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movedblog-thesacrificialdove · 9 months ago

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tags two cocks, hypnosis, kidnapping, dub-con, praise kink, light sub naga, oviposition, breeding kink, aftermath of mind control, altered memories

—📜" Making your way back to the campsite, a kind stranger guides you back to where you're needed. With him

Recounting your steps would be futile. It’s best for you to leave fate like this.

It got dark too quickly and you still haven’t traversed your way back to the camp. A short trip to your van for some extra supplies became a longer task than you anticipated it to. You can barely see the sun anymore. The trees start to look the same. Your lamp feels like it’s about to go out any second now.

The camping materials hold you back severely. Your shoulder aches and the cooler in both of your hands are heavy. Watching the sunset, you drop the cooler below a landmark tree. Four scratches. You don’t exactly know what caused those scratches, but whoever did it, they marked your path back to your friends.

With a sigh, you bend over to carry the cooler again—

“You need help with that?”

The cooler drops to your feet, making you scream out. The person, who materialised out of nowhere, comes up to you. “Sorry, are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The man looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at you. It’s alright. It’s just… someone.

“Oh,” you say, wincing as you hold yourself up against a tree. “I’m alright, I guess. Are you, uh, camping here too?”

He smiles. His teeth are white and he has little fangs like your little sister. It’s cute. “Yeah, just by the lakeside,” he says.

You haven’t seen another tent on the lake. You’d know since you and your friends are stationed there. Maybe he’s more camouflaged. “Oh, uh, actually, me and my friends are there too. If it’s not too much of a bother…—”

“You want me to take you there?” he says, practically reading your mind. “Yeah. It’s getting dangerous out at night.” He approaches you, looking around the forest with cautious eyes. “Let me lead the way, yeah? Just follow me and you won’t get lost.”

You nod. He doesn’t look away from you and you don’t either. When he turns to the path, you follow his figure closely. You feel lighter now. The equipment doesn’t seem so heavy anymore… Did you forget something?

He asks you, “You guys staying for long?”

“Ah, well, for a bit. We leave tomorrow morning.”

“Really?” he laughs. “I’ve already been here a while and I never wanna leave,” he jokes. You think that to be true. He turns to look back at you, seeing as you struggle behind him. He reaches out, “Let me get that for you so that you won’t worry about carrying anything.”

You nod. Your backpack, your lamp, all of it goes to him. He smiles as you catch up to him.

You think you’re reaching the lake right about now. You remember seeing another landmark earlier. You think you were supposed to take a turn—but he hasn’t, right? He knows where to go. He knows what to do. You should trust him. You should trust him.

The night looks darker. Did the lamp run out?

He’s not holding anything. He’s not looking at you anymore.

“Hey,” you call out, looking around, “Are we…?”

“Yeah, we’re almost there,” he assures. “Come on. Hurry now. I can hear your friends from here.”

You don’t hear them. The wind threatens the both of you for a moment, the breeze coming along with it. He takes your hand to guide you forward. You think you hear them now.

There’s something in the distance. It looks like a cave. “Ri-i-ight over there,” he drags out, hands in his pockets as you both stand outside of it. “Your friends are calling for you there.”

It’s too dark to see them. It must be later in the night now. You can hear their voices. They’re calling for you. They’re calling your name. You can hear them so vividly. Get in the cave.

Get in the cave.

Listen to me.

Get in the cave.

Darkness envelops you with each step forward. They’re closer now. The footsteps behind you feel distant. Yet, you feel the warmth of a body pressed against you. You can feel the air against your neck, like soft whispers and heavy breathing.

You call out one of your friend’s names. It echoes in the cave.

“They’re here, sweetheart,” someone whispers behind you. He's the kind man. “It’s getting late. You need to change into sleepwear, hm? Take your bottoms off for me.”

There’s nothing you can see in the dark. You feel around for your pants as you start to unbutton them. Another pair of hands come to hold yours, guiding you where to pull and where to unzip. It helps you take them off.

“You look very nice,” you’re lowered to the ground, “sweetheart, you look very nice. Can you lay on your front for me?”

The kind man allows you to the cold floor. You feel nice. Just a bit sleepy. He keeps you up with his hands going up and down your body. “Wish you could see yourself,” he says, pushing your top up—revealing your chest—” you look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

You can hear something in the background. It sounds almost terrifying. Like the sounds of rubber stretching, the peeling of the skin, and small little grunts that echo throughout. Still, you’re soothed by the kind man who shushes you calmly.

“It’s alright, I just wanna…” he trails off, shifting you around so you’re laying on—something. It’s smooth yet hard beneath you. It’s cold, too cold. “...sweetheart?”

Has he been calling your name the entire time? You can’t really speak. You try to open your mouth but it’s too heavy. You’re lightheaded.

“It’s okay, just wanted to make sure you’re still here,” he says, “I wanna ask you something, just nod or shake your head, yeah?”

You nod.

“Do you like your friends?”

You nod.

“Do you truly want to see them again?”

You nod.

“Then can you help me out? Just for a moment, just for a little while.”

…You nod.

His chuckle is all you hear before he pulls you up. You can hear something dragging behind him. Once you’re pressed against the wall, you continue to hear it as something slides against you. You can’t move. You can’t feel your arms.

The panic settles in and he’s trying so hard to keep you calm. He whispers unintelligible things to you as something goes tighter, almost making you unable to breathe. It’s tight against your stomach and your shoulders. You can still feel your legs but you can’t move them. You won’t. You won’t move them.

“Stay still,” he says. “Just help me since I helped you, okay? Just one small thing.

“I need to mate with you,” the coils around you tighten, “I need to use you for a while and I promise I’ll return you to your friends. Just make me good for a bit, okay? You got that, sweetheart?”

You let out a little noise. He doesn’t say more as you feel air caress your now bare cunt. It surprises you. “I’ll try to prepare you.”

Something prods against your hole. It’s dry but you feel that you’ve already started leaking. He moans, “Already feeling good? I’m so glad. You’re gonna enjoy this, I promise.”

It pushes inside of you. Your breath gets choked out of you as you feel it massaging deep inside of you. Your legs shake as you struggle with it constantly rubbing against your G-spot. It’s playing it so easily that you can’t help but moan.

“Doing so good for me,” he says, his voice suddenly on your neck as the coils around you loosen. “Gonna put another in.”

He’s true to his word. Another thing goes inside your pussy and now you’re being scissored open. Your legs quiver hard. “So fucking wet,” he moans, “I wanna put my cocks inside of you. I wanna keep you with my eggs stuck inside. Fu-u-u-uck..!”

You cry out as the things inside of you fuck you. It thrusts relentlessly and makes you accustomed to the feeling of being stretched wide. It’s driving you crazy how it reaches so deep inside of you like an actual cock.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, the thing inside of you pulling away. “I’m so sorry. I need to fuck you. I’m about to fucking burst and it hurts!”

You’re pulled up a little before something wet touches you. You moan, the slickness of it cold and almost uncomfortable. He whines in your ears as it rubs between your folds desperately.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, okay?” he says, something—his cock spreading slickness all over your cunt. “I’ll be gentle later. But you’re so good for me, so pliant, so fucking delicious—!”

He gets cut off by both of your moans. You scream out as you feel his cock stretch you. His fingers aren’t enough as you feel him split you open. The heat inside of you is warming you from the inside out, threatening to burn you alive.

“O-oh,” he moans, the coils tightening you, “that’s only one cock. I can’t wait to feel your ass on my other one.”

You don’t get to process his words as the coils around you guide you up and down on his cock. You’re stuck moaning without a name. His cock feels like your entire first, punching you in and out without mercy as he chases his orgasm.

In front of you, he’s panting. He’s going mad with the feeling of being inside of you. Every part of him feels like it's losing as you clench around him, unaccustomed to his size.

“So… tight~!” he moans, thrusting his hips along, “so fucking good. I wanna feel you take all of me. I wanna see you carrying my eggs so much. I wanna fill you up please..!”

He’s mumbling incoherent things as something slaps you from your behind. It feels like his other cock. You don’t panic. Instead, you feel tenfold the arousal as it pokes you at your dry rear.

It doesn’t push in. You know he’s disappointed with the way he’s crying out as he fucks your pussy harder.

“...so much. Wanna fill you up so much,” he moans, a sound coming from the back of his throat like a hiss. “I need to train you on my cock and make you never wanna leave. You’ll never need anyone else but me! Only—only me!

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.” His hips don’t stutter as you’re being suffocated again. You’re dizzy. You can feel yourself losing air in your brain as your cunt gets railed over and over again. The buds inside of you are getting rubbed to their most sensitive degree as you can feel him in your stomach. It’s jarring. It’s terrifying.

It’s so fucking good.

You wanna stay here forever.

You wanna be trained on his cock

You never wanna leave.

You never need anything but him

Only him.

A cry escapes your throat as you squirt all over his cock. Your spams doesn’t make him stop. “Oh, fuck, you’re so cute!” he says, “you’re shaking. You’re—you’re so tight around me. I’m gonna make you a momma. You’ll never be able to let go of me after this, sweetie. You’re going to want me forever.”

Least expecting it, his cocks stretch you further. You let out a meek noise as it struggles to push something in. “N…no more,” you sob, your walls pushing against it as it tries to make itself home.

“It’s okay,” he hushes. You can feel his arms around you as the coils loosen. “Take a deep breath for me. You’re doing so good.” It pushes in more. “Be a good girl. Be a good momma, okay? Come on, take it!”

He thrusts into you one last time and you scream as something gets pushed inside. You pant, feeling something heavy stretch you inside. It feels like you’re throbbing inside. It feels like a heartbeat

“That’s so good, you’re so good. Such a good girl.”

For the first time, he kisses you. The first thing you feel is his tongue pushing against your lips. It fucks your mouth open as you feel it slither. It’s long and thicker than at least three of your fingers.

You gag. You can feel it against the back of your throat and you struggle to take it in. He tasted sweet. Is it supposed to taste this sweet?

He moans on top of you as he rubs his cock inside of you, pushing the thing inside of you a little deeper. He pulls out of the kiss and you’re left with a drool connecting the both of you. “Mmm, sweetheart, you taste so good. Do I taste good?”

He does. You nod lazily as your head falls into his shoulders. He laughs as he strokes your back. “It’s okay. I’m satisfied for now. I’m sorry I rushed, okay? When you come back next time, I’ll be more gentle. I’ll even make a nest for you and our child.”

Before your brain can catch up, you’re falling into the sweet comfort of his arms.

When you wake up, your friend ushers you awake.

“Get the fuck up, sleepyhead!” she yells. “You’ve been asleep for hours, we need to go soon!”

You groan, unwilling to wake up. Your body feels so sore. The sleeping bag wasn’t the best for camping, you’d guess. What a waste of purchase.

Outside, the birds are chirping and the sounds of the river are soothing. You’re gonna miss this place, not gonna lie. It’s like something would die in you if you were to leave. Then again, you’re very dramatic.

Your name is called. “Hey! Help me bring this stupid ass cooler! Jacob’s already carrying the other one.”

You put it up against your arms. Huh. You feel like you got a moment of déjà vu. It’s probably nothing. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the morning fog in your head.

Fuck. You think you need to check in at a hospital. You can barely walk and your stomach feels heavy. Maybe get someone to check in on you—...

No.

You can’t do that.

You can’t let anyone touch you down there.

Just need to return to the lake after a month and you’ll be good as new.

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notjayh15 · 30 days ago

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MY Eyes Only

i saw @slutzforbueckers wanting this idea put into a fic, so all props to them for the idea, ask and thy shall receive

warnings: smut, cursing, strap-on use (r!recieving), praise kink, fingering (r!recieving), overstimulation, mild degradation if you squint, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: I lowkey have not written anything in like a year, so hopefully this isn’t too bad, enjoy!

Paige usually wasn’t the snooping type, I mean occasionally she would stalk your Instagram likes, or peek at your phone when you got a notification, but other than that she gave you your privacy.

That was, until, she watched a video on TikTok of someone going through their significant other’s My Eyes Only on Snapchat. Being the curious and easily persuaded person she was, Paige waited until you were in the shower to grab your phone and unlock it. Paige had your phone passcode, obviously because you had nothing to hide. However, finding the password to your My Eyes Only would be one of the most difficult things of her life. Paige started with the usual suspected passwords of yours, such as ILOVEPB5, PBJ5, etc. She found none of them were the correct ones to unlock whatever you had hidden in this Pandora’s box. Listening closely to make sure the shower was still running, she opened your notes app and found the password right there.

“Paige, what the fuck?!” you exclaim, snatching your phone out of her grip, as your other hand grips the towel to your chest.

“Yo, it wasn’t what it looked like, ma.” She lied, putting her hands up in defense,

"Oh yeah? It looked like you went through my phone!" you yelled,

"Chill down, it's a trend on TikTok, no need to get all worked up. And you looked sexy as hell baby." Paige got up off the couch and approached you, her hands immediately going to your hips. Your face was tinted a shade of red, whether it was from the situation at hand, or your recent shower was.

"Shut up, I'm mad at you."

"I can fix that."

And that's how you ended up here, bent over your shared bed, reciting Paige's name like a poem. She was pistoning in and out of you with her purple strap, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mm, Paige slow down, fuck-!" You moaned out, twisting the sheets in your grip.

"Nah ma, you wanna look good as hell in all them photos, and not send em' to me? You can take this dick then." She replied, thrusting deeper with a soft slap to your ass.

"Paige, please, it's too much!" You yell out again, trying to push yourself farther up the bed, out of her reach,

"Hell nah it ain't. You can take it, c'mon." Paige chuckles, picking up the pace as she presses soft kisses to your shoulder. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors knew Paige's name already, or if there would be a noise complaint filed. Paige reached around your bodies to softly rub your clit, ripping yet another needy moan from the depths of your throat.

