#I don’t wanna point fingers like that but

[mattsstarlet]

fully introducing… dilf!brat tamer!chris and soft!brat!reader.

contains: smut (fingering, p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), rough sex, dom!chris, orgasm denial, slight degradation (?), pet names.

note: thank you for 1k :3 love u guys <33

you huffed for what would’ve been the tenth time that night; you crossed your arms but immediately put them down as soon as chris’ low, stern voice spoke into your ear. “be a good girl, doll; you’re gettin’ on my last nerve.”

it was a warning, something that should’ve gotten you to behave. though you couldn’t help but ignite the cheeky girl in you as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, trying to remain calm. you loved testing his patience, getting him to his breaking point. deep inside, chris knew that, but oh, how he loved taking the last laugh.

“but i want to go home,” you pouted, tugging on his jacket as he scanned his surroundings, checking to see if anyone was watching you throw a fit. he was furious, to say the least; you had been acting up the second the two of you arrived at a party he was invited to. he was rooting for having a good time, then if you were good, he was going to reward his pretty doll afterwards.

“please? this place is so boring and m'getting cold.” you whined, giving him your best puppy eyes. however, chris was completely over it; all he wanted to do was get home and use his toy. “you wanna go home, dollie?”

your face perked up, a giant smile tugging at your lips. you won. or so that's what you think. “yes. i want to go home now.” you said confidently, chris couldn't help but bite down his smirk. “yeah? get y’ass in the car and wait for me; i’m gonna go say ‘bye’ then.”

you squealed as chris’ hand came in contact with your bare ass, your skirt hiked up to your waist—not even daring to take your clothes off. he had you on his bed, face down, ass up, as he stood behind you, his hand finger-fucking your swollen cunt.

“do you think you deserve my cock or to cum after whinin’ in my ear all night? huh?” he roughly asked, his fingers curling inside you, making your own toes curl. he had denied you two orgasms already, making you desperate and sticky. you shook your head, whimpering as yet another knot forms in your stomach.

chris removes his hand from your ass cheek and to your hair, gripping it to give you a nice, harsh tug. “i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, mama. y’going speechless on me all of a sudden?”

“n-no,” you blurted out, your eyes leaking rain on the wrinkled sheets as your thighs shook. you were on the edge, about to cum, when chris took his fingers out of your sloppy heat once again.

he chuckled hearing your desperate sobs, “no, what, toy? use your fuckin’ brain and talk right.”

you whimpered, your hole clenching around nothing as your orgasm fades away. “n-no, i don’t deserve to cum… or your cock.” you cried, your tears staining your flushed face, ruining your makeup. you looked like a fucking wreck, but chris always thought you looked best in tears.

“say you’re sorry and that you won’t throw a fit when i'm with friends.” he demanded, his fingers running through your puffy folds. both his ring and middle fingers drew circles onto your clit, making you jump up from the stimulation.

you gasped, pulling the sheets to get a firm grip. “won’t do it again. m'sorry, baby, please.” you begged, no longer feeling his touch anymore. you squirmed, wiggling your ass in the air as you heard a soft thud—his jeans falling onto the floor. you almost lifted your head to look, but you knew your chances of getting a release weren’t guaranteed.

chris stroked his dick, coating himself with the remainder of your arousal on his hand. he thought about leaving you like this, needy and messy with your slick folds. though, he couldn't do that, not when he wanted to give you a deep fixing.

without a warning, chris plunged his cock into your pussy, holding you down by the back of your neck with his hand. “yeah? not gonna do it again right, mama? y'gonna behave like the pretty doll you are?” he groaned, hearing the wet noises your heat was making against his dick.

“uh-huh,” you breathed out; it was all too much for your brain—your eyes were droopy, and muffled sobs, along with saliva, left your lips as his hips snapped against yours. chris’ nails dug deep into your skin, leaving crescent moon marks.

chris groaned; your gummy walls gripped onto his angry length each time his hips pulled away. his hand on your hair pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “wakey, wakey, dollie,” he cooed, licking a strip up to your earlobe, tugging it with his teeth.

“did you learn your lesson now, baby? hmm?" he smirked, his free hand snaked around your tummy, feeling himself each time he thrusted. “or do i need to deny you another orgasm?”

“no, chris, please no. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whined, your hand looped under his arm, gripping onto his bicep as if your life depended on it.

he placed a kiss onto your neck, his low voice whispering into your ear, “yeah? go ahead and cum on my cock, then, ma. show me what a good girl you can be.”

your own nails dug into his skin as a loud moan escaped your lips—finally getting the release your pussy ached for. your tummy clenched as he continued to fuck you, aiming for his orgasm. your mouth hung low; noises that came out sounded almost like screams. your mind and body felt too overwhelmed, as his load spurted deep.

“fuck,” you fell forward; your body felt weak and tired. your eyes fluttered shut, almost snoozing off till you felt a light shake followed by a kiss onto your cheek.

“good girl, doll. all good? yeah?” he smiled softly as he watched you nod, rubbing your back to provide ease and comfort. “head up, dollie. gotta clean you up and put you in pjs first.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

for @marrykisskilled , my argentina baby

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 21

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: Angst, tension, arguments, hurt.

Nick and I stand there, frozen.

My stomach drops to my ass.

Christina is in Matt’s bed.

Fast asleep, wrapped up in his sheets like she belongs there. It reminds me of when I stayed in his bed in the house.

How could he allow her to do the same.

I feel Nick tense beside me, he's silent but I can almost hear the cogs turning in his mind, like he’s piecing together the same horrifying realization I am.

