football around with frightening precision.

the world still watches. but you’ve built something untouchable.

until now, you’ve never confirmed your relationship publicly.

no statements. no interviews. just love in private.

but today, you decide it’s time.

@azzi35 & @yourinstagram “our greatest win. our forever team.”

[first photo]: you and azzi on your wedding day, foreheads pressed together, tears in your eyes. [second]: a quiet beach shot from your honeymoon—her laughing in your arms. [third]: you two in your home, ava between you, zion on your hip, the sun pouring through the windows. [fourth]: ava in an angel city kit and zion in a sparks jersey, both wearing custom “#1 mom” caps. [last slide]: your hands, fingers intertwined. her ring shining. yours next to it.

@/sportsqueens: azzi fudd and y/n have kids. kids!!! i didn’t even know they were dating and now i’m crying over a family i didn’t know i needed.

@/lesbianhoopsfc: we’ve been shipping them since that nike campaign and now they have two babies and a house and rings? i’m emotionally wrecked.

@/ballonbabes: when y/n said “forever team” i actually ascended.

@/wnbaxnwslfamily: this is what sports power couples should look like. loyalty. legacy. love.

you read the comments with azzi curled against your side, zion asleep on your chest, ava drawing nearby.

she looks up at you, smiling.

“you happy we posted it?”

you nod. “we’ve never hidden—but it feels good to share. on our terms.”

she kisses your jaw. “we deserve to be seen.”

and you are.

by the world. by each other. by the two beautiful kids who call you mama.

it’s not just the end of a love story.

it’s the beginning of a legacy.

#paige bueckers x reader #azzi fudd #azzi fudd x reader #azzi35 #uconn women’s basketball #uconn wbb #ucon wbb #lesbian #wlw #wbb x reader #wbb imagine #wuh luh wuh #ncaa wbb #woso #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #꙳¤*٭⁎﹡꙳＊ 𝘂𝗻��𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 ＊꙳﹡⁎٭*¤꙳

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Moon in Aries

The Moon in Aries is emotionally hot, and thus people become impulsive and explosive. The drive of their emotions sets them afire, which initiates an immediate need to undertake an action and make a decision. They can be very childlike and wear their heart on their sleeve. They are spontaneity themselves and live in the present; sometimes this can be too much for others because such individuals react so strongly emotionally. They seek excitement and stimulation, and a challenge makes them emotionally charged; they take the lead.They love independence and spontaneity in relationships, and their courage and dynamism can be an inspiration to others. They are impatient and can get frustrated if things are not moving fast. Emotionally, they are resilient; they bounce back fast from setbacks and are seldom bogged down by protracted sadness.They are straightforward and candid in their mode of expression, most especially about their feelings. This placement grants a pioneering spirit and a need to take the lead in action, especially when motivated emotionally. Though they can be self-centered, their zeal can light up a room, making other people want to follow them. On the other hand, they do need to grow in emotional maturity and learn to harness the impulsiveness. This placement foments a fearless approach to life, ever wanting to conquer the emotional world.

Moon in Aries Degree (1°, 13°, 25°)

It is a raw pioneering emotional energy. Individuals with a moon in Aries degrees are bold and impulsive. They start new projects - which are taken up because of intuitive passion-and are just as fast to quit them too.These degrees temper courage with determination. People with these degrees have a more subtle concentration on emotional independence, resilient to challenges yet still assertive. Emphasizes leadership and maturity in the expression of emotions. Such people put fire into action, often inspiring others by the dynamism and sincerity of their approach to life.

Moon in Taurus

The Moon in Taurus is the most stable and harmonious of all lunar positions. It puts a deep urge in people for emotional security, comfort, and stability. Their feelings are smooth, and they seldom let themselves be swept away by any kind of turbulence. They attach strongly to the tangible world of matter and find serenity in nature, beauty, and the sensual pleasures of life-good food, music, and art.The Moon in Taurus makes them rather calm and well-grounded individuals, hence stable and nurturing companions. Quick to anger they are not, but when driven beyond their limits, the reactions could be intense and long. They believe in the values of loyalty and consistency in relationships and hence seek partners who would offer them stability and reassurance.This placement also amplifies a strong attachment to material possessions, as they derive security from building a secure foundation. The home is their haven, and they may put much energy into making it warm and inviting. While their emotional style is practical, they have an underpinning of sensuality and passion that gives their relationships much depth.But this stability often then morphs into stubbornness. They may resist changes or hold on to certain routines even when growth demands they get out of their comfort zones. Learning to balance the love of stability with flexibility is key in the emotional evolution of an individual.

Moon in Taurus Degrees (2°, 14°, 26°)

Stability and security are essential. Comfort and material well-being mean much to the person who has this degree and is adverse to changes. Their emotions are calm, steady, and quiet, never extreme nor violent.A practical emotional nature will equip them with the ability to create and nurture something that will last. They find emotional fulfillment in beauty, art, and enjoying life's pleasures.Amplifies the emotional strength within and closeness to the earth. People with this placement are emotionally stable and attach deeply to family and worldly possessions. They love routine, as it gives them stability.

Moon in Gemini

People with their Moon in Gemini are emotionally curious, communicative, and mentally quick. They intellectualize their emotions and often find talking about feelings is a healing balm in and of itself. They're natural conversationalists-quick-witted and full of humor-and they make excellent company. Still, their moodiness can change in a wink of an eye-a true reflection of Gemini's mutable air energy.They become emotionally aroused by new ideas, experiences, and interactions. For them, boredom is more of an issue, since they do feel a need for mental activation. In relationships,they will be drawn to those who can reciprocate their need for interesting conversations and intellectual friendship. They lack showing deep feelings but are generally good at conveying thoughts and ideas.Adaptability makes them very good problem solvers, for they face emotional difficulties with logical reasoning and flexibility. At the same time, though, their adaptability sometimes may make them appear as somewhat detached or inconsistent, jumping so easily from one emotional experience to another. They might struggle with staying down to earth or sticking with just one emotional focal point.Emotionally, the Moon grows in Gemini-learning to embrace vulnerabilities and deepened connections. The balancing factor comes with tuning natural curiosity against emotional depth for them to be more related to the bonds and life events.

Moon in Gemini Degrees (3°, 15°, 27°)

Mirror-Image of an inquisitive and communicative emotional nature. Such people are very emotionally expressive, generally feeling happy when they are surrounded by intellectual vibrancy, sharing their ideas with everybody. These degrees stress adaptability and versatility. Emotionally this position can be light and flexible to change but flighty, inconsistent in their emotional expression.

Moon in Cancer

The Moon, being in Cancer, is at home since Cancer is the ruling sign of the Moon. Such a placement bestows an unparalleled depth to emotional sensitivity and intuition. They are attached with their inner world and are badly influenced by their feelings. They can thus innately estimate the feelings of others, which makes them so empathetic and nurturing.