"Paige! F-fuck I'm gonna come, baby!" You exclaim, grabbing at her wrist to stabilize yourself.

"Oh yeah? You gonna cum all over my dick like a slut, huh?" She chuckles coldly, her grip tight on your hips as she continues to pound into you,

"Mhm, please let me cum Paigey, please!"

"Ight' cum for me baby." she kisses your shoulder once again, as you come undone around her strap, your eyes rolling back and loud moans coming from your mouth.

Paige gently pulls out, and you lay there, panting and shaking from your previous orgasm.

"Hol' up ma, we ain't done yet." she says, kissing your cheek as she slides two fingers into your sopping cunt.

"Paige, I can't, I'm too sensitive!" a whine comes from your throat as you grab at her wrist.

"You can, and you will," she growls, curling her middle and ring finger inside of you, causing you to throw your head back. She continues like this for a while, fucking you deep with her fingers, hitting the spongy spot inside of you until you see stars.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again! Fuck, Paige!" you wail, your walls clenching tight around her fingers as she helps you through whatever number orgasm this was.

Your juices coat your inner thighs and her fingers as she licks them clean.

"Was that good?" Paige asked, crawling up beside you as she planted a soft kiss on your head.

"It was amazing." you pant out, curling up against her body.

"That'll teach you to not send me hot-ass photos of my girl." She smiles, as she pulls the covers over the both of you"

Or maybe I'll do it again if this is my punishment."

a/n: yall please Imk if this sucked ass so I know if I need to retire from writing. -jayh signing out

#Spotify #paige bueckers #basketball #paige bueckers x fem!reader #dallas wings #paige bueckers smut

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ysaefinn · 3 months ago

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Pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader

Cw: Oral (M receiving) ,praise kink, mommy kink, dom/sub undertones, a little bit of infantilization, petnames (baby, sweet thing, little one, ect..) , mentions of penetration, established relationship, romance

Suguru would absolutely never let you give him head, but imagine a reality where he does cave in just this once.

You're lying down on your side between his legs, cheek smooshed against his thigh, gently lapping at the tip of his cock.

"Awh baby..." Comes a croon from the man above you, his hand resting on the other side of your face, stroking the fat of your cheek before moving to trace your jaw. His hold is gentle yet firm, like a mother wolf guarding her little cub.

"My little sweetheart...come on, i know you can do it"

"M-mhm.." A hjgh-pitched hum is all you grant him before you begin to take him into your mouth.

Suguru's hand wraps tighter around your neck from the sudden surge of sensations, the warmth and wetness of your mouth attacking his nerves all at once, and he rewards you with a low groan. He moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with your locks of hair before tightening his grip.

"A-ah g-go ahead..honey .."

You obey, putting your mouth to work, you suck him slowly, almost lazily. Taking particular interest in the veins that run along his length, tracing them before pull away with a little "pop!" And a shaky almost anxious exhale before beggining to cover his cock with gentle kisses.

Your boyfriend's eyes snap open at the loss of contact, he doesn't miss the apprehensiveness in your behavior, a sweet fond smile graces his features apon registering your affection, and he chuckles.

"Aww..I know, i know...are you nervous, sweet thing?"

You aggressively shake your head, and suguru is just so endeared , his precious little angel, so eager to please him, so set on making him happy. It's taking a lot of restrain to stop himself from scooping you up and kissing you breathless while you sink down on his dick.

But his baby has been begging him for this for so so long, and there's nothing suguru hates more than denying you.

He doesn't get to dwell on it for long, because this time his entire cock is quickly shoved into your mouth with enough force to hit the back of your throat and have you chock on it. You gag around his dick, the switching motion of your throat makes him throw his head back and moan loudly.

"Mmmhm...sweetie...y-you have t-to w-warn me first.."

He makes out what he can only assume is a muffled apology. His hand travels to the top of your head to pet you gently.

Reassurance.

You're back to work in no time, bobbing your head back and forth, your tongue teasing his tip so deliciously. You close your eyes in concentration, focused on pleasuring your man. And your efforts never go unnoticed by him.

"There you go...y-you're so good..such a good baby..."

The praise does nothing but make you needier, make you wish his pretty cock was inside you instead. Even if you knew Suguru wouldn't let you sleep without properly taking care of you, it doesn't make you long for it any less.

"M-momm-mhm.." Your adorable whining catches his attention, and his resolve almost, almost crumbles. But Suguru wants you to learn to finish what you started.

"Mommy's riii-ight here b-baby...I've gotchu.."

It wasn't typical of him to lose his composure during intimacy, then again he was never the one on the receiving end, if he isn't fucking you silly with the end goal of having you cover him in your slick, then he's on his knees tending to you. In other words, Suguru never lets you do this. And so you feel like it's up to you to make a good first impression, and who knows? Maybe he'll let you do this again. Although that remains a distant dream.

Suguru is approaching his peak rapidly. The hand in your hair moves back to its original position on your jaw and tightens around your neck once more. His grip tells you that he's in the middle of chasing his orgasm. And that only gives you more fuel. Your movement picks up the pace and you begin to suck him sloppily and messily, gone is your shy demure behavior, what you're set on right now is pleasuring your man like he deserves, sloppy wet sounds fill the room, pushing suguru further toward the edge.

Your boyfriend lets out one last low groan before cumming hard inside your mouth with a shaky exhale. And you're over the moon. His cum is rich and warm, it reminds you of everything sweet, tender and comforting, much like his love for you. It reminds you of all the things that are yours, and for you alone.

His long disheveled locks of hair frame his handsome face perfectly, Sweat drops catch the light on his flushed face, his eyes screwed shut.

He looks absolutely devine.

Suguru's eyes flutter open to meet your enamored gaze. You just look so cute like this, cheeks red and puffed out, his love juices dripping down your chin, doe eyes staring at him with so much adoration. The sweet smile that never fails to weaken you in the knees is back on his features, and he starts to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Come on, swallow, sweetie. It'll make me so proud."

And how could disobey when he uses that tone?

"There you go, good baby..always so good for me"

And there it is, that gentle tone, the sweet, sweet tender coo that triggers the itch between your legs. Your thighs start grinding together seemingly in their own. You want him to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you, to take care of you like he always does.

Suguru can see the need in your eyes, and it's all it takes for him to act immediately.

"Come here, little one" he pats his lap "let mommy give you some relief"

And of course he doesn't have to tell you twice, you are scrambling to sit in your rightful place and have him tuck you away his arms, where you will forever be safe. You want more than anything to just mindlessly grind away at his thick muscular thighs, but you know better.

Suguru feels the desperation in your kiss. it's long, messy, and all over the place. He rubs your back in a circular motion to reassure you. A string of saliva keeps you both connected when you pull away. You take a second to catch your breath before you speak.

"Suguru , I..i uhm...i really n-need you right now.."

The teasing expression on his face and raise of his brow sets you straight.

"P-please...."

"Please, what, sweet thing? Speak up. " You don't notice his hand trailing down until it's gently squeezing at your tummy, making your ache for him flare up.

"P-please...mommy..."

And he's smiling like the cat that got the cream, wide and satisfied. He kisses your forehead gently before wrapping his big hands around your thighs.

"Good job.. baby, let mommy take care of you, sweetheart"

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morgluvsconnie · 4 months ago

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calling them someone else’s name for a prank!

with aot men! (except it’s their friends name 😏)

a/n ~ this was inspired by a request but i just wanted to add everybody in there. enjoy!

CONNIE

when connie told you he loved you, and you said “I love you too, ony- connie.” he shut tf downnnn.

he didn’t even look at you, just kept staring at his phone with almost no expression, just a small dry laugh. “who?”

“you, I said you.” you said, widening your eyes for a split second, avoiding eye contact. connie just pursed his lips together, moving his legs together and apart while manspreading.

you glanced at him, trying your best to hold in a laugh. “i said i love you too.”

“you said ony.”

“no i didn’t.”

he finally looked at you. “you did.”

you groaned, throwing your head back. “i didn’tttt, how many times i gotta tell you?” you rolled your eyes at him.

connie swallowed, looking you up and down. “please don’t play wit me right now. you fuckin wit ony?” the way this boy was bouda unfriend one of his best friends quickkkk.

but you couldn’t help but laugh and tell him you’re just playing, making him smack his lips and laugh. “alright dude.”

ONY

if ony heard you call him connie, he wouldn’t have cared really. he’s always around connie, and you and connie were cool.

he always said his name, which would probably make you say it too, especially if it was something like “shut up connie” or “ask connie” which was rare anyway.

but, when you were saying your daily “i love you”s and your daily “ill miss you”s when he was about to go only to the store, the last name he’d expect after your “ill miss you” would be connie’s.

he just slowed his movements at the door, going silent.

“what you say?” he asked, glancing at you and grabbing his car keys. you looked back at him with raised eyebrows, playing along. “i said ony.”

“no you didn’t, you said connie.” he wasn’t even bouda play along with the lie.

you rolled your eyes. “okay. well i meant ony.” you waved him off. that just irritated him even more. he wasn’t that mad, but he was confused, which was making him mad 😭.

“how you get ony mixed up wit connie? y’all must been around each other recently?” he asked, leaning on the door and crossing his arms, staring at you.

you smacked your lips.

“i told you what i meant.”

“well ion believe you, so ima call connie-”

“i’m playing.” you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. ony stared at you with serious eyes before slowly smiling. “ight bruh.”

EREN

now when you pranked eren, he wasn’t even hesitating to take that shit serious quick as hell.

when he was tickling you, and you were laughing, tryna push him off you, hearing the words “stop armin!” come out your mouth just made him stop immediately and stare at you.

wiping tears that formed on the corners of your eyes, you sat up on the bed, letting out a breathy laugh. “what?”

this man’s death stare was piercinggggg.

he wasn’t even trying either, he just looked at you with dead eyes.

“armin. okay.” he nodded, standing up. you tilted your head and frowned. “what?”

“armin.” he said back nonchalantly, stretching before going towards the door. “eren.” you said, tilting your head and standing up. “it was a mistake, duh.” you tapped your head.

eren stared at you and blinked, making you laugh and melt your facade.

“it’s a prank.”

eren swallowed and took a deep breath, sighing. “dontttt piss me offfff.” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

ARMIN

when you were on the phone with a friend, and they asked what your boyfriends name was, the last thing armin would think is that you’d stammer over eren’s name before you said his.

it was more awkward than embarrassing or angering because he just looked at you for a few seconds, waiting for you to get off the phone.

he tried to avoid the fact that you’d said his best friends name instead of his by saying something like “who was that?”

“just a friend, why?” you looked at him like nothing was wrong.

and there wasn’t anything wrong at all, i mean he literally didn’t even care. he just went along with his day, doing the same things he did every day.

but when you were getting ready for bed, that’s when he decided to bring it up.

“what? i said armin.” you almost forgot to tell him it was a prank, but now it was later than expected. he just slowly shook his head, uncertain at first, but then shook it quickly.

“yeah, nah, you said eren.” he corrected you while laying on your stomach. he tried not to make it seem like it was a big deal.

you shook your head. “no, i said armin.”

armin looked up at you, furrowing his brows. “i know what you said y/n. if y’all got something going on just tell me now. i won’t get mad.”

you couldn’t help but feel bad and laugh. “i’m kiddinggg, it was a prank, i forgot to tell you.” you ruffled his hair.

armin clicked his tongue, groaning. “don’tttttt do that.” he laughed a little.

this is a draft from veryyy long ago, hope y’all like it

#𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚟𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎₊✩ˎˊ˗#aot connie #aot armin #aot eren #aot onyankopon #aot headcanons #aot oneshots #armin x black reader #connie x black reader #eren x black reader #ony x black reader #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot x black y/n

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pbaz7 · 4 months ago

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ONE SHOT: SENIOR NIGNT

paige x azzi

warning: sexual content

word count: 9.6k

A/N: This is a prompt I got from someone about the aftermath of senior night! You might be on a little emotional roller coaster and i’m sorry in advance for that lol. Let me know what you think if you can :)

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After senior day Ted’s was packed, the air humid as laughter and music filled the space. Paige was on drink—who even knew what number at this point—but she was definitely feeling it. She claimed she needed to go big before playoffs started. Her cheeks were flushed, her grin was lazy, and everything around her was just a little bit funnier than it probably should’ve been.

Ice was practically draped over Paige, her head resting against Paige’s shoulder as she whined dramatically. “No bro— I just can’t believe you’re leaving me,” she slurred, clutching at Paige’s arm like the blonde was about to be ripped away forever. “What am I supposed to do without you? Who’s gonna hype me up? Who’s gonna throw me those stupid ass behind-the-back passes at practice and get mad if I don’t catch em?”

Paige snorted, wrapping an arm around Ice. “Alright bro, you over here acting like I’m dying. You’ll be ight.”

Ice groaned, tightening her grip. “Nooo, you don’t get it, Paige. You’re my favorite.”

“Girl boo,” a new voice cut in, and suddenly KK was there, shoving at Ice’s shoulder. “Move over, it’s my turn for P Boogers attention.”

Ice clutched onto Paige tighter. “Oh my god move KK. She’s mine.”

KK scoffed. “I’ve been crying all night about her leaving. Where were you?”

“Bro, literally right here,” Ice yelled. “Crying all over her.”

KK rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, I need more time.”

“Oh, that’s funny, because I’ve known her longer,” Ice argued, crossing her arms like she knew she won.

KK gasped. “Oh, you’re pulling the super senior card now? That’s low.”

“You’re low…to the ground.”

Paige just leaned back, watching the two of them bicker over her with an amused smile. “Y’all know I’m still here, right?”

Neither of them acknowledged her, too caught up in their argument. Ice was still latched onto Paige, while KK was trying to push her off, the two of them acting like kids fighting over a toy.

Aubrey walked by, shaking her head. “They do realize there’s two of them and only one of you, right?”