Then the ensuite door swings open.

And out walks Matt.

Messy hair. Shirtless. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Looks like she helped him out last night instead.

The second he looks up, our eyes meet.

And everything inside me stops.

Nick moves first, he could never be silent for that long. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Matt’s mouth parts slightly, but Nick doesn’t give him the chance.

“Seriously?” he seethes, stepping forward. His voice is a dangerous mix of betrayal and anger. “You fucking lied to me. To her.” His arm motions toward me, but I can’t move. I can’t even breathe.

Matt tries to speak.

But Nick gives him no mercy.

“I don’t wanna hear it!” he snaps, his voice rising. “I don’t wanna hear a single fucking word come out of your mouth right now.”

Matt’s face hardens, but he stays silent.

Nick scoffs. “You had one thing to prove, Matt. That you meant it this time.” He shakes his head. “And you couldn’t even do that.”

I can’t stand here anymore.

I need to be in my room. So I turn and leave the room.

Not fast. Not slow. I honestly feel like I'm floating.

I can hear Nick’s voice from down the hall, and he's not letting up easy.

“You either care about her or you don’t, Matt.” His words cut through the thick, suffocating silence.

“So which is it?”

I don’t hear Matt’s answer.

Because I don’t think I could handle it.

Nick’s POV

Y/n turns and walks away, and I don’t blame her.

I watch her go, watch the way her arms wrap around herself like she’s holding herself together, like she has to hold herself together because Matt sure as fuck won’t.

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

I turn back to Matt, still standing there like a fucking idiot, like he’s the one blindsided.

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking.” I breathe, the disbelief thick in my voice.

Matt doesn’t even try to defend himself.

Maybe he knows there’s no excuse.

Maybe he just doesn’t have one.

Matt motions me out of the bedroom before closing the door behind him, the two of us stood in the hallway.

“What, I might wake your precious Christina?” I sneer, pointing at the door. “Wouldn’t wanna interrupt her beauty sleep, huh?”

Matt exhales sharply. “It’s not like that.”

I laugh. “Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”

He shakes his head, but I don’t soften.

“I’m so disgusted with you.” I shutter. “I thought you would be real this time. That if you were serious about Y/n, you’d to fucking act like it.”

Matt clenches his jaw. “Nick-”

“And what do you do?” I cut him off. “You self sabotage. Again. Like you always fucking do. Because you never know how to handle something real.”

Matt’s eyes darken.

I don’t care.

I take another step forward. “And Y/n?” I point a finger toward the door she just walked toward. “She’s the realest thing you’re ever gonna get. And you know that.”

He drops his gaze for a second, but it’s long enough for me to see it.

Guilt.

Good.

“You know it” I repeat, voice quieter but my tone stays the same. “And you just threw it away.”

Matt opens his mouth, but before he can get a word out, a door behind me swings open.

“Jesus Christ” Chris groans, stepping into the hall. He looks half asleep, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Can you two shut the fuck up? Rachel’s asleep in my room.”

I whip around. “Oh, of course she is!” I snap. “So what, you’ve got a girl in your bed too?”

Chris blinks at me, like he wasn’t expecting that reaction. “What?”

I throw my hands up.  “Seriously, who the fuck thought it’d be a good idea to bring girls out here?” 

I don’t care who hears me.

I don’t care if I wake up the entire goddamn villa.

Chris shrugs, unfazed. “I did?” looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“The fuck are you freaking out about?” he scoffs. “I like Rachel, so I flew her out. I can do that, you know.”

I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Oh yeah? And you think that was a good fucking idea?”

Chris crosses his arms. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be?”

“Because look at what you just caused!” I snap, throwing a hand back toward Matt’s door. “You might not have been the fire, but you sure as fuck were the fuel.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being real.” I hiss, stepping closer. “I want them out. Within the next two hours. I don’t give a fuck what needs to be done. I want them gone.”

Chris’ expression hardens. “That’s unfair.”

I shake my head. “Unfair?” I scoff. “You wanna talk about unfair? Y/n spent this whole trip thinking her and Matt were finally on the same fucking page, and now she walks in to find Christina, of all fucking people, in his bed? And you wanna stand there and act like I’m being unfair?

Chris opens his mouth, as Matt stands awkwardly next to me.

Chris locks eyes with him.

“Wait, what?” Chris’s brow furrows. “She’s in your bed?”

Matt still doesn’t say a word.

Chris shakes his head, exhaling sharply. “Jesus Christ, man.”

I shake my head in complete disgust, looking between the two of them.

“The two of you are fucking idiots” I say, my voice filled with nothing but disappointment. “Absolute fucking idiots.”

Chris exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face, while Matt just stands there, still not saying a goddamn word.

I don’t have the patience for this. Not right now.

Without another word, I turn on my heel and storm down the hallway, heading straight for Y/n’s room on the other side of the villa. My blood is boiling, not just at Matt but at Chris too. They both fucked up, and they both know it.

As I walk away, I hear Chris let out a frustrated sigh before opening his door and stepping into his room.

Matt?

I don’t hear him move at all.

I get to Y/n’s room and try the handle, but the door doesn’t budge. It’s locked.

I sigh, knocking gently. “Y/n, it’s just me.”

A few seconds pass, and then I hear the soft click of the lock. The door opens, and there she is, completely wrecked, her eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down her face. My chest tightens at the sight of her.

“Ah no Y/n.” I mutter, stepping in without hesitation.

