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hereforuconnwbb · 3 months ago

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Where We Go To Breathe

paige x azzi (pazzi)

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hey guysssss its been a while🤗 ive been dreading sm and had no motivation to write and have had sm stuff been thrown at me at once and been caught up 🥲 but i was able to just write a quick lil one shot that js randomly came up in my head. idk if i like it or not i js wanted to post smth 😭 but um yeaa hope u guys enjoy !!! 🫶🏽

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The final buzzer echoed in the stadium, a long, soul-crushing sound that seemed to linger in the air long after the game had ended. Paige stood frozen in the middle of the court, watching as the opposing team celebrated, their cheers sharp and mocking in the quiet aftermath of the loss. The game had been brutal—close, competitive, and full of mistakes. But the last few minutes? Those were hers. She had missed the final shot, the one that could have sealed the game, and it was like the entire world was now pressing down on her chest.

She didn’t hear Coach Geno's words as theyheaddressed the team, didn’t register the murmurs from her teammates as they gathered their things. Her mind was replaying that moment over and over—the feel of the ball slipping from her fingertips, the split second of hesitation, and the look in Azzi’s eyes when the buzzer went off. Disappointment. Disappointment that Paige had failed them.

When she finally dragged herself into the locker room, the silence hung heavy. The other players were moving around her, stripping off their jerseys and talking in low voices, but Paige barely noticed. She sank onto the bench, staring at the floor as she untied her shoes, trying to ignore the heat rising in her chest.

Azzi was sitting across from her, her eyes red-rimmed, her hands still tightly gripping her jersey as though she was afraid it would slip away. There was a tension in the air between them that neither of them acknowledged. Azzi’s frustration was visible on her face, but she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make it worse. The weight of the loss hung between them, and neither of them knew how to bridge the gap that had formed.

“You alright?” Azzi’s voice was quiet, tentative, as though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer.

Paige didn’t meet her eyes. She didn’t trust herself to speak without snapping. “I’ll be fine,” she muttered, her voice coming out colder than she meant it to.

Azzi didn’t say anything in response. She just watched Paige for a moment, and Paige could feel the weight of her gaze on her skin. It was like Azzi was waiting for something—waiting for Paige to let her in, to show some sign that she wasn’t just shutting everyone out.

But Paige was too caught up in her own mess to care about anything else.

“You sure?” Azzi asked again, this time a little firmer. There was an edge to her voice now, but it was laced with concern. “You’ve been off all week. It’s not just the game.”

Paige finally looked up, locking eyes with Azzi for the first time in what felt like hours. Her jaw clenched, and she forced herself to swallow the bitterness that had crept into her throat. “I’m fine, Azzi,” she said again, her voice more biting than she intended. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to scream or cry or break something—anything to get the weight off her chest. But she didn’t want to let Azzi see her like that.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Yeah, right. You’re always fine, Paige,” she said, a sharpness creeping into her tone now. “Except when you’re not.”

Paige felt something shift in the air between them. It was the first time in a long time that Azzi’s words hit her like a punch to the gut. She wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t been fine for a while. The pressure, the expectations, the constant feeling of being almost enough but never quite there—it was eating her alive. And now, after the game, she was more aware of it than ever.

But she didn’t know how to admit that. She didn’t know how to let anyone in, especially not Azzi, the one person who had always seemed to have everything together. Azzi was strong, unshakable. Paige was terrified of what might happen if she showed her cracks.

Azzi’s eyes softened when she saw the way Paige flinched at her words. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stood and walked over to where Paige was sitting. There was a softness in her eyes now, something tender that made Paige’s chest tighten. Azzi stopped in front of her, standing just a little too close, and Paige could feel the heat radiating off her.

“I get it,” Azzi said, her voice quieter now. “The pressure. The weight of it all.” She paused, as if considering her next words carefully. “But you don’t have to carry it alone, you know? Not with me.”

Paige’s heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. Azzi was looking at her like she understood—like she really understood what Paige had been going through. Paige wanted to say something, to tell her everything that had been eating at her, but the words were stuck in her throat. The last thing she wanted was for Azzi to see her like this—weak, vulnerable, unsure.

Instead, she stood abruptly, slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning away before Azzi could say anything else. “I’m fine,” she repeated, more to herself than to anyone else.

Azzi didn’t stop her this time. She didn’t try to convince her to stay, to talk. She just let Paige walk out of the locker room, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the silence.

But even as Paige left, she could feel Azzi’s eyes on her back. She didn’t know if Azzi had any idea how much those few words had cut through her defenses. But Paige also knew one thing for sure: the space between them wasn’t as simple as it seemed. And no matter how hard she tried to push Azzi away, that invisible thread between them wouldn’t break.

Paige’s footsteps echoed down the hallway, the sound growing distant as she moved further away from the locker room. Her heart was still racing, the adrenaline from the game still buzzing in her veins, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the feeling of being overwhelmed. The weight of the loss, the pressure she had been carrying for what felt like an eternity it was suffocating. She needed air. She needed space. And she needed to be alone.

Or maybe not.

She didn’t look back as she reached the parking lot, but she knew she wasn’t alone. She could feel Azzi behind her, the quiet presence that had been with her through so much, even when they didn’t say a word. Azzi never forced her to talk, never pushed her to open up, but there was always that understanding between them. It was strange how easily Azzi knew when to push and when to stay quiet, when to let Paige retreat into herself and when to be there, like she was now.

Paige reached her car and swung the door open, sliding into the driver’s seat. She didn’t look over to see if Azzi was following. She didn’t need to. She knew Azzi was right there, probably standing just a few feet away, watching her.

But Azzi didn’t say anything. She just opened the passenger side door and climbed in without a word, pulling her seatbelt on as she settled into the worn leather. Paige turned the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life, and they both sat in silence for a moment.

The night air felt cool, almost crisp, as the city lights flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. The tension was thick between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that felt safe, like it held all the things they didn’t have to say out loud.

Azzi leaned back in her seat, her feet resting on the dashboard. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, letting the stillness of the night wash over her. Paige kept her gaze straight ahead, but every now and then, she would steal a glance at Azzi—just a quick look, nothing obvious—but it was enough to make her chest tighten. There was something about Azzi’s presence, the way she seemed to absorb the weight of everything around her, that made Paige feel a little less lost.

She knew it was crazy—how much she felt like this was the only place she could breathe, the only place where things felt… manageable.

As Paige pulled out of the parking lot, she didn’t have a destination in mind. She never did. She just needed to drive. The hum of the engine filled the car, and for a few minutes, that was all there was. No words. No expectations. Just the sound of the road and the quiet presence of Azzi beside her.

After a while, Azzi reached over and turned on the radio, scrolling through the stations until she found a song that seemed to fit the mood. It was a soft melody “Best Part by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R” a song that had always felt like it was written just for moments like this. The lyrics drifted through the car, low and warm, like a comfort that wrapped around them both.

As the familiar guitar strums filled the car, Paige’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. She didn’t know why, but the song felt different tonight. The words felt like they were speaking to her in a way they hadn’t before.

“It’s this sunrise, and those brown eyes.”

The words settled in Paige’s chest, and she couldn’t help but glance over at Azzi, who was looking out the window, her face soft and unreadable. The lyrics were a quiet echo of something unspoken, something neither of them had dared to say. Paige felt her heart skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the way the streetlights danced in Azzi’s eyes, the way the song seemed to paint her in a light that was too perfect, too fragile.

The silence between them was thick, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that made Paige’s heart race because she knew, they both knew, there was something more here. Something they didn’t have to say. Not yet. But it was there. In the way the lyrics wrapped around the moment. In the way Azzi’s presence filled the space beside her.

“You’re the one that I desire.”

Paige’s eyes flicked to Azzi once more, just as she saw the faintest hint of a smile tug at the corner of her lips. Azzi didn’t say anything, didn’t acknowledge the way the song seemed to land between them. But Paige knew. She knew that Azzi felt it too. The pull. The tension. The things they hadn’t said, but that the universe seemed to whisper between them anyway.

For a moment, Paige let the song play on, letting the lyrics sink into the quiet spaces between them. She didn’t reach for the volume dial. She didn’t turn it off. She just drove. And Azzi just sat there, the soft hum of the engine the only sound in the car as the world outside blurred past.