Paige shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “Not my problem. At least they aren’t yelling.”

For what felt like ten minutes, KK and Ice kept tugging Paige in different directions, each trying to claim her as theirs for the night. Paige was thoroughly entertained in her drunken state so she let them go at it for a while. But eventually she got a little nauseous so she groaned, yanking her arms free. “Alright, alright—I’m not a toy.”

KK huffed mumbling, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ice crossed her arms. “Yeah, you was sitting there smiling and laughing for like 10 minutes.”

Paige gave them both a pointed look. “Okay, well, maybe y’all need to lock in.”

Immediately, they both pouted at her, big, glossy eyes making them look like sad puppies.

Paige sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes before pulling them both into a hug. “Y’all are a mess,” she mumbled, but there was fondness in her voice for her younger teammates.

They melted into the hug, grabbing onto tightly.

Then, just as Paige started to relax, Ice turned her head slightly toward KK and mumbled, “I’m her and Azzi’s favorite kid.”

KK’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”

Paige groaned. “Oh my god.”

Ice smiled hugely, clearly enjoying herself.

KK scowled. “Girl boo you are definitely not her favorite.”

“I definitely am, Azzi told me.”

And just like that, they were arguing again.

Paige rolled her eyes before slipping out of their grasp, shaking her head as she grabbed her drink and wandered off. “Y’all have fun with that.”

As she moved through the bar, the warm, hazy buzz in her chest was in full effect. She took another long sip of her drink, scanning the room for a familiar face—the familiar face. Eyebrows furrowing slightly when she didn’t immediately see her.

She knew Azzi had been there earlier because they had come together and had been attracted to one another’s side for the most part. But she hasn’t seen her in about an hour an now, no matter where she looked, she couldn’t seem to find her.

For anyone else, Paige would blame it on her drunken haze, the dim lighting, or the fact that it was harder to isolate faces in the crowded bar. But Azzi wasn’t just anyone else. Paige could usually spot her instantly, hear her voice or her laugh no matter where she was or how loud a room was . And right now? She wasn’t anywhere.

Feeling too tipsy to be subtle, Paige turned toward the table where most of her teammates were sitting. Without hesitation, she raised her voice over the music.

“Yo, anybody know where my girl went?”

A few heads turned, some of her teammates exchanging shrugs and mumbling, “I don’t know.”

Nika spoke up, casually tipping her drink toward the door. “Last I heard, she said she needed some air.”

Paige nodded at that. Without another word, she tilted her head back, downing the rest of her drink in one go before setting the empty glass down on the nearest table.

She stepped outside into the chilly air, the sounds of Ted’s fading as the door shut behind her. Her eyes scanned the area, but Azzi wasn’t in her usual spot, leaning against the wall like she sometimes did when she needed a moment away from the chaos inside.

Frustration bubbled under the buzz of alcohol because all she wanted was a hug from her girl. Paige pulled out her phone, dialing Azzi’s number. The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail.

“What the hell…” Paige mumbled to herself, frowning at the screen. She swiped over to Find My and pulled up Azzi’s location. Azzi was back on campus, in her room.

Paige’s frown deepened, and she tried calling her again, but once again, there was no answer. Paige grumbled under her breath, feeling a wave of impatience.

She pulled up her messages and scrolled down until she found the last teammate she sent a message to. She saw Aubrey’s name first and sent over a quick Imma dip Azzi already left.

After Paige sent the message to Aubrey, she started a jog back to campus. Her drunkenness made it a lot more fun than walking—her steps a little wobbly, but the night air and the thought of reaching Azzi made it more exciting.

When she finally got to Azzi’s suite, Paige paused in front of the door, groaning slightly when she was able to just walk in.

“Azzi… bro, you need to lock your damn door,” Paige muttered to herself.

She shook her head, slipped off her shoes, and stepped inside quietly, trying not to make too much noise just in case Azzi was asleep. Her eyes searched the living room, but Azzi wasn’t in sight. Paige moved through the dark suite with ease, knowing the layout so well it was almost second nature.

As she got closer to Azzi��s room, the door was slightly opened but when she peeked inside, Azzi wasn’t there either.

A soft sound from the bathroom caught her attention. The sound of the shower running. Paige’s lips curled into a small grin as she drunkenly padded softly toward the bathroom.

She knocked lightly on the door, her voice low. “You in there, mama?”

The response came, but it was muffled, almost too quiet to yeah. “Yeah.”

Paige’s eyebrows immediately furrowed as she heard a sniffle follow Azzi’s response. Her grin faded, replaced by concern. Opening the door gently, she stepped inside and froze for a moment when she saw Azzi, the drunken haze disappearing immediately.

Azzi was sitting on the shower floor with her knees pulled to her chest, her head resting in between them. The water was running, but Paige could tell it was colder than it should’ve been when she didn’t see any fog on the mirror. Azzi’s face wasn’t visible, but Paige could see the tension in her posture and the way her shoulders trembled, even under the cascading water.

Not caring about the expensive jeans or anything else she was wearing, Paige stepped into the shower, ignoring the immediate chill of the water against her back. She positioned herself between Azzi and the cold stream, blocking it from hitting her, and knelt down in front of her.

She leaned in close, her voice gentle but filled with concern. “What’s going on, baby?” She waited for a second, hoping for any response, but when Azzi didn’t look up, Paige’s hand instinctively moved to gently run through Azzi’s wet hair, trying to soothe her.

"Talk to me, baby," Paige whispered, her voice pleading now. "What do you need?" Paige hated feeling this helpless. It was one of the worst feelings in the world—when something was wrong with Azzi, and she couldn’t immediately fix it, couldn’t make it better. It always gnawed at her.

But Azzi didn’t respond. Instead, Paige felt Azzi's shoulders shake slightly, and then the soft, heartbreaking sound of Azzi crying. Paige's heart broke all over again, her own breath hitching in her chest.

"No no, I'm sorry beautiful," Paige muttered, even though she wasn’t sure what exactly she was apologizing for—she just knew she made her cry more. She hated seeing Azzi like this, feeling like she’d failed her somehow.

Standing up, Paige reached for the towel that sat next to the shower. She turned to shut off the water, the room falling silent except for the sound of Azzi’s sniffles.

When Paige turned back around she crouched down in front of Azzi again, the towel still in her arms. She leaned in, resting her forehead against the top of Azzi’s head for a brief moment, as if she was trying to absorb some of the pain Azzi was feeling.

“Lemme get you up, beautiful,” Paige whispered.

Azzi finally looked up, and Paige’s heart sank when she saw her—her puffy eyes, mascara smeared a little on her cheeks, looking exhausted and vulnerable. Paige’s chest tightened as she fought the urge to pull her close, to do anything she could to make it better.

Gently, Paige leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Azzi’s forehead, the gesture an attempt to remind Azzi that she wasn’t alone.

“Can you stand up for me baby?” Paige asked.

Azzi nodded, her movements slow. Paige gently helped her to her feet, her hands steady as she wrapped the towel around Azzi’s body, providing her the warmth she needed.

Once Azzi was standing, Paige stepped out of the shower first, her clothes and hair wet but ignored as she focused solely on helping Azzi. She reached out a hand, guiding Azzi carefully as she stepped out of the shower, making sure she was steady on her feet.

“Alright, lemme get you somewhere warm,” Paige whispered, offering Azzi a soft smile as she pulled her into her side, ignoring the discomfort of her wet clothes.

Once they got to Azzi’s room, Paige gently led her to the bed, guiding her with a steady hand as Azzi’s bare feet shuffled across the floor. She sat Azzi down, making sure she was comfortable before turning to the heater. Paige adjusted the settings and pulled it closer to Azzi’s bed, the warm air filling the room almost instantly.

“Stay right there,” Paige whispered as she turned to walk back to the bathroom.

A few moments later, Paige returned with a warm face towel in her hands. She walked over to the bed and knelt in front of Azzi, carefully wiping her face. The towel was gentle against Azzi’s skin as Paige worked to remove the mascara that had smeared from her tears. She focused on her movements, making sure to be gentle, to care for Azzi the way she always wanted to—quietly, without words, just through actions.

When she was done, Paige leaned back slightly, looking at Azzi with a soft smile. “Perfect,” she whispered, before leaning down to press a warm, wet kiss to Azzi’s forehead.

Azzi’s lips twitched up just a little, her eyes still tired, but there was a flicker of something in them—a glimpse of appreciation. Her voice was soft, muffled by her exhaustion as she mumbled, “You’re getting water everywhere big head.”

Paige looked down at her wet clothes and grinned sheepishly. “Oops,” she said, her voice light, trying to ease the mood.

Azzi couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at Paige’s grin, the sound of it just a little more like herself again. Paige’s heart warmed at the sound of her soft laugh, even if it was just a small one—it meant they were making progress.

After Paige took the towel back to the bathroom, she returned to the room, ready to take care of her in any way she could. She started to reach for the shea butter, her hands hovering over the container, when Azzi’s soft voice interrupted her.

“You need to take off your wet clothes first,” Azzi whispered, her eyes barely lifting to meet Paige’s.

Paige huffed, already irritated at the thought of undressing herself when she just wanted to focus on Azzi.

Still, Paige listened. She took a deep breath and stepped back, pulling her wet shirt over her head in one fluid motion. She was about to toss it in the corner but caught Azzi’s gaze. Azzi gave her a pointed look, as if silently saying really? Paige sighed, rolling her eyes, and laid the shirt across the chair instead, allowing it to dry properly.

Next, she pulled off her wet jeans, mirroring the same motion. She sighed again, throwing them carefully on the chair, before removing her socks, sports bra and boxers.

Now fully in just her damp skin, Paige reached into Azzi’s drawer and pulled out a shirt and a pair of her boxers, slipping them on without a second thought.

Once dressed, she turned back toward Azzi.

Paige moved towards her, cupping her face gently with both hands, her warm fingers soft against her skin. “You gonna let me take care of my wife now?” she whispered, a smile on her lips.

Azzi bit her lip slightly, her eyes flicking to Paige’s before she nodded softly.

Paige’s smile grew as she reached for the shea butter. She knelt in front of Azzi, her hands warm as she started with her feet. Gently, she massaged the cream into Azzi’s skin, taking extra time with every touch. The warmth of her hands and the smell of the shea butter filled Azzi’s senses, mixing with the quiet rhythm of the suite.

She kissed Azzi’s feet softly once she was done, a little smile tugging at her lips when Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut, the small gesture making Azzi’s heart flutter too. Paige continued up to her legs, making sure to soothe every inch of skin as she worked. She kissed Azzi’s skin here and there, lingering just long enough to make Azzi’s smile grow.

When Paige moved to the rest of Azzi’s body, she took her time, kneading the shea butter into Azzi’s shoulders, arms, and stomach, occasionally pausing to kiss her skin. Each kiss was a soft, intimate reminder of the care she wanted to give, of the love that always felt so quiet but so deep between them.

Paige finished by gently massaging Azzi’s neck for a while, working out some of the tension in her shoulders. Each stroke of her hands seemed to ease the tightness, and Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Paige’s touch was soothing, her hands firm yet gentle as she worked the knots out of Azzi’s muscles, knowing how much it meant for her to relax after games.

Once she was satisfied with Azzi’s shoulders and neck, Paige stood up and walked to Azzi’s dresser. She pulled out a set of fresh underwear, pajama shorts, and a loose t-shirt—her usual care package when Azzi needed comfort before bed. She walked back to the bed and gently helped Azzi slip them on.

Azzi finally thought Paige would crawl into bed with her, but instead, Paige walked toward the dresser again, reaching for Azzi's paddle brush making her groan.

Paige laughed at her, but her voice was still gentle, “Your hair’s gonna get tangled if I don’t comb it out.”

Azzi muttered a quiet, “Fine,” before she shifted, making room for Paige on the bed. Paige climbed in next to her, settling so that Azzi could lay slightly on top of her. It was a comfortable position, with Azzi resting her head against Paige’s chest, her body half on top of her, allowing Paige to carefully work the brush through her hair.

Paige worked the brush through Azzi’s damp strands, taking her time to detangle the hair gently. Despite the earlier protest she knew Azzi liked it when she took her time with this–it was something Paige had done since they were young. Every so often she would stop combing and press a soft kiss to the top of her head before going back to working the brush through Azzi’s curls.

The room was filled with the soft sound of their steady breathing and the gentle swish of the brush through Azzi’s hair. It was a peaceful moment—one that made Paige feel more grounded, more connected to the woman she loved. She continued brushing, all the while savoring the stillness, the intimacy of caring for Azzi in this simple, quiet way knowing things might be different in just a month.

Once she finished, she set the brush down and softly ran her fingers through Azzi’s hair, letting the curly strands fall loosely around her shoulders. She kissed Azzi’s forehead, whispering, “All done, beautiful.”

Azzi smiled up at her, her eyes still a little red from earlier, but calmer now, soothed by Paige's presence and her care. She whispered, "Thank you, baby."

Paige smiled warmly, shifting to sink deeper into the bed, pulling Azzi closer to her chest, letting her head rest against her.

Paige’s voice softened as she spoke, “Now, how about you tell me what’s going on?”

Azzi sighed, her voice small and tired, reflecting how much thought she had been putting into whatever was on her mind. “I don’t know what to do.”

Off those words alone, Paige knew exactly what she was talking about. This had been weighing on Azzi for months—the decision looming over her since the start of the season. Paige exhaled softly, running her hand up and down Azzi’s back.

“You wanna talk about it?” Paige asked gently.

Azzi hesitated before nodding against Paige’s chest. “Everyone just wants something different from me.”

Paige frowned slightly. “It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks but you, Az. It’s your decision and your decision only baby I keep telling you that.”