Before she can say a word, I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her tightly. The second she buries her face into my chest, she breaks, her sobs shaking her whole body. I squeeze her tighter, resting my chin on the top of her head.

“He’s an idiot” I tell her. “A fucking idiot.”

She doesn’t respond, just keeps crying, and I hold her through it.

After a minute, I guide her over to the bed, and we settle in. She wipes at her face, sniffling, and I wait, letting her take her time.

Finally, I ask, “What happened last night?”

Y/n takes a deep breath, wiping at her damp cheeks before finally looking up at me. Her voice is quiet, shaky.

“It was fine at first” she starts. “Obviously I was so happy for you, then you’s got up and left after Chris did.” She trails off, taking another breath.

“Then Chris came back with them.”

I already know exactly who she means.

“Christina and Rachel” I say, and she nods, pressing her lips together like even saying the name makes her sick.

“Chris kinda insinuated to Matt about them two catching up.. Nate and I felt awkward, so we went and did two shots and when we came back Matt and Chris were gone, it was just Rachel and Christina in the booth.” She says, staring blankly across the room.

“I mean, I knew things had happened between them before, but Matt told me.. he told me he hadn’t been with anyone since..” She pauses, blinking rapidly, like she’s trying to stop fresh tears from falling. “Since that night in the house. And Vegas was after that, so I didn’t think, I hoped, nothing happened. But the second she started talking, I just knew.”

She clenches her fists in her lap, shaking her head.

“She was smug. She kept making these little comments, insinuating that they were a thing. And when I asked her outright how Vegas was, she just smirked and said “WhAt HaPpEnS iN vEgAs StAyS iN vEgas.”

My jaw tightens.

“That was it for me” she says. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. I knew if I stayed, I’d just get more upset, and I didn’t want to make a scene. I just needed to leave.”

She looks at me with tired, blood shot eyes.

“Nate asked if I was okay, and I told him it was just a weird situation, but.. the truth is, it wasn’t just weird. It hurt.” She pauses. “I don’t think anything happened in Vegas.. Well, I didn’t. But the fact that she’s still here, still acting like she has some claim over him, and the fact that he-” Her voice breaks, and she swallows hard before continuing. “That he let it happen? That he didn’t even try to stop it? It just made me feel like a fool.”

I shake my head, anger building in my chest.

“You’re not a fool.” I tell her firmly. “He is.”

She gives me a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Me and Nate ended up leaving then, he didn’t want to stay either” she says. “I didn’t even say goodbye to Matt, but at that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be away from it all.”

I nod. “Was anything said at all?”

She sighs. “Nope, when we got back to the villa. I checked my phone, hoping stupidly that maybe Matt had messaged me. I know he’d seen I left. I just hoped that he’d care.”

Her voice wavers on those last two words, and I clench my fists.

“But there was nothing” she whispers. “Not a single message. Not a bit of concern. And I just, got so angry because I knew why I was angry. Because I care. Because I have feelings for him.”

She blinks, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“So I turned my phone off and went to bed, hoping that if I slept, the night would be over faster.”

I take a deep breath, letting everything she just told me sink in. I already was mad, but now? Now I’m fucking fuming.

I run a hand through my hair, shaking my head. “I'm going to say it again, but Matt’s a fucking idiot” I mutter.

She lets out a small, sad laugh. “Yeah. He is.”

I pull her in again, letting her rest against me.

I let out a deep sigh, rubbing my face. “I feel awful for not being there for you last night” I admit, my voice heavy with guilt.

Y/n immediately shakes her head. “No, don’t feel bad. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were living your life which you deserve, you were oblivious to everything.” She sniffles.

I lean my head back against the headboard, exhaling sharply. “Well, this whole situation has officially shocked me into being completely sober.”

That earns a small giggle from her, and I smile, relieved to see even the tiniest bit of light return to her eyes.

I tilt my head, looking at her. “Do you want me to stay in here for a bit?”

She hesitates for a second before shaking her head. “No, I think I’d like to be on my own for a little while.”

I nod, respecting her space. “Okay. But if you need anything, I mean it, Y/n, just come get me. I don’t care what time it is.”

She gives me a grateful smile. “Thanks, Nick.”

I squeeze her hand one last time before getting up, heading for the door. Before I step out, I glance back at her, still curled up in bed, her eyes staring off at nothing.

I want to fix this for her. I want to fix Matt. But for now, the only thing I can do is be here for her.

So I leave her room, closing the door gently behind me, and head to my own.

Y/n’s POV

I drag myself off of my bed to  push open the balcony door, letting the early morning air into my room. I feel like I’m suffocating in here, like the walls are closing in on me.

I crawl back into bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing and everything all at once. Numbness settles over me, and I let it. I don’t know how long I lie there, my mind running in endless circles, but it must be at least an hour.

Then, faintly, I hear voices outside on the patio. My ears perk up at the low tones, one voice sharper than the other.

Nate and Chris.

I don’t move, barely breathing as I listen.

Nate’s voice is quiet, laced with disbelief. “I just don’t get it, man.”

Chris sighs. “What?”

“This whole thing. I came home with Y/n last night, and I thought-” He pauses, like he’s still processing it. “I thought Matt was different with her. That he actually gave a shit.”

Chris exhales, and I hear the scrape of a chair moving. “I don’t know what the fuck is going if I’m honest.”

Then followed by a pause.

“The girls are leaving soon” Chris says after a moment, his voice more certain. “I told them they have to go.”

Girls? So that means Rachel is in the villa, too.

I close my eyes, pressing my fingers into my temples. The thoughts of the four of them being in that booth all night. It’s not the four it should’ve been.

