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dontrllycaretbh · 5 days ago

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Title: Mine to Know (pt.5.1)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: explicit sapphic content (18+), dom!Azzi, sub!Paige, stalking, obsession, dubious consent, psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, mutual degradation / humiliation kink, invasive monitoring, voyeurism, emotional coercion, explicit sexual language, sexual tension with power imbalance, mild violence/threats, boundary violations, toxic dynamics, masturbation, dark romance themes

Summary: Azzi finally cracks. She tries to stay in control but loses it, fucking Paige brutally. Then Paige turns the tables, pinning Azzi down and breaking her completely—making her beg, come, and admit she’s lost all control.

Notes: imma post pt2 when i feel like it, thanks yall <3 and pls do interact, i love yall’s comments!! <3

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They pushed through the restaurant hallway in silence.

Azzi’s pulse roared in her ears. Paige’s hand was warm in hers, fingers tight like she was afraid Azzi might let go if she didn’t squeeze hard enough.

Emily was still at the table, oblivious, laughing at something on her phone.

Paige hesitated for half a second when she saw her.

Azzi felt it. Felt her pause.

Her grip tightened so hard Paige winced.

“Don’t even think about it,” Azzi growled low in her ear.

Paige swallowed. Her jaw worked, but she didn’t pull away.

Azzi pulled her along, past the table, not sparing Emily a single glance.

Paige kept her head down, hair falling in her face. But Azzi felt the shudder that ran through her when Emily finally looked up, confusion flashing across her face.

Azzi didn’t care.

Paige didn’t look back.

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They burst out into the cold night air, Azzi’s fingers digging so hard into Paige’s arm it would bruise.

Paige only laughed.

“God, you’re in a mood.”

Azzi yanked her around, slamming her back against the car.

Paige hit with an oof and a delighted grin.

“Someone’s jealous.”

Azzi’s teeth were bared. “You think this is funny?”

Paige licked her lips slowly. Deliberately.

“I think it’s hot.”

Azzi grabbed her throat. Paige didn’t flinch. She purred.

“You wore that E just to fuck with me.”

Paige’s smile was predatory.

“Worked, didn’t it?”

Azzi squeezed harder. Paige’s eyes fluttered but didn’t shut.

“Careful,” Paige breathed. “You’ll make me come just from this.”

Azzi shoved her even harder. Paige let out a soft, broken sound and laughed breathlessly.

“God, you’re such a psycho.”

Paige’s voice was husky. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Azzi’s other hand was on her waist now, fingers digging in.

Paige pressed forward so their hips met.

“You want everyone in there to see you own me?” she whispered. “Why didn’t you just fuck me on the table?”

Azzi growled. “Shut your mouth.”

Paige smirked. “Make me.”

Azzi kissed her. Violent, biting. Paige kissed back with equal savagery.

When Azzi pulled back, breath ragged, Paige licked blood from her lip and winked.

“Mess me up. I fucking dare you.”

Azzi snapped. She spun Paige around, chest to the car, grinding her hips against Paige’s ass.

Paige moaned. Loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

“God, yes. Like that. Harder.”

Azzi snarled in her ear. “You’re so desperate for it you’d let me take you right here?”

Paige’s voice was wrecked with laughter.

“I’d love it. Make Emily see. Make the whole street see.”

Azzi’s hand slid between Paige’s thighs, tugging at the waistband of her pants.

Paige gasped and pushed back, shameless.

“Fuck, Azzi. Do it.”

Azzi yanked hard, the fabric tearing with a sharp rip, exposing the thin underwear beneath. Her fingers pressed against Paige through it, hungry and insistent.

Paige keened.

Azzi pulled her back by the hair so their mouths were next to each other.

“You’re mine,” Azzi hissed.

Paige’s eyes were molten.

“Say it like you mean it.”

Azzi bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.

Paige’s laugh was breathless.

“There it is.”

Azzi’s hand went to her mouth, fingers forcing her to hush.

“You’re going to get in the car now,” Azzi growled. “Or I’ll fuck you in the open.”

Paige’s eyes glinted.

“I’m good either way.”

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Azzi yanked the door open and shoved her inside.

Azzi’s hands strangled the wheel, knuckles white.

Paige was breathing hard, grinning wickedly, shifting in her seat, adjusting her ruined panties under ripped pants—still wet. She didn’t hide it.

Azzi’s jaw ticked.

“Stop.”

Paige just hummed. “Why? You like it.”

Azzi’s gaze flicked to her, sharp, hungry.

“Get up.”

“What?” Paige cocked an eyebrow.

“You heard me. Stand up.”

Paige snickered but obeyed, unfolding herself inside the cramped car. Her head brushed the roof. “Azzi, what the hell are you—”

Azzi didn’t answer. She just grabbed Paige’s hips and dragged her close. Her hands yanked Paige’s pants and panties down in one motion, baring her completely.

“Azzi—fuck,” Paige hissed, breath catching.

Azzi didn’t respond with words. Her hands gripped tighter, nails biting in, and then her tongue was flat against Paige’s cunt, licking a slow, deliberate stripe.

“God,” Paige gasped, fingers tangling in Azzi’s hair.

Azzi was infuriatingly slow, her tongue teasing, savoring, her grip iron on Paige’s hips to keep her from squirming away.

“Faster,” Paige ordered, her voice breaking.

Azzi’s eyes glinted as she obeyed, tongue moving faster, more purposefully, flicking and circling Paige’s clit with relentless precision.

Paige moaned shamelessly, her thighs trembling, the car filled with the slick, wet sounds of Azzi’s mouth on her.

“Fuck yes—Azzi—right there—”

Azzi groaned against her, the vibration making Paige cry out, hips bucking.

“Don’t stop,” Paige panted, “Please—don’t fucking stop—”

“Never,” Azzi growled between licks, her teeth scraping lightly against Paige’s swollen clit before sucking hard.

Paige’s body went rigid, a strangled moan ripping from her as her orgasm slammed into her. Her thighs clamped tight around Azzi’s head.

“God—Azzi—fuck—”

Azzi kept licking through it, refusing to let up until Paige was whimpering and jerking from overstimulation.

She finally pulled back just enough to look up at Paige, lips shiny, breathing hard.

“Taste yourself,” Azzi ordered, voice dark.

Paige didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Azzi’s chin, dragged her up, and kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth, tasting herself on Azzi’s tongue.

Azzi’s grip on her tightened, fingers digging in, the two of them gasping into each other’s mouths, sharing heat, aggression, and triumph in every breath.

“Holy fuck,” Paige whispered when they broke apart, eyes wide and hungry.

Azzi just smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before grabbing Paige’s ass and pulling her close again.

“Round two,” she rasped.

Paige leaned over, voice a husky whisper.

“Emily would die if she saw what you did to me.”

azzi smirked.

“I bet you’d like that,” she taunted. “Her crying while you make me scream your name.”

Azzi’s hand shot out, grabbing her thigh in a bruising grip.

Paige moaned, head falling back.

“Fucking slut,” Azzi spat.

Paige’s grin was savage.

“Your slut.”

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When they got to Azzi’s place, Paige didn’t hesitate. She was out of the car before Azzi even killed the engine, waiting with wild, eager eyes.