The song ended, but neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The quiet felt comforting, like a safe haven in the middle of all the chaos. And even though there was so much left unsaid, Paige knew, deep down, that Azzi was there. She was always there. And somehow, in the quiet of the night, that was enough.

The car cruised down empty streets, the glow of streetlights casting long, warm shadows across the pavement. Paige’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, but the tension in her chest had eased, just a little. The weight of the game, of the loss, still lingered, but it didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore. With Azzi beside her, without the expectations and noise of everything else, the world felt smaller. More manageable. And for the first time in days, Paige let herself breathe really breathe without holding it in.

Azzi shifted in her seat, stretching her legs out in front of her and letting out a quiet sigh. She didn’t need to say anything. Paige knew the feeling the relief, the release. The need to escape, even for just a little while. They didn’t need to talk about the game, or the pressure, or what had happened. It was like the silence between them was enough to understand.

Finally, it was Paige who broke the stillness.

“I think we should do this more often,” she said, her voice quieter than usual, almost as if she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say it aloud.

Azzi turned her head slightly to look at her, one eyebrow raised, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Do what?”

Paige glanced over at her, then back to the road, her fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with the soft hum of the engine. “This. Drive after the games. No destination. Just… wind down, you know?”

Azzi nodded slowly, considering the idea. Her eyes drifted back to the window, but Paige could see her thoughts working. Azzi had always been the one to keep her cool, to stay composed, but Paige knew she was more than capable of needing this too—the quiet, the escape.

“I mean, it’s better than sitting around, stewing in it all,” Paige added, her voice a little softer. “Sometimes I feel like if I don’t get away, I’ll just… explode. And you’re the only one who gets it.”

Azzi’s smile widened, a little more genuine now. “Yeah, I get that.” She let the words hang for a moment before adding, “I’d be down for it. If it means less of us pacing around the gym like lunatics after a game.”

Paige laughed softly at that, the sound more relaxed now, as if a weight had lifted off her shoulders. It was something small—just a suggestion, a fleeting thought—but it felt like a tiny step forward. It wasn’t a huge confession or a grand gesture. It was just them, taking a moment to understand each other. To make space for the quiet and the chaos, together.

As they drove, the world outside was still and peaceful, a stark contrast to the buzz of the gym earlier. The sound of their breathing, the rhythmic hum of the tires against the asphalt—this was the one place where neither of them felt like they had to perform, to be perfect. They could just exist. Together.

“I think it’d be good for us,” Paige continued, the words rolling off her tongue before she could second-guess them. “A routine. A way to wind down after all the… pressure.”

Azzi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, her eyes half-lidded, her fingers tapping lightly on the window. She was quiet for a moment, processing the idea. Paige could almost feel the wheels turning in her head—Azzi wasn’t one to let her guard down easily, but when she did, it was always in these small moments. The ones that didn’t require grand gestures. The ones that meant more because they were unsaid.

“Alright,” Azzi finally said, her voice low but steady. “Let’s make it a thing. Post-game drives. I could use the break. And it’s… nice, I guess, not having to talk about everything all the time.” She paused, her lips curving into a small, secretive smile. “And it gives me an excuse to keep hanging out with you, so… yeah. I’m in.”

Paige couldn’t help but smile back, though it was brief, the corners of her lips barely curling upward. The truth was, this moment felt like something rare—a sliver of calm in a storm that never seemed to end. She felt lighter now, as though sharing the weight of the loss, the pressure, the game—everything—with Azzi made it just a little more bearable.

They fell into another comfortable silence, the only sound in the car the soft thrum of the engine and the distant sound of a car passing by. The city lights flickered by, casting fleeting glances of brightness in the otherwise quiet night.

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The drives had become something they both needed, a routine that had carved its place into their lives with surprising ease. It wasn’t always about the games anymore and it didn’t matter about the result either being a win or a loss. It wasn’t even about escaping the pressure. Sometimes it was just the comfort of the familiar, those late-night drives that felt like they belonged to just the two of them. The world outside, dark and silent, was theirs to share without the noise of expectations or the rush of the clock.

Azzi had agreed to it, at first, almost with a kind of nonchalance, but over time, it became clear to both of them that these drives had become something deeper than just a post-game ritual. They didn’t need to speak about it, it was unspoken in the way their silences never felt awkward at all. They had become used to each other’s presence in this confined space. No music, just the sound of the engine and the hum of the tires against the pavement. The quiet was never empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn’t said and maybe never would.

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One night, the drive stretched longer than usual, past familiar streets and into the deeper corners of the area. Azzi had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, her head tilted to the side, her hair falling across her face in soft waves. Paige couldn’t bring herself to wake her, not even when they passed the familiar exit she would usually take to head back to the dorms. So, she kept driving. She let the car glide through the empty streets for another hour, just so she didn’t have to break the silence. She didn’t mind the stillness, the way Azzi’s quiet breathing filled the space beside her. It was peaceful. It was familiar.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow on the empty roads. Paige allowed herself to feel the quiet settle deep into her bones. She didn’t have a destination in mind. She didn’t need one. Not right now. All that mattered was the presence of Azzi beside her, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the way the world outside seemed to slow down as the car glided through it.

Eventually, Paige pulled into a quiet spot. She turned off the engine, but her eyes lingered on Azzi, still asleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic. Paige didn’t want to disturb the calm, so she simply stayed there, letting her mind wander as the car sat in stillness. The night had its own rhythm. It wasn’t a need to speak, just an understanding.

When Azzi stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly, she blinked up at the dashboard, clearly disoriented, before looking at Paige with a soft, sleepy smile. “Did I fall asleep?”

Paige chuckled softly, her eyes softening. “Well yeah, I didn’t want to wake you. We’ve still got a bit of time before we have to go back.”

Azzi’s gaze softened, and she stretched out her legs, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She glanced over at Paige, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks. I needed this. The game… and then this.” Her words were gentle, almost as if the night had shifted something inside her too.

Paige’s heart skipped at the sincerity in Azzi’s voice. She didn’t respond immediately, instead focusing on the road ahead as the night stretched on.

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Another night came not long after. This time, it was Paige who felt the weight of the day pressing down harder. The post-game adrenaline had worn off, and with it came the quiet ache of everything she couldn’t fix. Azzi, as always, was by her side, her presence a steadying force in the chaos of Paige’s thoughts.

The drive felt different that night, more intimate somehow. Azzi was quieter than usual, her head resting lightly against the window, gazing out at the passing streetlights. Paige could feel the pull of something she didn’t quite understand, something familiar, like a thread tugging at the core of her. The words that had been floating around in her mind for weeks now slipped out without her thinking.

“I think I only feel normal when you’re around,” Paige said softly, the words barely above a whisper, but they felt heavy in the car. The weight of them hung in the space between them, and Paige immediately regretted saying anything. Her heart beat faster in the quiet that followed.

Azzi didn’t respond immediately. There was a long pause, the tension thick in the air, and Paige wondered if she’d gone too far. But then, out of nowhere, Azzi reached over and took Paige’s hand, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of Paige’s hand. The contact sent a shiver through Paige’s skin, as if Azzi’s touch was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Azzi’s hand slid into Paige’s, their fingers intertwining with a natural ease that felt almost… right. It was so simple, so gentle, yet in that moment, it felt like everything. Like the unspoken connection between them had finally been acknowledged without needing to be said.

Paige glanced down at their hands, the warmth of Azzi’s fingers wrapping around hers, and the way their fingers moved together, like a dance of their own. They shifted the intertwined hands to Azzi’s lap, both of them adjusting until the touch felt more comfortable. Azzi’s thumb brushed slowly over Paige’s knuckles, caressing her hand in a way that made Paige’s chest tighten with something unidentifiable.

For the rest of the ride, they didn’t say much. No words were needed. Their hands, now resting softly in Azzi’s lap, were all that mattered. The way Azzi’s thumb continued its soft, soothing motion, the way Paige could feel the weight of her heart beating in sync with the rhythm of their fingers moving together. In that small, quiet moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place. The night, the drive, the silence—they didn’t need to fill it with words. It felt… right.