“Good” Nate finally says, though his voice is distant, still caught up in his thoughts. “That’s good.”

Neither of them says anything after that, just the occasional sound of movement. I don’t know what to do with any of this. Do I go back to sleep and pretend I didn’t hear? Do I stay curled up in bed and wait for them to leave?

I don’t know.

All I do know is that I don’t want to feel like this anymore.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I hear the girls voices outside, light and carefree, like they have no idea the storm they’ve left behind.

They laugh, saying their goodbyes, talking about how much fun they had. Christina’s voice is the loudest, going on about how this trip is "so needed." Rachel thanks Chris for having them over last night, her tone full of gratitude, like this was just some casual getaway and not the disaster it turned into.

“We’ll let you know when we’re back at our hotel” Rachel says smoothly.

Chris responds almost too casually, “Yeah, do that. Hopefully, we can meet later. One on one.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the sting in my chest. Of course. Of course, he’s already setting up another meetup, like none of this meant anything. Like bringing them here, ruining everything, was just some minor inconvenience.

How long are they even here for?

I hear the shuffle of movement. I hear Christina giggle, making some passing comment about how wild the night was, and then the sound of the front door closing.

They’re gone.

But the mess they left behind? That’s still here.

I should feel relieved, but all I feel is exhausted.

I don’t move from my bed for the rest of the day. Not for food, not for water. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything settle over me. My mind replays every moment, every touch, every look, every promise Matt ever gave me.

Was it all fake?

Did he ever mean any of it?

Or was his plan to play with me all along?

I feel stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. I let myself believe in something real. I let myself believe in him. And now, I’m left here, in this bed, in this villa, drowning in the realization that I was just another girl to him. Another meaningless moment in his never ending cycle of self sabotage.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I’ve cried enough.

Instead, I just lay here. Empty.

Four more days in this place. Four more days of agony, of being in the same space as Matt, of pretending I don’t care when it’s eating me alive. Within the last 10 days, everything felt different, full of excitement, possibility. Now, it feels like I’m trapped in a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

It’s confusing. All of it. The way he looked at me before, the way he made me feel like I mattered. And now? Now he’s just another person who’s shown me that words mean nothing. That promises are empty.

But one thing is clear.

I don’t want to speak to Matt again.

a/n : GET HIM NICK GET HIM (dw any questions you may have will be answered)

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[strang3lov3]

Breathing Exercises

“You just lay there, pretty girl,” Roman instructs, pushing his finger further past the fabric of your panties. He can feel the fucking heat radiating from your pussy. “Do not move, do not talk, and do not think,” he says quietly, drawing his finger up and down your seam. “Nod if you understand, baby.”

WARNINGS - softdom!roman, smut, dubcon/noncon, intox kink (usage of weed), unprotected piv, oral sex, dacryphilia, anxiety, greening out, finger sucking, daddy kink, romey turns you into his brain dead little fuck sleeve and talks all slow and gentle to you, but is also kinda scarydaddy and mean, aftercare, little bit of a horrorfucky situation.

A/N - Heyyyyyyyy romey readers ♡ been a minute since i've written romey on his own!! february kinda sucked for me, sorry. anywho. you guys have to let me know if you wanna see stepdaddy after this or if you want more one shots or uhh... 1cky br0ther!romey. or gyno!romey. havent forgotten him either!

Roman’s been watching you fidget for the past forty-five minutes, the way you always do sometimes. You’ve been having more of these moments lately, or maybe it’s just that Roman’s only now noticing. It’s a whole lot of pacing, bouncing, and generally moving your body. You’re anxiously checking your phone, turning it off, then checking it again.

The floor creaks as you stand up and walk towards the other side of the room. Roman watches you fill a crystal glass with water from the matching carafe, drink it all, then repeat the action. When you’re done, you just kind of…stand there, bouncing on your toes a little. 

“You’re hovering,” Roman deadpans. 

“What? Oh, sorry.” 

“Sit down,” he tells you. “Watch some fuckin’...” Roman trails off as he looks around himself for the remote, then changes what’s on TV. “–Here, perfect. Parks and Rec. You love that shit, don’t you?”

You just barely nod as you sit down at the middle of the bed, back straight, legs tightly crossed. Roman’s lying on his side behind you, admiring the elegant curve of your waist for a lingering moment. 

He does his best to understand you, to empathize with you, but he just…doesn’t get it. Your whole fuckin’...thing. He gets it, logically. He can make sense of how your anxiety works. He just doesn’t feel it the way you do, and he doesn’t really quite know what to make of it, being on edge with no immediate threat around. How very odd.

Roman thinks sometimes about taking advantage of your body when you’re like this, all anxious the way you are. You’d be so fucking tight, he imagines. Your eyes frozen in fear as he slides into you. Arousal and fear kind of feel the same at a certain point, right? Heart racing, skin dampened with sweat, the tingle in your bones and the fluttering in your stomach. 

Roman waves away the thought. Not that he gives a shit, but it wouldn’t be right. A cheap shot, really. You’re worse tonight, worse than you’ve been in a while. Another time. You need something different from him, he decides.

“Psst.” Roman taps you gently with his foot, and chuckles when he startles you. “You’d make a better door than a window,” he teases.

“I’m s - I’m sorry. I’ll - I’ll–”

Roman sits up and crawls across the bed, then gently lies next to you. “You’re pretty wired, huh?” he asks through a smirk, resting the side of his face on his fist. 

