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ASK HER!!

you seem so happy when you talk about her, so ask her!!

HOPEFULLY SOON

i rlly do like her

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do it!!! What’s in the past is in the past, maybe try giving it time to maybe know what you want?

OKOK SO UM… maybe soon like. im not too sure how soon but she did tell me that if i wanted things official then i needed to make the first move

i also feel bad bc she was thinking i wouldnt want anything more than just flirting but UGH i want her so bad man😔

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i wanna bite her

if you write azzi x fem!reader i will give you my soul. im not even joking PLEASE. IDC WHAT IT IS, FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT. GIVE ME SOMETHING

NO ONE APPRECIATES MY GIRL PLEASE BABYY

❝i thought i was dreaming, when you said you love me❞ .꣑ৎ .

pairing ! a. fudd x fem!reader

warnings humor, fluff

summary azzi taking you on a beach date

"come on before it gets crowded", azzi exclaimed as she guided you onto the beach with your eyes closed. azzi apparently planned something really big for your first date and your had a clue on what it is.

"im trying- wait my flipflop is coming off", you complained trying to the fix your flip flop as yall finally made it to the destination.

"ok open your eyes in 3, 2, 1", azzi counted down to zero signaling for your to open your eyes.

you finally batted your eyes open after it felt like a lifetime and was met by a candlelighted picnic with a big heart sign in the background.

your eyes widened before smiling and kissing azzi.

"do you like i-", you cut off azzi before she could finish.

"it's perfect."

@janaelalfysblunt @kamii-2

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hi my insta is @mykindofwomcn if any of you wanna see me post about m 24/7

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I get what it’s like but DOO IITTTT

it’ll just give u guys the opportunity to yearn and want for eachother more!! Youll never grow bored of eachother :(

I WANT TO SO BAD :((

but then theres also this other girl that ive liked for almost five years now so its like?? im so stuck on what to do. i don’t talk to her much, and it is mainly on me i know that but still yk??

I WILL SAY THO she wants us to meet next year when we both have enough money!! wants to come down to my state and then go to the two next to mine<33

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i actially wanna ask m out to be my gf later but im scared of doing online relationships x

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oh hell yeah

morgan cheli nsfw headcanon?

hi anon i’m so sorry this took so long to get out but i hope you enjoy!! @sweetbcgs

warning(s): smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): morgan cheli x reader

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praising you 24/7

slow and sensual

constantly kissing you while having sex

everything she does is sweet (like she is nice yk, idk how else to explain it so i hope yk what im trying to say)

holding your hand every chance she gets

hates any type of pain

like you asked her to degrade you once and she immediately said no

“why don’t we try something new?” “does it involve me hurting you?” “…” “then no.”

you guys own a strap but she only uses it like once a month

not big on sex toys

you also own a vibrator but just like the strap, it barely gets used

she isn’t really big on sex in public or anywhere with people

the “craziest” place yall have done it was in her car parked in the far back of the walmart parking lot

definitely likes to hold eye contact while she’s eating you out

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sorry thsi took so long guys but i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

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~ PRISON WIFE? ~

parings: vi x FEM!reader

tw: angst mainly not not a lot...yet, some surrgestive stuff

summary: beings Vi's prison wife, and then it all l falls apart.

a/n: im sorry for not posting, i've been writing other stories

The prison air was thick with sweat and desperation, but somehow, you and Vi had carved out a space that was just yours. The cell you shared was tiny, barely enough room for both of you to move without brushing against each other, but that was the way you liked it. Every glance, every casual touch—it was all the more intense because of how close you were forced to be.

Vi was leaning back on her cot, arms behind her head, watching you with that lazy smirk she always wore when she was in the mood to mess with you. Her pink hair was buzzed short at the sides, and her sleeveless jumpsuit showed off her arms—scarred, but strong. You were perched on the lower bunk, a needle in one hand and a makeshift ink pot in the other.

"You sure about this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Vi rolled her shoulders. "What, you think I’m scared?" She grinned, voice dripping with challenge. "Babe, I’ve been punched in the face more times than I can count. A little ink ain’t gonna break me."

You smirked, dipping the needle into the ink before dragging the sharp tip over her wrist, etching the rough outline of a small emblem—the only thing you had to remind yourself of the outside. It was a symbol of your old life, one that Vi had asked for after months of sharing whispered confessions in the dark, promises that when you got out, you’d stick together.

Vi hissed but didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled, her voice lower, raspier. "Damn, you got a real gentle touch," she teased. "Didn’t expect that from the meanest bitch in this joint."

You rolled your eyes. "I’ll make it rougher if you keep talking."

She tilted her head, smirking. "Oh? Kinky."

You jabbed the needle just a little harder than necessary, and Vi let out a sharp breath, grinning through the pain. "That’s what I thought," you muttered.

After a while, Vi switched places with you, sitting behind you on the lower bunk, her legs framing your body. She worked with a steady hand, dragging the needle over your shoulder blade, her fingers warm against your skin. Every now and then, she’d pause to admire her work, trailing her fingertips over the fresh ink. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Y’know," Vi murmured, her breath warm against your ear, "if we weren’t in a cage, I’d be doin’ something else with my hands right now."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Oh? Like what?"