And in the midst of it all, as the car rolled down the empty roads, Paige realized that maybe, just maybe, this was what she had been searching for. Not in the games. Not in the hustle or the pressure. But in this. In the quiet comfort of Azzi’s presence beside her, in the soft tension of their intertwined hands. No confessions. No expectations. Just the weight of shared moments, of small things that meant everything.

The car continued its quiet journey down the road, their hands still connected, and neither of them needing to speak the words that hovered in the air between them. They both knew.

And that was enough.

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This next game had been brutal. Azzi had tried—tried so hard to keep her head in the game, but things hadn’t gone the way she wanted. Her shots didn’t fall, her passes felt off, and the frustration from the team echoed in the locker room like an unspoken weight. The locker room was quiet as everyone slowly undressed, packing away the sweat-drenched jerseys and lacing up their sneakers, but the silence was different tonight. It wasn’t just the usual exhaustion after a tough game. It was heavier. There was tension in the air, a pressure that Azzi couldn’t escape.

She couldn’t breathe here.

Azzi stood by her locker, head down, her fingers gripping the edges of her gym bag so tightly her knuckles turned white. The others were still talking, trying to shake off the loss, but it was as if she couldn’t hear them. Every word felt muffled, every movement a reminder of the tightness in her chest that wouldn’t go away.

She had to get out.

Without a word, she shoved her things into the bag and yanked her jacket on. Her eyes flickered across the room, briefly meeting Paige’s, but Azzi couldn’t hold the gaze. Instead, she turned sharply, storming out of the locker room with nothing but the sound of her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t.

The cool air outside hit her like a wave, but it didn’t help to clear the fog in her mind. Azzi’s breath came out in short bursts, her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know where she was going, didn’t care. She just needed to move, to escape the noise inside her own head.

Paige, however, had other plans.

She’d seen Azzi’s abrupt exit, and she had a feeling. A familiar feeling that had become all too common between them lately. When Azzi was like this, silent and distant, running away from the overwhelming pressure, it was Paige who followed. It had always been Paige, whether it was after a tough game or an emotionally draining practice. Paige’s footsteps were steady as she walked behind Azzi, but she didn’t rush. She knew Azzi needed the space, but she also knew that eventually, she’d need to pull her back.

By the time Azzi reached the car, Paige was close enough to hear the shallow breaths Azzi was trying to steady. Azzi had already reached for the door handle, and Paige stopped a few steps away, letting her take the lead as she always did. The space between them felt… heavier tonight.

Azzi didn’t say anything, but Paige could see it in her posture, the tightness in her shoulders, the way her jaw clenched as she stared down at the car door. Paige didn’t press. She waited. And then Azzi broke the silence.

“I need to drive tonight.”

Paige didn’t respond immediately. She simply held out the keys, a silent offer. She knew Azzi needed to feel in control, needed to have the steering wheel in her hands, especially after a game where everything felt like it slipped away from her.

Azzi took the keys without a word, her fingers brushing against Paige’s in the briefest of moments. It was almost imperceptible, but it didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. There was something in that touch—something more than just the passing of keys—but neither of them spoke about it.

Azzi slid into the driver’s seat, slamming the door with more force than necessary. Paige got into the passenger side, her eyes lingering on Azzi for a moment before she buckled her seatbelt. The car roared to life, and they pulled out of the parking lot in a smooth motion.

Neither of them spoke at first. There was nothing to say. The silence was thick and heavy, but Paige could feel it—the tension rolling off Azzi in waves, the way she gripped the wheel so tightly that her knuckles went white.

And then Azzi’s foot pressed down harder on the accelerator.

The engine roared as they sped through the streets, the city lights streaking past in a blur. Paige glanced at Azzi, her profile illuminated by the passing lights, and she could see it, feel it, in the way Azzi’s jaw was clenched and her eyes were set forward, focused on the road ahead like it was the only thing that mattered.

They weren’t speaking, but the air between them was charged with something that neither could ignore. It wasn’t just the anger. It was something deeper, something unspoken, like a storm that had been brewing for weeks, and now, it was starting to pour.

Azzi’s driving became faster, more erratic, and Paige knew that she was trying to outrun something inside her, something that couldn’t be shaken off with speed or distance. The car tore down dark, empty roads, the engine’s hum growing louder as they pushed farther into the night.

Eventually, Azzi pulled into a quiet, deserted parking lot, the bright neon lights of the empty diner casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. She threw the car into park with a harsh jolt, and they both sat in silence for a few moments.

The tension in the air was suffocating. Neither of them spoke, but the weight of everything between them was palpable. Azzi’s hands gripped the steering wheel as if she were holding on to something that might slip away at any moment.

Azzi’s breath shuddered as she let go of the wheel and pushed the door open. She stepped out of the car, her movements sharp, angry, but at the same time, there was something vulnerable in the way she moved, like she was trying to break free from something she couldn’t control.

Paige followed her without a word, walking around the car to meet her at the front. They didn’t need to talk; the night was enough of a conversation in itself. Azzi sat down on the hood of the car, her back straight, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon.

Paige stood beside her, leaning against the car for a moment, letting the stillness of the night settle between them. The sound of the wind in the trees, the rustling of the leaves—it was a peaceful kind of quiet, the kind that felt comforting, even when everything inside of Azzi was far from calm.

After a few moments, Azzi’s voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know how to be perfect anymore, Paige.”

The words hit like a wave, crashing over Paige’s chest. It wasn’t just the admission. It was the rawness behind it—the vulnerability that Azzi had never shown. Paige felt her heart tighten at the pain in Azzi’s voice.

“I’m always expected to be perfect,” Azzi continued, her voice cracking slightly. “Every game, every practice. And I just… I don’t know how much longer I can do it.”

Paige moved closer, sitting next to Azzi on the hood of the car. She didn’t try to fix it. She didn’t need to. Instead, she simply put her arm around Azzi, pulling her into the embrace without saying a word.

Azzi melted into her, her body shaking slightly as the weight of everything she’d been holding inside finally came spilling out. She buried her face in Paige’s shoulder, her breath ragged as she finally allowed herself to feel the exhaustion, the frustration, the pressure that had been mounting for so long.

Paige held her tighter, her hand stroking the back of Azzi’s head, her fingers running through her hair in slow, soothing motions. She didn’t need to say anything—Azzi didn’t need words. The comfort, the understanding, the warmth of her presence—those were the things that Azzi needed now.

As Azzi’s breathing slowly steadied, Paige pulled back just enough to look at her, her hand gently resting on Azzi’s cheek. There was no rush to fix anything. No rush to make it better. Just the quiet assurance that she wasn’t alone.

Azzi’s eyes closed, and for the first time that night, there was a softness in her expression—something that had been buried under layers of tension and pressure for so long. She leaned into Paige’s touch, feeling the calm of her presence wash over her.

And for the first time in a long while, Azzi allowed herself to breathe.

Paige didn’t have all the answers. She didn’t need them. All she needed was to be here—with Azzi. And that, somehow, felt like enough.

Azzi let out a deep, shaky breath, her body unwinding as Paige’s touch soothed her. The cool night air wrapped around them, and the hum of the empty world seemed to settle into a quiet calm. Azzi’s chest rose and fell slowly, and Paige could feel the tension gradually leave her body as the minutes ticked by. It was a small moment, but it was enough. They didn’t need grand gestures or eloquent speeches. They just needed to be here—together.

For a long while, Azzi didn’t say anything. She simply let Paige hold her, the quiet of the night surrounding them like a blanket. Azzi had been holding so much in for so long—the weight of her own expectations, the pressure to be the best, to always be perfect. It was a constant battle, one that no one could see, one that she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” Azzi whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. She didn’t look up at Paige, but the words were heavy, each one like a brick in the air between them.

Paige didn’t respond right away. She just kept her arm around Azzi, her hand resting lightly on her back, her thumb tracing slow circles on the fabric of her hoodie. She had no solution, no quick fix. She wasn’t going to tell Azzi to just let it go or try to make it better. She didn’t have that power, and Azzi didn’t need her to pretend that everything could be fixed with a few words.

Instead, Paige simply leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Azzi’s head, the act of comfort more than words could ever be. Azzi didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into it, her breath evening out, her grip on Paige’s jacket tightening slightly as if she were afraid to let go.