Azzi let out a frustrated breath. “But Carol—”

Paige cut her off before she could finish. “It doesn’t matter what Caroline wants. Or your parents. Or your family. Or Geno. Or the fans.” Paige’s hand moved up to cup Azzi’s cheek, guiding her to look up at her. “It affects them, sure. But it’s about what you think you need, baby. Not them.”

Azzi sighed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing little patterns against Paige’s arm. “What do you think I should do?”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head as she saw right through Azzi’s attempt to trick her into answering. “Nice try.”

Azzi groaned, burying her face against Paige’s collarbone. “Why won’t you just tell me?”

Paige smirked, her fingers still running soothingly through Azzi’s hair. “Because,” she said simply, “I know if I did, it’d play too big of a role in your decision.” She tilted her head, looking down at Azzi with a soft gaze. “Everybody else has been in your ear about this, telling you what they think is best. But I don’t wanna do that. I just wanna support you, whatever you decide.”

Azzi exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish you were selfish sometimes and just told me what you want me to do.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head. “No, you don’t.”

Azzi pouted, shifting slightly against Paige. “Maybe I do.”

Paige grinned, tightening her arms around Azzi and pressing a kiss to her head. “Nah, because if I was selfish, I’d never let you leave me.” She smirked, nuzzling into Azzi’s neck before adding playfully, “You’d be a stay-at-home mom with our kids.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips twitched. “I’m serious, Paige.”

“I know,” Paige said, pulling back to meet Azzi’s gaze. “But I’m still not saying anything.”

Azzi let out a small, frustrated sigh before shifting, sitting up so she was now straddling Paige’s lap. Paige raised her eyebrows at the sudden movement, but all she did was rest her hands on Azzi’s waist as Azzi reached down, taking Paige’s hands in her own and beginning to play with her fingers.

“I care about what you think,” Azzi admitted, her voice genuine. “After me, my decision will affect you the most out of anyone.”

“I know, beautiful.”

Azzi held her gaze, and the way Paige was looking at her made her chest tighten. Paige always looked at her with so much love, so much trust, appreciation—so much everything. It used to be overwhelming but now all it did was make Azzi’s stomach flutter. She inhaled, squeezing Paige’s hands. “If I stay, our schedules will line up. I’ll be able to spend April, May, June and part of July with you. I’ll be able to come to a lot of your games, be there when you need me. You’ll be able to come to my games once your season ends.”

Paige remained silent, listening.

“But if I declare…” Azzi hesitated, her voice quieter now. “We’ll be in different cities for like half a year.” She bit her lip, her fingers tightening slightly around Paige’s. “But our contracts will be up at the same time and it’ll probably be easier for us to figure out where we want to settle. I feel ready now, I’m confident and I know I can do well in the league. But at the same time I feel like I haven’t put on the UConn jersey enough.”

Paige exhaled softly, searching Azzi’s eyes. “This is all true.”

“So, what do you think?”

Paige smiled and squeezed her hands gently. “I think no matter what you decide, we’re going to be perfect. We’re us. So I think you should focus on how you feel rather than what it means for us.”

Azzi groaned dramatically before throwing herself against Paige’s chest, making Paige chuckle as she wrapped her arms around her. She pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Azzi’s head, her fingers tracing small circles on her back.

“You’re so annoying,” Azzi mumbled into her shirt.

Paige grinned. “And you’re my perfect, amazing, insanely talented girlfriend who’s going to do incredible things no matter what she picks.”

Azzi huffed, but Paige felt the way her body relaxed just a little more against her.

Paige knew that wasn’t going to fully ease Azzi’s mind, so she softly offered, “We can start the pros and cons list.”

Azzi sighed, her fingers still lightly tracing patterns on Paige’s arm. “Can we do it tomorrow?”

“Of course, baby.”

Azzi smiled at this and after a beat she reached over, grabbing both of their phones and putting them on Do Not Disturb before setting them aside and settling back against Paige’s chest.

For a moment, they just lay there, wrapped up in each other, the room filled with nothing but the quiet sound of their breathing. Then, just as Paige was beginning to think Azzi might be drifting off, she felt the softest press of lips against her neck.

A smile tugged at Paige’s lips. She didn’t say anything, just tilted her head to the side slightly, giving Azzi more access.

Another kiss. This one lingering longer.

Paige’s grip on Azzi’s waist tightened slightly. “Thought you wanted to sleep, mama.”

Azzi hummed. “Changed my mind.”

Paige chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns along Azzi’s back. “That why you put our phones on DND?”

Azzi didn’t answer, just pressed another slow open mouth kiss to Paige’s neck.

Paige exhaled, amusement laced in her tone. “You always this sneaky?”

Azzi pulled back just enough to meet Paige’s gaze, her lips curving into a small smile. “Only when I really want something.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. “Oh yeah? And what is it you want, baby?”

Azzi’s fingers lightly traced the collar of Paige’s shirt. “You.”

Paige licked her lips, her gaze never leaving Azzi’s as she whispered, “Do whatever you want then, baby.”

Azzi paused for a moment, her eyes twinkling with surprise—not from uncertainty, but from the way Paige had given her full control so easily. Azzi was used to being the one who had to talk Paige into submission, coax it out of her.

“Really?”

Paige grinned, her fingers slipping through Azzi’s hair, “Mhmm.”

Not wanting Paige to change her mind, Azzi lowered herself back down to Paige’s neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, her lips lingering in just the right spots to make Paige’s breath hitch. The kisses were slow as if she was savoring every moment, every reaction she was drawing from Paige even though she just started.

Paige swallowed a little harshly, her chest rising and falling in tandem with each kiss that Azzi pressed against her neck. She couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh when Azzi started to suck and nip softly at certain spots.

Azzi paused for a moment, her fingers still lightly trailing down Paige's arm, before she softly spoke, "I'm proud of you, you know?"

Paige opened her eyes, still slightly breathless and glanced at Azzi, her brows furrowing. "For what? I didn’t do anything."

Azzi smiled softly. "You got put on the wall today," she said, her voice filled with pride.

Paige shrugged, a casual nonchalance in her movements “I guess.”.

Azzi's smile only widened, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she tugged at Paige’s shirt, silently asking for it to come off. Paige sat up, allowing Azzi to help her remove the shirt, the movement natural between them, as if they'd done this a thousand times.

Once the shirt was off, Azzi leaned in, her lips lightly grazing Paige's bare skin as she began listing off her accomplishments, her voice smooth as it flowed from one achievement to the next.

"National Player of the Year as a freshman… Naismith award…" Her kisses lingered between words, pressing soft kisses against Paige’s neck.

Paige, though clearly enjoying the attention, was already starting to get a little impatient. Her hand slid into Azzi’s hair, gently tugging her lower as she whispered, “Yeah, yeah, I’m great, I know. Can we speed this up a bit?”

Azzi smirked, not rushing. “You don’t just get to be amazing without a little recognition,” she whispered, continuing her trail of kisses down Paige’s neck, lingering with every word. “Big East Player of the year...twice…First Team all American... lost track of all the Most Outstanding Players…”

Paige shifted underneath her, trying to push Azzi lower. "I’m starting to feel like I need to hear all of this in one breath baby."

Azzi chuckled softly, completely ignoring Paige’s attempts to rush her. She shifted slightly, brushing her lips across Paige’s collarbone as she finished the list. “I’m just making sure you get the credit you deserve, P,” she teased, her lips now just above Paige’s chest.

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at her lips. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard enough praise to last a lifetime, Az,” she murmured, now fully impatient. “Can we just… skip to the part where you stop talking about how amazing I am and focus on making me feel amazing maybe?”

Azzi laughed softly, pulling back to look at Paige’s face. “You really are amazing,” she whispered. “I’m just here to remind you.”

Paige sighed, but her arms pulled Azzi closer, her breath a little uneven, even as she tried to play it cool. “I appreciate it… but really, I wouldn’t complain if you hurried it up a little.”

Azzi’s lips found a spot just below Paige’s collarbone, her teeth grazing the skin before she bit down a little harder than she had previously. The sharpness of it made Paige flinch, a quick whimper escaping her as she clenched her jaw, eyes fluttering shut.

Azzi pulled back just enough to whisper in her ear, “Stop rushing me.”

Paige’s chest heaved slightly as she exhaled, trying to calm herself. Her fingers found Azzi’s shoulders, gripping them gently as she looked up at her with an almost apologetic gaze. “I’m sorry, pretty,” she murmured, her voice a little breathier than before. “I can’t help it... I just want you. Haven’t had you in like a week.”

Azzi smiled at this as she began to trail lower, her kisses growing a little sloppier. She paused at Paige’s chest before pressing her lips against the soft flesh. She sucked lightly, just enough to leave a few marks, ensuring that they would be hidden from view—just for Paige.

Paige’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation, her fingers curling into Azzi’s hair, drawing her closer. “You already feel so good,” she breathed, her voice filled with desire as she stroked Azzi’s hair, urging her to keep going.

Azzi hummed softly, the sound vibrating in a way that only made Paige crave more. She kissed her way across Paige’s chest, making sure she gave each sensitive nub attention as she swirled her tongue.

Paige’s breath grew more uneven as Azzi’s lips worked their way further down her torso. “Feels so good, Az,” Paige breathed out. “So good at this baby.”

Azzi paused just for a second, her lips still hovering over Paige’s stomach as she glanced up with a playful smile. “Yeah?” she asked softly. She leaned back down, tracing her tongue over Paige’s stomach before adding, “Tell me, baby, how does it feel?”

Paige inhaled slowly, her body responding to Azzi’s touch. “Perfect. Every time,” she whispered, her hands sliding to Azzi’s shoulders, her fingers tracing the muscles there.

When Azzi’s lips finally reached Paige’s waist, she took her sweet time, pausing with every kiss, savoring the way Paige’s body reacted—the way it twitched under her. She could feel the tension building in Paige, could hear the shallow breaths escaping her, and it made her smile inwardly. She loved how much patience she had to remind Paige to have each time.

Paige shifted slightly, her fingers digging into Azzi’s shoulders slightly, trying to keep her cool. She let out a frustrated breath. “Baby, please,” she whispered, her voice already a little horse with desire. “You’re killing me here.”

Azzi’s lips lingered on Paige’s waist, and she pulled back to look up at her, a glint in her eyes. “What did I tell you about rushing me?”

Paige let out a breathless laugh. “Not rush. But you know what you’re doing to me,” she said, her voice shaky. She swallowed, her hands instinctively moving to Azzi’s hair, tugging her closer. “Just... don’t make me wait no more.”

Azzi hummed softly, her lips brushing against Paige’s waist again, this time suck softly right above her waistband which seemed to drive Paige crazy. “You think I don’t know?” Azzi teased, her fingers pressing into Paige’s sides as if to remind her just how in control she was. “You get so impatient right here, don’t you? Sensitive?”

Paige let out a small, shaky laugh, her body stiffening as she tried to keep herself in check. “I can’t help it. You know what you do to me,” she admitted. “I just... want you, Azzi.”

Azzi smiled, leaning in and brushing her lips along Paige’s skin again before teasingly biting the spot just above her waist. Paige inhaled sharply, her hands tightening in Azzi’s hair, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “You’re not making it any easier,” Paige murmured, half laughing, half groaning.

“You really want me to hurry up, baby?”

Paige let out a frustrated, yet satisfied sigh, biting her lip. “Yes, please,” she whispered, her fingers now lightly massaging Azzi’s scalp as she attempted to push her head closer, needing more, aching for more. “You know I can’t stand being teased like this.”

Azzi’s smile widened against her skin. “I think you can handle it,” she teased. “Just a little more patience, I’m almost there,”

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her composure, but the way Azzi was taking her time, deliberately testing her patience, made everything seem much more intense. “I don’t think I can gorgeous,” she breathed, almost pleading. “Please baby...”

“You’re beautiful when you beg,” Azzi murmured with a smile. She reaches for the waistband of Paige’s boxers and Paige immediately lifts her hips to make it easier for her girlfriend to discard them.

Paige let out a frustrated whine, her fingers gripping the sheets when Azzi blew slightly on her center. “Azzi,” she breathed. “You’re—” She cut herself off with a shaky exhale as Azzi’s lips brushed against her folds, barely there, but enough to make her squirm.

Azzi smirked, feeling Paige’s body tense beneath her. “What was that?” she teased, pressing another soft kiss to the same spot.

Paige groaned, dropping her head back against the pillows. “You know what,” she mumbled, her hands flexing. “You’re teasing me on purpose.”

Azzi hummed in consideration, her fingers pressing lightly into Paige’s thighs, just enough to make her want more. “Maybe,” she admitted. She placed another featherlight kiss, her breath warm. “But can you blame me? You’re just so pretty like this.”

Paige inhaled sharply, her back arching slightly off the bed. “Azzi,” she warned, but it came out more like a plea.

Azzi chuckled, her hands moving up to grip Paige’s hips firmly as she felt her shifting beneath her. “You’re so needy,” she murmured.

Just the feeling of Azzi’s breath against her core had Paige’s body reacting, her legs twitching slightly, her stomach tensing under the sensation. She tried to push herself toward Azzi’s mouth, desperate for more, but Azzi’s grip tightened, steadying her.

“Stay still, baby,” Azzi whispered.

Paige exhaled shakily, biting her lip. Azzi let the moment linger, watching her with that smile before finally relenting.

She swipes her tongue across Paige’s center feeling her legs twitch slightly at the feeling making her chuckle. Deciding to fully put Paige out of her misery she starts working her tongue across her girlfriend’s core. She starts slowly using her lips and tongue perfectly knowing exactly how Paige likes it.

She looks up to find Paige looking down at her in complete awe, her blue eyes glazed over, her jaw slightly parted. This causes Azzi to smirk as she sucks Paige’s clit into her mouth gently, deliberately holding eye contact.

Paige immediately throws her head back against the pillow mumbling out, “Oh my fucking God.”

Azzi's eyes flickered up again, a small smile tugging at her lips as she mumbled out, “You like it?"