You smile sheepishly. “Yeah,” you answer, looking down at him. “I’m sorry.”

“You get like this a lot, don’t you? All restless and whatever. Fuckin’ amped.”

“Sometimes,” you mumble. Roman makes a face at you, silently telling you to elaborate. “Yeah, I don’t know. I didn’t used to feel this way. I just get kind of, yeah. Wired, like you said, from time to time. It’s worse with caffeine,” you add, laughing awkwardly. 

Roman nods slowly, his hazel eyes sparkling under the low light. “What makes it better?”

“Mmm…sleep, maybe? That’s if I can sleep,” you chuckle. “Doesn’t always happen.”

“So you just don’t come down sometimes. You just stay like this.” You shrug while nodding. “Wow. That can’t feel good,” Roman says. 

“No, it doesn’t,” you agree, sighing a little. The anxiety starts to bubble up again, but you’re grateful for the moment away from it talking with Roman afforded you. “You don’t feel this way?” you ask, tucking your knees into your chest. “Like, ever?”

Roman shakes his head. “Nope. But I mean…I could make it go away, if you want.” 

“Breathing exercises? Because if that’s your suggestion, I’ve tried them and–”

“Nah. Well,” Roman tilts his head, then says, “Kinda.” 

Roman slides off of bed and enters his closet, shuffling through items. Sure, fucking you when you’re all anxiety ridden would be something. Violent, exciting, all that shit the darkest parts of himself craves. But fucking you stoned out of your mind, now that’s something else entirely. Getting you all high and fuzzy brained, you’re drooling into the pillows as Roman turns you into his own stupid little cock sleeve. 

He returns to you with a slick-looking device in his hand. 

“What’s that?”

“Cart,” he answers, and you look lost. “You’ve never seen one before?”

You shake your head. “I don’t even know what that is.” 

“It’s weed, dummy. C’mon. Keep up.” 

You look momentarily stunned, and Roman smirks as the gears turn in his head. “I appreciate it, Rome, but I really–”

“Oh, yes you will. C’mon, just hit it. It’s just a little fuckin’ weed, yeah? Nature’s remedy. It’ll cure what ails you, princess. All that anxiety, gone.” 

You’re skeptical. “That’s really weed?” 

“Mhm.”

“The kind that makes you relax?” 

Roman laugh. “No, it’s the other kind - yes, it’s the kind that makes you relax. Let me ask you, have I ever not delivered? Have I ever once steered you wrong?”

 “A lot, actually.” 

Roman laughs. “Okay, well, you can trust me now, alright? Hey - you’re gonna feel good. Now hit the pen, you fuckin’ loser.” 

Roman tosses you the battery, and it lands on the bed. He sits next to you as you inspect it, the shiny, sleek design, internally giggling as he knows how fucking potent this one is. You tuck your hair behind your ear and shake your head, then hand it back to him. “I’m okay, Roman. I don’t even know how to work this shit. And it’s been so long since I’ve smoked.”

“Oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” Roman grins, and it makes you feel even more insecure. He holds out the pen to you, wiggling it a little. “Just do it, sweetheart. Give it a try.” 

“I don’t think so,” you mumble, shifting in place, watching him toy with the device. He twirls it between his fingers, and presses the button a couple of times to make it light up, the multicolored glow illuminating his hands in pretty shades of violet, red, and blue.  

“I’ll even go first, yeah? Here–” Roman takes a hit of the pen, breathes in deeply and holds it, then lets the smoke seep through his nose with a steady exhale. He coughs a little, then giggles in amusement. “Now it’s your turn.”

“It’s alright, Roman. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, give me a break. You’ve sucked on a Juul before, right? It’s the same thing. You can do it. I know you can do it.”

Roman’s gaze is heavy and intense. His eyes are dark, but there’s something soft there, too. Comforting, probably deceptively so. You rest your chin on top of your knees, biting down on your shy smile. “Mmm,” you hum, contemplating. There’s something thick in the air. It’s electric, heavy and energetic.

Roman chuckles at your hesitation. “You are such a fucking pussy,” he taunts, rolling his eyes in mock disappointment. “But that’s fine. We’ll just do it the other way.”

“What’s the other way?”

“You’ll figure it out,” he murmurs softly, wearing another devilish smirk. Roman moves closer to you on the bed, mattress dipping with his weight, then wraps both of his hands around your ankles. He tugs on them gently, pulling you out of your curled-up position by setting your legs flat against the bed. He lays your torso against the mattress next, your heart pounding and fingers trembling as he hovers over you, caging you in.

“Roman–” 

“Shh…you’re in capable hands. You know that.” Roman takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your face, then brings the pen to his lips, raising an eyebrow as you shy away beneath him. He’s so, so fucking gorgeous. You could count all of his freckles here if you wanted to, follow the lines in his face with your eyes. Roman’s knee is pressed against your cunt, and he can feel you start to throb against him if he focuses.

“Mm-mm,” he hums quietly, bringing your focus back to him. He takes a long drag, then lowers his face, opening your jaw a little before he presses his soft lips against yours. He feeds his breath into your lungs, gently but steadily, and the sleek strands of his hair that fall over his eyebrows tickle your forehead. The smoke burns you inside, but Roman keeps you still beneath him. Finally, he pulls away, leaving you to cough and sputter on the exhale. 

“Rome–”

“Nope, you’re not done yet. Give me one more, pretty girl,” Roman tells you, taking another hit from the pen. He repeats the action but pulls back faster this time, and he presses his palm over your mouth and nose for a few seconds. “Attagirl, sweetheart,” he whispers, warm breath tickling your ear. “Hold it in. Just like that. Juuuuust like that.” 