“I’m so tired, Paige,” Azzi said, her voice barely audible now. “Tired of pretending I’ve got it all together. Tired of feeling like I’m always failing, no matter how hard I try.”

“I know,” Paige murmured, her voice steady and soft. “I see you, Azzi. And you’re not failing. You’re doing your best. And that’s more than enough.”

Azzi sniffed, a small, almost embarrassed sound escaping her as she wiped her eyes quickly, though she didn’t pull away from Paige. Paige’s hand continued to stroke her back, the steady rhythm offering a sense of safety, as if everything would be okay as long as she kept holding on.

Azzi let herself relax further into Paige, the weight of the game, the weight of the expectations, all beginning to melt away in the quiet of the night. It wasn’t a solution. There was no magic fix for all the pressure Azzi had been under, but in this moment, with Paige’s warmth surrounding her, it was enough to feel understood. To feel cared for.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” Paige added softly, her voice firm but gentle. “No one expects that from you. Not me, not anyone else. You just… you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

Azzi closed her eyes and nodded, feeling the truth of Paige’s words settle deep within her. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed to hear that—to hear someone say that it was okay to fall short, to not have everything figured out. Paige made it seem so simple, yet it was something Azzi had struggled to believe for so long.

No more words were needed. They sat there, side by side, on the hood of the car, with nothing but the sound of their breathing and the quiet hum of the world around them. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Azzi let herself be vulnerable, without fear of judgment, without fear of disappointing anyone. She allowed herself to simply be, to feel the weight of everything she had carried for so long.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Azzi whispered finally, her voice soft and full of quiet gratitude. She turned her head slightly to glance at Paige, her eyes still a little puffy from the tears that had finally spilled over.

Paige smiled faintly, her thumb brushing across Azzi’s knuckles as she reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. “You’ll never have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

Azzi felt a lump form in her throat at the sincerity in Paige’s voice. She wasn’t going anywhere. And for once, Azzi believed her.

“I don’t know how to stop trying to be perfect,” Azzi said, her voice quieter now, almost like a confession. “It’s all I’ve known.”

Paige turned her body slightly to face Azzi more fully, her eyes soft, understanding. “You don’t have to stop trying, Azzi. Just… let go of the pressure to be perfect. Just be you. That’s enough. It’s always been enough.”

Azzi let out a deep breath, feeling as though she were letting go of something she didn’t even realize she’d been holding onto so tightly. The pressure that had been mounting for months, for years, slowly started to lift, even if just for tonight. For this moment, she didn’t need to be the perfect player, the perfect teammate, the perfect person.

She could just be Azzi. And that was enough.

Paige squeezed her hand gently, and Azzi smiled weakly, her lips trembling a little. It wasn’t an easy smile, but it was real. And it was the first smile she’d had in a while that felt like it might actually stick.

“I’m still angry,” Azzi admitted, her voice soft again, a hint of vulnerability in it.

Paige nodded, not surprised by the admission. “That’s okay. You don’t have to be okay all the time. You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

Azzi leaned into Paige again, resting her head on her shoulder, feeling the cool night air brush against her skin, the warmth of Paige’s presence grounding her in a way nothing else ever could.

The night stretched on, each moment heavy with the weight of everything Azzi had been carrying for so long. The quiet between them was different now, not uncomfortable but filled with something more—a shared understanding, a deep connection that neither of them had voiced aloud, but both of them could feel. Azzi’s head rested lightly against Paige’s shoulder, her hand still intertwined with Paige’s, their fingers loosely laced together. The world around them had faded into a soft blur—the parking lot, the distant hum of cars passing on the highway, all of it had fallen away until there was only the two of them.

The air between them felt charged, but not with tension. It wasn’t the kind of tension that had built up in moments of frustration, or anger, or confusion. It was the kind of charge that came when two people, who had seen each other at their worst and still stayed, could just… exist. And it felt like that was all they needed right now. To simply be.

Azzi shifted slightly, adjusting her position, and Paige felt her body lean just a little closer, the warmth of Azzi’s presence settling against her side, like it belonged there. Paige felt the familiar flutter in her chest—something that had been growing ever since they’d started this little routine, ever since they’d begun spending these late-night drives together. She couldn’t name it, not exactly, but she knew it was more than just friendship. It had always been more.

“I’m sorry,” Azzi murmured suddenly, breaking the silence, though her voice was soft, almost shy.

Paige tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Azzi’s hair. “For what?”

Azzi didn’t answer immediately. She shifted again, her hand moving slowly over the hood of the car, her fingertips grazing the cool metal. Paige could feel the weight of the silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like Azzi was working through something, processing in her own quiet way, and Paige had no intention of rushing her.

“I don’t know how to ask for help,” Azzi said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paige’s heart tightened, a swell of empathy washing over her. She knew exactly what that felt like—how hard it could be to admit you weren’t okay, that you needed someone. How many times had she carried the weight of everything by herself, never wanting to ask for help, thinking she had to be the strong one for everyone else? She hadn’t realized until now just how much they had in common, how much they were both holding back, silently bearing burdens they never shared.

“You don’t have to ask,” Paige said softly, turning just enough to face Azzi more fully. “You just have to let me be here. That’s all.”

Azzi looked up then, her eyes meeting Paige’s, and there was something there—a softness in her gaze that made Paige’s breath catch in her chest. It wasn’t a look that spoke of words left unsaid or confusion anymore. It was the look of someone who was finally allowing themselves to be vulnerable, to lean on someone else for once.

“I think I’ve spent so much time pretending I’m okay that I forgot what it feels like to just… let go,” Azzi said, her voice quiet, but there was a vulnerability in it now, one that Paige hadn’t heard before. “I just… I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I don’t want to let you down.”

Paige’s thumb moved softly over Azzi’s hand, caressing the back of her knuckles in slow, soothing strokes. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to offer—words of comfort, of reassurance—but the truth was, sometimes, words weren’t enough. Sometimes, the only thing you could offer was presence. The only thing that mattered was that you didn’t have to do it alone.

“You’re not disappointing anyone, Az,” Paige said gently, her voice steady, grounded. “Not me. Not anyone.”

Azzi’s eyes closed for a moment, and for the briefest of seconds, Paige caught her breath, feeling the shift in the air between them. It was small, but it was there—a quiet energy building, something that had been left unspoken between them for a long time, something neither of them had fully acknowledged.

Paige’s thumb brushed lightly over Azzi’s lip as the soft breeze ruffled their hair. She hadn’t meant to, hadn’t even noticed the movement until Azzi’s lips parted just slightly beneath her touch. The soft contact sent a shockwave of heat through Paige, a wave of warmth flooding her chest, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. Azzi’s eyes opened again, and Paige saw the same thing she felt reflected in her gaze—a flicker of uncertainty, mixed with something deeper, something that neither of them could ignore any longer.

Without thinking, Paige shifted closer, her face turning toward Azzi’s as the space between them began to close, her breath mingling with Azzi’s in the cool night air. She didn’t know why she was doing this, or what it meant, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. The tension, the unspoken words, everything that had built up between them—it was all leading to this moment, and neither of them could stop it.

Azzi’s gaze fluttered down to Paige’s lips, then back to her eyes, her breath shaky, uncertain. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for Paige to make the move. And Paige did. Slowly, almost reverently, she brushed her lips against Azzi’s, a soft, tentative kiss—just the lightest of touches, the barest graze.

It was soft. It was gentle. It wasn’t rushed, nor was it full of the heat that they’d both probably imagined. But it was something else—something full of promise, full of the quiet reassurance that, no matter what had happened, they would always be there for each other.

When they pulled back, the air was thick with the unspoken, the things neither of them said, but both of them understood. Paige’s thumb moved, instinctively, caressing the soft curve of Azzi’s bottom lip, a tender touch that sent a shiver down Azzi’s spine. Her eyes flickered closed for a moment as she breathed deeply, trying to gather herself, trying to understand what just happened, what it meant.

Azzi finally opened her eyes, and Paige found her gaze, her own breath coming a little faster now, the weight of everything still there, but somehow lighter.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible. “With anyone. I don’t know what this is, but… it feels right.”