Home and family represent the center of their emotional lives. They look to security by providing a safe, loving environment, and relationships with family members are often deep and intense. Of course, this can sometimes be taken to an extreme in the form of emotional dependency or over-protectiveness. People with this placement have feelings in waves-much like those tides governed by the Moon. They are moody and retreat into their shells whenever they get hurt or overwhelmed, yet they have a great inner strength that keeps them going through hardships.Their intuition often leads them to the right decisions, and by nature, they are talented in care giving, art, or healing professions. This is a big strength, but nurturing nature needs to learn how to set boundaries and not get lost within the emotional needs of others. Self-care and self-acceptance are vital to their growth.

Moon in Cancer Degrees: 4°, 16°, 28°

Emotional and intuitive, with an emphasized need for emotional security, connected to family and home. People with this degree are sensitive, empathetic, and protective. 16° Cancer: This is a mature emotional degree that gives the instinct to nurture. People are naturally supportive, often putting others' needs before their own emotions, while wanting to create an environment that is safe and loving.Amplifies the need for depth in emotions and family relationships. Individuals can be very defensive when it comes to loved ones, yet might be overly attached or too careful with their emotions.

Moon in Leo

Moon in Leo people need recognition, appreciation, and the need for self-expression. The Moon in Leo is emotionally satisfied by being noticed and appreciated. Often, they function well in professions that allow them to utilize their talents. They have warm and generous natures, often going out of their way to make others feel special.Emotionally, they are confident and enthusiastic, with a natural charisma that draws people to them. They can be sensitive to criticism and may struggle with feelings of inadequacy if they feel undervalued. Their emotions are dramatic and vivid, and they often express their feelings with flair.

They are loyal and affectionate in relationships; they look for people who appreciate their strengths and celebrate their dreams. They pride in and protect their loved ones a great deal. The strong sense of self may at times make them attention-seeking, which may overwhelm more reserved partners.For emotional growth, these individuals must learn to balance their need for validation with humility and self-awareness. By cultivating a sense of inner security, they are able to shine without relying on external admiration alone.

Moon in Leo Degrees (5°, 17°, 29°)

A vital, expressive, and dramatic emotional nature is reflected. Individuals with this degree need recognition and love to be noticed; their emotional satisfaction comes from being admired or adored.These people want to be admired, but applause for one's character and nobility is appreciated as well.Put the native an edge through intense and deep feelings that hope to be remembered after they are gone. Sometimes creative expression helps this degree balance emotionally in creative outlets and/or leadership responsibilities and to recognize and appreciate heartfelt accomplishment.

Moon in Virgo

Emotions are practical and analyzed. The persons deeply focus on details, often finding comfort in organizing, problem-solving, and improving the environment. A strong desire to be helpful might come with the expression of their emotions through acts of service.Emotionally, they might be somewhat restrained, reflecting more on feelings inside their world than the actual one. Whereas they can be very dependable and supportive, they also may easily feel self-criticizing or over analyze their emotions. The presence of such pragmatism in their nature at times gives an impression of being unconnected, although caring and supportive to those around them, is their purpose.They are caring and attentive in relationships, many times being able to anticipate what their partner may want. Stability appeals to them, and they often seek a person who is equally interested in growing and maturing. Perfectionism raises expectations unrealistically high for themselves and others.

They need to train themselves to love their imperfections, not over-analyze things. Such a balance can be achieved for them between analysis and self-compassion, giving them deeper satisfaction in their connections on the emotional level with others.

Moon in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°)

Emotional sensitivity connected to practicality and service. With this degree, people feel satisfied while serving and helping others, taking care by organizing and paying attention to details.They bring emotional intelligence and the tendency to be self-critical. Individuals with these moon degrees may seek perfectionism as a way of feeling emotional comfort; the drive should go toward betterment and healing.

Moon in Libra

The Moon in Libra makes people pleasure-seeking of harmony, balance, and beauty within their emotional realm. Highly relational, they will often go out of their way to maintain peace and equilibrium by putting others' feelings first. They are natural diplomats, tactfully working their way through social situations with ease and poise.Emotionally, they need companionship and find their fulfillment when they are in harmonious relationships. The sense of fairness and justice that often makes them mediators in conflicts and pleas for balance, on the other hand, creates a very strong desire in them to please people, which can make them indecisive at times or suppress their emotions to avoid quarrels.They are romantic and charming in love, cherishing the time spent with others. They value intellectual and emotional connections alike and often seek a partner who can engage them on many levels. Though they really thrive when they're in a relationship, they do need to learn not to lose their sense of identity and rely too much on others for validation.Emotional growth for people with the Moon in Libra will have to come through a balance of the urge for harmony with authenticity. Owning their needs and learning to express these will give them emotional satisfaction without sacrificing values dear to them.

Moon in Libra Degrees (7°, 19°)

Emotional emphasis is on harmony and balance. People are touched to the quick by their relationships, feeling safe emotionally when they can establish peace and fairness around them.Then comes emotional maturity and a sublime understanding of love and partnership. Individuals with these, thrive in relationships by seeking emotional fulfillment through mutual support, fairness, and diplomacy.

Moon in Scorpio

The Moon in Scorpio is probably one of the most intense placements, deeply representative of emotional power and transformation. Individuals with this placement experience their feelings with a depth and complexity that is hard to match. They are highly intuitive and often have a keen awareness of the unseen or hidden aspects of life.Their emotions are passionate and all-consuming, with the potential for life-changing experiences. They are loyal and want depth in a relationship, desiring a partner who will match their level of intensity. On the other hand, the strength of their emotions may make them jealous, possessive, or controlling.They make relationships deep and profound, and the same depth they create, they expect from their partners. They are charismatic, which makes them attract people, though at times the lightness of some people gets overwhelmed by the intensity in them. Their ability to heal is extraordinary, whereby they help others around them with insight and resilience through crises.For emotional growth, these individuals must learn to release grudges and embrace forgiveness. By channeling their emotional energy into constructive outlets, they can achieve profound self-awareness and transformation.

Moon in Scorpio Degrees: (8°, 20°)

Emotional nature is intense, intuitive, with deep, changing feelings. They are drawn to the mysterious and to plunging into the emotional deep for satisfaction.These people may experience breakdowns that change them; they keep their emotions close to their chests and can be secretive or distrusting.