Paige nodded, her chest rising and falling faster as Azzi builds her up. "I fucking love it," she whispers as she pushes closer to Azzi’s mouth.

Azzi let out a satisfied hum—she always loved how vocal Paige was during sex. How worked up she could get her. “I love hearing you baby.” When she doesn’t get anything in response besides a few breathy whimpers Azzi starts slowly but deliberately tracing the letters of her name as she eats Paige.

Paige couldn't hold back the quiet gasp that escaped her throat when she realized what Azzi was doing. She opened her eyes looking down at Azzi. Her breath was shaky as she whispered, "Why you doing that?"

Azzi looked up her lips wet as she smirked. "It's mine, right?"

Paige's body responded immediately, a groan escaping her lips as her head fell back against the pillows again. She loved when Azzi talked like that. When Azzi made it clear that she knew Paige belonged to her and only her.

Azzi sucked a little harshly on Paige's clit, the slight sting mixing with the pleasure, as Paige moaned softly.

"You didn't answer me."

Paige's heart raced, as she tried to control the rise and fall of her chest. She reached down, her hands pushing Azzi closer to her. "Yes yes, it's yours," she whispered urgently, pressing herself into Azzi. "I'm sorry... just don't stop..feels too good."

Azzi does exactly as she’s told, working her tongue expertly across the entirety of Paige’s center. Occasionally dipping her tongue into Paige’s entrance and lapping at it before repeating the process.

Paige melts further into the mattress, her eyes naturally rolling back as she drops her jaw. “Oh shit mama…there you go baby just like that.”

It had been a while, in their terms, so Azzi wasn’t surprised when she felt Paige’s legs start to shake under her. She murmured a soft compliment against her skin, her voice hushed as she worked her girlfriend up. "You're so beautiful... can't get enough of you P. You always taste so good for me.”

Paige choked on her breath as she let out a soft whine, nodding her head against the pillows, not even bothering with words.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her chin dripping with Paige’s wetness. "You good?" she whispered.

Paige once again didn't bother with a response, the feeling in her stomach too intense to form words. Instead she just pushed Azzi's head back down, letting out a whimper when Azzi attached her mouth to her again.

Paige let out breathy moans, her head pressing deeper into the pillows as her hands stayed firmly on Azzi’s head. She tried to push herself further into Azzi’s mouth, desperate to feel her girlfriend more than she already was, but Azzi held her hips down, resisting with an amused hum as she lapped at Paige like she had all the time in the world.

“Mmm, Azzi, come on,” Paige murmured, her words already slurring slightly. “Need you inside, baby…don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean,” she murmured against her skin.

Paige groaned when she felt Azzi’s tongue dip inside her again, her hands tightening their grip. Her words tumbling out in a dazed rush, “You're—fuck, so—just please.”

Azzi grinned, feeling Paige’s muscles tense beneath her mouth. “Baby, what are you even saying?” She whispered.

Paige whined in response, frustrated with how composed Azzi sounded while she was barely holding it together. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her fingers flexing in desperation. “I can’t think, I just—” She exhaled sharply, her words dissolving into a quiet moan as Azzi pressed her tongue deeper

Azzi smirked, loving how easily Paige came undone for her. She slowly ran her hands up and down Paige’s thighs, keeping her firmly in place as she murmured, “I love when you get like this.”

Paige whimpered, her entire body feeling like it’s on fire.

Azzi’s smile deepened as she tightened her grip on Paige’s hips, steadying her. “Look at me, P,” she mumbled, her voice commanding.

Paige let out a shaky breath, forcing her eyes open to meet Azzi’s gaze. The moment their eyes locked, Azzi swore she felt her chest tighten. Paige’s hair was a mess, her blue eyes dark and hooded, her cheeks flushed that beautiful shade of pink that drove Azzi absolutely insane.

Azzi exhaled, her fingers flexing against Paige’s skin. “You look so fucked out baby,” she murmured, almost in awe.

Paige, still lost in the haze of sensation, barely processed the words before whispering back, “I am baby—fuck…I am.”

Azzi let out a soft, breathless laugh before dipping her head down again. Paige squeezed her eyes shut, throwing an arm over her face. A second later, she mumbled something completely incoherent, her words slurring together into a mess/

Azzi grinned, leaning in closer as she moved her tongue quicker, the sound filling the room as she finally worked to give Paige the release she wanted.

“Oh shit…Fuck mama just like that…keep going just like that Azzi baby.” Paige's grip on Azzi’s head tightened as she pushed herself into Azzi’s face.

The heat in Paige’s stomach became too much and before she knew it her thighs were squeezing around Azzi’s head as she whimpered out, “Imma cum... Fuck imma cum baby don’t stop."

Within a few seconds Azzi could taste Paige filling her mouth as she let out a series of quiet moans grinding against Azzi’s face to ride out her orgasm.

Azzi hums as she cleans Paige up whispering, “You always feel so good in my mouth baby.”

These words only cause Paige to let out another whimper as she pulls Azzi up toward her by her shoulders crashing their lips together in a deep kiss. Azzi hummed into it, melting against Paige as she rested against her legs.

Paige’s hands moved instinctively, tracing along Azzi’s waist as she seamlessly flipped their positions. Just as she started to lower herself, intent on returning the favor, Azzi’s hands gripped her shoulders.

“Wait,” Azzi whispered.

Paige froze, her lips hovering just above Azzi’s skin as she looked up, eyes dark. “Wassup?”

Azzi bit her lip, glancing toward the closet before meeting Paige’s gaze again. “Can you go get it?”

Paige furrowed her brows, still slightly dazed, as she hovered over Azzi. “Get what?” she whispered, her voice still a little breathy.

Azzi nodded toward the closet again. Paige followed her gaze, and realization hit her. A smirk grew on her face as she asked, "Which one?"

"The big one."

Paige raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" she asked, her voice a little lower now. "It's been a while since we’ve used one.”

Instead of answering right away, Azzi reached for Paige’s hand, guiding it into her shorts. She ran Paige’s fingers through her folds, silently showing her girlfriend how worked up she already was.

Paige swallowed at the feeling, her jaw tightening. She let out a slow breath through her nose, nodding. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Yeah.”

She pulled away, stepping off the bed and made her way toward the closet. Azzi watched her go, her pulse already racing in anticipation.

Paige strode back over to the bed, a smile tugging at her lips as she held Azzi’s gaze. She ran a hand down Azzi’s side.

"You gonna put it on for me?" Paige murmured, tilting her head.

Azzi bit her lip, her eyes flickering between Paige and the strap in her hands. After a beat, she nodded, reaching up to take it from her. She shifted closer, her fingers brushing over Paige’s skin as she helped adjust everything, her movements familiar.

Just before she pulled it up to tighten it, Azzi paused racing over into the nightstand, feeling around for something. When she finally grabbed what she was looking for, Paige’s eyes flickered down, and she let out a low chuckle, shaking her head.

“You’re crazy,” Paige whispered.

Azzi just grinned up at her, biting her lip as she looked Paige over. “You love it.”

Paige exhaled through her nose as Azzi ran her fingers down her stomach before sliding the vibrator in and pulling everything into place.

Paige got back on the bed hovering over Azzi as she placed gentle, lingering kisses along Azzi’s collarbone. Azzi’s hands found their way into Paige’s hair, her fingers gently massaging her scalp, guiding Paige closer. The heat between them growing again almost immediately.

Paige pulled back slightly, her lips brushing over Azzi’s neck as she muttered, “Too many clothes.”

Azzi smiled. “Help me then.”

With a grin, Paige sat up, her hands already working at the hem of Azzi’s shirt. She pushed it up over Azzi’s stomach exposing her piercing, before Azzi lifted slightly to help. Paige tossed the shirt aside, her mouth immediately falling to the soft skin of Azzi’s breast.

Azzi let out a quiet sigh as Paige rested her head there for a moment, her fingers trailing gently over Azzi’s sides. “So perfect,” Paige murmured.

Azzi chuckled softly, her hand caressing Paige’s back. “You always say that.”

Paige smiled against Azzi’s chest, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “Because it’s true baby.”

Paige let her hands drift over Azzi’s sides as she pressed another kiss to Azzi’s collarbone, then lower, her lips barely grazing over her skin as she made her way down.

Azzi shivered beneath her, fingers threading through Paige’s hair before slipping down to her shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Look who's taking their time now, huh?” she murmured, her voice already breathy.

Paige smirked, shifting slightly so their hands could find each other, fingers interlacing. “Mhm,” she hummed, bringing Azzi’s knuckles to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there before returning to her slow descent. “Thought you liked it when I take my time.”

Azzi exhaled her grip tightening around Paige’s hand. “I do,” she admitted, her other hand trailing up the back of Paige’s neck, her nails scratching lightly.

Paige glanced up. “Then relax, pretty girl,” she whispered, squeezing Azzi’s hand before letting their fingers untangle so she could map out more of Azzi’s skin. “Let me enjoy you.”

Azzi swallowed, her breathing uneven as she let Paige explore her body for what was probably the thousandth time. Eventually Paige dipped her head lower, her mouth lingering over the spot just above Azzi’s hip.

Azzi’s body betrayed her, arching slightly, a quiet curse slipping off her tongue as she tangled her fingers with Paige’s again. “Paige,” she breathed, a plea wrapped in warning.

Paige grinned, biting down gently at Azzi’s hip before soothing it with a kiss. “You’re already squirming,” she teased.

Azzi bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as she exhaled. “Because it’s you baby.”

“I got you,” she murmured.

Paige's hands moved down to Azzi’s shorts pulling them down and her underwear down, her eyes following the string of wetness that follows as she tugs them down.

Paige licked her lips as she murmured, “Damn, baby… it’s like that?”

Azzi sighed, her grip on Paige’s shoulders tightening as she nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, eyes locked on Paige’s. “It’s like that.”

Paige’s fingers traced slow patterns along Azzi’s thighs, her touch barely there. “So pretty,” she mumbled, gaze flickering downward before she paused. Her voice dropped even lower, almost a request, almost a demand. “Open up baby. Lemme see.”

Azzi swallowed, her pulse quickening at the weight behind Paige’s words. Slowly, she nods, spreading her legs further for Paige to see.

Paige shakes her head in awe before sinking down to be eye level with Azzi’s core. She mumbles out, “Swear I could die in this shit mama,” before immediately swiping her tongue across Azzi’s center.

Azzi sighs at the feeling and she can’t help but smile, rubbing Paige’s head when she hears her mumble, “Taste like heaven.”

Azzi whispers, “Feels like heaven too baby.”

Paige hums as she begins to drag her tongue across every portion of Azzi she can reach. Like it’s the last time she’ll ever have her.

“Jesus Christ,” Azzi gasps, tightening her hands in Paige’s hair trying to find some resemblance of control as her nerves immediately start firing in every direction. The only thing she can feel is Paige’s mouth and tongue working perfectly together in tandem—the only thing she can hear is Paige’s low hums and her wetness filling the room.

Paige is completely focused on drawing sounds out of her girlfriend. Her hands wrapped around her thighs to pull her closer. Her tongue hitting every spot she knows Azzi loves with ease.

After not even a minute Azzi’s fingers tangled in Paige’s hair are tugging just enough to make Paige look up at her. The dazed look in Paige’s eyes, her lips slightly swollen and wet, sent a wave of heat through Azzi’s body.

Paige blinked, her voice soft. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Azzi swallowed hard, her grip tightening. “I need you,” she admitted, her voice nearly a plea. “I can’t wait baby.”

Paige smirked, her hands still resting on Azzi’s waist. “I just started.”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “I promise you can do whatever you want later,” she whispered, her thumb brushing against Paige’s cheek. “I just need you.”

Paige’s smirk softened, she nodded. “Okay,” she murmured, placing one last lingering kiss against Azzi’s clit before trailing back up her body.

Paige came back up to be eye level with Azzi, her breath warm against her lips as she leaned down, capturing her kiss. Azzi sighed into it, her fingers threading through Paige’s hair, keeping her close.

Paige trailed her lips down Azzi’s jaw, then lower, pressing a kiss to her neck before murmuring, “Wassup? How you want it?”

Azzi hummed, tilting her head to give Paige more access as she slid her hands down Paige’s back. “I’m in charge today.”

Paige chuckled against her neck. “Word?”

Azzi smirked, pulling Paige even closer. “Mhmm. Just for a little bit.”

Paige let out a low laugh, her hands settling on Azzi’s waist. “Alright, baby—”

Before she could finish, Azzi flipped them over, straddling Paige as she settled above her. Paige’s hands instinctively found Azzi’s hips as she looked up at her with an amused expression. “You need help?”

Azzi shook her head no as she slowly eased on to the strap almost effortlessly, her hands resting on Paige’s stomach for leverage. Her fingers flexed slightly at the feeling, pressing into Paige’s skin as her eyes fluttered closed.

Paige swallowed, her own hands gripping Azzi’s waist as she took in the sight of her. Completely in awe of how easily she sunk herself onto the full length, the way she was already dripping on Paige’s thighs. “That’s crazy,” she mumbled.

Azzi still hadn’t said anything, her chest rising and falling in a slightly labored rhythm. Her eyes remained closed, as if she was feeling everything, soaking in the feeling. When she finally opened her eyes, they were completely dilated.

Azzi tilted her head to the side, her curly hair flipped in one direction and a smirk playing on her lips as she locked eyes with Paige. Her hands flexed slightly against Paige’s stomach, nails scratching lightly over her skin in a way that made Paige’s breath hitch.

“You good down there?”

Paige just shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “I fall more in love with you every day,” she whispered, her hands sliding up to grip Azzi’s waist.

Azzi knew it was true—she could see it in Paige’s eyes, feel it in the way she held her—but she still let out a breathy, playful laugh. “You’re only saying that because of what I’m about to do.”