Paige’s heart skipped a beat. She felt the same way, even though she didn’t know what this was, either. But whatever it was, it was real. And for once, it didn’t matter if they had all the answers. What mattered was that they were here, together.

“I don’t have all the answers, Azzi,” Paige said softly, her voice full of quiet conviction. “But I know that I want to be here. With you. Right now. And whatever happens next, we’ll figure it out together.”

Azzi smiled softly, the weight of everything still lingering between them, but now, it felt different. It felt like they were both on the same page, understanding one another in a way they hadn’t before. She leaned forward again, her lips brushing Paige’s in a second, softer kiss. It was brief, but it held more than just affection—it held the quiet promise of something more.

And as they sat together on the hood of the car, their fingers still intertwined, the night stretched on around them, but it felt like the world had stopped just for a moment—just long enough for them to finally find what they had been searching for all along.

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reminiscingthesea · 3 days ago

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Part three of yandere stalker Phainon x nerdy reader !!

A/N- i don’t know how many times I’m gonna say this, but ty guys sm for all the support and love ive been receiving under comments!! I really enjoy reading them!!

Part 1 and part 2!:

Warning- Contains smut, reader is inexperienced, insecure thoughts, foul language, manhandling, AFAB reader

It had been some time since that incident, and it was safe to say, you were truly shaken to your core. Luckily, your boyfriend best friend Phainon was here to help keep yourself safe during such difficult times. He walked with you to your lectures, even if it meant being late to his, he accompanied you whenever you went out, especially at later hours, he messaged you everyday, asking things like how you were, what you ate, if he needed to come over, if you needed a cry or a laugh. The two of you spent hours on the phone, too. Going to sleep on call and waking up to burning hot phones and a time reader that read- “7:46:50”- He was truly too good for you, and it made you doubt yourself. Did he truly like you? Was he still giving mixed signals? Was he doing this out of the kindness of his heart, or because he felt as though he had a duty to as your best friend?

“.. Phainon, you’re too good to me- taking me out to dinner at such an expensive restaurant and not letting me pay you back? I really don’t deserve this, your kindness..” You spoke timidly, keeping your eyes down on your plate of delicious, well seasoned food- which was lobster Thermidor with a side of cute, buttery bread buns that were oh-so soft. You felt a small rush of heat dust onto the skin of your cheeks as Phainon gently interlocked his hand with yours from the other end of the table, leaning his head down to get a glimpse of your face, a small, loving smile gracing his lips.

“C’mon, don’t say that.. we’ve grown so close together over these past few months, and it’s nearly the end of the semester, you know I like treating you to nice places for dinner.” He spoke softly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, before continuing. “I like treating my closest to dinner, and you’re very close to me, [Name]. Never forget that.”

You looked at him with slightly widened eyes now, taking in his deep words. Was this his way of confessing his love for you? No, it couldn’t be. Phainon treats all of his friends to lunch and dinner, but not normally at a price like this..

“I don’t know what to say, Phainon.. I’m so, so grateful to you, you’ve helped me so much. But please listen to me. Don’t waste your time on someone like me. You deserve someone better, prettier, outgoing- I just make things awkward between us since I’m not as chatty with you, I..” Sighing shakily, you looked at him with tears welling in your eyes. “Just please, tell me how I could ever repay you.. you’ve saved my life countless of times, I’m truly indebted to you..”

Phainon looked back at you with an equally as sad look, he looked like a kicked puppy who was left in the rain by its owner.

“I understand that such traumatic events will alter your view on your worth, make you feel bad about yourself. But [Name], when I tell you that you truly mean so much to me, I mean it. You don’t have to believe me right now, but I’ll wait. Albeit, sadly. But as long as it takes, I’ll wait.” How he wanted to confess to you right then and there on the spot, but he himself had his own doubts that he just couldn’t wrap his head around as to why he had them.. he had removed every obstacle in his way- your bullies, Mydei, danger- and had your trust and respect for him. So why now was he so hesitant? Was all of this for nothing? Was he worried you’d reject him due to your beliefs on how he’s too good for you?

Even then though, he had a small thought at the back of his head that told him ‘Don’t confess, and you’ll only hurt her more.’

You could only nod and carry on with the rest of your dinner, a somber, dejected look on your face, and he copied too. The rest of your dinner was awkward to say the least. Neither of you looked each other in the eyes, only sneaking quick glances when the other wasn’t looking, nor did the two of you talk, until the bill came- to which Phainon paid the whole sum of 10,500 credits, as you gave him a pouty look from across the table.

As the two of you walked out and begun making your ways back to campus, you clutched his wrist delicately.

“Phainon. I promise to pay you back, okay? Just don’t reject it, please..”

To this, Phainon could only laugh quietly and turn to face you fully. ‘You could pay me back with your love’ he thought to himself as he began speaking.

“Oh, fine. Since you’re so stubborn and such a sweetheart, I’ll let you pay me back. But! At a discounted price of 50% off. I don’t make the rules.”

You sputtered slightly and shook him, shaking your head.

“50%?! I can’t pay you back only 50% of the money you spent on me today!” You exclaimed, a crazed expression on your face as you tried to get him to change his price to a higher one.

“Oh? 50% isn’t a good enough percentage? Oh fine, since you’re such a good negotiator, I’ll let you pay me a maximum of 25%! A minimum of 0%, is allowed though.” He teased lightly, winking and grinning as he saw your face morph into a more frustrated one.

Suddenly, you shoved a bunch of credits to his chest and grabbed his hands to clutch them

“Look. I wanna do something nice for you to pay you back. I won’t let you win this either- so just take the credits and this’ll all be over.” You concluded confidently, as the pair of you reached your campus’ entrance and walked right in. You had a dead-set, stubborn look on your face as you walked back to your dorm, and Phainon could only laugh in adoration as he stuffed the credits into his wallet.

“Oh alright fine! You win! I’ll stop ruffling your feathers and let you pay me back tenfold. But just know, I’m gonna be spending even more money on you next time! And ah-ah-ah! Don’t even think about taking it as an opportunity to pay me back even more, I won’t let it happen!” He declared loudly in the otherwise empty hallway besides the two of you standing outside your dorm room. ‘He’s so perfect..’ you pondered to yourself quietly, before flashing him a small, sweet smile. But there was a hint of sadness behind it, and Phainon saw.

But before Phainon could talk to you further, you quickly said your goodbyes and waved him off, before disappearing into your dorm room.

Phainon stood there, an unreadable look on his face as he stared at the now closed door in front of him. How badly he wanted to break that door down and make you love him just as he loved you. But he simply, couldn’t bring himself to do so.

How pathetic of him.

Sitting at his desk, he opened his computer screen to monitor your activities through the camera in your room. It was something he hadn’t done as often as before, considering how much closer the two of you became over these last few weeks. Though, he made a mental note to sneak in another camera from a different part of your room, just for better… angles. The mirror might be a good option!

However, the sight that absolutely blessed his dirty little eyes of faux purity, was truly a sight to behold.

It was you, on your bed, with nothing but a shirt on. Your panties were long discarded on the floor, and so too was your bra, assuming it was the soft blue pair of underwear laying on the floor just a few meters from his bed.

Immediately, blood rushed to his cock as he pulled it out from his shorts, quickly rubbing his hand up and down over its generous length, his thumb gently teasing his tip, the same way he gently rolled it against the back of your hand before. His mouth agape, eyes lidded as he continued watching the footage reverently.

But what got him really going, was when you brought two fingers to your pussy, which he obviously couldn’t see considering the camera’s placement on your headboard behind your bed. But it had an elevated view, so he saw how the two fingers gently eased their way into your cunt slowly, whilst your thumb teased at your clit.

“F-fuck..! fuck, so- mmghh…” You moaned softly, rocking your hips to no specific beat, as your finger on your bud worked harder to provide more stimulation. But after a few moments, your loving moans turned into whines and whimpers of frustration and sadness. Phainon, who was edging himself to hear your moans, heard this change, causing a pout to adorn his gracious face.

“Oh, [Name].. you must be having so much trouble trying to please yourself… if only I was th-“

“If only you were here, Phainon… you’d make me feel so good….”

Oh.

oh.