Vi chuckled, her lips brushing just barely against your ear. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

You turned your head to look at her, noses almost brushing. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that built up over months of stolen moments and lingering touches. Vi’s smirk softened just a little, and for a second, you thought she might actually kiss you.

Then, the bell rang. Yard time was over.

Vi groaned, pulling away. "Guess we’ll have to finish this later."

You rolled your shoulders, feeling the burn of fresh ink. "Better not leave me with an unfinished piece."

Vi shot you a look, something teasing but also strangely serious. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

THE NEXT DAY

You sat on your cot, arms crossed, glaring at the wall.

Time-out.

One of the guards had thrown you into solitary after a fight broke out in the yard—not even your fight, but since when did the guards care about fairness? You’d spent the last 24 hours in a tiny concrete box, no light, no sound, just your own thoughts clawing at your skull.

The moment they let you out, you went straight to your cell. Only, it was empty.

You frowned. "Vi?"

Silence.

Your stomach twisted, a creeping unease settling in your bones. Vi was always here. She never left without telling you. You checked the common room, the yard, even risked asking a few of the other inmates. No one knew where she was.

Panic started to rise in your chest.

Finally, you cornered the head guard, an older man with graying hair and dead eyes. He barely even looked up from his paperwork when you asked.

"She’s gone," he said flatly.

Your blood ran cold. "What do you mean, gone?"

He sighed, rubbing his temple like this was some great inconvenience to him. "Bailed out. Some councilwoman paid her way out."

Your ears were ringing. "Who?"

"Didn’t catch a name. Tall, dark-haired, fancy accent."

Caitlyn.

You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you.

Vi was gone.

She didn’t tell you. She didn’t wait. She just… left.

Your legs felt weak, but you forced yourself to stay upright. You swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. "Right."

The guard barely even acknowledged you before walking off, leaving you standing there in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by prisoners who all had somewhere to be, something to do.

But you didn’t.

Not anymore.

WEEKS LATER

The world had lost its color.

Without Vi, prison felt suffocating in a way it never had before. The cell you once shared felt too empty, too cold. The ink on your skin—the tattoo she had given you—was a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

You barely ate. Barely slept. The other inmates noticed, but no one said anything. You weren’t the same.

At night, you lay on the thin mattress, tracing the lines of the tattoo with your fingers, pretending Vi’s hand was still there, steady and warm. You thought about the way she used to smirk at you, the way she’d pull you close and murmur promises of the future, a future that didn’t exist anymore.

Had she even thought about you when she left?

Did she regret it?

Or were you just another thing she left behind?

You didn’t know.

And that was the worst part.

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the way some of yall are so WEIRD about kit and her ex is… concerning. ive seen people go at her ex for coming out about stuff? god yall are fucking insane nowadays

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The Story of Tonight

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Theatre Kid!Reader

Word count: 1175

Summary: When you land the lead role of Eliza in Hamilton, you excitedly tell her girlfriend, Paige, expecting support. Instead, she dismisses it as “just a college play”.

Your hands trembled as you refreshed your email for the hundredth time that day. Rehearsing your audition piece had been nerve-wracking enough, but waiting for the results? That was pure agony.

When your phone finally dinged with a new message, your breath caught in your throat.

"Dear [Y/N], congratulations! You have been cast as Eliza Hamilton in our upcoming production of Hamilton!"

For a moment, you just stared at the words, hardly believing them. Then, excitement exploded in your chest, and a loud squeal escaped your lips. You got it. You actually got the lead role!

There was only one person you wanted to tell first.

You practically sprinted across campus, ignoring the odd looks from passing students as you made your way to the gym. The familiar sound of sneakers squeaking against hardwood and basketballs bouncing filled the air as you stepped inside.

Paige was on the court, casually sinking three-pointers while talking with Ice and Nika. You grinned, bouncing on your feet, waiting for her to notice you.

“Paige!” you called, barely able to contain your excitement.

She turned at the sound of your voice, a lazy smile forming. “Hey, babe.”

“I got the role!” you practically shouted, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m playing Eliza in Hamilton!”

Paige nodded, tossing the basketball back to Ice before looking at you again. “Oh, nice. That’s cool.”

You blinked, waiting for more.

That was it?

“Cool?” you echoed, your excitement faltering slightly.

“Yeah,” Paige shrugged. “I mean, I figured you’d get it. You’re always singing those songs anyway.”

Your heart sank. You had expected her to be excited, maybe even lift you up in celebration like she did after a big win. But instead, she just… dismissed it.

“I thought you’d be more excited,” you admitted, forcing a small laugh.

“I am happy for you,” Paige said, pecking your cheek before picking up the ball again. “But it’s just a college play, right? I don’t really get why it’s such a big deal.”

You froze.

Just a college play?