Paige huffed out a laugh. “Definitely makes it easier.”

Azzi hummed at this and with slow movements she starts to roll her hips as she moves up and down the strap. Feeling it hit somewhere deep in her stomach she can’t help but whimper out, “Oh fuck,” as her eyes flutter closed at the feeling.

Paige whispers out, “You’re already taking it like such a good girl mama.”

Azzi let out a breathy sigh, her voice coming out in a soft, bratty whisper. “Help me, P.”

Paige licked her lips before she nodded, hands sliding to Azzi’s ass, gripping her firmly as she helped her move. Her touch was steady, guiding, making sure Azzi was taking it exactly how she wanted.

Azzi exhaled sharply, her fingers pressing into Paige’s stomach for stability. “That’s it,” she murmured, biting her lip as she looked down at Paige.

Paige smirked up at her. “Thought you said you didn’t need help.”

Azzi huffed, rolling her eyes but leaning down, brushing her lips against Paige’s jaw. “Shut up,” she mumbled before pressing a soft kiss there.

Paige chuckled, her grip on Azzi tightening. “Mmm, make me.”

Azzi pulled back just enough to meet Paige’s gaze before smiling. She reaches over to the nightstand and clicks on the vibrator.

Azzi expects Paige to gasp at the feeling but she just licks her lips as she starts rolling her hips to meet Azzi’s movements. So instead Azzi grabs Paige’s hands from her ass moving them up and pressing them down on either side of her head.

Paige exhaled, her smirk faltering for just a second as she felt the warmth of Azzi’s hands pinning her down and the extra pressure of Azzi leaning forward. “Mmm, it’s like that?”

Azzi nodded, leaning in until their lips were barely touching. “It’s like that.”

Their lips met, slow at first, a teasing push and pull as Azzi intertwined their fingers over Paige’s head, pressing their hands into the mattress. Paige let out a soft sigh into the kiss, tilting her chin up to deepen it. Azzi took her time, savoring the moment, her lips moving with control, making sure Paige only felt what she wanted her to feel.

But as the seconds stretched, patience started to run thin. Azzi pushed herself closer, her body molding against Paige’s, and the kiss shifted—no longer controlled. It turned hungry and a little desperate, the sound of their breathing filling the space between them as they lost themselves in each other. Paige squeezed Azzi’s hands in her own, tilting her head to chase Azzi’s lips every time she pulled back for air.

Azzi let out a small, needy sound against her mouth, and Paige groaned in response, “Oh shit baby..feels too good.”

"I know," Azzi whimpers out. The feeling of Paige’s hips meeting hers becoming overwhelming as heat pools in her stomach.

It doesn’t take long for both of their movements to become erratic as the heat between them threatens to spill over.

"I’m close baby.” Azzi whispers near Paige’s ear, her fingers tightening around Paige’s hand.

"It’s ok mama..been such a good girl for me. You can let go baby," Paige rambles, her own voice getting breathless.

Hearing Paige’s words is all it takes for Azzi to let the pleasure take over, desperate moans and her girlfriend’s name rolling off her tongue in succession as she rolls her hips to extend the pleasure for as long as she can.

Paige takes Azzi’s movements as her wanting more so she flips them over before sliding back into Azzi with ease.

"Ohh shit baby.” Azzi whimpers out as Paige starts working her hips at the perfect pace.

“Fuck baby, you so perfect I swear," Paige mumbles out, as she speeds up her pace resting her forehead on Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi pushes at Paige’s waist trying to ease the way she’s pushing into her as she cries out, “P…I can’t—it’s too— too much baby.”

Paige immediately stills despite how close she feels and looks down at Azzi through hooded eyes, “I’m hurting you beautiful?”

Azzi shook her head quickly, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second before meeting Paige’s gaze again. “No,” she whimpered, overwhelmed but not wanting her to stop.

Paige studied her for a moment, searching her face before nodding and starting moving her hips again, this time a little slower.

It doesn’t take long for her to speed up again, hitting a spot deep in Azzi’s abdomen.

Azzi managed to choke out Paige’s name but no other words escaped her lips as she felt herself being consumed by what the blonde was doing to her.

Paige’s fingers tangled in Azzi’s hair, as she started to thrust deeper, pulling out completely before easing back in. "Swear you were made for me," Paige whispered, her voice a clear indication of how close she was.

"Mhmm..yes baby right there—shit baby,” Azzi whimpers scratching at Paige’s shoulders as her stomach tightens.

"You wanna cum for me pretty girl?" Paige whispers.

"Yes baby…please—keep fucking me just like that.” The feeling has Azzi’s eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck you sound so pretty—gonna make me cum baby..Im–" Paige can’t even finish her sentence as she comes undone on top of Azzi letting out a string of whispers of how good she feels.

The sound of her girlfriend is enough to send Azzi off the edge as she lets out a string of high pitched moans, her legs shaking from the sensitivity of coming undone in such quick succession.

Paige helps Azzi ride out her high, praising her as she sloppily kisses her chest before she’s pulling the strap out and collapsing on Azzi like dead weight.

Azzi huffed out a soft laugh, running her fingers lazily through Paige’s hair as she felt her girlfriend fully relax against her.

“Turn it off”

Azzi chuckles tiredly, reaching over to the nightstand without even opening her eyes. She clicked the remote, and the soft hum filling the room instantly stopped.

Their heavy breathing lingered in the silence, and Paige shifted slightly, pressing a lazy kiss to Azzi’s collarbone. Azzi hummed, running her fingers through Paige’s messy hair, nails scratching lightly against her scalp.

Paige smiled against her skin, mumbling, “You feel better?” Her tone was playful.

Azzi exhaled a laugh, still catching her breath, before mumbling, “Fuck you.”

Paige grinned, tilting her head up as she whispered, “Already did.”

Without moving from where she was laying Paige tugs off the harness, dropping it at the end of the bed.

“We getting dressed?” Azzi asked, her voice still raspy.

Paige didn’t even bother lifting her head. Instead, she pulled Azzi closer, nuzzling into her chest with a sleepy sigh. “Nope. M’sleepy.”

Azzi smiled, wrapping her arms around Paige’s shoulders as she traced absent patterns on her bare back.

Paige mumbled sleepily against Azzi’s skin, her words slurred with exhaustion from their long day. “Can’t wait to marry you, baby momma…”

Azzi’s fingers, which had been lazily tracing over Paige’s back, paused for a second before she sighed. “Paige Madison.”

Paige laughed, her breath warm against Azzi’s chest. “I love you, wifey.”

Azzi shook her head fondly, tightening her hold around Paige as she whispered back, “I love you too, baby.”

With that, they both drifted off within a few minutes. Ending their night tangled together like they had done for years.

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prinzrupprecht · 9 months ago

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Asking them if you’re their type

Featuring: Susano’o, Loki, Qin, and Apollo ( part 1 )

Ight new series! And yes, established relationship.

Part 2.

Warnings? Mostly fluff.

Susano’o

Being the wife of the sword god, you must’ve impressed him somehow. Well, you were yet you were having doubts about why he asked for your hand in marriage of all the women he could’ve wanted.

You were an ordinary fighter. You used the legendary Kusanagi no Tsurugi sword and created new wind-style techniques. While Susano’o used the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi. Was it by luck you had created such a fine blade? Susano’o had spotted you training one day and was acting crazy over your techniques.

He begged you to teach him your kenjutsu techniques that you’ve learnt from humans. In a way, you liked how he was super fun to be around with until he told everyone from the Shinto pantheon that you were his wife. It was supposed to be a secret to keep quiet. Amaterasu? You were certain she wanted to kill you. However, you were a female sword goddess like Susano’o except you weren’t for the seas and storms. You represented warm breezes and spring. They found you as the perfect match for him.

“Oh no, he’s gone somewhere again…” you mumbled looking ahead over the hill but Susano’o was already fighting in a new battle showing off his sword skills.

“You see that! It barely scratched me,” Susano’o was enthusiastic despite all the humans that watched him kill such a beast to save them. He was dressed and disguised differently when he was around them. You haven’t been a saviour to anyone unlike him. Your insecurities were eating at you more. Were you really supposed to be his wife? On a good note, he had no interest in other women or wanted to take on concubines or a second wife.

You two walked towards your small lodge home in the Honshu region. Susano’o always changes back to his normal form and appearance when he’s alone with you or those who were considered his family from the Shinto Temple. It’s very rare he would socialize with humans and it’s against the rules for you and him to actually talk to humans.

He was very affectionate, but mostly it’s him holding you in his lap and talking in your ear about his passions with the sword. You loved listening to him and falling asleep soundlessly on him. You always woke up being suffocated by his big arms holding you in place.

As the two of you returned, you turned to your loving husband and asked him the question that had been bothering you. “Susano’o-san, why did you ask me to be your wife? Am I really your type? Sometimes it feels like our personalities are different,” you felt a sting of embarrassment stir in your lower abdomen waiting for him to answer.

His face turned serious as he stopped what he was doing— sharpening his sword as soon as you two returned. His mouth gaped and you stood frozen a few feet away from him. “I never felt more like myself around someone who understands me. What’s better than not having the sword goddess with the sword god? So of course, you’re my type in every way possible!” One of his hands cupped one side of your cheek.

“What if I said no to your proposal?” You were acting innocent and he gave you a puzzled stare.

“I don’t think I would’ve taken no for an answer,” his response made your heart beat faster as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Loki

You loved him; everything about him. Even accepting his weird side. Was it normal? No. He used to tell you he had a massive crush on Brunhilde before you came along and cured him. Massive? Why would he tell you that? Loki normally wasn’t honest about such things regarding his feelings. You had wondered if he was toying with you once again.

You weren’t a goddess of trickery so you had no idea how you made him move on and treat you as his woman. You have always liked him since childhood. Yet, it turns out he had a thing for the Valkyrie woman and you never knew about it. A part of you was happy he had used you as a stepping stone to move on from Brunhilde— someone who would’ve never liked him back. You wanted to believe you weren’t a rebound, but the doubts were still there. He doesn’t mention her and only pays attention to you mostly.

He even gets jealous of other men who were guards of Asgard that compliment you. You wondered what made him like you. You weren’t anything like Brunhilde at all. She was brave and cold towards others. You were quiet, shy and very observant of your surroundings.

You were fixing up one of the gowns Loki had gotten you. It had a bad tear in it and you wanted to fix it up and wear it for him. You were using a sewing machine before Loki barged into your room. “Where were you? Thor said you didn’t appear at the main hall to greet some of our guests.” Loki saw you holding the gown in your hands. It was all torn up and you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“What happened? I’ll get you anoth— actually, I’ll fix it.” Loki started to feel bad that the gown he got you had a tear in it, and you didn’t make an appearance with him to the meeting with some important gods of the pantheon.

“One of the cats got spooked when I entered my room and had accidentally ripped the dress a bit that was hung up while running out of the room. I wanted to fix it and wear it… for you.” You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Loki was embarrassed realizing he was the cat and fell speechless for a moment. Why did you want to fix such a thing that he found in the commoner’s section of the palace? He didn’t want to tell you that but a deep part of him felt saddened you were going through such lengths for this dress he got you.

“Why not wear something else?” He grabbed your hands but you shook your head. Loki was puzzled for a moment but he knew he wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

He grabbed one of the needles and attached the string to it. He was using magic to sew it up quicker than the machine.

“Done. Are you happy?”

“One more thing before I put it on and be yours for the night.” You nodded. Weren’t you already his? Loki had thought but didn’t say anything.

“Am I really your type? Like wouldn’t everyone there find me… too different to be with you?” You brought the dress up to your face to cover your embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t be going to such extreme lengths to keep you with me if I didn’t like you. I’d prefer you like this and not anything like me. Now, put this on and it’s not for one night. You mean more than that to me,” he lifted your chin up with his index finger.

You nodded gleefully and happy with his answer. You were certain he was telling the truth.

Qin Shi Huang

You were his empress, named and married to him. Despite his reluctance in wanting to marry anyone before he met you— a hard-headed woman who didn’t want any man to sway you. You fought against his army to survive. He was conquering lands and is the emperor and king of the Qin dynasty period of China.

You couldn’t tolerate him in the beginning. He liked ruling and ordering people around. However, you didn’t care who he was. Royal or commoner, everyone was the same to you. Zheng saw you as someone he wanted and desired. It felt impossible for him to obtain despite your reluctance and hard-headed nature.

“I heard you were giving the maids a bit of a hard time earlier,” Zheng walked into your shared room with a curious look on his face despite the blindfold. He was right but also had it wrong. You overheard them talking about how they wanted to be his mistress despite he was yours. It’s not uncommon for imperial rulers to have multiple wives, consorts or mistresses when the man is bored. You had torn down Zheng’s proposals to be his woman many times. He still never gave up but something in you snapped at those maids.

Chasing a man who is already married? How disrespectful. “Sorry for my behaviour, they said some things I didn’t like.” You muttered before turning your head away from him in embarrassment. You were trying to conceal your face from him.

“They upset you? Shall I have them punished—"

“N–No, not at all!” Your voice must’ve squeaked when he suggested punishment. Qin was oblivious to what others felt about him, but his eyes were only glued to you.

Qin walked towards you before forcing your face to look up to him. He took his blindfold off since you two were alone. He was going to speak once again to not let others get to you.

Your insecurities have been eating at you lately and you spoke before he did. “Zheng… am I really your type?” You were flustered but he was not.

“Ha, what? My type? What does that suppose to mean? I just like what I see and if I want something, I’ll do whatever in my power to achieve that. Is that a perfect answer for you, my empress?” He leaned in to call you his empress. Your heart must’ve jumped to your throat. You had no idea what to say to that. He wanted you for a long time and now he has you?

You were satisfied and sighed showing how weak you were in front of him. Only he was able to get you this flustered and feeling vulnerable around him. He loved it and loved making you a mess during private times.