Moon in Sagittarius

The Moon in Sagittarius is a position of emotional freedom, optimism, and exploration. They are driven by the urge for adventure, knowledge, and growth. They come to their feelings with curiosity and very often find their comfort in the expansion of their horizons.Emotionally, they are optimistic and resilient, often looking for the silver lining in challenging situations. They are naturally philosophical and may process their feelings through intellectual exploration or spiritual practices. At the same time, however, their need for freedom can sometimes make them avoid deep emotional entanglements or commitments.They are passionate and open in relationships, finding partners who share their sense of adventure and exploration. They are forthright and may feel caged in by relationships that feel too controlling or stagnant. Their cheerfulness and sense of humor make them great companions.For emotional development, they would have to learn to balance freedom with emotional depths and vulnerability. By embracing the emotional connection, their relationships can deepen and become a source of gratification.

Moon in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°)

Shows an adventurous, freedom-loving emotional nature. There is emotional fulfillment with exploration, travel, and philosophical pursuits.Confers an optimistic, expansive approach to the emotions. The emotional nature is naturally joyful in this degree, often enthusiastic about all things new; fulfillment comes through growth and learning.

Moon in Capricorn

The Moon in Capricorn is practical and disciplined in the approach to emotions. These people value structure, responsibility, and achievement, often putting practical concerns before emotional expression. They are dependable and steady, with a strong sense of duty to their loved ones.Emotionally, they tend to be reserved or stoic; they deal more privately with emotional issues. They take their security from routine, goals, and concrete achievements. They are responsible and work hard but may have difficulty expressing weakness or asking for help.They are loyal and committed in relationships, taking on either the protective or nurturing role. They value stability and seek a partner with similar dedication to long-term goals. At times, they may appear distant or inaccessible because of their emphasis on practicality.The call for emotional growth for these individuals is to accept and allow the softer side of themselves to be taken care of. The balancing between the drive for success and allowing emotional openness may bring about deeper connections and more personal fulfillment.

Moon in Capricorn Degrees (10°, 22°)

An emotionally practical and disciplined nature. The individual with this degree is not very demonstrative emotionally, finding satisfaction through hard work, attainment, and the establishment of a secure basis for the future.With these degrees, individuals derive emotional fulfillment from positions of authority and are deeply committed to their personal and professional aspirations, though they may find it difficult to show their vulnerabilities.

Moon in Aquarius

The Moon in Aquarius represents emotional independence, innovation, and a strong connection to humanity. These people are oriented toward the future and often approach their feelings from a rational or detached perspective. They value intellectual stimulation and are deeply invested in social causes or community initiatives.They are unconventional emotionally and perhaps resistant to conventional roles or expectations. Freedom keeps them going, while highly restrictive relationships make life miserable. The emotional realm with them is pretty much linked with their ideals; contributing to something bigger than themselves makes them complete.They believe in individuality and mutual respect in relationships. They are progressive and open-minded, mostly seeking a partner who shares their vision for the future. They are loyal friends and partners, but they might have a hard time showing emotions openly, as they are more focused on ideas and concepts.They need to balance their independence and emotional closeness in order for them to grow emotionally. They can learn to connect on a deeper level so they can have deep, meaningful bonds without betraying their ideals.

Moon in Aquarius Degrees (11°, 23°)

Emotionally detached yet idealistic, these individuals are more focused on the mental connection and can feel emotionally satisfied through friendships, innovation, and progressive ideas.These amplify detachment and individuality. The native is emotionally detached; his relationships are free, and he may be attracted to people who are unusual or eccentric and understand his way of thinking.

Moon in Pisces

The Moon in Pisces is the epitome of emotional sensitivity, intuition, and compassion. These people have a strong inner connection and very often feel the emotions of others as if they were their own. They are dreamers with a vivid imagination and great spiritual connection. Emotionally, they are empathetic and often drawn to helping others. They find comfort in creative expression, spiritual practices, or retreating into their own world. However, their sensitivity can make them prone to emotional overwhelm or escapism.They are romantic and compassionate in love, placing their partners on a pedestal. They enjoy deep emotional contact and are drawn to individuals who can display an equal measure of sensitivity and depth as themselves. At times, however, this may also lead them to disappointment or idealized expectations with respect to other people.These individuals need to learn to set boundaries and ground themselves in reality for emotional growth. Embracing their intuitive gifts while maintaining emotional resilience allows them to navigate life with grace and strength.

Moon in Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°)

Reveals an ultra-sensitive and highly empathetic emotional nature. People with this degree will also look intuitively toward spiritual practices, the creative arts, and selfless service for emotional nourishment.Intuitive, compassionate emotional makeup. Individuals having these degrees can be ultra caring of others, prone to absorb or easily take on another's feelings. Many struggles surround setting boundaries for themselves. There are true ways of fulfillment-to help others or connect with divinity.

Moon In Houses

Moon in the 1st House

The Moon in the 1st house indicates an individual whose emotions and inner world are tremendously conspicuous to observers. These individuals wear their hearts on their sleeves, often coming across as nurturing, empathetic, and sensitive. Their moods and feelings strongly color their physical presence and demeanor in the way they present to the world.They are very intuitive and responsive, often tuning into the ambient currents of feeling. People with this placement don't find it easy to develop emotional boundaries since they're innately receptive to others' feelings. The outer cover or public persona changes along with the mood, so that one gets the impression of a changeable or moody person. They might turn deeply introverted as a result of this strong attachment with which their self-image is invested; and outward identity is in alignment with the inner feelings of the individual. However, this placement may also stimulate an excessive tendency to look to external recognition for validations of one's feelings.In that personal growth process, they would have to balance emotional expression with self-awareness, learning not to completely let their feelings run them or define self-worth. It is developing a sense of self strongly enough apart from the tides of emotions that can allow them to flourish.

Moon in the 2nd House

Moon in the 2nd House: Here, the Moon closely associates emotions with material security and personal values. They feel emotionally comforted with stability, financial security, and tangible possessions. Many of them pamper themselves and others with food, comfort, and abundance that make life comfortable and safe.People with this placement may have fluctuating finances or changing attitudes towards material possessions, mirroring their mood swings. They are usually attached to things that remind them of something, and their possessions can be emotionally loaded.They look for an emotional and economic stability partner. They are usually nurturing and generous but can also be insecure whenever their material foundation seems threatened even from a slight perspective. For them, self-esteem and morals are closely intertwined with their emotional disposition.They need to learn to let go of their emotions from their material life for growth. The more they cultivate inner security and self-worth irrespective of their life circumstances, the more harmonious and rewarding their life will be.

Moon in the 3rd House

Moon in the 3rd house gives an emotional orientation to communication, learning, and the immediate environment. They are born with the ability to express their feelings through words, whether spoken or written. They are very sensitive and often strongly influenced by the surroundings.Their mood may fluctuate depending on the interaction they have with their siblings, neighbors, or people in society. They find their comfort in keeping their minds occupied and may use learning or communication as an emotional release. Their emotional nature, however, makes them think too much or anxious if their thoughts are not channelled constructively.They are emotive within relationships and search for someone who can discuss interesting subjects with them. They seek people who are curious and adaptable, like themselves, and place great emphasis on emotional intelligence.Growth requires them to root their emotional expression so that fleeting thoughts or surrounding stimuli do not toss them too much. Application of mindfulness helps in paying attention to deeper connectives and makes one more poised.