Azzi stalked over and Paige threw her arms around her neck, smashing their mouths together.

Azzi dragged her inside.

Paige laughed against her lips.

“Don’t even pretend you don’t love this,” Paige gasped. “You’re obsessed.”

Azzi slammed the door so hard it rattled in its frame, then pinned Paige with her full weight.

Paige grabbed Azzi’s wrist and guided it to her throat, eyes gleaming.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Show me.”

Azzi’s fingers locked around Paige’s neck, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. She smashed their mouths together, biting Paige’s lip until it split, then forced her mouth open. Their tongues slid together, wet and sloppy. Azzi pulled back just enough to spit deliberately onto Paige’s tongue before kissing her again, letting it smear messily between them.

Paige let out a muffled, filthy moan, eyes rolling back.

Azzi broke the kiss, breathing hard. Paige sucked in air with a laugh that dripped challenge.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that to get rid of Emily’s ghost,” she taunted.

Azzi’s expression darkened. She growled low in her throat.

She slammed Paige harder against the wall, one hand tightening around her throat while the other grabbed a handful of her ass, fingers digging in so hard Paige yelped. Azzi ground her hips against Paige’s, making sure Paige could feel how turned on she was, rolling her pelvis deliberately, roughly, dragging a broken gasp from Paige’s mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” Azzi hissed against her ear.

Paige whimpered and rocked back against her, breath hitching at the contact.

Azzi kept grinding for a moment, savoring the friction, the way Paige’s legs trembled. Then she suddenly yanked Paige away from the wall by her hair.

Paige barely had time to squeal before Azzi dragged her down the hall. She threw Paige onto the bed so hard she bounced, hair a mess, laughing even as she scrambled to sit up.

“Finally,” Paige breathed, licking her bruised lips, eyes shining with anticipation.

Azzi was already climbing onto the bed after her, eyes locked on her prey.

“You’re going to forget her.”

Paige’s grin was animal.

“Make me.”

Azzi’s hand was on her mouth.

Paige licked her palm.

Azzi growled.

“Confess.”

Paige arched.

“Confess what?”

��Every time you thought of me while you were with her.”

Paige’s laugh was breathless.

“All of them? We’ll be here all night.”

Azzi slapped her thigh, hard.

Paige yelped and moaned.

“Fuck. Again.”

Azzi’s voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

“God, you’re mine. No shame. No fucking shame at all.”

Paige’s grin softened into something dark and intimate.

“Yours,” she agreed. “Always was. Always will be.”

Azzi paused.

Paige’s eyes glittered.

“Now ruin me.”

Azzi did.

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Azzi did ruin her.

Hands everywhere. Teeth on her neck. Fingers tearing at her clothes.

Paige didn’t resist. She arched into every touch. Moaning encouragement.

“Harder,” she gasped.

Azzi slapped her face lightly.

Paige’s laugh was hoarse.

“You hit like a bitch,” she taunted.

Azzi’s eyes went black.

She grabbed Paige’s jaw, squeezing until Paige winced, and kissed her so brutally their teeth clacked.

Paige loved it.

She bit Azzi’s lip so hard it bled.

Azzi pulled back just enough to see the blood, then licked it from Paige’s mouth.

Paige moaned.

“God you’re sick,” Azzi panted.

Paige smirked. “You’re sicker.”

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Azzi pushed her onto her back and stripped her the rest of the way except her panties.

Paige didn’t cover herself. She sprawled out, shameless, spreading her legs.

Azzi’s gaze raked over her.

Paige’s grin was filthy.

“Like what you see?”

Azzi’s voice was a growl.

“I see hers.”

She grabbed Paige’s wrist and twisted it, forcing her to look at the stupid little E she’d inked on herself.

Paige actually laughed.

“Oh, that?”

Azzi’s rage was molten.

“You think this is funny?”

Paige’s eyes glittered.

“I put it there so you’d do this,” she whispered.

Azzi was breathing hard.

“You’re going to take it off.”

Paige’s voice dropped to a husky purr.

“Make me.”

Azzi shoved her off the bed.

Paige hit the floor with a laugh and a hiss of pain, rolling onto her back.

Azzi yanked open a drawer and threw antiseptic wipes at her.

“Get it off.”

Paige picked one up slowly. Teasing.

“What if I don’t want to?”

Azzi lunged.

Paige shrieked in laughter as Azzi pinned her, knee in her stomach, hand in her hair.

“Fucking do it,” Azzi snarled.

Paige’s smile was wild.

“God, you’re hot when you’re feral.”

Azzi twisted her hair harder.

“Wipe. It. Off.”

Paige’s breath was ragged. She slowly raised the wipe.

But she didn’t move it to her skin. She held it out to Azzi instead.

Azzi froze.

Paige’s voice was low.

“You do it.”

Azzi’s eyes went black.

She snatched the wipe.

Without breaking eye contact, she scrubbed at the E until Paige winced, skin going red.

Paige moaned.

“Harder.”

Azzi pressed harder.

Paige hissed.

But she didn’t look away.

When it was finally a smeared, raw mess, Azzi dropped the wipe.

Paige raised her arm, inspecting it.

“Gone?” she whispered.

Azzi’s voice was ragged.

“Gone.”

Paige met her eyes.

“Good.”

Azzi grabbed her chin.

“You’re not hers.”

Paige’s voice cracked with dark glee.

“Never fucking was.”

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Azzi’s voice was a ragged growl.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget she exists.”

Paige’s grin was feral.

“Promise?”

Azzi didn’t answer. She lunged.

She slammed Paige into the wall so hard the picture frames rattled. One hand locked around Paige’s throat, squeezing until Paige’s mouth fell open, gasping. Azzi leaned in, close enough to share breath, and spat straight onto Paige’s tongue.

“Swallow it.”

Paige obeyed instantly, moaning, her eyelids fluttering.

“Good fucking girl,” Azzi snarled, biting at Paige’s bottom lip and sucking it between her teeth before letting go with a wet pop.

Paige was panting, hips rolling shamelessly.

Azzi’s free hand groped roughly between Paige’s thighs, fingers pressing into the wet heat of her ruined panties. She rubbed her clit through the soaked fabric, deliberately slow.

“God,” Paige whined, “please—fuck—Azzi—”

“Listen to you. Begging like a bitch in heat,” Azzi taunted. She ripped the panties aside, shoving two fingers in without warning.

Paige’s back arched violently, a strangled scream ripping out of her.

“Yeah,” Azzi growled in her ear. “So fucking wet. You want everyone to know how much you need me?”

Paige whimpered, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

“Answer me.”

“Yes—fuck—Azzi please—just fuck me—”

Azzi twisted her fingers, scissoring them, stretching Paige until the squelch of her cunt was loud and wet. She grinned savagely at the sound.

“God, you’re dripping. Pathetic.” She pulled her fingers out just to slap Paige’s cunt hard enough to make her sob.

“Please,” Paige sobbed.

“Please what?”

“Please—Azzi—I’ll do anything—just fuck me—”

Azzi spat on her fingers and shoved them back in, pumping mercilessly.

“That’s it. Say you’re my dirty little whore.”

Paige’s voice cracked.