You’re lightheaded already. Only when you squirm beneath him does Roman uncover your mouth, and a small puff of smoke clouds his face. 

“There we go. Wasn’t too hard, huh? You’re gonna feel so good, sweet girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You don’t feel so good yet, despite Roman’s promise. You just lie there on his bed, listening to the sounds of his TV becoming more and more distant, the rustling of fabric. The bed dips as Roman situates himself behind you, resting against the headboard of his bed. 

A moment passes before he speaks. “Hey, you,” he says. “Are you joining me or not?”

It takes you a second for his words to register, to even detect where they came from. You turn your head to see Roman smiling at you, his sharp canines on display. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, cheeks glowing with a gentle blush painted upon them. He’s shirtless now, too, and his soft stomach rises and falls with his steady breaths. 

“Oh, man. It’s already hitting you, huh, lightweight?”

…Is it hitting you yet? Getting high has always had a rather elusive, gradual start. It’s usually not until you’re feeling sort of heavy and floaty at the same time that you realize you’re there, and fuck, you are certainly there. You feel stuck to the bed, almost magnetically pulled to it. Roman giggles and crawls over to you, “Jesus, c’mere. Come snuggle me,” he says, “You’re gonna wanna be held,” then wraps his arms around you and tugs you with him toward the headboard again. 

Roman faces you toward the ceiling and lays your head in his lap. With one hand, he uses his long fingers to gently scratch your scalp as he turns on his phone with the other. He lowers the overhead lights, then turns on colored lights that glow under his bed and up by the ceiling. It’s very slick looking.

“Yeah, you like that?” he asks, “Do you like the lights?”

“Yeah,” you whisper softly, staring up at him. “They’re nice.” 

Roman smiles down at you, drawing little patterns on your face with gentle fingertips. He traces your features too, then pushes some hair out of your face. “Why don’t you watch the TV now, alright? Just lay like that.”

You nod sleepily, then turn your face to watch the TV as your high begins to set in a little further. Roman keeps his hands on you, always. Stroking your shoulders, fingers trailing up your neck. He turns you into a fidget toy of sorts, one of his own silly behaviors he takes on when he’s high. While watching the TV mindlessly, you’re not really sure how much time is passing. But you feel good. Relaxed, even. You love lying in Roman’s lap, head pressed against his soft, warm belly. He smells good, like some kind of gentle eucalyptus soap. And his happy trail is neatly trimmed. 

After some quiet between you and Roman, he speaks. “You feeling good yet? A little better?”

You look up at Roman then, and it hits you hard, just how high you are. Watching the TV, giving your mind and your eyes something to follow kind of dulls the sensation. Without it is a different story entirely. You blink at Roman a couple of times as he smirks at you. 

“Oh, fuck yeah. You’re high as balls, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I’m uh…” you trail off, taking longer to find the words than you should. “I’m a little dizzy.”

“Dizzy, huh?” he asks quietly. Roman clicks his tongue, then goes back to playing with you while watching the screen. He drags his fingers across your collarbones, tickling you a little. His hand inches down, rubbing you over your shirt. Your stomach flutters when he lifts your shirt a little and rubs your tummy, fingers dipping below the waistband of your sweatpants just a little. But his hands are so warm, so comforting. Gentle. 

Roman gingerly lifts your head, then slides from beneath you, allowing you to rest on the memory foam under you. You feel so heavy, almost like your body is slowly sinking through the mattress. Like quicksand. 

The bed dips by your legs, and then you feel Roman’s fingers undoing the bow tied in the front of your sweatpants, then brush over your hip bones as he hooks them under the waistband. He gives them a gentle tug, pulling them down your legs entirely. “Romey,” you murmur, “What’re you doing to me?”

“Romey, huh? Is that who I am?” Roman watches you nod, loving that lost look in your eyes. He laughs, “I like it. You’re so fuckin’ cute.”

“Why are you taking off my clothes?” you ask. “I’m so fu…I’m so confused.” 

Roman crawls over your body and leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, I know you are,” he whispers, then hums. “Oh, you poor, confused, sweet girl. You’re having such a hard time thinking, aren’t you?” he says softly, voice so tender in a way you’ve never heard from him before. When you nod, Roman says, “I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna make my words nice and easy for you, honey, so you don’t have to think too hard. Does that sound okay?”

You nod dumbly, and Roman smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. “I’m gonna give you some rules now, alright?”

“Rules for what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I want you to just listen to Daddy, okay? It’s super fucking easy. Can you do that for me?”

“Daddy?”

Roman nods, taking your hand in his own. “Mhm, Daddy,” he says, smirking. “Daddy’s in charge of you tonight, honey. And I’m gonna take good care of you, but you have to listen carefully to me, alright? It’s very important, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you answer, feeling unsure. Something about the way he talks to you makes you feel worse in some ways. Nervous. But he tells you that you can trust him, so you do, right?

“Alright, sweetie. You’re gonna let Daddy do whatever he wants to do to you, and you’re just gonna lie still and be pretty for me. See? Very easy. You can do that, can’t you?”

“I can do…” Roman’s brows knit together as you trail off. “You think I’m pretty?”

His lips curl into a lopsided smile at your question. “Of course I do,” he tells you, drawing his name on your thigh with his fingers, already marking you as his own. He grins at you like an animal, eyes black and devoid of any depth. “I think you’re just the prettiest, honey.” 

“I think you’re pretty, too,” you say quietly. 