Moon in the 4th House

Moon in the 4th house is deeply nurturing and emotionally profound. Their home, family, and roots are the places where their emotional core finds its place. The attachment to the past is strong, and they usually feel secure with familiar people and environments.They are natural caregivers, generally assuming the role of emotional supporter within the family. Their home is their haven, and they may put much time and energy into creating a cozy and emotionally uplifting space. Sometimes, this attachment to upbringing may lead them to emotional stagnation when they get too caught up in the past.In relationships, they can be protective, loyal, and very attached. They are attracted to those that value family and home similarly and place great emphasis on emotional closeness.The individuals must learn how to balance the emotional attachments with their past lives and their desire to grow as a person for development. It will be necessary to embrace change by breaking out of the molds of the past so that new securities and fulfillment can be sought for the future.

Moon in the 5th House

The Moon in the 5th house brings a deep emotional connection to creativity, self-expression, and joy. These individuals are passionate and vibrant, often using their creative talents to process and express their emotions. They have a strong desire to find emotional fulfillment through hobbies, artistic endeavors, or romantic relationships.They can be so dramatic and intense with their emotions, and they always look for validation through recognition of their talents or affections. They are very intuitive and have a natural ability to connect with children or younger individuals, often taking on a nurturing role in these relationships. This makes them romantic and expressive in love, seeking someone who will give equal enthusiasm and passion in a match. Their extreme highs and lows make the relationships seem unpredictable at times.To grow, they must strike a balance between the need for emotional excitement and stability. Putting emotions into creative outlets that are constructive will help to find lasting fulfillment.

Moon in the 6th House

The Moon in the 6th house shows a connection between emotions with work, health, and daily routines. These people often find comfort when things are organized around them, following a structure to which they can devote themselves emotionally through busy work. Thus, they feel intuitively told by their instincts regarding what might be wrong in their work environment or with their health.Their moods can be closely tied to their work or service to others. They feel most alive when they are useful and needed, often getting an emotional high from helping others or contributing to their community. They can be prone to stress and emotional burnout if they take on too many responsibilities or neglect their own needs.

They are practical in relationships, and they could show their love by acts of service or attention to details. They search for a partner who values them for their supportive role and commitment to the improvement of minor things in life.They need to pay attention to self-care and not overextend for others emotionally if they are to grow. They can learn to balance their need for order with emotional flexibility, which leads to a much healthier and more fulfilling life.

Moon in the 7th House

Moon in the 7th house amplifies emotional gratification from relationships and partnerships. Individuals with this placement are sensitive to the needs and feelings of their partners and mostly work towards maintaining peace and equilibrium in their relationships.They can be prone to mood swings depending on the status of their relationships, as their security is wrapped up in the people around them. They will naturally try to mediate and take care of others in a relationship. However, they might have a tendency to become emotionally dependent or to need validation from others.They are romantic and caring in love, appreciating emotional closeness and mutual understanding. They look for empathetic and supportive partners and often go out of their way to create a stable and nurturing environment for their loved ones.They need to learn emotional independence and not define themselves through others so that they may grow. This would, of course, allow them much healthier and more balanced relationships with clear identities.

Moon in the 8th House

Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house depicts an intense emotional deepness and transformation. The natives are intensely emotional, and a life of repeated and significant emotional rebirths is the norm. Intuitive, with a flair for uncovering the hidden truths both about themselves and others.The themes of power, intimacy, and shared resources often color their emotions. They experience emotional upheavals or crises that are meant to push them toward growth and evolution. This placement also indicates a strong interest in psychology, mysticism, or the occult because they are naturally drawn to the mysteries of life.In relationships, they need an intense emotional depth and are often fiercely loyal and protective of those they love. Their depth regarding emotions can make them jealous or possessive at times.Growth requires the acceptance of this emotional intensity as a strength. It means being released from control and trusting the process of transformation - leading to personal empowerment and healing in very profound ways.

Moon in the 9th House

A placement of the Moon in the 9th house links emotions with exploration, philosophy, or higher learning. These people often find comfort in the expansion of their horizon, whether they do it via travel, learning, or spiritually.They seem to have that restless and adventurous spirit, thus seeking emotional satisfaction through new perspectives and experiences. Their moods can be guided by their philosophies, leading to emotional expansion through philosophical and spiritual insights.Lovers prize intellectual and emotional independence in their relationships. They connect with companions who also love adventure and learning, finding their best match in relationships that promote growth and exploration.Growth for them involves a balancing between emotional independence and deeper emotional connections. By embracing the search for knowledge yet keeping their feet on the ground, they can build a more complete and well-rounded life.

Moon in the 10th House

The Moon in the 10th house links emotions with career, public image, and achievement. They usually attain emotional satisfaction through their professional life and the recognition they get from other people.Ambitious and duty-bound, many are deeply obligated to their mission and their public roles. Much of their emotions are involved with the functioning of their purpose and serving positively in a role for society. In balancing work-life issues, there would seem to be difficulties because it's usually expected to put one's public life first over private matters.They seek a partner in relationships who would support their ambitions and would join them in working towards success. Loyal and committed, they invest much emotionally in building a safe and secure future. Growth for them is learning to balance professional aspirations with emotional needs. Opening up to vulnerability, nurturing close personal relationships will help them reach a more holistic sense of fulfillment.

Moon in the 11th House

Moon in the 11th house accentuates that emotional fulfillment will come from friendships, social groups, and collective goals. The person strongly identifies with some community and usually finds satisfaction in working for an ideal or cause.They innately can feel the group dynamics emotionally and may be very nurturing or supportive in their social circles. But their mood may be influenced by the state of their friendships or the progress of their goals.They seek mental and emotional compatibility in relationships, and mostly get a partner who shares a similar vision towards life. They are open towards the world and include all kinds of people in their lives, being very social.For growth, they need to be careful not to lose their identity within the collective efforts they put in. A better balance of personal emotions and social commitments can bring more emotional stability and satisfaction.

Moon in the 12th House

The Moon in the 12th House makes for a person who is deeply introspective, intuitive, and connected with the subconscious and spiritual links. They would, therefore, have feelings on a deep emotional level and perhaps a high quotient of empathy along with sensitivity regarding the energies around them.They like being alone, finding emotional solace in spiritual activities, meditation, or creativity. Still, they may be plagued by secret fears or unresolved emotions, as the 12th house can bring challenges about the unconscious mind.