“I’m your dirty little whore—fuck—I’m yours—”

Azzi kissed her again, messy and wet, teeth clacking, tongues sliding. She pulled back to let spit string between their mouths.

“Good girl.”

Paige trembled as Azzi’s thumb found her clit, grinding it in tight, brutal circles.

Paige’s thighs shook. Cum slicked Azzi’s fingers, leaking onto her palm, soaking the floor.

“Fuck—you’re coming just from my fingers,” Azzi mocked. “Can’t even wait for my cock, huh?”

Paige was sobbing, nodding frantically, legs giving out.

Azzi caught her before she fell, slamming her back onto the bed. She crawled over Paige’s trembling body, pressing her thigh hard between her dripping folds, grinding until the wet squelch was obscene.

Paige moaned like an animal.

Azzi pressed her forehead to Paige’s, voice ruined.

“Mine.”

Paige’s laugh broke on a sobbing moan.

“Yes. Fuck. Yours. Always yours.”

Azzi didn’t hold back. She ground her thigh harder, soaking it with Paige’s cum, hand wrapped tight around Paige’s throat as she fucked her raw with her leg.

Paige’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back.

They didn’t speak in words anymore.

Just guttural, obscene noises.

It wasn’t love.

It was ownership.

It was degradation.

It was worship.

And Paige wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Paige was still trembling, face flushed, thighs slick and shaking when she pulled her fingers out slowly, watching them glisten. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, eyes locked on Azzi like she was prey.

Azzi collapsed forward, panting.

Paige didn’t let her rest.

She grabbed Azzi by the hips and pushed her on the bed, crawling up her body until she was straddling her chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Paige asked, voice low and dark.

Azzi blinked, dazed. “I—”

“Shut up.” Paige slapped her cheek lightly, not to hurt — just to mark her. “You don’t talk now. You listen. You take it.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige leaned down and dragged her tongue slowly over Azzi’s jaw, then down her throat, leaving spit behind. “You like being in control, huh? Thought you ran this?”

She reached down and slapped Azzi’s pussy, hard. Azzi gasped.

“Wrong. You’re mine now.”

Paige slid two fingers inside her, then three — no warning, no mercy. The wet noise was instant and obscene.

“Fuck—Paige—”

Another slap. “What did I just say?”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to stay quiet as Paige thrust harder, curling her fingers cruelly.

“That’s better,” Paige whispered. “You don’t get to call the shots anymore. I do. And I say you’re gonna come again, just like this. Dumb, wrecked, dripping.”

Azzi moaned, hips twitching, trying to push back onto Paige’s hand.

“Desperate little thing,” Paige purred. She spit in her hand and rubbed it over Azzi’s clit, slicking it messily, grinding it hard and fast.

Azzi arched violently, her hands clawing at the sheets.

“You gonna come for me?”

Azzi whimpered. Paige leaned down, lips against her ear.

“Say it. Tell me who owns this pussy.”

Azzi’s voice was broken: “You—fuck—you do—Paige—”

Paige’s smile turned vicious. “Good girl.” She fucked her harder, faster, pushing Azzi toward the edge.

“Come for me, baby.”

Azzi screamed as the orgasm hit her, legs shaking, body arching. Paige didn’t stop, driving her through it, past it, into oversensitive madness.

“That’s it. Break for me.”

Azzi sobbed, twitching beneath her, totally undone.

Paige smirked, still straddling her chest, sweat dripping off her body.

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Azzi was on her knees on the bed, hair a mess, panting as Paige fucked her with her fingers from behind.

“God—you’re dripping,” Paige rasped, leaning in to bite Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi moaned, pushing back onto Paige’s fingers. “Faster—please—”

Paige gave a sharp slap to Azzi’s ass, making her yelp. “Say it nicely.”

“Please!” Azzi whined, voice cracking.

Paige twisted her fingers just right, and Azzi let out a strangled cry:

“Fuck—daddy—”

Silence.

Paige froze for half a second. Then she let out a low, predatory laugh.

“Oh? What was that?”

Azzi buried her face in the pillow. “Shut up—I didn’t mean—”

Paige pulled her hair, yanking her head back. “You called me daddy. Own it.”

Azzi squirmed, blushing hard. “N-no—”

Paige slapped her ass again. Harder. Azzi whimpered.

“Say it.”

“Daddy—” Azzi moaned, breath catching.

“Good girl.” Paige leaned in, licking the sweat off her neck. “You want daddy to fuck you harder?”

“Yes—fuck—please!”

Paige rammed her fingers deeper, scissoring them cruelly. Azzi screamed.

“Louder.”

“Daddy!” Azzi sobbed.

Paige’s voice dropped to a dark whisper. “Since I’m daddy, what are you?”

Azzi blinked, tears pricking her eyes. “What—”

Paige pinched her clit viciously. Azzi jolted, wailing.

“Say it.”

Azzi’s voice broke. “I’m—ah—mommy—”

Paige shuddered, grinding her own soaked pussy against Azzi’s ass.

“Fuck yes. Good little mommy. Daddy’s gonna ruin you.”

Azzi keened as Paige fucked her harder, their bodies slamming together, filthy words filling the room.

“Say it again.”

“Mommy—ah—mommy wants daddy—wants daddy’s fingers—”

Paige bit her neck and growled, “Mommy’s gonna come for daddy?”

Azzi screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, legs shaking.

“Say it while you come.”

“Mommy—ah—mommy’s coming for daddy—fuck—”

Paige groaned and buried her fingers to the hilt, riding out Azzi’s spasms, both of them a sweaty, panting mess, the words echoing

They collapsed together, breathing hard.

Azzi’s face buried in Paige’s hair.

Paige’s fingers idly traced the lines of Azzi’s ribs.

Silence.

Then Paige’s voice, soft but wicked.

“So. Still think I’m going back to Emily?”

Azzi didn’t even lift her head.

Her answer was a growl.

“I’ll fucking kill her first.”

Paige’s grin was feral.

“Good girl.”

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Azzi lay half on top of her, breathing ragged into her neck.

Paige was grinning like the devil.

“Look at you,” she whispered.

Azzi didn’t move.

Paige’s fingers curled into Azzi’s hair, tugging lightly.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

Azzi’s answer was a growl.

Paige’s smile widened. She spread her legs a little more, letting Azzi settle even heavier against her.

“Say it.”

Azzi bit her shoulder, hard enough to make her jolt.

Paige’s laugh turned breathy.

“Fuck—Azzi—”

Azzi licked the bite.

“You want a confession? Fine.”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were black, pupils blown.

“I know everywhere you go,” she said, voice low and harsh.

Paige blinked.

Azzi didn’t stop.

“I’ve followed you home. Watched you at the gym. Sat in my car outside Emily’s place to see if you stayed the night.”

Paige shivered.

Azzi’s grip tightened on her wrist until her knuckles went white.

“You think you’re in control of this? I know every fucking thing you do.”

Paige let out a breathy laugh.

“Oh my god. You really are just like me.”

Azzi didn’t deny it.

Paige’s eyes gleamed.

“I love it.”

Azzi’s expression twitched.

Paige bit her lip, eyes fluttering.

“God, that’s so fucking hot.”

Azzi made a guttural noise and kissed her hard, messy, bruising.