“Oh, do you, now?” Roman passes a hand back through his hair, only for the strands to fall in front of his face again. “Well, that’s fuckin’ nice of you.”

Roman motions for you to watch the TV again, his hand still holding yours. He drops it, then moves back a little, and spreads your legs to sit cross-legged between your thighs. As you watch the TV, you’re getting lost in the visuals. One person’s face turns into another’s, then another’s. It bothers you a little if you think about it, but when you look at Roman, he doesn’t seem alarmed. He just keeps touching you, his warm, soft hands running up and down your thighs, rubbing little circles into your hips. He toys with your underwear, surreptitiously slipping a finger under the gusset. You freeze.

“Aren’t you…” you begin, and Roman raises his eyebrows at you. 

“Aren’t I…what?”

“Like, not supposed to be doing that to me.” 

“Uh huh…” Roman drawls, “I’m not doing anything, though.”  

“But–”

Roman pouts at you mockingly. “Oh, man. You don’t know what you’re talking about at all, do you?” He shushes before you can speak, “Shhh. Just - just be quiet, now. You’re forgetting the rules.” 

“The rules…”

“The rules,” Roman replies, nodding his head slowly. “I’ll give you a refresher, alright? You get one freebie. But don’t make me tell you again, okay?” He sounds so sweet, and so serious. You kind of hate the way he babies you and talks to you like you’re fucking stupid, but you don’t have the capacity to understand him in any other way right now. He tells you it really is best if you let him do the thinking. Just give that pretty head of yours one fuckin’ night off, huh? 

“You just lay there, pretty girl,” Roman instructs, pushing his finger further past the fabric of your panties. He can feel the fucking heat radiating from your pussy. “Do not move, do not talk, and do not think,” he says quietly, drawing his finger up and down your seam. “Nod if you understand, baby.”

You nod, feeling a little intimidated and, well. Compelled to obey him. Roman mindlessly drags his fingers through your folds. Nothing more, nothing less. Like it’s not a big deal, or something. Like if he’s nothing to him, then why would it be anything to you?

Roman rubs your clit in circles. Just steady, slow circles. The fabric of your panties becomes damp, arousal dripping down your pussy as he works you slowly, steadily. He takes note of your breath hitching in your throat, your breathing becoming heavier. You’re not quite moaning, not yet. But he’ll get you there. 

He pulls your panties to the side, then pushes one finger into your slick hole. Roman pumps it in and out of you for a couple of minutes, admiring how you soak him. One finger becomes two, and he curls those two fingers inside of you repeatedly. Slowly, at first. Just to make you squirm a little, and then he increases the pressure and the speed.

“Roman,” you gasp, arching your back. 

“Quiet, baby.” 

He uses his other hand to rub your clit as he fucks you on his fingers, and the sensation feels overwhelming. It’s pleasurable, sure, but it feels polluted. Overwhelming. You’ve never been touched like this while being high before. 

“You are sooo fuckin’ soaked,” Roman whispers. “Feelin’ good, yeah?”

“I - I don’t know,” you say quietly, sitting up a little. Roman pushes you back down. “I just feel so confused, Roman. And like…afraid, I think? Maybe?” 

“Oh, come on. It’s just a little touching, huh? You can handle a little touching. You have nothing to be afraid of. See?” Roman pulls his fingers from your cunt, and wiggles them in front of you. “Look at how wet you are, sweetheart. That means you feel good.” He sucks his middle finger, humming at the taste of your arousal, then leans over you and pushes his pointer against your lips and forces it deep into your mouth. “Taste it, pretty girl.” You can smell yourself on his hand.

Roman’s cock twitches as you suck your arousal off his fingertip, then he pulls his hand away. He pulls your panties down your legs and drops them on the floor, then pushes your shirt up your torso. 

“Rome—”

“No, baby. No more talking.”

Roman puts his hand over your mouth and dips his head lower, then kisses the valley between your breasts. He kisses across them, moaning into the soft flesh there, sucking on one of your nipples while he gently squeezes the other one of your tits. The soft strands of his hair tickle your skin, and you arch into his touch. 

He kisses his way down your belly, then lifts you up and slides a pillow underneath your ass. The slight change in position makes you feel like you’ve been thrown off your axis, head all fuzzy and full and spinning. Before you can settle into it, Roman’s pushing your thighs apart and rubbing the soft skin behind your knee with his thumbs. He blows cool air over your dripping seam, and watches as your cunt twitches.

As Roman settles between your legs and kisses your inner thighs, you debate opening your mouth to speak. You really don’t want him to be mad at you right now. 

Roman rests his head against your leg. “Hey.” He taps on your side, “What’s that look for, huh? You’ve got freak-out face.” You pause, afraid to speak. “It’s cool. You can talk.” 

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re like, totally freaking out in there,” Roman says softly, biting down on his twisted, delighted smile. 

“I just…I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Romey. I thought we were just gonna watch TV or something.”

“You can still watch TV.” Roman kisses your knee, “Daddy’s just kissing you, honey. That’s all. Nothin’ too bad. You like being kissed, don’t you?”

“I do, but—”

Roman startles you as he leaps forward, silencing you by pressing his lips against yours. It takes you a moment to return his kiss, to mingle your tongue with his the way he urges you to. You find a comfortable rhythm, and you feel content kissing him like this. His hands are gently cradling your face, and your legs brush against the smooth skin of his torso. But as quickly as it begins, it’s over. “Go watch your show, baby,” Roman whispers, kissing your lips one last time. 