Apollo

Being the wife of Apollo came with a lot of work. Previously you were just a lower-ranked deity of the Greek pantheon that served the Olympus Palace. Apollo didn’t care that much about your existence in the beginning, but it bothered him that you weren’t into him or swayed by his beauty. It dented his ego and turned him into someone who chased you and not the other way around.

Oh, how you miss the old days of being someone who wasn’t very important to anyone. You were quiet, shy and liked to read on your own without being bothered. You were a deity of knowledge and wisdom. You liked history and watching over humanity to learn about their existence. Your whole purpose was to learn and expand your knowledge. Why or how did Apollo come to like you? It was a mystery to you.

You hated the women he used to surround himself with constantly. Not because you were jealous, they were constantly fawning over him and melting in the halls in his presence. It made you uncomfortable how they talked about him a lot when all you cared about was the library and archives. You never cared about getting to know the other gods at the Olympus palace, but maybe because of how different you were made the sun god fall for you.

Apollo had followed you into the archives numerous times considering he was also the God of Philosophy and wanted to get to know the woman obsessed with knowledge. Was he that fascinated with you? He would comment about how your beauty exceeds others and had asked for your hand in marriage. You told him no unless you were the only one which you had hoped he’d leave and decline your request. However, he accepted it. Were you surprised? Yes. He had to give up some part of him just so he could have you to himself. He hasn’t touched any other woman other than you since.

This brought you to wonder why you? Were you his type? What even is his type? He always told others you were his wife. It’s been several years since then. You had lost count. He was busy with many things regarding the Greek pantheon. Whenever Zeus asked him to do something, he was quick to his feet to do it.

You loved him and it took time to realize it. Apollo was deeply in love with everything about you in the beginning. You were sitting alone while reading in the library thinking about your husband. “Why are you still here? It’s late.” You heard Apollo’s voice near the entrance of the room from behind. Oh, it was late? You didn’t say much but closed the book and smiled. Immediately Apollo knew something was wrong and walked over to you to see what you were doing. He picked up one of the books that were lying in front of you on your desk. Romance novels? You never read fiction. You always preferred research.

“I didn’t take you for being into this sort of thing?” he placed the book back down on the desk. You weren’t embarrassed in all honestly. He was someone that was easy to open up to.

“I’m just curious, humans that have written these books over the years must’ve experienced or strongly desire the connection with someone… am I someone you wanted that connection with? Sometimes I feel like… I’m not your type.” Your question made Apollo reach for your hands and hold them.

He hummed, “there’s no such thing as being my type. My type is someone who I deem worthy of my love. What a rhetorical thing to ask, but I can’t deny the connection I felt for you, in the beginning, was something more deep than a simple desire. Did I want you? You already know the answer to that but since you like the comfort of hearing it from me, then yes, I was very interested in you from the start.” His response had you feeling weak for him more.

“Let’s head to bed, or do you want me to keep you awake?” He leaned in your ear as one hand cupped your left cheek.

You weren’t going to get much sleep that night and you were right.

Note: part 2 has no ETA release date. May take a day break unless I get a request that piques my interest.

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prncessrindou · 13 days ago

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rindou is the type of man to just be on his phone or playing a console, just laying back with an oversized hoodie covering his bod, with his cute lil gf cuddled under his hoodie with him. he’s not even paying attention either, omfg, he’s literally just so lazer focused on his game that he barely registers your little arms wrapped around him and hair peaking out from the hoodie underneath his chin.

ueueueueuee fluff w/ rinnie,,,, have fun w/ this,, feel free to take this as a req if u want pft i just wanted to send a thought since i saw u wanted fluffy rinrin stuff!! (≧∇≦)

rindou been on the game console all day. you’d hear him curse if he lost a game or yawn occasionally, but it was looking like he was going to be on it for a while.

suddenly, you saw he was wearing one of his oversized hoodies and a idea popped up in your head.

you got in bed next to him and lifted his hoodie up, going underneath it and wrapping your arms around him.

rindou noticed what you were doing, but he was too laser focused on his game to be asking you questions about it. he figured you were cold and decided to warm up, in a weird but cute way.

your fingertips trailed up and down his chest and stomach, feeling on his well toned hard abs. you pressed your lips against his abdomen, working your way up to his chest to the point your head was sticking out of the hoodie just a little bit.

“babe, what are you doing?” rindou asked, pausing the game and laying his controller on the bed next to him.

you poked your head out of the hoodie, “that’s the first time you’ve paused the game today!”

“yeah, so?”

“sooo, you been on it all day!” you replied, “take a break and cuddle with me, please..”

rindou sighed and rubbed his eyes, yawning again. you were right, he has been on the game the entire day so he guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a break and spend some time with you.

“ight..” he said, “but do that again, i liked it..”

“oh?” you teased, “do exactly what again?” you questioned.

“c’mon, just do it!”

“fine, fineee!” you giggled, dipping your head back off into his hoodie and kissing his bare chest.

rindou relaxed against the touch of your lips, slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. once you heard him snoring, you stopped — poking your head out of his hoodie and smiling at his pretty sleeping face.

you placed your lips on his cheek and kissed him, “sweet dreams, rinnie.” you murmured, lying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him and he too wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead all while his eyes were closed.

“didn’t i tell you about callin’ me that?”

“what? oh, rinnie? but it’s super cute!”

rindou grunted, “hush up and go to sleep already..”

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lewisvinga · 1 year ago

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my diamonds ! | lando norris x fem! streamer! reader

summary; while streaming, the topic of f1 comes up and y/n has no clue what it is until one of her followers suggested for her to search up lando.

fc; tinakitten

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; no stream today! i’m going somewhere special n fun today :)))] [caption 2; 😁😁😁]

landonorris replied to your story !

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landonorris root for me and mclaren and i’ll give you your diamonds back 😌😌

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yourusername DEAL

yourusername but u gotta win or however this f1 thing works …. idk how it works

landonorris i’ll make it to the podium, how ‘bout that?😁

yourusername i like the sound of that😇

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liked by landonorris, yourbestfriend, and others !

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tagged; landonorris

landonorris: sure, honey!

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oscarpiastri: lando was painful to watch whenever he was with you tbh

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yourusername: lando norizz LMAOO

username: SHE WENT TO SILVERSTONE??

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username: whatd u do for lando to go🖕 ??😭

yourusername: said i looked cuter than him and reminded him that i beat him in minecraft bed wars xxx

landonorris: well you ARE cuter than me, but you cheated🙄

yourusername: I DIDNT U JUST SUCK

landonorris: ur not getting ur diamonds

yourusername: LANDO?????

username: wait… they’d look so good as a couple

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yourbestfriend: FINALLY SOMEONE I CAN WATCH F1 WITH😫😫🤭

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landonorris: she cheered and ran to hug me when i got podium btw 🤗

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

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landonorris replied to your story !

landonorris i’ll give you back your diamonds 🙄🙄

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cloversnstrawberries · 5 months ago

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could you do platonic leon kennedy with his child that tried to escape him but failed, like how would he punish them?

"code 10-110" platonic!dad!yandere!leon s. kennedy & teen!runaway!gn!reader [oneshot] ! !

masterlist !

description; You know your dad meant well, but after he takes it way too far-- you decide to break free from his hold. Really, you should've known that you couldn't outrun him for long. After all, you were his kid, and he'd go to the end of the Earth to keep you safe (and by his side).

additional notes; hello!! i'm not sure if you aiming for headcanons or not, but i decided to do a oneshot!! i hope i did the concept justice,,, you're all very big brained when it comes to ideas. i love requests so much, because i don't think i ever would've come up with this idea; but i had so much fun writing it.

also, fun fact, i was in the gotham fandom for a long while!! i know a lot of police stuff because of that, so i vaguely remembered the "10 codes" from the get. 10-110 is a code for juvenile disturbance :D

warnings; Leon is Not Well, overprotectiveness, possessiveness, entrapment, running away, manipulation (more so of reader's environment more than reader themselves), cops/law enforcement, vague talk of violence/murder, and there ight be more I missed :[ if I missed one, please let me know! ^ ^

w/c; 4.5k

You didn't think you'd get this far.

Not for a lack of care in your plan-- no, you couldn't have been more careful as you planned everything and anything involved in your escape. Months passed before you enacted it. You bided your time, until you heard the birds outside start singing in the morning-- and when your dad came in to take away the space heater.

It was spring, and while you didn't know the exact date while locked away in a deceptively cozy, comfortable cell-- made to look like a bedroom, like your bedroom--, but he'd locked you away in September, so... around 5-6 months, you'd been holed up in there.

Your dad wasn't always like how is now, you think. Maybe there were traces of it-- but that was easily written off as him being a run-of-the-mill overprotective dad. He worked in law enforcement, he'd seen the worse humanity could offer and more.

And for that, you'd given him some slack. You tried not to snap at him when he made sure you weren't out of the house past 8, and that he had to have met a friend before you so much as hung out-- and god forbid sleepovers, those were reserved for only the most trustworthy friends with the must trustworthy of family.

There were a lot of rules when it came to interacting with you. Really, you tried not to let it get to you; but it was so... isolating. No one wanted to be your friend, and they especially didn't want to try and ask you out. It was like a death sentence, in their minds.

They took one look at your dad, and decided that'd he'd be the type to see you off to prom with a bullet in the head of your date. He's not like that. He doesn't kill people for it, for being near you or anything.

He'd never outwardly rude or violent about it either. But still, it was overbearing. It had gotten worse as you got older-- as he went on more missions, and after every one, he'd come back a little bit different.

A little bit more intense with his previously manageable protective nature-- you were starting to feel like a bird kept in a gilded cage. The list of rules he held you and your friends by was so long that even you couldn't keep track of it anymore,

Eventually, everyone left you. Ruled you off as the kid with a crazy dad that owns more guns and weapons then the average kid could've ever imagined.

You don't blame him for it-- not really. You understood it. He'd sat you down and explained to you time and time again, apologized for the way he was-- he just wanted you safe.

It all came to a head when he went a step too far.

15 minutes. That's all you'd been late by-- 15 goddamn minutes. He'd lowered the curfew from 8 to 7:30, then 7--

And eventually, it was down to fucking 5:00. You couldn't be out of the house without him being present after 5! Not even for a job! Nothing! He made no exceptions, and it irritated you to no end.

In an act of textbook teenage rebellion (not really, if you tried telling that to anyone around your age then they'd laugh in your face, call it a pathetic attempt at defiance) , you stayed out a little later than necessary. You popped into a gas station on the way back home from hanging out at the local library, got a bag of candy, and took your sweet old time walking home.

You knew there'd be consequences; but the ones you'd expected, like being unable to walk anywhere anymore, or losing privleges like your computer or TV, or even being grounded...

Well, safe to say that what he ended up choosing blew those other options far, far out of the water.

Anxiety curled in your gut as you thought about it more and more, the idea that you thought for sure you wouldn't make it this far. By no means did this make you feel any safer than you had before-- if anything, it puts you more on edge.

Honestly, you don't know what you thought you'd get out of this. You can't go to the cops-- you're just another runaway. Your dad hadn't skimped out on the story he wove about you,

When you first got out-- first pried your way out of that basement, bathed in mockingly warm light-- all the amenities your average teenager could ask for, save for the ability to leave--, you'd made the mistake of trying to head to the police station.

It was stupid, you realize. And nearly got yourself caught in less than 30 minutes-- they'd ushered you in, listened to your tale of how your dad trapped you down in a basement. The town had to have been buzzing, and you'd wrongfully assumed that your dad had been playing up the 'grieving father going through hell and back to try and find their kid'.

Luck. That's all you had on your side, pure, dumb luck that you got out of there in time. That the walls of the precinct were thin enough for you to hear the cops talking about you in the other room. They weren't much for hushed tones, which was stupid when they talking about someone in the room right next to them.

The chief had been called over, you think. Sounded like him. But regardless of who he was, what he said hit you like a ton of bricks, no matter the person behind it.

"You got Kennedy's kid? Ain't they sicker than a dog, though? Bedbound, didn't he say?" Then another one, the younger one that seemed the most trustworthy when she'd pulled you into the building, and gave you some water and a blanket, corrected the man, "He never said what kind of sick, sir. It might be... in their head, and I don't think he ever said bedbound. Just stuck in the house."

Blood rushed in your ears, grip tightening on the little paper cup in your hand. You fought against the primal urge to flee, to bolt straight up and scramble to the door you'd entered from; no regard for what or who you might of disturbed or knocked into/over.

Instead, you'd stood-- shaking, but trying to keep calm, and walked to the back. You headed out the employee entrance, where they'd clock in and out, you think.

You didn't run until you were a good ways away, until you got to a more residential part of the town. Frantically, like a startled animal, you darted past houses and through backyards; running in the general direction of a train track nearby.

God-- you don't know how you got it in your head that train hopping was the easiest way to hightail it out of there, but now, you're very much of the opinion that you will never do that again.

Maybe it was because it was your first time-- or maybe these things never get easier as you keep doing them-- but you were a hairs length away from losing a leg.

No.

You stayed on foot, or on greyhound buses and the occasional passenger train with the small bits of cash you could scrounge up before your escape from the house.

With no particular destination in mind, you found yourself in some non-descript, decrepit convenience store. The tiled floors were cracked and dirty, looking like they'd give you the black plague if you touched them head on; the fluorescent lights above bathed the store in a sickly sort of yellow hue, the buzzing seeming louder than it was supposed to be.

But hey, you weren't a code inspector. You'd gained nothing from ragging on the decrepit state of the place-- it was good enough, to grab some supplies. There were no bugs, and the displays were kept neat and clean; that's all you can really ask for, in a place like this.

When you got up to the checkout lane, the woman manning the register gave you a wary sort of look, on you've become rather accustomed to.