Paige moaned, wrapping her legs around Azzi’s waist.

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They broke apart gasping.

Paige’s voice was raw.

“Tell me more.”

Azzi’s jaw clenched.

Paige’s grin was feral.

“Tell me how you stalked me.”

Azzi’s eyes burned.

“I watched you go into her building and didn’t leave until the lights went out. I wanted to break the door down.”

Paige’s breath hitched.

“I know where she lives. Where she works. When she sees you. What she orders for fucking lunch.”

Paige shivered.

“Jesus.”

Azzi’s voice dropped to a snarl.

“And you like it.”

Paige didn’t even blink.

“I fucking love it.”

Azzi kissed her again, even rougher.

Paige whimpered into it, nails dragging bloody lines down Azzi’s back.

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When they finally paused, both of them panting, Azzi reached for Paige’s wrist again.

The skin was red and raw where the “E” had been wiped away.

Azzi traced it, thumb firm.

Paige hissed at the sting.

“Don’t flinch,” Azzi ordered.

Paige bared her teeth in a grin.

“Do it harder then.”

Azzi dug her nail in until Paige whimpered.

Azzi’s voice dropped, vicious and satisfied.

“Good. That’s mine now.”

Paige licked her lips.

“Gonna carve your name there next?”

Azzi’s eyes glittered.

“I fucking might.”

Paige shuddered.

“Please.”

Azzi smiled slow and cruel.

“Knew you’d beg.”

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Paige shifted under her, deliberately grinding her hips.

Azzi’s breath stuttered.

“You think Emily could ever fuck you like this?” Azzi growled.

Paige snorted.

“Emily doesn’t even know how to touch me.”

Azzi’s fingers slipped between them, finding Paige wet and throbbing.

Paige gasped, biting back a scream.

Azzi’s voice was poison-sweet.

“Say you’re my mine”

Paige’s laugh was broken.

“You want me to say it?”

Azzi’s thumb circled her clit, unrelenting.

Paige’s voice cracked.

“Fuck—Azzi—”

Azzi pressed harder.

“Say it.”

Paige moaned.

“I’m yours.”

Azzi smirked.

“Louder.”

Paige’s eyes fluttered.

“Ive been fucking yours”

Azzi kissed her hard, swallowing her cry as Paige came, shaking, under her.

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When Paige went limp, chest heaving, Azzi didn’t move away.

She hovered over her, breathing her in.

Paige eventually cracked one eye open.

“You done yet?”

Azzi’s voice was dark.

“Not even close.”

Paige’s laugh was weak but delighted.

“God, you’re perfect.”

Azzi’s lips curled.

“So are you.”

Paige snorted.

“I’m a mess.”

Azzi kissed her again, slower this time.

“My mess.”

Paige moaned into it.

“Yeah. Yours.”

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#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconn wbb #paige bueckers uconn #uconn huskies #paige x azzi #pazzi smut #azzi fudd smut #paige bueckers smut

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allimili · 3 months ago

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k imma be real as shit here... THE AMOUNT OF TIMES IVE STALKED THIS ACCOUNT IS SCARY. I've probably seen a good 99% of all your posts.... IM SORRY ITS JUST TOO PEAK .... I HAD TO CONSUME IT ...

one day imma make fanart for you mark my words. MARK. MY. W O R D S. you cannot escape me.

but yeah! was wondering... Since we got yearning shadow milk... Would it be ok to ask for a yearning black sapphire... (preferably with a male reader if thats not off table.. But Idm if its gender neutral instead!) (pls your honor there is so little content about him im ripping my hair out and clawing at the bars of my enclosure ready to commit nefarious deeds once I breach confinement)

if not, thats fine!! I just rlly rlly love this goofy alastor x william afton love child wanna be....

anon calm down..?

#alli answers #crk x reader #crk x you #black sapphire cookie x reader

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celestie0 · 2 months ago

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a little update

hi darlings! hope you’re all doing well and staying hydrated. just wanted to check in w you guys since ik i havent posted any new content in a few weeks! i was a bit busy but i’m officially on summer break now yippeeeeeeee!!

my fics are still works in progress lol. i’m about 40% done with ihm ch9 (and it’s already 11k words rip) and imma continue working on it, it’ll probably be what i end up updating next

because i’m on break now i’ve got waaaaaayyyyyy more time on my hands for at least a month until i go back to doing some research stuff before classes start again SOOOOOO i’m extremely determined to finish kickoff once n for all in the time i have rn! im going to try to finish writing it all and then release them periodically throughout the summer. should be about 6 chapters left :) i might end up finishing ch10 of ihm as well since it’s already 80% prewritten and then put it on a tiny break as i finish up kickoff (i’m thinkin of splitting ihm up into seasons since its such a huge fic and ch10 is a great place to put it on a little break). but yea thanks to all my kickoff readers who have waited so patiently, i too desperately would like to see the series through to its end and i finally have some time to accomplish that :)

the only other project i’m working on rn is around the clock, i do have a pt2 thats roughly 70% done but i’ll have to see when i can finish it!! motivation for atc and if the world was ending hits me at random times so it’s kinda hard for me to stipulate any update schedule

but yea just wanted to share some updates since i feel like i havent in a while! as always ty to all my readers who continue to interact w me n stay invested in my stories despite my slow updates :”) i’ve just been patiently waiting for summer to roll around so i can pump out some more content a bit faster and its finally here so i hope i can get a decent amount of chapters written/posted

much love!! as always i’ll make a post about when ch9 of ihm will be out once i’m done with it :) and same for any other upcoming updates

take care <3

#ellie updates

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strrykais · 9 months ago

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angel with a shotgun

idol : kim seungmin // stray kids song : angel with a shotgun - the cab warnings : none word count : 740

nervous did even cover the exact feelings you were feeling at this exact moment, dispatch got a hold of you and seungmin on a night out when you both were out together. seungmin wasn’t as upset as you were when the post went out, though both your fandoms supported each other, there were some where they weren't so happy someone like you was with seungmin.

they called you names, criticized your talent, and even went for your looks. it was a horrible week for you, seungmin tried reaching out to you, even stopping by your dorm, only for one of your members to tell him you didn't want to speak. you felt bad distancing yourself from him, but you thought this was the best course of action.

fans can’t drag him down if you two aren't connected, so when the company a week later called you both in, to discuss what is best for both your images. you already knew that you were gonna get the short end of the stick, you and your group were only a few years in, with seungmin and stray kids dominating the charts.

you sat picking at your nails avoiding eye contact with seungmin on the other side of you, you couldn’t face him, you never meant to get so swept up in this relationship with him. you wanted to keep it on the downlow for the sake of his career, but he wanted to shout it from every corner of the earth.

“can you please talk to me baby.” seungmin says reaching out to stop you from picking at the ripped skin around your nails.

“they are gonna put me on hiatus, but what about you, your tour is coming up and your comeback. oh my god, imma feel sick, stay are gonna hate me more than they probably do. seungmin, i'm so sorry.” you rambled tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

seungmin sighs, reaching out to cup your face wiping the tears from your eyes. “you don’t need to be sorry baby, it takes two to tango. this is just as much my mess as it is yours. we can work through this but you have to want this. do you want me? us?”

you nod as the door swings open, seungmin pulls his hands away from your face placing them into your hand giving you a squeeze. both your team management and a few other higher ups that you don't know the names of come in speaking over each other.