They are emotionally compassionate and caring within relationships. Sometimes, these individuals base bonds more on an emotional and spiritual level than others. Yet they struggle to speak of their emotions aloud; rather, they will usually internalize and work out emotions alone.In terms of development, the inner world that one conceals or represses has to be confronted and assimilated by such people. Only through such acceptance can inner power help a person in attaining emotional recovery and spiritual success.

All Aspects Of Moon

1. Moon-Sun Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect creates a profound harmony between the ego (Sun) and emotions (Moon), leading to strong self-awareness and emotional integration. These individuals are naturally aligned with their inner needs and external expression, making them intuitive and authentic in their interactions. This alignment also makes them subject to being biased, as keeping emotions and logic apart gets tough for them. Stressed mood swings are something they don't do pretty well, yet they have exceptional return abilities through self-analysis

Sextile: It surely forms a strong interdependence between personal identity and the emotional well-being of every individual. Accordingly, they are very talented people in creative and caretaker professions because the capacity to merge logic and instinct is so great. As a rule, this creates supportive relationships because people can show empathy towards others without losing a clear sense of self. Innately talented mediators bring warmth and balance to tense situations.

Square: Emotional and ego conflicts can build inner tension. These individuals often feel torn between their expression of emotions and societal or familial expectations. Emotional resilience is certainly tested under this aspect, but it also promises tremendous growth opportunities. Learning to balance personal needs with external pressures, they develop greater emotional strength. This aspect often drives ambition, as one works hard to overcome perceived shortcomings or insecurities.

Trine: This is a smooth connection between the Moon and Sun, bringing natural emotional balance and confidence. Consequently, individuals with this aspect tend to be charismatic, optimistic, and sensitive. They thus become magnets for positive experiences. Adaptation to circumstances is easy, and their emotional stability is an example for others to follow. Many creative talents also flower under this aspect because it promotes self-expression and harmony with others. Being intrinsically harmonious, this placement tends to make a person successful both personally and professionally.

Opposition: The emotional problems are connected with the sense of duality. There is often a felt pull between one's own needs and external roles, which can cause tension in relationships. These can indeed be very deepening influences toward self-awareness and emotional maturity. People learn to balance their inner and outer worlds, developing resilience and wisdom. Empathy can be highly enhanced with this placement, as they may understand the human emotions that most people experience. Personal growth may need to involve embracing vulnerability and finding balance.

2. Moon-Mercury Aspects

Conjunction: Moon-Mercury accentuates emotional intelligence and instinctive communication. They are very perceptive and can easily be writers, teachers, or counselors. But they might over-intellectualize emotions to the point of mental strain. Gives adaptability, quick thinking; they usually are good at solving problems. The emotional expression is direct, but they have to watch out that they do not intellectualize too much. When in balance, this is a bridge between heart and mind.

Sextile: This aspect helps one be articulate and clear with one's emotions, intellectually reaching out to others. People with this placement are always good conversationalists; they use words to heal or inspire. They thrive in social situations because of their warmth and adaptability. The aspect supports learning and creativity; thus, they are lifelong learners. They navigate life's challenges with emotional clarity and mental focus that help them build strong, meaningful connections.

Square: Under this aspect, many emotional and mental conflicts do happen. One will find it difficult to express and put into words what they have in their minds, often resulting in misconceptions. Overthinking emotions can create unwanted stress, while the tension prompts growth. They learn to strike a balance with feelings and reason, thus developing emotional endurance and mental clarity. This aspect often pushes individuals hard to develop better communication skills, thus fostering deep understanding of one's self and others.

Trine: This is the aspect of emotional and intellectual harmony. People with this placement in their birth chart are naturally empathetic and articulate, which easily draws them into careers that demand a high level of emotional intelligence. They learn fast and have a knack for understanding complicated emotional tangles. The trine stimulates creativity and flexibility, and they make great mediators. They can balance feelings with logic and usually succeed in personal and professional relationships. They naturally inspire trust and connection in others.

Opposition: Emotional needs may be pitted against those of the rationale, thus creating inner conflicts. These individuals often feel torn between following their heart and mind, leading to indecision. This tension calls for them to increase self-awareness and balance. Integrating their emotional and intellectual poles can help these people establish healthier relationships and navigate challenges with greater ease. In this respect, this aspect frequently develops much empathy because they will understand both the emotional and logical point of view. Growth for the individual often comes from harmony within this dynamic.

3. Moon-Venus Aspects

Conjunction: Emotional security and romantic satisfaction go hand in hand. They possess a natural flair for the nourishment of others and beauty around them. They are in touch with their emotions and may attract loving relationships with ease. On the downside, they may cling to close relationships for comfort and reassurance. They have a natural talent for creating peace and harmony around them and may find ideal careers as artists or caregivers.

Sextile: The aspect brings ease into emotional connecting and romantic relationships. Individuals with this aspect are caring and loving; they attract harmonious relationships with so much ease. Their creativity often finds an outlet in art or fashion. They intuitively know how to attend to the emotional needs of others, and that helps them form deep and meaningful relationships. This aspect also allows one to experience love and beauty on deeper levels, adding to emotional fulfillment and happiness.

Square: Emotional and romantic tensions can arise with this placement. Individuals may struggle to balance their emotional needs with their relationships, often feeling misunderstood or underappreciated. Issues of self-worth or fear of rejection may surface, requiring introspection and personal growth. However, these challenges foster resilience and teach the importance of setting healthy boundaries. This aspect often pushes individuals to explore what truly fulfills them emotionally and romantically.

Trine: The emotional and romantic energies blend well, creating a very loving and nurturing personality. The individual is naturally empathetic and easily creates supportive and harmonious environments. The relationships are very fulfilling, and mostly the people around them consider them emotional pillars.

Opposition: Emotional needs and relational dynamics may clash, leading to tension in partnerships. Individuals often feel torn between taking care of themselves and meeting others' expectations. This dynamic encourages growth through learning balance and compromise. While relationships may feel challenging, they also offer opportunities for self-discovery. Over time, individuals develop a deeper understanding of their emotional desires and how to harmonize them with their partners' needs.

4. Moon-Mars Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect is defined by passion and emotional intensity. Individuals are highly driven and usually respond with immediate, raw emotion. While this gives them incredible determination, it can also lead to impulsive decisions or emotional outbursts. They thrive in competitive or high-energy environments, funneling their passion constructively. Relationships benefit from their enthusiasm but may suffer from their fiery temperament. Learning patience and emotional control is key to harnessing this energy effectively.