To this, Phainon immediately stood up from his desk, eyes widening and face flushing. The shock was enough to send him over the edge, cum spewing onto the table in front of him. He bent over the table, his head tilted upwards to look at his computer’s screen as you continued your strings of moans of pleasure, but also sadness. He began rubbing his cock, now hot, sticky, and even harder, much faster now, your moans and his creating a beautiful symphony.

Finishing with a gasp, he buried his face in his arms, breathing heavily. However, you were still touching yourself, moaning weakly, trying to reach your peak of pleasure like the guy behind the camera, but nothing.

“..Poor [Name].. unable to please herself without my guidance?..” He whispered softly to himself, slowly getting up to his full height and looking down at the computer screen of you pathetically trying to please yourself, whilst also murmuring degrading comments about yourself in the process.

“Nobody gets to hurt what I love. Not even yourself.. I will show you my love for you, [Name].. I’ve been stupid enough to deprive you of it for so long…” His fingers gently caressed your form on his computer screen, a hint of sadness behind them.

He knew what he had to do. He had to show you his soaring love for you, a love that knew know bounds, a love that he starved of you by his own insecurities. He hurt you, and he was going to change that.

He began cleaning his desk.

You sobbed pathetically into your pillow, you couldn’t do it. God, you were so bad at everything, even at pleasing your own cunt. You couldn’t even do it yourself, you needed someone- someone who you probably doesn’t even like you-. Feeling the wetness of your cunt beneath your ass now, you let out a shaky sigh, on the verge of bursting into even louder cries of frustration and disappointment.

Amidst your tantrum, you heard loud, firm knocks on your dorm room’s door. Scrambling to get your clothes back on, you messily made it to the door, not caring about your appearance besides having some clothes on. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed and wet with tears, your lips and legs quivering as you opened the door to see Phainon.

“P-Phainon- I’m sorry I don’t look good-“

“Let me in, [Name]. We need to talk.”

He pushed himself past you as you closed the door, before his hand met your wrist and pulled you close to him, pinning you against the wall near a table. Your vision became blurry as your eyes darted across the room in shock. Phainon’s hand cupped your face, turning it to face him fully as he spoke.

“I’ve held this for too long. [Name], I love you. I’ve loved you this entire time. And I know you love me too, you were just too scared to say it. Ever since… ever since we met, I’ve always thought about you, the things we’d do together as a couple. Kisses, romantic dates, cute things.. I need you. And you need me too. You’re perfect for me, and I’m perfect for you.” His voice was quiet and husky as he spoke, his face so close to yours, your lips almost touching his as he spoke. Your eyes widened, tears brimming in them once more, your mouth agape.

“Ph..Phainon.. I love you- I love you so much- you don’t know how happy I am to hear this I-“ Without thinking, you crashed your lips against his, capturing him in a soft kiss. You’ve never kissed anyone before, but this felt right, as he reciprocated just as fervently. Phainon then deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he pinned you harder against the wall, his knee coming up between your legs, his hand tangling into your hair.

You could only moan softly in response as you grinded needily, helplessly, against his knee, seeking the pleasure you’ve been so starved of all this time. With a few deep gasps of air from you and him, his mouth took refuge on your neck, his head burying in the crook of it as he mouth began sucking and leaving large love marks on the soft skin.

“Gonna show you my love for you, yeah? Gonna fuck it into you for being such a good girl and waiting all this time for me..” He picked you up off the floor, your arms wrapping around his neck, as your legs wrapped around his waist, before carrying you back to your room.

He laid you down on your bed carefully, before peeling your clothes off, one by one. His touch was worshipping, reverent, his eyes never leaving yours. He smiled softly to himself as he took your pants off, breaking his gaze with yours as he glanced at your panties, the same light blue ones that were discarded on the ground just a few minutes ago.

As he peeled off your panties, revealing your glistening cunt to him, he threw it aside, along with the rest of your discarded clothes on the floor besides the bed. He took his shirt off, making way for his muscular, defined torso and body. You swore you saw stars in that moment, heat creeping up onto your face as your hand unconsciously lifted up to caress the firm skin there. Phainon chuckled, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Like the view?” He teased playfully, a smug, but loving grin on his face as your eyes met with his once more. He lightly took your hand and interlocked it with his, before coming back down on you and kissing you softly, his hair tickling your cheeks as he did so. Whilst you were so caught up with the kiss, you didn’t catch his free hand running up your thigh, creeping near towards your ever growing, wet pussy, teasing the sensitive flesh around it.

You squirmed as his toned, but slim fingers began teasing the entrance of your cunt’s hole, almost rimming it with the pad of his fingers, before gently siding them in.

“Phainon!~” You gasped sweetly, holding onto his hand tighter as his fingers worked their magic within the gummy walls of your hole. Your hips jerked slightly as his thumb rubbed the ever-so sensitive bud of your clit in circular motions. He smirked to himself as he felt your walls tighten so nicely around his fingers, it almost made him cum again, as he thought of how much tighter you’d wrap yourself around his needy, greedy cock later on. But he had to prepare you first. After all, what’s love without passion and care?

His fingers then began increasing the speed of their thrusts, curling up gorgeously within you, hitting such sweet spots, making you squirm and whimper in pure pleasure. Tears began flooding the shape of your eyes once more, moans being robbed from your throat as his thumb worked even quicker ministrations against your clit. The knot deep within you grew tighter, so so tight, about to snap- until his fingers curled deeply and hitting a sensitive spot in you- before you moaned his name loudly- squirting and coming undone right then and there, all over his hand.

You saw white for a few moments, your gaze glassy as you came back to reality through Phainon’s hand gently stroking your arm.

“Look at you.. so needy and desperate for me.. you squirt like a whore, but you seem inexperienced” He mused to himself, basking in how your expression changed from pure ecstasy to embarrassment and slight shame.

“I am inexperienced, so what? You think someone like me’s gotten game before..?” You replied hastily, a slight bite behind your tone as you spoke, to which, Phainon only smiled apologetically.

“I’m not shaming you, I’m more than honoured to be your first. I’ll never let you forget this.”

He pulled his fingers out, which were now coated in your secretions and slick, before licking them clean, ravishing the taste. Then, he pressed a chaste kiss against your cheeks and lips, as his head began pressing sweet kisses along your collarbones, going down, down, down, until his face was met with your sopping, heavenly pussy. He’s always wanted to taste you like this. Make you squirm in delight and pleasure as his tongue would work wonders against the skin of your beautiful cunt.

He didn’t wait for a response as he dived right in, his warm tongue coming out and rolling against your clit, making you jerk your hips up again in delight and satisfaction. He roughly held them down with his hands on each bone, before lifting your legs up over his shoulders for better access. He revelled in the way your thighs tightened around his neck, closing in as his tongue inserted itself into your dripping pussy’s hole, making quiet slurping noises against the flesh, bringing his hand back to stimulate your poor clit again. Your movements and squirms only made him eat you out quicker, more devoutly, aiming to please you and only you as you drew closer to falling over the edge.

“P-phainon- Phainon! I-I can fucking feel it I- please..” He could tell you were coming closer to the edge once more, and the ministrations of his tongue and fingers only quickened in response. Your hand gripped onto his pearly white locks tightly as you grew even closer to cloud nine. And then, with a sharp jerk of your hips against his head, you came all over his mouth with a loud cry, throwing your head back in delicious pleasure, your hips grinding against him as his tongue obediently lapped against your pussy, taking in all of your smooth, rich, sweet cum, coating his lips like lip gloss. He hesitantly pulled away from the comfort and warmth of your pussy and legs, carefully setting them back down on the bed, caging him in, his hand caressing the soft skin of your trembling thighs.

“You taste amazing.. you need a taste of yourself.” He whispered against your ear now, bringing his head up and kissing you again, your essence invading your tastebuds; a foreign taste.

“Phainon, wanna make you feel good too..” You spoke sweetly, getting up and pushing Phainon down into a sitting position. He moved to a side of your bed, as you got off and got onto your knees, beginning to remove his pants hastily.

“Someone’s desperate” He teased again, spreading his legs for your better access as you pulled his pants down, now staring at the giant bulge protruding through his boxers. You then pulled them down, before being met with his girthy, thick, big cock, which bobbed against his abs. In a nervous daze, you grabbed it with you hand softly, kissing the angry red tip that leaked sweet precum all over it.