“well it seems you two are actually the ones in the photos, and are together.” one of them say.

“it would have been nice to know, so we could get ahead of a story like this.”

“we have two options, we can put out a statement stating that it is just two friends hanging out or we can confirm that you both are together.”

you turn to see seungmin deep in thought, then you glance to look at your manager.

"i think you should deny the claims of you dating, you are barely hitting the charts and dating isn't something that is gonna help. you know how it is out there.” your manager speaks out, her face held sympathy for the both of you. you knew she was right, but it hurt to realize that you could probably never date someone who could make you happy out in the open.

“and if we want to confirm it.” seungmin says, squeezing your hand, staring out at them.

“i - uhh seungmin are you sure?” his manager stutters over the fact.

“yes, what happens after we confirm it.”

“well we will do everything in our power to protect you online, threats and what not.” his management states.

“what about her and her group?” seungmin says nodding to you as you sit quietly watching him.

“you are our main priority, your fanbase is much bigger than hers, you need extra protection.”

“no give it to yn, yes my fanbase is bigger but they wont attack me, you will do everything in your power to protect her online, as i will do everything in my power to protect her here.”

“okay we hear you we will draft up a response, but you know this is gonna be a very bumpy road you both are traveling down.”

“yes and i will do everything to make sure we come out unbreakable.” seungmin says, smiling down at you.

1k extravaganza

ⓒstrrykais

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whimsyfinny · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 1566

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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Please Read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 2

The journey to the bunker was pretty uneventful, with Sam and Charlie chatting amongst themselves in the front of the car whilst both myself and Dean sat miserably next to each other in the back like a couple of criminals who’d been arrested. The chains on my handcuffs jangled as I rubbed my sore knuckles; the skin raw, bruised and red from either my own blood or - most likely - Deans. As I did, I could feel a red hot glare burning into the side of my face from the older Winchester, as though he was in disbelief that I even had the audacity to feel any pain or discomfort right now as dark red scabs formed on his nose and cheek. We pulled up next to the bunker, and I didn’t get much chance to look at the surrounding scenery as the moment we were parked, the golden retriever duo up front hopped out, slammed their doors shut and threw ours open, Sam gently yet firmly grasping my elbow and pulling me to my feet whilst Charlie did the same for Dean. We were marched into the building and we soon arrived in what I assumed to be the kitchen. Sam pushed gently on my shoulder, urging me to take a seat at the table to which I obliged with Dean following suit and taking a seat opposite me. We stared each other down from across the table for a few moments, the atmosphere growing thicker by the second as his brilliant green eyes pierced mine.

“Enough the pair of you!” Charlie exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Look, I’ve got some things to say before we release you both back into the wild. It won’t take long,” she sighed and rubbed her temples. “I wanted to introduce you guys to (Y/n) because I thought you would get along! With your shared interest in hunting, bootcut jeans, rock music and most importantly - pie.”

Dean and I shot each other a quick glance before looking away again. Charlie continued.

“You’ve had one disagreement, and even though I was impressed by the performance it definitely didn’t warrant the carnage. You’re both adults, so act like it and stop bickering like children. You’re going to be living and working together now so you’re both just going to have to suck it up and move on.”

Sam stepped forward; “I agree with Charlie. (Y/n) you have no idea how much of a help you being here is going to be. We’ve been going around in circles for months and we really need a fresh pair of eyes. Plus you get free food and board, if that helps,” he grinned slightly trying to lighten the mood. I humoured him and softened my eyes, raising my eyebrows in acknowledgment to the pros of staying here.

“Right,” he clapped his hands together, “we’re going to remove the tape and you’re both going to be civilised. You promise?”

I gave Dean one final long, hard stare before nodding.

”Good,” Sams soft cool fingers grazed my cheek as he pulled up the corner of the tape, gently peeling it back until it was removed and I could finally take a deep breath. Meanwhile, Charlie approached Dean and in one swift movement ripped the tape from his mouth in under a second.

“FUCK!” He cried out as he tenderly touched his now extra sore swollen lips. I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Right, I’m going to go and get (Y/n)s belongings from the motel room she’s staying in and check her out then I’ll be right back with all her stuff. I’ll see you guys later!” And before I could even protest for her to take me with her, she’d turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the bunker, leaving Sam to undo our cuffs and set us free.

“That bitch,” I sighed, huffing a strand of hair out of my face. Sam knelt before me, that kind look in his eye ever twinkling.

“(Y/n) I promise you that you're safe here. It’s warded to the teeth and full of everything we need to survive. We’ve got you,” he patted my knee before taking my hands in his, using a small key to finally undo the cuffs right before they clattered to the floor. I leant down to pick them up, and by the time I’d sat back up to place them on the kitchen table, he was already beside Dean doing the same for him. His own cuffs removed and rubbing his wrists, he stood, looking from me to Sam a few times before speaking.

“Well I’ve already suffered enough today so I’m going to spend time coming up with a better excuse as to why I look like this,” he gestured to his beaten face and turned to leave, mumbling a quick ‘see ya later’ to Sam before leaving the kitchen. Sam stood awkwardly for a second, before declaring that he was going to get some lunch for everyone and also scurried away, leaving me completely alone in alien territory. I was still sat at the table as I began to look around.

This place was a dump.

How did these grown ass men live in conditions like this? The dirty dishes were piled so high that it was a surprise they hadn’t toppled over yet. Empty beer bottles cluttered the table and countertops, the bin was overflowing with bulging bin bags dumped right next to it without being taken outside and the smell was starting to make me feel a little nauseous. How does Sam expect us all to eat and live together in conditions like this? It was like living with a couple of wild animals. After a few silent moments to myself I released a breath I’d been holding whilst I pondered. I ran my hands through my hair and laughed at myself in disbelief. I’m gonna have to clean the fucking kitchen. Without giving it a second thought and running the risk that I’d change my mind, I scooped my hair into a high ponytail using the bobble on my wrist and pushed up my sleeves, finding a pair of rubber gloves under the sink. Let’s clean this bitch.

In the space of about an hour and a half (a gruelling hour and a half), I’d washed and dried the dishes, putting them away in their respective places, taken out all the trash and lined the bin with a fresh bag, scrubbed and disinfected every surface and had even mopped the floors. The smell of rotting trash was dissipating and the urge to claw off my own skin had gone. I’d propped the mop against the wall and stepped back to admire my hard labour when I heard a door open and close, the entering footsteps heading my way. Sam emerged into the kitchen, a stunned look on his face as he walked to the table slowly, placing about 6 bags of ‘groceries’ on its surface. His mouth opened and closed a few times like he was searching for the right things to say.

“You’re welcome,” I cut in, hoping to help him find his words.

“Yeah, thank you! I’m sorry, I didn't know what to say - you really didn’t have to do this. It’s embarrassing that you were even put in a situation where you felt you had to,” he grimaced a little, only now realising what a horror show it was that they were living in. “But seriously thank you, I really appreciate it,” he smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. Sam was sweet and easy to like - unlike his Neanderthal brother. I felt like I could trust him.