Sextile: This is a good balance of emotional drive and action. The emotional drive to achieve goals inspires others and motivates them. Challenges are faced with assurance, and relationships are approached with energy and passion. They have the inner emotional strength to take risks and overcome obstacles with ease. A strong leadership potential and the ability to inspire others through their determination and emotional stamina are usually associated with this placement.

Square: There is a lot of emotional volatility and impulsive reaction under this aspect. One often feels torn between desires and emotional stability, and thus, inner tension arises. This can be a growth-promoting dynamic since it teaches one patience and self-awareness. The key to overcoming these problems and getting control of one's reactions is to find constructive outlets for one's emotional energies. This aspect may constantly challenge them to face and change their deeply ingrained emotional patterns.

Trine: This aspect is when emotional passion and confidence flow. People are assertive yet balanced, channeling their emotional drive into materialization. The enthusiast will often inspire others and make excellent leaders. This aspect will develop emotional stamina to face most situations with ease. They become dynamic and stimulating to be around because their emotional and physical energy is well-balanced, particularly in personal relationships and creative fields.

Opposition: There is tension between emotional needs and assertive wants. Individuals experiencing this may often feel torn between following impulse and maintaining emotional equilibrium. This dynamic promotes growth in learning to balance sensitivity with decisiveness. While relationships may feel challenging, they offer opportunities for developing greater emotional awareness. Through time, these individuals learn to channel their passion constructively, turning inner conflicts into strengths that propel personal and relational success.

5. Moon-Jupiter Aspects

Conjunction: Optimism, generosity, and emotional expansiveness mark this conjunction. Many people with this conjunction are extremely empathetic, having a strong desire to nurture and take care of others. They naturally radiate warmth that attracts positive relationships and opportunities. Their emotional generosity can lead them to overextend themselves or to expect too much from others. Learning healthy boundaries is the key to using their energies well. The conjunction also stirs a love for learning and spiritual growth and tends to create lifelong students.

Sextile: This placement brings about emotional growth and optimism as a matter of course. Many people with this placement are endowed with opportunities for success and emotional fulfillment. They radiate positivity and attract supportive relationships that help in mutual growth. Their nurturing nature inspires others, and they often excel in teaching, mentoring, or counseling roles. This aspect encourages them to embrace life's challenges with hope and resilience, helping them create a fulfilling and expansive emotional life.

Square: This aspect can have the problem of emotional overindulgence and exaggerated feelings. People often feel torn between their needs for growth and their emotional needs, creating tension. It can be a growing influence, though, as it will teach the value of restraint and self-control. The expansive nature is grounded to achieve more emotional stability and success. This position will challenge them to face their fears of limitation and embrace life with realistic optimism.

Trine: Emotions and optimism flow with great ease under this aspect. Individuals are naturally warm, generous, and inspiring to others, creating an attraction into their lives of many kinds of abundance. Their emotional intelligence and positive outlook make them wonderful nurturers and mentors. More often than not, they can find joy through creative or spiritual pursuits, using them to enrich the lives of their own and others'. This placement builds emotional toughness and a big sense of gratitude, helping them navigate life without much hassle.

Opposition: Emotional needs can be at odds with the urge to expand or explore. Consequently, these people may feel a sense of tug-of-war between their own personal needs and the higher aspirations that beset them. Nevertheless, this dynamic pushes them to find balance and become more aware of themselves. The emotional depth blended with the urge for growth will enable them to realize a greater harmony in relationships and other pursuits. This aspect brings out stamina and awareness of the inner and outer world.

6. Moon-Saturn Aspects

Conjunction: This is the aspect of emotional discipline and maturity. Carrying a sense of responsibility from an early age, this often weighs in their emotional development. They may seem reserved or cautious, but the inner strength is immense. They learn through challenges and setbacks, which foster resilience and wisdom. Relationships may feel restricted initially, but with time, they form deep and lasting bonds. Emotional growth comes from embracing vulnerability and balancing duty with self-care.

Sextile: The aspect helps an individual be emotionally stable and practical, building sound foundations in both personal and professional spheres. They are reliable, practical, and often excel in roles that demand patience and consistency. Their steady demeanor makes them excellent problem solvers, especially in emotionally charged situations. They attract opportunities to grow through meaningful relationships and structured environments. This placement supports long-term success by blending emotional resilience with practicality.

Square: This is an aspect that generally brings an emotional block and/or fear of vulnerability. There could be problems in expressing feelings, which lead to a person's isolation. Yet, these problems are the possibility of deep growth because they face their insecurities head-on and work through them. They often develop a strong work ethic and emotional endurance that helps them achieve stability over time. This placement teaches the value of persistence and self-compassion in navigating emotional challenges.

Trine: The emotional and practical stability with this placement is instinctive. People with this placement are responsible, self-disciplining, and emotionally stable, generally serving as an emotional anchor for others. They fare well within set structures, with personal and professional commitments to long-term goals. The whole calm and composed attitude toward life makes them command trust and respect in interpersonal relations. Success at leading tasks may also be achieved since this aspect supports one's emotional intelligence with great caution and foresight.

Opposition: The emotional needs conflict with responsibilities, which creates tension. A person usually feels torn between one's self and the demands of society or family. This conflict acts as a stimulus for growth through learning to integrate these opposing demands. The relationships may appear difficult but, at the same time offer great chances for profound emotional learning. Gradually, they learn to balance emotional depth with practical wisdom, finding harmony both within and without.

7. Moon-Uranus Aspects

Conjunction: Emotional unpredictability, a strong need for freedom. Individuals with such an aspect are super intuitive and inventive; their way is always somehow different from the ordinary. The mood of these people can be quite sudden or erratic, which may make them exciting but sometimes challenging to be with. They feel most alive in an ever-changing environment that gives them room for self-expression. This aspect stirs creativity and originality, yet it requires effort toward emotional continuity and grounding.

Sextile: The aspect brings emotional adaptability and a flair for innovation. Individuals thrive when they have to think fast and find their way out of a situation. Their openness to change enables them to go through life with ease. Relationships are dynamic and exciting, as one values freedom and mutual growth. This aspect often shows a high degree of intuition, enabling them to connect with others on deep and unusual levels. They inspire others with their originality and emotional resilience.

Square: Emotional turbulence and unpredictability may be the challenging factors of this aspect. They are often pulled between the need for stability and the need for independence, which creates inner tension. The challenges, in turn, make them grow as a person by learning to adapt to change constructively. They channel their emotional energy into creative or innovative pursuits, transforming chaos into strength. This aspect most often compels them to go in search of unconventional approaches toward emotional expression.

Trine: With this aspect, emotional independence and innovation seem to flow without effort. Generally, very intuitive, they inspire others through their originality and adaptability. They move through change with ease into their place within dynamic relationships that give them their space. The emotional intelligence and creative thinking make them natural problem solvers and visionaries. This placement can create a strong linkage to one's identity and help in building a purposeful and satisfying life.