“It’s really big..” You whimpered, slowly stroking his length, tightening your hand around it for more pleasure. Phainon laughed faintly, grabbing onto your hair, his grip tightening slightly as you jerked him off faster, his head lolling back a little.

“Gonna make you feel good too..” You promised, before slowly taking in his whole dick in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out from his great size, as it filled up your throat. With soft gags and moans, you began sucking him off, tightening your mouth and throat around him and bobbing your head up and down.

To this, Phainon moaned your name loudly, throwing his head back as he pushed his length further down your throat, pushing your head deeper, his grip on your hair becoming even stronger. Just as he dreamed, you looked up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes of yours as you’d suck him off, mouth full of him, your sounds of struggle and gags playing a part in sending him over the edge.

“Fuck.. you suck cock like a whore too, you’re so- fuck, ah~.. good at this, aren’t you? I’ll p-pay you back… tenfold-“ He uttered loudly as he was nearing his peak of pleasure. Feeling his cock pulsate in your throat, you tried sucking him off faster, until his thick, warm, gooey cum filled your mouth, to which you immediately gagged at, taking his cock out your mouth and gagging slightly. The taste wasn’t something you were used to, of course not. So as you coughed up the cum, Phainon lifted you up off your legs and onto his lap, rubbing your back as you coughed up.

“Shh.. you sucked me off so fucking good. Wanted to make me feel all good too? What a sweetheart, hm?.. You want my cock to fuck your sensitive, tight pussy? Yeah?” He continued praising you as he moved the two of you back to the head of the bed. He was now sitting beneath you as your hands met with the headboard above your bed, your face leaning right next to the camera there.

But he wasn’t worried about that right now, as your legs caged him by the his sides next to his hips, your pussy just above his cock.

“P-Phainon.. what if it doesn’t fit?” You asked worriedly, now taking in his full length with your eyes as you looked down at him and his cock, your eyes meeting his face, which had a look of love and affection painted onto it.

“You’ll be fine, you’ll take me in just good, y’hear?”

With enough reassurance, Phainon held your hips as you slowly, carefully, aligned your cunt’s entrance with the head of his cock, and gently lowered yourself onto it. You cried out as he stretched you out, feeling his whole size fill you up within a matter of seconds. And once you had fully engulfed his cock, you bottomed out, crying in pleasure, almost about to cum just from the feeling of his cock inside you.

“See, taking me like a champ. Now, start riding me, just move your hips like that- yes, fuck.. you’re so good…”

You rocked your hips, moving up and down on his cock, pants of pleasure coming out of your mouths, your own eyes rolling back at the pleasure as you rode him. You sped up your riding to let him cum quickly, still eagerly wanting to please him just as he did with you before. As he moaned in pleasure and held your hips with a bruising grip, he looked up at you with pure reverence and admiration in his eyes. The way your eyes rolled back, or closed in pleasure and determination, the way your hair fell over your face, the way you bit your lip in pleasure, trying to hold back your moans.

But he could see you were growing restless and tired as you bounced and rode him quickly, trying to make him feel good.

“Phai..non.. I’m so tired- I’m sorry- couldn’t make you feel good..” You sobbed pathetically, your voice soft as you sniffled in familiar frustration, the ache in your thighs and hips growing less dull and quiet, and more pronounced and intense.

At this Phainon shushed you gently, coaxing you to move a bit and change your position, so that you weren’t hunched over the headboard, and instead, sitting over him, cock stilled within you. He then, without a word, lifted you effortlessly by your hips, as if taking you off his cock, before slamming you right back down onto it, his tip now hitting the spongey sweet spot within you. You threw your head back in shock and surprise, a cry of pleasure ripping from your throat as tears ran down your cheeks, your mouth agape. But he wasn’t done, as he now kept moving you up and down manually on his cock, feeling his high coming back, as well as yours with how you tightened around him in the cuddling embrace of your slick, warm, gummy walls. Even louder moans and cries sounded from you, all the more desperate and pleasing as you both drew closer. His groans mixed with your cries like a hymn sung by the divine angels above.

Then, with a final upwards thrust of his hips into you, you collapsed over him, both of you cumming onto one another. He felt your warm cum coat his cock, as his own thick seed painted your walls comfortably. Panting against his chest, you couldn’t help but grind weakly against him in overstimulation and tire, moaning tiredly.

Phainon breathed out a sigh of relief and pleasure, before lifting your head up to look up at him.

“We’re not.. we’re not done yet. You’re gonna feel every last bit of my love for you, [Name].”

With that, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, so that you were beneath him once more. He grabbed your limp feet and put them over his shoulders as he inserted his dick into you once more, eliciting a loud moan from you in response. He interlocked his hands with yours as he fucked you like this, taking pure delight and pleasure in the way your face contorted into a bonny look of delectable bliss. Your tongue lolled out as your eyes rolled back yet again, sweet, pornographic moans ringing out from deep within your throat as he fucked you hard and fast. You truly could feel the love behind his hard thrusts as he hit you in all the right spots with his greedy, monstrous cock, which would elicit even louder moans from you. You cried out in even more overstimulating pleasure as you came again, shattering into pieces as he placed a soft kiss against your one of your ankles next to his head on his shoulder, making you squeeze around him like a glove.

And then, just as he was about to cum in you, he pulled out and spew his release all over your tits with a laugh, painting your pretty breasts with his load.

“Oh dear.. I’ve made such a mess, haven’t I? I’m so clumsy, let me clean it up for you..” He voiced, his tone mocking and playful as he leaned down and stuck his pink tongue out once more, before licking and sucking one of your nipples clean from his cum, fondling and tweaking the other with his other hand.

“A-ah!~ Haah..~ Phai- fuck!… Phainon please-!~” You sobbed out, unable to take even more pleasure and satisfaction as he sucked on your sensitive nipple, pulling it out with a satisfying ‘pop!’, creating a more reddish colour to its skin, before moving onto your other tit, licking it clean of his cum as you whined his name arousing-ly. It was all enough to make you cum again with an exhausted cry, your back arching upwards off the bed.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, [Name], my perfect girl.. love you so much, doll.. you tired now?..” He asked hotly against the shell of your ear again, peppering sweet kisses against the skin near it. Unable to speak properly, you simply nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down next to you on the bed, cuddling him and letting his warmth comfort you, as the smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air around you. But the two of you didn’t care at the moment, only holding each other, with Phainon spooning you and rubbing your sore legs.

After a while, you both came back to your senses from your dazes on cloud nine, looking at each other with love in your eyes.

“I love you, Phainon..”

You cupped his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks and squishing them, making his lips pucker out. You kissed his silly looking lips, and Phainon could only smile in response.

“I love you too, [Name]. But right now, we have to clean ourselves up, we stink.” He joked lightly, his tone now taking up its more lighthearted and bright side. He giggled as you whined about being too tired and sore to move.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you, silly” He then picked you up delicately in a princess carry, taking you to your bathroom and setting you down on the edge of the bathtub, before turning the water on and filling it up with warm water. He then, with your permission, added in some of your bath soak- a sweet vanilla scent- and mixed it all in until the water turned all bubbly and pretty. Dipping you in first and following through, with a sigh of satisfaction at the warm water, he pulled you towards him and let the warm water soothe both of your aches and sore spots.

“Thank you..” You mumbled quietly, giggling as he started washing your hair for you with your bottle of shampoo, following suit with his own hair.

“You’re gonna smell like vanilla and strawberries once you get out of here, Phainon” You joked playfully, causing him to pinch your cheek softly

“I wouldn’t mind. At least I’d be able to have your scent all over me where ever I go”

Laughing quietly, you let him pamper you, massage the knots and kinks from your back and thighs as the two of you would wash each other. Each of you putting the other’s hair into a soft bun as the conditioner was added in.

“You look silly, Phainon” You giggled, seeing the tiny ball of sopping white hair sit atop his head due to him having shorter hair than yours.

“Only for you, my love” He responded, kissing the top of your head and tucking it into his chest as the two of you sat in the heat of the warm waters.