I peeled my gloves off, threw them in the bin and approached the kitchen table where Sam was pulling out a case of beer.

“Here, you deserve one of these,” he said, handing me one. The bottle was nice and cool on my hot fingertips, my warm skin instantly relishing the coldness.

“Thank you,” I smiled before popping the cap and taking a long, well deserved drink. I savoured the moment, genuinely appreciating Sam’s gesture. Although all nice moments comes to an end, and soon Dean was striding into the room bold as brass, seating himself at the table and helping himself to a beer without so much as a hello. It wasn’t until he’d drained half the bottle in one gulp that he realised the kitchen was clean. He grinned and looked at his brother.

“Hey, nice job Sammy! It looks great in here, I owe you one,” he raised his bottle as if making a small toast whilst Sam’s eyes flicked to mine.

“Uh, Dean… this wasn’t me. You need to thank (Y/n) for that,” Deans grin faulted slightly as he looked between the two of us before it returned. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows in suspicion. His forest green eyes pierced into mine as he almost purred his next sentence.

“Well, Sammy, it looks like we’ve bagged ourselves a maid. Does she cook too?”

I slammed my bottle on the table, much like I did earlier. Only Sam flinched.

“I’m not your fucking maid,” I snarled, resenting that shit-eating grin on the older Winchesters lips. He chuckled, the sound coming deep from within his chest as he rose to his feet.

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

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Chapter 3

#dean x female!reader #dean winchester x you smut #dean winchester x reader smut #dean x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x female!reader #enemies to lovers #Dean Winchester enemies to lovers #eventual smut #slow burn

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whorediaries-09 · 1 year ago

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girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders era #sirius black thoughts #sirius black x oc #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanart #sirius being sirius #sirius black fluff #sirius black angst #fanfiction #james & peter & remus & sirius

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sharp-silver4795 · 4 months ago

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What toxic behavior did Liu take from his home? If Peter abused him, he must have taken an example from it in some way.

How does Liu react when something triggers him (something related to physical violence, e.g. raising his hand suddenly)?

Souvenirs

Ok, so- I’ve left little hints and bits and pieces of this here and there throughout my Liu posts but basically he took: whenever you get angry, go straight to violence!!

There’s two questions in here so imma split it, yk?

I’m going to do is go into detail about the abuse/Trauma. Look for the warning!!

A Bomb for Mass Homicide

He will wait as long as he can without being violent.

He’ll take as many hits and punches as he can without snapping

However, to keep his reputation, they won’t take it out on the person that pissed them off, no. They’ll take it out on the closest city.

It takes a long time to get him at that point. BUT, for small things?

It has to do with what you say rather than what you do.

Them’s Fighting Words

When someone calls him pretty, cute, good-boy, or “big guy” (especially that last one), he sees red. His first instinct is to beat them to a pulp. He’ll grab the closest thing to them and go at them until he’s ripped off of the poor soul.

He actually did this to Wilson- who was trying to compliment their build- and it took Jason, EJ, Jane, and Clockwork to get him off and LJ had to help to hold him down.

This is also true for when someone asks him if they will help with the laundry (See context) It was an easy way to get your ass kicked by a man likely twice your size to the point that he rips his own jacket trying to keep you from getting away.

Poor Tim, man, he just needed help carrying something-

After a while, the members of the Mansion learned to watch their words around Liu. It could be something so small that sets him off.

If he makes any sort of correlation between what you said and what he went through, you better pray that there’s enough people around to save you.

Try it, I dare you.

You can try to hit Liu. You really can. It won’t end well, though. He doesn’t give a shit about mansion rules, he’ll hurt anyone he sees fit to take it.

He knows how to fight. He had to learn very young and very quickly.

It took a new meaning to “get tough or die”

He protects his gut and pelvis because he knows those are his most vulnerable areas. He’ll never turn his back to you and they don’t often use their hands or arms when fighting.

They’d rather use their body weight as an advantage. Since he’s so tall, he knows he’s heavy. So heavy, in fact, that a well-timed boot to the head could break someone’s temporal bone.

He jumps up and lands on the side of the head with their heel. It’s all of their weight put onto the area of a US half dollar coin.

⚠️DETAILED SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD!!! ⚠️

Peter didn’t like Liu. In his eyes, Liu got in the way of him and his wife being the perfect family with Jeff. Anytime he was mad at… anything! He would beat the shit outta Liu for it. Even if they had nothing to do with it.

Peter always got away with it, too. He called for Liu to come down to the basement and ‘help with the laundry’- which he had learned at that point that he was gonna get a beating either from Peter or the dryer

He has internal homophobia for fuckin YEARS!! They could not live with themselves thinking they were gay. She even had sex with Jack on multiple occasions and STILL thought he was a heterosexual cisgender man.

Peter caught Liu doing a normal teenager thing (masturbating) and, in response, told Liu to keep their door open- or he’d rip it off its hinges. He then interrogated the 15 year old about what or who he was thinking about and if he needs to get him a chastity belt. Liu didn’t know what that was but it didn’t sound good. Peter kept asking if it was “that girl” (Jane) or if he was “some fucking f*g?!”

From that point on, before he got locked in the closet, Peter would tell him to take off his clothes. Peter would beat Liu while he was naked. This man knew Liu was a lot bigger than him and, if he breaks the kid’s confidence, he won’t fight back.

He still tossed Liu in the dryer, he still beat him until them couldn’t move, he still starved them, he still made them do disgusting things that they had to force out of their memory…

It just got a whole hell of a lot worse, no matter what he did or didn’t do.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta headcanon #crp headcanon #homicidal liu #liu woods creepypasta #homicidal liu creepypasta #creepypasta liu #liu creepypasta #homicidal liu headcanons #liu woods #cw abuse #cw child abuse

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woundedsoul12 · 2 months ago

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Thursday Bangers on a Wednesday baby

@brennacedria thank you so much for keeping this going while I was unwell!

Rules: Free from a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

Last week was from Superman by Five For Fighting

I may be disturbed but won’t you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

So since this week is Dread Rook week (a pair I don't really write for but imma do it for the homies and my girl Spirit_finn) have some Dreadrook. I literally came up with this Rook and wrote this in the last 30 minutes so enjoy

Also lest yall forget I am an angsty bitch

Rook smashed her hands against the glass again and again. Screams reverberated off the walls and rang back into her very soul. Until flesh was as numb as the ache in her chest. The hole where her heart once was.

Knees finally gave out as she crumpled to the ground. Tears and sobs and shaking shoulders until all the fight had left her. Until she was cold and shaking and curled onto the floor. Wishing she was dead and cursing being alive.

But Fen'Harel was crueler than Elgar’nan ever thought of being. He couldn't kill her. No, he wouldn't spare her that kindness. Instead he ripped her heart out and left her in that prison. And now, all she could cling to was her shame. The blood that stained her hands. The deaths of her friends.

While she was off in dreams playing house with the Dread Wolf, he was picking her apart slowly. Plotting her undoing from the inside.

A mistake she would never make again.

She was unsure when the door clicked open. When Bellara came to kneel beside her. When gentle fingers reached up to brush the hair from her face. Hesitating for a moment before some resolution was made. Before her best friend drew her close and tried to offer her some small comfort.