Opposition: The emotional needs and a need for independence can come into conflict, and create tension. Such people find it hard to balance their stability and independence. The relationships seem difficult yet hold much scope for deep emotional fulfillment. Integrating their security needs with an innovative spirit makes them resilient and adaptable. This aspect stimulates the person to embrace change yet stay grounded; in this process, over time, they mature emotionally and grow more aware of themselves.

8. Moon-Neptune Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect is characterized by profound empathy, imagination, and intuition. Individuals are ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others and very much attuned to the collective unconscious. They will gravitate toward artistic and spiritual interests where creativity and compassion can be brought into play. They'll need to resist the urge to flee from or place unrealistic ideals on their relationships. It is through this process that emotional growth will come: grounding their dreams in reality and setting healthy boundaries, so their sensitivity becomes a strength, not a burden.

Sextile: This aspect can cultivate emotional depth and profound connection to the spiritual or artistic. They are compassionate, imaginative, and find their fulfillment in helping others. Their intuition is highly developed, guiding them in relationships and creative endeavoring. They naturally draw to themselves opportunities to express their emotions in deep and meaningful ways. It's a placement that supports emotional healing and growth through self-reflection and a connection to higher ideals.

Square: This can be an emotionally confusing or unrealistic aspect. People have to make very real choices often between idealistic yearnings and practical circumstance, which then causes them to become disillusioned. However, this sort of tension allows for personal growth, as it teaches one to weigh dreams against practicality. They develop emotional resilience through facing their fears and putting a ground on their vision. This placement inspires creativity, makes one explore one's self and compassion without losing one's sense of self.

Trine: This aspect brings emotional sensitivity and spiritual depth. People with this aspect are naturally compassionate, imaginative, and inspire others through their creativity and empathy. Many of them derive joy from creative or healing work as a mode of expression and connection. Their intuition is highly developed, helping them navigate relationships and challenges with grace. This placement brings about a deep sense of peace and satisfaction, for one is in line with their higher emotional and spiritual purpose.

Opposition: Emotionally idealistic, these are the people who will fight reality when idealistic; they often get caught between a dream and real life, where self-doubting is sure to take center stage. All the same, this sets in the spirit of development through the synthesis of intuition with grounded life processes. In these cases, the opportunities of relationships involve discoveries of self and emotional healing. After some time, they come out even and can balance sensitivity with practicality.

9. Moon-Pluto Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect defines intense emotions and profound transformation. There is an intrinsic emotional rapport that usually results in the transmutation of challenging situations, resilience, intuitiveness, and strong inner direction within life's complications. But they need to avoid becoming possessive or obsessive in a relationship. The placement brings them to emotional empowerment to regain their lost potential and heal old wounds. Very often, such a journey may influence others to take up the journey of transformation themselves.

Sextile: With this aspect, emotional depth and resilience are innate. The individuals are drawn to the trans-formative experiences that help them grow and heal. Gracefulness around challenges makes them a strength for others. They usually perform well in any role that involves empathy and emotional intelligence, like counseling or mentoring. This aspect furthers deep and profound connectivity, helping them create a fulfilling emotional life.

Square: This is a very emotionally turbulent aspect that usually brings power struggles and intense challenges. Fears of vulnerability or loss may be the enforcing factors for changing the inner patterns. These challenges will bring great personal growth and emotional resilience. The ability to empower themselves and create deep healing will be unleashed when they learn to accept their dark side and come into self-awareness. It calls for channeling intensity into constructive and transformative pursuits.

Trine: Under this aspect, emotional strength and depth flow with ease. Naturally resilient, intuitive, and transformative, these individuals inspire others through their way of dealing with life's complications. They thrive in deep and meaningful relationships, offering emotional support and understanding to those around them. This placement really furthers personal growth, helping them align with their inner power and higher purpose. Their emotional intelligence often leads to success in leadership or healing roles.

Opposition: Emotional intensity and external obstacles dynamically charge this aspect. A person may feel torn between wanting to be in control and wanting to connect on an emotional level. This dynamic promotes growth as one learns to find balance between these opposites. The relationships provide a venue for deep changes and self-realization. With time, they learn emotional resilience and profound insight into their own power that will enable them to create truly valuable and meaningful connections.

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is it new years yet? luigi mangione x reader (18+)

summary!!! you run into ex-boyfriend!luigi mangione at a nye party! smut!

warnings: fratboy!luigi, darkfic (very much implied he slips something in ur drink), cnc?, long fic, mentions of calvin harris music, inspired by the fact that he had to nominate himself to win this category

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the new year was meant to feel different.

yet, the doors at phi kappa psi open for you and a chances of anything more seems to slim. a record number of beer cans trashed in the hallway, the kitchen buried in chaos, and the overwhelming stench of beer clings to the air, impossible to ignore. you were surprised at how easily they’d let you enter—the bouncer was known for being a bit mean, strict on names and IDS and ages and sorority associations, yet one short smile was enough to get you and your best friend, lacy, into their annual new years eve party.

there wasn’t a second break from avicii or calvin harris, the crowd bouncing with red solo cups in hand. about a dozen of drinks were spilled on you already, and you were sure this was an indicator of a good night.

“is that him?” your friend’s nudge proves your prophecy wrong. your stomach drops immediately as you turn to the direction she was staring in—and yes, there he was, shirtless and six-packed on new year’s eve, surrounded by his pack of fraternity brothers.

the world suddenly feels so much smaller. you turn quickly. “lacy, he cannot see me.”

“have you spoken since the breakup?”

“if i had, id be in classier heels,” you retort, shaking your head.

you show her the reason you’ve been off your phone so much recently. about 34 days since you’ve seen each other in person, and a stunning 78 texts and 29 missed calls left in lieu of a breakup conversation. it honestly felt like too little an amount considering how long you’d been dating, but perhaps that was the least of your relationship problems, seeing as though you’d caught him making out with another girl at a football game.

she groans. “why’d we have to come to this house?”

“free entry? fireworks?” you come up with a lie that’ll make the both of you feel better. “i honestly don’t think we’ll run into each other. it’s such a big place.”

“he’s walking over here.”

“aaand we’re moving,” you sing, dragging her into the crowd of calvin harris enjoyers. for two hours, slipping in and out of the chaos seemed to be a surefire solution in avoiding your ex-boyfriend. that is, until you turn and suddenly your best friend isn’t there. you stiffen immediately, backing into the kitchen. in that step back, you bump shoulders.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice says.

oh for fucks sake.

you smile tightly at the sight of luigi, trying not to make this already awkward situation more awkward. he looks different than he did the last time you’d seen him. his usually short hair had grown out longer, his beard more prominent. he looks… grown.