After some time, Phainon got out to clean up the mess you two had made on your bed- to which you protested until he’d simply shut you up with a kiss and tease you about how cold it was outside the water. Not before long, he came back into the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and another in his hand. Picking you up, he patted you dry with the towel, with teasing, lingering touches in some areas, and wrapping the towel around your form, leading you to your now spotless, fresh smelling room.

“Sorry, I don’t have any clothes for you..” You spoke ashamedly as he helped you dress up into some lighter clothes now, to which he only responded by smiling slightly.

“I’ll be fine with wearing my other clothes, unless, you want me to sleep naked?” He now had a smug little grin on his face, but you knew his words held no actual lust behind them as his eyes were full of a familiar kindness and love.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind the view, but I don’t want you waking up with a fever in the morning.”

And with that, you were both cuddling in your now cleaned bed with new sheets and all. He had his sweatpants on from before, as well as his shirt, and you had your comfy pajamas on. He spooned you as he did before, tucking your head under his chin in the crook of his neck as you drifted off slowly to the feeling of his soft, pink lips peppering sweet kisses all over your face, his legs and arms tangled with yours.

“I love you, [Name]. I’m so glad everything worked out in the end..” He breathed out, before succumbing to the land of dreams himself, feeling the nighttime air of the open window gently making its way in and cooling down your room.

You were all his now, as he has always been yours from the start.

#honkai star rail #hsr #phainon x reader #yandere phainon #phainon smut #phainon hsr #yandere phainon x reader

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muwapsturniolo · 3 months ago

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WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH STURNIOLO TUMBLR, AND HOW DO WE FIX IT?

im actually sick and tired of all the bs on this app and I'm being fr.

there has been sm drama, and trust, I've had my fair share of it and this seems hypocritical but it gets to a point where you get tired of the shit.

im tired of getting into drama, ive told my close friends on here that, I've said it to myself so many times and I've been actively avoiding getting into shit that could get me into drama.

it's fucking draining.

im sure you guys are tired of seeing the drama, and i can understand why. you come on this app to get away from drama, you come on this app to kick your feet and giggle with your friends.

it seems like tumblr has become a cesspool of copying, hate, expose acct, and wild ass anons.

i wanna give my thoughts on all of those.

copying:

i really don't get it. like actually. you have writers on here who work hard, spending days trying to work out a fic/new au, only for someone to copy the idea with no credit, or they flat out copy and paste. its so frustrating and im being fr when i ask, what do you get out of copying like that? do you get off on upsetting people or getting them riled up? do you enjoy when you get attention even though it's negative? it doesn't make sense and i can't wrap my head around it. writing may come easier to some people and for others it doesn't, that does not give you an excuse to act like that. if you like an idea sm, ask the OG writer if its ok for you to write your own version. if you don't want to ask for reasons idk, at least tag our user or just put the link to the fic to give credit. its really not that hard! most of the drama on this app does come from people copying and not giving credit, it gets the writers in a tizzy, the anons get wild, and suddenly the OG writer is the bad guy.

expose accts:

we have all seen these expose accts and had run-ins with them. i truly don't know why they exist because usually they are made to hate on one person. you don't have to like that person, you arent obligated to like anyone. but making a hate acct for her or simply sending in hate to these accts about her and others is actually insane. these accts are so fucking draining and its like a constant back and forth because most of the shit they post about, its shit that has been addressed A LONG TIME AGO or hold no weight for the convo they are attempting to have. with that being said, its also people you will get into with on here, that will make posts about it and suddenly they allow all the hate in the world to be sent to them and they answer it. am i projecting? yeah i am, because this shit makes no sense. you want tumblr to be fun but you're making posts actively hating on me and others? you want tumblr to be fun but you're shading people and threatening to expose these people as if this is middle school? and let me just throw this in here, i really do hate when i have a bad interaction with someone and they post about it and suddenly ALLLLL of tumblr has been scorned by me when in reality idk half of you bitches nor know you by username nor have i had a convo with you. so how have i scorned you? the answer is most of yall havent been scored by me or others, you may just not like us and it's fine. but learn to hate in silence, otherwise drama is all we are going to see.

hate/wild ass anons:

CHILLEEEEEEEE, let me tell yall something. i truly do believe the wild ass anons are the main people starting shit and let me tell you why. anons have the ability to hide behind a damn screen, the drama hungry ones literally get off on going into peoples inbox and sending hate about that person, or other people. they know who will react and who wont. ive had anons come in my inbox saying someone copied me, and then i go check and there is literally nothing there. I've had people come in my inbox saying wild shit to me because they feel like they can cuz they arent saying it with their chest off anon. its crazy because truly, what makes them think they could act that way? it's not ok and it's draining seeing so many people hide behind a screen and hate just because they think its funny. ALSO, THE TYPE OF HATE PEOPLE GET IS CRAZY!!! TWWWWW!!! why are we getting death threats and being told we should slit our wrists and get raped? why are you saying you hope we get tortured and our whole family dies? like fuck, I'm not above telling someone to die, that's something i gotta fix with myself, but I'm never going to outright say disgusting shit like that and wish sexual assault/abuse on you. do fucking better.

BIG BLOG AND MEAN GIRL ENERGY

something that has always annoyed me was when people talk about big blogs is , yall have certain ppl in mind but you don't say who you are talking about when talking shit, but yall make it so obvious and that leads to people going in your inbox talking shit, and then the big blogs get upset and either act out or block, AND THEN YALL GET UPSET FOR GETTING BLOCKED!!! LIKE THIS SHIT IS INSANE!!! ITS ONE BIG LOOP OF STRAIGHT SHIT FROM THE BUTT AND ITS ANNOYING. a block is not that serious and i hate when a big blog blocks somebody, its like fucking presidents day and suddenly its a big deal and everyone HAS TO KNOW, when in reality, no one does! the same way yall block people on insta, twitter, snap, fucking Pinterest, WE CAN DO THAT ON TUMBLR AND IT SHOULDNT BE A FUCKING ISSUE!!! ALSO, im so tired of the clique talk and big blogs being mean shit. i can't speak for other people, but ik I'm not cliqued up and I'm not a mean person. i have made so many friends as of recent on here that i love and hype up constantly, I've always followed ppl back even to the point where i hit the fucking following limit which is 5K PEOPLE!!! i reblog fics all the time, i ask for more parts, i even help people with writing! ik others who do the same so it baffles me when they say we mean girls and cliqued up. we mean cuz we calling ppl out for copying and their bs? we clicked up cuz we're big blogs and talk to each other? im not saying this to be a bitch but it does seem like yall wanna be big blogs as well and you're upset we don't interact with your fics as much as others. and I'm sorry for that and I'm not trying to make excuses but we cant see everything! now to yall points, yeah alot of people stick to the writers they know and hype up the same ones. i will be the first to admit that's not ok and they should branch out and read smaller writers works, ill even be the first say more big blogs should do the same!!! now the big question is,

HOW DO WE FIX IT???

truth be told, there is no perfect solution to anything but this is what i came up with. for copying i want to say, just be original. even if you feel like your writing isn't good which makes you want to copy, KEEP WRITING ORIGINAL SHIT!!! there will be someone out there who fucks with it and will beg for more. if you truly do wanna do your version of someone else's fic, just ask. ik for a fact i will say yes and reblog and hype you up! for expose accts, block them and move on. lets stop entertaining them. they don't deserve our time and they feed off the attention. less attention they get, less of them will pop up. of course ppl will still interact and send them stuff about people, but we gotta learn to just ignore. for hate and anons, same with exposing accts. block and move on. i would tell everyone to turn off anons forever but that wouldn't be fair to the anons that actually act right and they don't deserve to have that taken from them. for big blogs what i can say in regards to big blogs is, lets do better for the other writers on this app. if you don't already, start interacting with smaller writers and hyping them up!!! ik when i was just starting out that their words of encouragement would have helped me a lot! as for the people who dont like the bigger blogs or wish we would do more, you don't have to like us, but don't send hate about us to others. truth be told it makes us not want to interact with anyone but our close friends and that's when drama starts and the community starts dividing.

i want better for this community, and again, i have had my fair share of drama. i can own up to that, but i can understand and see when change needs to happen and I'm ready for that change and I'm ready to get back to being a fun community.

you dont have to like me at all but i do hope what i said in this long ass post can at least be something we mutually agree on.

#peachesparley🍑#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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