“Rook, there's nothing I can say. I know that,” she murmured as she held onto her friend. Rook sagging into Bellara as the weariness washed over her in a single pounding wave. Zapping all her strength until the only thing holding her up was her friend's sure embrace. “But know I am here for you, and this isn't your fault.”

Rook knew she was wrong, but knew there was no point in arguing. Instead remaining silent. Unsure if her voice would even work. Too raw from the eternity spent screaming in grief.

She had been absurd. Naive. Thought herself the hero. Had so many dreams.

And her team had been the ones to suffer for it.

A debt she would spend the rest of her life paying.

#dragon age the veilguard #dragon age #da: the veilguard #da4 #dragon age rook #datv rook #rook #dreadrook #solrook #solas x rook #rook x solas #fen'harel #solas #thursday bangers

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 3 months ago

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ok so getting this post out now before what i imagine will be the chaos of final show chat later on, but i just wanna say on behalf of everyone that hasn't been able to see stage/fright a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has shared their amazing testimonials about the show!!

imma be so real w/ u lads, was feeling rly genuinely bereft when my dreams of the tour coming somewhere vaguely near me were dashed, but reading everyone's thoughts on the show, seeing y'alls stage door vids, all the little details that you didn't notice on previous watches, all things like that have made me just so immensely happy (& i'm sure other fans unable to see the show agree, especially overseas ones!) so maybe my eyes haven't been able to watch the show but my heart sure as hell has lol ('hearts can't see' look guys i'm trying to be sentimental here get off my back geesssh!)

not gonna tag everyone because there's a LOT of people who have written amazing posts that i've had an absolute blast reading (& i would feel rly sad if i missed anyone wahhh) BUT will say an extra special thanks to @wintersoulwitch for all ur incredible archival work of the show (i've been checking the list of all guests throughout with complete joy!! + loveddd all the cast and behind the scenes vids you've shared <3)

anyway i think it's about time that r&s rename the show to stage/DELIGHT because that's the overwhelming feeling i've had throughout this whole first run & can't wait to hear everyone's tales from the tour (if tumblr is still here then rip...) <3

ok sappiness over lol carry on

#stage/fright #inside no 9 #inside no 9 stage/fright #no spoilers here btw! just me being a silly sentimental ol' bean lol...#btw i could have gushed a lot more here but i'm restraining myself lol #after all i have my reputation of being very Mysterious and Cool to uphold (lying)

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pbforeva · 1 year ago

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imma try to post a story on here but like this will be part 1

fandom: wbb (uconn)

synopsis: **TW: DV**

When Paige Bueckers and Evelyn Park meet during their second year at Uconn, they are both intrigued by the complexity of each other's characters and slowly become friends. Paige eventually realizes she has developed feelings for Evelyn; however, Evelyn is in a committed relationship with her boyfriend, Blake. Will Paige be able to articulate her feelings to Evelyn, and will Evelyn reciprocate those feelings despite her boyfriend? *Paige doesn't get injured in this story*

ok actual story now

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Evelyn's pov:

I hate waking up, especially before school. The blaring alarm seeps into my ear while I muster enough strength to turn it off and get out of bed. It is too early for this, I think as I stare at the digital numbers that stare back reading, 8:03 a.m. I groan as I stumble into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, which wakes me up a little more. After brushing out my hair, I go back to my room to get dressed for the day, and I grab a pair of ripped mom jeans from my closet and a pink crop top to pair with it.

As I'm walking to campus, thinking about the date I have planned with my boyfriend, Blake, and I trip over the curb in front of me. Omg, this cannot be happening, I think as I await the inevitable impact of the hard concert below me; however, instead of feeling the hard ground, I feel two hands grab me around my waist.

As I collect myself, I begin to turn around to face the mysterious stranger who saved me from getting up in front of all my peers, except now I have to face the embarrassment of facing this faceless stranger. When I turn around, I'm greeted by a tall blonde in front of me. I looked up to meet her deep blue eyes, and my cheeks flushed as I saw the smirk and the worried look on the two friends who surrounded her.

Her voice soon invades my ears, and she says, "Hey, are you good? I'm Paige, by the way," her words embed themselves in my brain as I try to think of a plausible excuse. "Oh yeah, thanks, by the way, I guess I just got lost in thought, oh, and I'm Evelyn," the words wobble out of my mouth with a hint of embarrassment present. Her smirk grows after noticing the pink on my cheeks and the humiliation in my words.

"Well, Evelyn, this is Aubrey," she says, pointing to the tall girl on her left, "and this is Azzi," pointing to the stunning girl on her right. Gosh, why are they all so pretty? I think to myself. And tall, I wonder. "Well, it was nice to meet you guys, and thank you again," I say, turning back to Paige, "But I have to go to class now, sorry!" I finish before I pivot and stride away toward my Advanced Psychology class that I am now late for.

As I'm walking away, I catch Aubrey, I think, saying, "Well, she was nice, Paige." "Yeah, and the...," I hear the start of Paige's response before I'm out of earshot. I mulled over her words for the entire walk to my class; however, I was still curious about the blonde's words during my class. What was she saying? A plethora of options swirled in my mind, drowning out my professor's voice. Annoying? Weird? Clumsy? Ugh, I am never going to stop thinking about this.

Paige's pov:

"Well, she was nice, Paige," I hear Aubrey say as my eyes are still fixed on Evelyn's curly hair getting farther from us. "Yeah, and she was cute too. I mean, did you see how flustered she was?" I laughed, tearing my gaze away from her figure and focusing on Aubrey. I wondered if I would ever bump into the beautiful brunette again before Azzi interjected, "Yeah, but did something seem off about her to you guys? Cause it did to me." Aubrey and I shrug, and we continue walking to the basketball facility.

We arrive at 9:05 a.m., and as we walk into the locker room, KK suddenly shrieks, "Why are you guys late?" I begin to speak, but Aubrey interrupts me by saying, "We were on time, but then Paige performed the heroic act of saving a girl from falling, and we had to stay for a moment because Paige was staring at her after." she dramatically giggles out, while a blush rises to my face as I try to defend myself, only making my predicament worse. I hear a course of laughter coming from the rest of the girls in the locker room, and I give up and head to my locker, chuckling a little, recalling the look on her face.

The team and I walk out onto the court and start our warm-up. I run down the court, and I can't stop myself from wondering if I am ever going to see Evelyn again, I try to shake the thought and focus on basketball, but her face won't leave my mind. Suddenly, I am ripped away from my thoughts by the voice of my coach, "Bueckers, get over here!" he shouts from across the court. Oops, I guess my dissociation was a little too noticeable, I think as I jog over to him.

"Bueckers, I don't know what you are thinking about, but it is clearly not basketball. Go take five to get some water, and when you come back, I expect you to have your head in the game," he assertively says to me. I need to get her out of my head. I go over to the bench and try to think of anything else while I drink my water. I take a deep breath and head back onto the court with Evelyn tucked neatly into the back of my mind as I focus on the drills we are doing.