“hey!” you say, attempting to make a swift getaway. “happy new year, man!”

“get back here.” he grabs your wrist, pulling you right back to him. “what’re you doing?”

“it’s new years!”

“what are you doing here? wearing that?”

you smile, feigning innocence. “getting a re-fill!”

luigi’s eyes were dark and his grip firm. your air of innocence is almost completely defeated at his warmth, his body leaning into you, intent. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

no, you can’t do it. this was gonna be a new year for you. no setbacks, no cheating ex-boyfriends.

“i’m surprised you even noticed, with all your other distractions.”

luigi’s head tilts. “what does that mean?”

“you know what it means.” you pull away from him with as much force as possible. “seriously, lu, it’s over.”

“no, it’s not.” he argues. you shake your head as you walk away. “y/n, we’ve got to talk about this—“

“just leave me alone!” you leap out of the kitchen as soon as opportunity arrives, and pour the entirety of what’s left of your cup into your mouth. the wicked sting of alcohol had never been so relieving.

minutes pass but the sound of avicii is constant. phi kappa psi has promised fireworks and began to gather in the backyard and you want nothing more than to join in on the party—but lacy. your best friend. you need to find her. the recovery mission begins with a stumble down the hallway and a headache. it’s more than a headache, it all of a sudden feels like you reallyreallyreally need to take a nap.

“hey, hey, i’ve got you,” it’s luigi again. you can tell by his warmth and his scent and the way he grabs your hand. “where are you going?”

“lacy.”

he takes the drink out of your hand, then lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck. and suddenly, the warmth of his body isn’t so intimidating anymore. “that’s not my name.”

“i know.”

he leans in closer. “come on then, what’s my name?”

“lu,” you murmur. “i need to go.”

“you’re not going anywhere.” luigi promises you.

within a second, his lips are on yours, and suddenly his warmth is everywhere. you whimper into the kiss, trying to spell out protest but you’re too weak. “relax for me,” he tells you.

you were entirely too relaxed. any reasonable part of you wouldn’t allow for him to be this close. but before you can stop him, his hands slide down to grip your thighs, pushing them apart to accommodate him, and you gasped at the feel of his length pressing against you. he’s so hard.

“i love this dress on you,” he murmurs.

desperate, you try to push, “no, no, we need to find—”

“we’re taking care of her, too, baby, don’t worry.”

you squirmed underneath his touch, which only made the friction hotter. “what?”

he doesn’t care to tell you anything more grinding into your resistance mercilessly as his hands clamp around your hips, rocking your body back and forth on his thigh.

“you’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, you know,” he grumbles into the kiss, his voice so low and gravelly, you felt its deep tenor roll down your spine and settle in your core. every kiss he gave you was hungry and heated, and you gasp when he goes to nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. “walking around my house dressed like a fuckin’ slut. got me all worked up in front of everyone.”

you despise the helplessness that washes over you as he holds you down. tears sting at your eyes as you beg, “lu, stop.”

“pull your dress up,” he orders, drinking in your scent. his scruff scratches your skin.

“no.” you shake your head again, though his kisses are persistent. “luigi, we can’t.“

“you’re right,” luigi agrees, chuckling into another kiss. “i’m not fuckin’ sharing you.”

his lips don’t leave yours—theyre all over your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your tits—as he carries you into the nearest room, and you’re too lost in the moment to notice whether it’s his own. your dress hits the floor and his hands are all over your nude. the mix of confusion and pleasure leaves you breathless. before you can process it, you’re on the bed with your ex-boyfriend on top of you.

“you know how many other guys were looking at you tonight?” he growls as he flips you over. “swear ill fucking kill them”

he was so big and your body was so unprepared that you’d screamed, which only made luigi laugh. a choked gasp left you, and your mouth was soundlessly parted as he started to thrust into you, hips snapping against yours every time.

“fuckin’ knew it,” lu groans. your teeth sink into your lips as you tremble underneath him, his hard length relentless in its assault. “knew you’d take it f’me like this, yeah? like a good fuckin’ girl.”

the bed shook beneath you as he pounded into you. he goes to bite your neck, his curls tickling your skin. he feels so good, but the weight of how wrong it is lingers in every touch. “lu,” you moan.

“what?” he says, smug. “what d’ya wanna say?”

“it hurts,” you whine.

”i don’t care,” luigi says in your ear, grinding his cock into the depths of your cunt until you were whimpering beneath him. “you know how fuckin’ long it’s been since ive had you? no, you’ve got no clue. drove myself crazy thinking i’d never have this pretty pussy again.”

“it’s your fault—“

“shut the fuck up.” his hand comes down hard on your ass and a whimper slips from your lips. he growls low, feeling how tight you’re holding him. “you’re mine,” he grunts. “don’t you ever forget that.”

“luigi, wait,” you moan, your mind going blank. it’s too much—wrong in every way, yet too good to resist.

you feel him smirk against your neck. despite yourself, you felt your cunt clench hard around his stiff length as a flood gushes from your trembling core. he chuckles darkly, mocking your resistance. “can’t take it? too much?”

“lu, please.” your voice was embarrassingly breathless. he goes faster, which felt entirely impossible.

he must’ve heard the plea this time, because he doubled his efforts. he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking you hard and fast, spanking your ass mercilessly while his other hand went to massage your clit. you could hardly breathe.

“so good,” he groans. “be a good girl and cum for me, princess. all over me, come on.”

“please,” you whimper again. you’re not sure what you’re asking for, but it hardly mattered. the most devastating orgasm of your life was building deep within you, an unstoppable force growing stronger with every moment—and you were desperate to chase it.

“you’re all fucking mine,” he laments. “i wanna hear you say it.”

you couldn’t possibly. your mind goes blank as he ruts into you, pounding into your cunt and ass so hard that the clapping of his hips against your skin was filling the room and almost drowning out the sound of the new year celebration.

“tell me what i wanna hear.” he demands.

“yours,” you mewl.

“good girl.” he bit out, his mouth brushing against your cheek, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you shiver. he fucks you harder, faster, slamming into your slick cunt like he was trying to leave a mark inside you.

you couldn’t take it anymore. your pride snaps inside you and you felt liquid gush between your thighs, coating his massive cock in your cunt. pleasure consumes you until all you knew was the sensation of ecstasy drowning out everything else. he groans at the sight of your orgasm, his cock still driving into you, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he growled in your ear.

luigi grumbled a soft, “fuck,” and then pressed deep, burying his cock deep into your still pulsing cunt as he came. he let out a long moan, his cock twitching against your inner walls while he emptied his balls into your pussy, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

“i’m so glad you came around, so glad,” he murmurs, turning you over to kiss you over and over and over again. “i love you, baby, you know that, right?”

the day after

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