This wasn’t just some hobby you did for fun. Theatre was your passion. You had worked so hard for this moment, and Paige just brushed it off like it was nothing.

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, but you didn’t want to start a fight in front of her teammates.

“Right,” you muttered, forcing a small smile. “Just a play.”

Paige didn’t even notice the way your shoulders slumped as you turned and walked away.

For the next few weeks, you poured your heart into rehearsals. You learned the choreography, memorized every line, and perfected your vocals until your throat was sore. Every single day, you gave everything you had to this performance.

At first, you still tried to tell Paige about it.

You’d excitedly recount your progress, talk about the incredible energy of the cast, or hum a new harmony you’d learned. But Paige always responded with the same half-hearted nods, sometimes distracted by her phone, other times stretching out after practice.

Eventually, you stopped bringing it up.

Then, one evening, after another long rehearsal, you sat beside her on the couch, cautiously bringing up the upcoming performances.

“So… opening night is next Friday,” you started. “I was wondering if you could come?”

Paige barely looked up from her phone. “I don’t think I can. I’ve got practice.”

Your heart clenched. “Your practices are in the morning. The shows are at night.”

“Yeah, but I’ll probably be too tired,” she replied with a shrug. “I’ll try to catch them if I can.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding stiffly.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Paige didn’t even notice how hurt you were.

Closing night arrived quicker than you expected. You should have been excited—this was your moment, the culmination of weeks of hard work.

But there was a weight in your chest.

Paige had missed every performance so far. She hadn’t even asked how things were going. Part of you had held onto the slim hope that she’d surprise you, show up one night and tell you she was proud of you.

But deep down, you knew she wouldn’t.

What you didn’t know was that Jana, Azzi, and Caroline had been working behind the scenes.

They had managed to secure tickets for the entire UConn women’s basketball team, determined to show up and support you—even if Paige wouldn’t.

“You actually got everyone to come?” Ice asked as they filed into the theater.

Jana grinned. “Damn right I did.”

Everyone was buzzing with excitement—except Paige. She crossed her arms, looking unimpressed.

“I still don’t get why this is such a big deal,” Paige muttered.

Jana turned to her, exasperated. “Are you serious right now?”

Azzi shook her head. “Paige, she’s your girlfriend. This is important to her.”

“She’s always at your games, cheering you on,” Caroline added. “Why can’t you do the same for her?”

Paige opened her mouth to argue but stopped.

They were right.

She had been so wrapped up in her own world that she hadn’t considered how much this meant to you. But still, she didn’t really understand—at least, not until the lights dimmed and the curtain rose.

Then she saw you step onto the stage.

For the first time, she watched you in your element—completely at home under the spotlight.

And when you sang Burn, voice thick with raw emotion, Paige felt something tighten in her chest.

She had never seen you like this before.

She had never realized just how talented you were.

And worst of all, she had never realized how much she had hurt you by not being there.

After the show, you stepped into the lobby, still buzzing with adrenaline.

The last thing you expected was to see the entire UConn women’s basketball team standing there, grinning at you.

Your eyes widened. “What—?”

Jana smirked. “Surprise, superstar.”

Your heart swelled, a mix of shock and happiness flooding through you. But then your gaze landed on Paige, standing slightly behind the group, looking guilty.

Paige stepped forward hesitantly. “Hey.”

You swallowed. “Hey.”

“You were…” Paige hesitated, then exhaled. “Incredible.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

Paige ran a hand through her hair, her voice softer now. “I was an idiot. I should’ve been there from the beginning. I should’ve supported you the way you support me. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You bit your lip, the hurt still lingering.

“I just didn’t get it before,” Paige continued, her eyes pleading. “But watching you up there tonight… I get it now. This is a big deal. And you were amazing.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You really think so?”

Paige nodded. “Yeah. And I promise, from now on, I’ll be your biggest fan.”

You sighed, finally letting go of the resentment you had been holding onto. “You better be.”

Paige grinned, wrapping her arms around you. The team erupted into cheers, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Maybe Paige had been late to the party, but at least she had finally arrived.

And that was all that mattered.

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random but i dont think ive been so burnt out in my life LMFAO

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If ya’ll like Ethel cain I fuck with you heavy btw

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want to be pounded into every surface until my pussy is the shape of their strap tyvm

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do you think caitlyn loves head scratches while taking a bubble bath with her? i imagine she's all "let me do your shampoo" kinda girlie but then you grab the bottle instead, splash around behind her. because she's taller, you'd have to kneel up a bit in the large tub to massage the shampoo onto her scalp and she just melts.

I love her so much 😭

HELLO YES?? i absolutely adore seeing people wanting to take care of caitlyn😣 she deserves to relax while her gf/wife takes good care of her, especially after a long day ugh

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girl dinner, but it’s just strap to the back of the throat

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Are your… requests.. open… cough.. perchance…. I feel like that photo of that ant and he’s got like a sack on his back omd

THEY ARE THEY ARE !!! i will say tho… i have at least 50 requests at the moment😣

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“i know youre trying your best”

hey so im crying rn thank you