"Where you headin' to, sweetheart? I never seen you 'round these parts before." These sorts of conversations were a dime a dozen, you'd realized. It was only fair, for people to be worried about a random kid wandering about, seemingly unaccomponied by any guardian-- or even a friend.

But, you'd also become accustomed to answering these kinds of questions. To quickly shut them down with a soft hum and a "My aunt. I'm visiting her for a little bit."

You must've gone further south than you'd thought-- it was warm, and muggy, especially for spring. Her accent was heavier than you'd ever heard before, something you don't come across in the midwest. The kind of accent you only get if you've spent your whole life in the south, and never intend to leave it.

It might've been your lack of accent that set off alarm bells in her head, her hand stopping mid-scan. "What's her name, darl'? I bet I know her. Towns like these, you end up knowin' everyone by name."

Ah.

Yeah... that was a bit of a problem. Small towns and all-- but you can't really step into a big city either, yeah? It'd be crawling with cops, and you'd stick out like a sore thumb. Even more so than you do now.

"She's in the town over." You quickly pulled from your ass, but she didn't start scanning again "The next town is a 30 minute drive."

You bite your tongue, trying not to let irritation rise. She meant well, you're sure, but the longer you're here, the more of a chance you get discovered.

"I'm travelling by greyhound. The next bus comes in 10 minutes, and my bus stop is halfway across the city." There, that should put a fire under her feet, right? Make her start scanning again-- a solid enough answer to ease her worries, you hope.

For a moment, you were afraid she wouldn't. That'd she try to lead you to a backroom and call the cops, report a possible runaway. That was something that happened a lot, too. People who meant well, surely, but in the end-- all they could do was harm.

You don't want to think about how your dad would react. How he would punish you for this.

Then, as if angels were shining down from Heaven itself-- she started moving again, and the rest of the transaction went smoothly.

Though, the concern never eased from her eyes. You could still feel her gaze, piercing against your back as you made haste out of the convenience store.

Truth is, you... actually don't know when the next bus was. Or where it was going to. In all honesty, you'd been planning on taking a train out, but that wouldn't be here for a couple hours. You never did much research with it-- beyond making sure it wasn't going to some big city.

But, with a fire started under your own feet, you were forced back to the bus stop, and made to board the very next bus; no matter the desitination.

It seemed like your luck was running out now, as one-way country roads turned into four-lane highways, and when skyscrapers started coming into view; and the sign, declaring "ATLANTA - 5 MILES AHEAD"

You let yourself mumble a little curse, under your breath as you anxiously watched the traffic around you. This wasn't how this was meant to go. Yeah, you're in Georgia-- a far cry from the state of corn, wheat, and soy that you hail from, but still.

Not good.

It's almost certain your face was floating around on various TV programs, missing posters covering light posts and bulletin boards alike-- but you hoped and prayed to anything that'd listen that the efforts to make people aware of your disappearance hadn't stretched outside of your county, or at least your homestate.

But other than being caught, being in a city posed other risks. A lone-travelling teenager wasn't a good thing to be in places like these. You could easily get lost amongst the crowds, yes; but sometimes that worked in your favor, and sometimes it didn't.

This was not one of those times.

You hadn't showered in a while-- a week and a half. Gross? Sure, you'll admit that much; but showering wasn't on your top priority. Escaping your dad was your biggest concern right now, and personal hygiene wasn't something that could trump that need at any rate.

But that singled you out. You were dirty, looked homeless. As you cut through a park, you noticed that various hostile architecture covering nearly every bench around. Ads for Salvation Army and local homeless shelters right by them.

It was obvious this place wouldn't take too kindly to you, if they were trying as hard as you think they are at cracking down on homelessness.

Right before you could exit the park-- you noticed a cop. You eyed them, keeping watch, making sure they don't spot you. What was the chance, that they would? Or if they did, that they'd even care? It looked like they were on break, anyhow.

Just when you deemed yourself in the clear, enough to take your eyes off the officer and focus your gaze ahead of yourself, did you hear someone shout "Hey!"

Maybe it wasn't for you.

It probably wasn't,

but you couldn't take the chance. Regardless of the intent, of who it'd really been aimed it-- if it was even the cop that said it, you took off running. No doubt looking suspicious as hell, in the meanwhile.

Behind you, your paranoia was proven correct when you heard the same voice calling "We got a code 10-110 in Freedom park! Looks to be in early to mid teens, on foot!" You sped up at that-- you didn't recognize the code, obviously. You didn't spend too much time familiarizing yourself with police codes, y'know,

But it didn't bode well at all, how they started describing you to a goddamned T, right down to your brown, fur-lined bomber jacket you'd snagged from the coat closet back home.

You pushed your body harder, lungs burning and throat closing up with fear-- this can't be how it ends. It just can't. You won't let it, you'd rather jump in the Chattahoochee river and swim your way down to Florida then get caught like this.

In your panic, you lost your footing. A loose pebble worked its way under your shoe, and sent you tumbling forward and sprawled out on the hard, unforgiving concrete of a city sidewalk. People avoided you-- especially when, before you could even get up on your knees, the cop grabbed you and kept you down, shouting what sounded like gobble-dee-gook through the radio they'd unclipped from their hip.

In the end, it was a goddamn pebble that took you out! A pebble! You can't even be that mad, it was so ridiculous-- sure, if you thought harder, then that pebble never would've tripped you up if you weren't noticed and subsequently chased by that cop, and you never would've been in Atlanta if you hadn't lied through your teeth to that random, well-meaning southern lady--

You could do this all day, track all your little slights and mistakes to that one harrowing, terrible moment that it all came crashing down.

Two months and 17 days.

That's how long you'd made it.

That's it.

Really, you should be proud of yourself. Again, you never expected yourself to make it that long-- but still, it did nothing to quell that world-ending despair you felt that it'd come to an end.

If anything, it hurt more, that'd you'd lasted longer. You really thought you had a chance, only for a pebble to slip you up, and have shipped right back to your dads arms.

Right back to the basement, that's significantly more bare than before. There were still the basics, but all your magazines, books, journals, your TV, CD player, 3DS, PS3-- everything. Just... Everything was gone, except for the furniture, some clothes, and your blankets and pillows.

Though, he didn't take your stuffed animals. Maybe you should've felt insulted at that, find a way to twist it and make it seem like he was treating you as a child (which, for the record, he absolutely was; but for other reasons).

It'd just be a waste of energy, though. He was like a brick wall now-- those little flinches, the sad looks that'd sometimes find its way on his face, how his apologies sounded so genuine at times...

They were all gone, replaced with a cold sort of determination you'd only seen your dad have when he was working on a particularly high-stakes mission.

You curled up tighter, clutching the Invader Zim GIR plush you'd gotten for your 8th birthday closer to your chest; seeking whatever comfort you could, now that were back here.

Not even home. You refuse to think of this place as home anymore, especially not your dressed-up cell. Even if it had carpet floors instead of cold tiles, and the walls painted a sky blue instead of a dingy grey; you still saw it for what it was.

A prison. And while your dad might've tried to change your opinion on it before, after your little 'stunt', as he'd dubbed it, he all but leaned into your perception of the space.

You heard the door click. And once upon a time, you would've rushed to it; hoped that you could shoulder your way past your dad-- only for him to laugh and think you were just happy to see him. You let him believe that at the time.

And now, you just flip over. You defiantly face the wall, not giving your dad the time of day. It was the only way you could fight back now, and even then you knew it was useless. That he'd force you to engage regardless of what you did,

That, realistically, your silent treatment couldn't last long at all. Eventually, you'll need to talk to him. To ask him for more toothpaste, or make a specific request for dinner; or even ask him the date.

He never told you the last one, always giving you wildly differing answers that'd thrown you off at first, before you caught on. Caught onto how he was trying to keep out of the know on the weather, so you wouldn't try and book it when the weather was more hospitable.

Even as you felt the mattress deep near the end of your metal-framed, twin-sized daybed; you didn't stir. You didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe; like a rabbit caught in the teeth of a tricky fox.

"Kid, you can't keep doing this." You don't answer him. This was by far the longest you'd been able to keep up with this small, but meaningful, act of rebellion. A few days, at least. You don't a way of tracking it indefinitely, but you've figured out a less concrete way of telling the passage of time.

That being how often he visited. It differed, sometimes he'd go longer without visiting, and other times he'd pop up every what-felt-like 30 minutes or so. There was no telling what mood he'd be in for the day, but you managed.

It's been a while, you know that much. And he was getting rather impatient, even if he tried to mask it. You haven't so much as looked his direction this whole time, only getting up and moving around when the coast was clear. When there was neither hide nor hair of your dad's presence,

Save for the camera, stuck up in the corner near the door. You know it's there-- it's a new addition, and you make a point of not looking at it, refusing to acknowledge it. You knew there was a good chance it was just a scare tactic, that it wasn't actually hooked up...

But still, you had to stick with this. You had to be going somewhere with this, after all.

A heavy sigh came next, then your dad shifted from where he sat at the end of the bed. Scooting up, closer to you. It took all you had not to curl up tighter. You had to stay still. You had to act like you weren't there, like you were just a ghost.

When his hand landed on your shoulder, you couldn't help but flinch a little at it. Even though the contact was soft, kind; just like the man who'd raised you all by his lonesome, though his current behavior was a far cry of who he used to be.

Or maybe, just what your perception of him had been. Maybe he was always like this, he just... snapped. Couldn't take it anymore and decided to put his worries to rest for the foreseeable future.

"Listen," You wish you didn't. You wish you could shut off your brain and just lay there, truly motionless; unseeing, unhearing, and unmoving, until he gave up and left you alone.

He knew you had to, though. Otherwise he wouldn't hve kept talking. You have nothing else to do, no other viable option but to listen to what he has to say-- whatever ultimatum he's come up with now.

You won't fold. You won't give in, you tell yourself. Not now, not ever; not until he gives up for good, and lets you back into society.

(deep down, you know that was never an option. especially now. you knew that he had his claws deep in you, that he wasn't going to let go. that he wouldn't dare to, lest his precious, sweet child get hurt along the way)

(it was all for your own good, he'd tell you. you never believed him. maybe he did believe that himself, but you knew better; you knew that, at the core of it, this was for his own benefit. keeping you locked up, away from the world-- it minimized the worries he had about you getting hurt.)

(about you being taken away from him, like so many people before you had. so many loved ones, friends, families, significant others-- he can't have the cycle repeating with you. he just can't. anyone else, anyone else but you.)

His hold on your shoulder tightened. Just a little, but it still made your haunches raise; made the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. You hope he didn't notice.

"The sooner you accept this, the sooner your punishment will end, okay? This is for your own good."

Don't do it, you told yourself-- don't you dare, you don't need to respond--

"You keep saying that." Your voice was rough and croaky from disuse, and you cleared your throat to try and take a little bit of the edge off. You could almost feel the brightness and warmth of your dads smile, bearing into your back-- now that you finally deemed him worthy enough of a response. "And I'll keep saying it, as long as I mean it."

You huffed-- his definition of punishment had always been... loose. He never took it out on you, rather on others. He wasn't violent or rude per se, but if one of your friends were present when you two got into a tight spot...

Well. Let's just say your dad can yell like a drill sergeant if he's pushed to it. And that those friends never showed their faces around you again, in fear of inciting his wrath again. And you don't blame them.

But he's never done that to you, no-- you were his precious little angel, of course. He'd much sooner blame himself for being too 'lax' on you, that he left any doubt in your head that he didn't mean the best for you.

It was all very backhanded, how he assumed that you running away was not because of how insanely overprotective he was being-- but because he wasn't being overprotective enough.

Really, someone needs to study his brain. Maybe he got something in his system when he was on a mission, that crossed wires in his brain and made him think that this was perfectly fine. Lying about your kid being ill and locking you away for no fault of your own.

You two lapse into an uncomfortable silence, but not for long. No. Never for long, not with your dad around.

"I'm sorry you feel this way." There it is. He always says that-- not 'I'm sorry I'm basically holding you captive in the basement' or 'I'm sorry for not taking your thoughts, feelings, and dreams into consideration'. No, it's always 'i'm sorry you feel this way' or 'i'm sorry that you don't like it here',

Always followed up by an excuse, which speaking of, should be coming right about... "But there was no way around it. I just want the best for you, kid."

There we go-- he says that one a lot, 'there was no way around it'. You go to argue, but decide against it. It never gets you anywhere, and you consider going back to the silent treatment.

Until his hold on your shifted-- he flipped you over and pulled you up to sit. It never failed to spook you, how easily he could still move you around like you were a toddler. He worked as a government agent-- duh, he's going to be strong, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

He could snap you like a goddamned toothpick if he so wished-- but you knew that wasn't a concern, not in the slightest. You much more afraid of him snapping anyone who was unfortunate to get close to you like a toothpick.

And then, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close. The sort of side-hug was uncomfortable for you, physically speaking. Your neck straining at the angle it landed in, and you not caring enough to make nay move to alleviate it.

Surely, your dad noticed it-- but didn't comment on it. He did shift a little, though. Tried to have you more comfortable.

It worked a bit, but not by much. You couldn't be bothered to try any further.

"I love you, kid. You know that, don't you?" All he got in response was a little grunt, short and curt. What followed was the saddest little laugh you'd ever heard from your dad. "I know, I know. It doesn't feel like that, but I really am trying."

He pulled you closer, the hug feeling more like a boa constrictor's embrace than the comforting hold of a parent. "I can't lose you. I can lose anything else, but not you. Not my kid."

That part, you believed. Just for the clear, rock-solid resolve in his tone. You know he loves you-- you know that he doesn't want to lose you,

and that was part of the problem, a major one, no less.

"...I love you too." You manage to cough out, and only then did he release you from the ever-tightening, awkward side hug. As soon as you were free, you flopped right back on your side.

You didn't flip around to the face the wall just yet, thought. And your dad took that as an invitation for conversation-- you weren't too active in it, but you did give some input here and there.

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