Soon, 11 a.m. rolls around, and practice finishes without any other issues. After chatting with a few teammates, I start the trek back to the dorms so I can shower. During the walk, I see the shiny brown curls of no one other than Evelyn in front of me. I walk faster so I can catch up to her, and soon, we are walking side by side. I look down and say, "Oh hey, Evelyn." She looks up at me, startled before her features soften in recognition, and she then replies, "Oh hey, Paige."

I watch as her eyes flicker down my practice jersey before asking me, "Oh, are you on the basketball team?"

"Oh yeah, I am," I reply, wondering if she didn't know who I was. "Is that why you and your friends are all so tall?" she asks, "Oh my gosh, no I'm sorry that was rude," she rambles out before I interrupt her, "Oh, you're good," I laugh out before adding "But yeah I guess," still laughing. I glance over and notice her pink cheeks before I realize I'm at the dorms. "Well, hey, it was nice talking to you, but I gotta go now," I say, looking into her eyes, noticing a glint of disappointment before it quickly disappears, and she replies with, "Oh ok, I suppose I should go too, my boyfriend is waiting for me." She then turns and walks away as I turn to walk into the dorms with a tinge of regret for not talking longer.

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #slow burn #oc #wlw post #new story #first post #aubrey griffin #kk arnold #azzi fudd #paige x fem oc

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sur-i-ki · 8 months ago

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ok this one doesn't get a chapter title. I've spent a lot of time writing and re-writing this because of how much of it is from what I've experienced. but. it needs to happen. so imma js post it tbh.

14/20

You try not to go into his room. It’s still his room, though he’s been gone long enough for the world to expect you to call it something else. A storage space. A guest room. Anything but what it is—a shrine.

The mere thought of it used to paralyze you—the weight of what you’d see, of what you’d feel, too unbearable to entertain. But now, standing here in the doorway, you realize you didn’t choose this moment. It chose you, dragging you here on legs that don’t feel like yours, under a weight that has sat on your chest for days, weeks, months.

The door creaks when you push it open, and the sound slices through the silence like something alive. You flinch, but you don’t stop. Your breath comes shallow and fast as if your body already knows what your heart refuses to acknowledge: you’re not ready for this.

The room is the same as the day he left it. The air smells stale, untouched, yet faint traces of him linger like a ghost you can’t exorcise. That warm, earthy cologne he always used, the one you told him made him smell like sunlight. You breathe it in too deeply, and it punches through your lungs like a blade. Your heart clenches at the familiarity, at the cruel way it pulls you back to a time when he was still here, still laughing, still alive.

You step inside, each movement tentative, like the floor might crack open beneath your weight. The bed is unmade, the sheets twisted and pushed aside in a way that’s so him it hurts. He always hated making the bed. "What’s the point?" he used to say, grinning in that lopsided way that made you want to laugh and scream at the same time. The comforter is bunched at the corner where he kicked it off the last time he slept here. His shirt is draped over the chair in the corner, a crumpled thing that looks like him—slumped, careless, perfect. And the sneakers. You hate the sneakers. He left them by the door, one lying on its side like he rushed out, like he planned to come back.

Your knees buckle, and you sit down heavily on the edge of the mattress. The fabric is cold under your fingertips, no longer carrying the warmth of him. You press your hands into the sheets, gripping them as if they might anchor you, but all they do is remind you of the emptiness that’s replaced him.

Your eyes wander without permission, catching on the little things that used to be invisible in the background of your life. The sneakers by the door, one tipped over, the laces undone. There’s a mug on the desk, dried tea leaves clinging to the edges like a relic. You pick it up because you can’t help yourself, the ceramic warm in your memory though cold now, the handle shaped to fit his hand. You clutch it so tightly your fingers ache. If you let go, it will shatter. If you don’t, you will.

A jacket draped over the chair in the corner, sleeves dangling lifelessly. Each item feels like a tiny wound, slicing into you in ways you didn’t know were possible.

There’s a photo on the desk. You almost don’t want to look at it, but your gaze is drawn to it like a magnet. It’s the two of you, grinning, arms slung over each other’s shoulders like the world could never touch you. The frame is crooked, leaning slightly against a stack of books he never got around to reading. Your throat tightens, and your vision blurs as tears rise unbidden.

You feel them spilling down your cheeks, hot and relentless, like a dam has finally broken. You try to wipe them away, but it’s useless. They just keep coming, each drop carving a path down your face, each sob ripping through your chest like shards of glass.

The grief is suffocating, pressing down on you like a weight you can’t escape. It’s in the air, thick and cloying, sticking to your skin and filling your lungs until you can’t breathe. It’s in your head, a constant hum of what-ifs and should-haves that won’t leave you alone. It’s in your heart, a jagged, bleeding thing that refuses to heal.

You clutch the photo to your chest, curling into yourself like you can fold away the pain. But it doesn’t work. Nothing works. He’s everywhere in this room. In the things he left behind, in the silence that’s too loud, in the memories that play on a loop in your mind.

You remember the way he used to sit at that desk, scribbling notes or sketching ideas he’d never finish. The way he’d hum under his breath, always a little off-key but somehow perfect. The way he’d glance up at you, his eyes soft and full of something you didn’t realize you’d miss until it was gone.

You can almost hear his voice, the teasing lilt of it as he’d call your name, the warmth of it wrapping around you like a hug. You can almost feel his hand brushing against yours, a casual touch that felt anything but casual. You can almost see him, standing in the doorway with that smile that made the world seem brighter.

But it’s all in your head. He’s gone, and no amount of wishing will bring him back.

The tears slow eventually, leaving you feeling hollow and raw. Your chest aches, and your head pounds, but you don’t move. You can’t. The thought of leaving this room feels impossible, like walking away would mean letting him go for good.

Your fingers brush against the comforter, tracing the patterns he used to complain about. “Too busy,” he’d said, but he kept it anyway because it was your choice, and he always let you have your way in the end.

A shaky breath escapes you as you lean forward, resting your head in your hands. The grief is quieter now, but it’s no less sharp. It cuts through you in waves, each one leaving you more worn down than the last.

You think about all the things you’ll never get to say to him. All the moments you’ll never share. All the times you’ll have to face the world without him by your side.

The room is a graveyard of what once was, each object a headstone for a memory you can’t let go of. You want to gather them all up, to keep them close so you won’t forget, but you know that’s impossible. The memories will fade, no matter how tightly you hold on.

And that terrifies you.

You don’t know how long you sit there, lost in the ache of what you’ve lost. Time seems meaningless, stretching and twisting until it feels like you’ve been there forever.

Eventually, your body moves on its own, your fingers reaching out to touch the photo again. You trace his face with trembling hands, as if you can somehow bring him back to life through sheer willpower. But the glass is cold under your fingertips, a harsh reminder of the distance between you.

He’s everywhere, and he’s nowhere.

The room feels like it’s closing in on you, the walls pressing closer, the air growing heavier. You stand abruptly, the motion making your head spin. You stumble toward the door, your legs shaky and unsteady.

You pause in the doorway, glancing back one last time. The room looks the same, but it feels different now. Or maybe you’re the one who’s different.

As you step into the hallway, the air feels cooler, lighter, but it doesn’t help. The weight of him follows you, clinging to your skin, your mind, your heart.

You don’t look back. You can’t.

Because if you do, you know you’ll never leave.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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