Once again, he settles himself in front of your cunt. Roman kisses right over your seam, moving his lips gently. He slips his tongue over you, gathering your arousal on the tip to then drag through your folds. 

Roman told you to watch the show, but all you can do is watch him. His eyes are dark as he eats you, brows pinched together. A little line draws between them, and the veins in his forehead bulge a little. The tip of his perfect, freckled nose nudges against your mound as he swipes his tongue over your clit, eliciting the sweetest sound from you. 

His eyes dart to the mattress where you tug at the sheets. Saying nothing, Roman takes your hand and holds it, swiping his thumb over your knuckles. He does so intentionally, tracing each rise and dip of your joints, and it becomes something of a way for you to ground yourself amidst the discomfort. Roman devours your cunt, eating you for his pleasure alone. You taste so sweet, so very you. There’s no real pattern to it, just Roman blindly licking you, alternating between a flat tongue and a pointed one. He drags his tongue in swirls, figure-eights, circles. Even writes his name. 

When he wraps his lips around your clit and suckles you there, it makes you writhe and shudder. “Lie still,” Roman mumbles into your thigh, then goes right back to working you. 

Pleasure builds in your gut, but it doesn’t feel…right. It’s too intense, with no real start or stop of the sensation. It makes you feel like you’re breaking into a million pieces, and it makes you feel scared. You know it for certain - you are fucking scared. 

Roman savors the sweet noises of you quietly weeping and cumming, the choking sobs turned moans. He knows you’re way too high right now, just how he wants you. Fucking braindead and frightened to the bone. 

The pleasure doesn’t end there, however. The aftershocks of your release continue to roll through you, and you can feel it so awfully in your fingertips. You don’t even realize that Roman’s completely naked now, and so are you. He’s hovering above you, leaking cock tapping your wet cunt. You’re terrified. 

“I’m so scared, Romey,” you sniffle. “I wanna be done.”

Roman clicks his tongue and draws the head of his cock up and down your folds. He’s so pleasantly tickled by you, this whole thing - he thought you’d be all limp and mindless, but you’re afraid like you’re his fucking prey. “Yeah. But you’re not done, is the thing. Sorry.” 

“Rome–”

“You can cry, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” Roman holds your face, rubbing your cheek in circles, then notches his tip at your entrance and quickly thrusts into you. He reaches for the pen again and inhales a lungful for himself, one before he shotguns you again. You struggle a bit, grabbing at his wrist as you wiggle your body, trying to throw him off of you. Roman laughs and coughs, smoke blowing in your face.  You’re so fucking high that you’re barely moving, despite all of your efforts. Isn’t that just the funniest fucking thing? 

“Another,” he tells you, about to take another hit. “Open your mouth.”

“No, please. Don’t. I’m so fucking high, Roman.” 

“You’re really not,” he laughs, then grips your jaw tight enough to hurt. “Fuckin’ pussy.”  He squeezes your mouth open, takes an uncomfortably long hit, and forces all of his warm breath down your throat. Roman moans, feeling your cunt pulse around his length as you cough repeatedly, lungs on fucking fire. Your head spins as he giggles and lowers his mouth to your ear, and whispers, “You’re fucked.” He licks the shell of your ear as he draws out of you, and pushes slowly back inside. 

Roman pulls out again, so tender as he does it. Another gentle push inside, and soon enough, he’s found his pace. It’s not particularly hard, not particularly fast or brutal. As soft as it is, it still scares you. You don’t have a say in one thing that happens to you right now - not what you think, not what you feel, not how your body moves. Not even what you’re wearing. It’s all Roman - you are all Roman’s - and you can’t do one fucking thing about it. Your limbs are heavy as your mind races with incoherent thoughts. 

It’s all too much. Your heart pounds as Roman cages you in, slowly fucking in and out of you. You feel claustrophobic like this, smothered by his warmth and his weight, and your hands are pinned above your head. You don’t even remember that happening. “I’m too high, Roman,” you tell him. “I need–”

“It’s just a little weed, honey. You’re fine.”

“No, I’m really not. I feel - I’m scared,” you whisper, wriggling in discomfort. Roman pins you down with a hand on your tummy, keeping you in place. You’ve never felt afraid like this before. It’s not an immediate fear, not like seeing a spider on your refrigerator or hearing something go bump in the night. It’s dread more than it’s fear, really; a quiet and suffocating sort of terror. “I’m just so fucking scared,” you sob.

“Shh, hey - hey. You’re fine. Just look at the pretty lights, okay?” Roman tilts your head in the direction of the colorful glow, “What colors do you see, baby?”

Roman turns your face to the side, urging you to look at his lights as he fucks you gently. They shift in color, electric blue turning to violet, then magenta.

“Purple,” you answer. “And…blue…Can you pl–”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah? Kinda cool, huh?” he grunts, “What’s your favorite?”

“Pink,” you mumble, watching the colored lights and shadows dance on his ceiling. Roman’s bathed in all the same colors, his gorgeous skin painted in those gorgeous hues. 

“That’s good,” he says, “I want you to focus on the pretty lights and just let Daddy’s cock slide in and out of you, okay? That is aaalll you have to do. It’s very easy, honey. Be a good girl for me now, yeah?” 

Roman looks down at you and admires his work. Your skin glows under the multicolored lights, face sticky with tears as you cry softly. Your body is so soft, so fucking pliant. Close to dead, even. He did this to you. Roman did. And Roman’s all you have right now, for better or for worse. 

He kisses your neck, feeling your throat twitch under his lips as you hiccup and sob. “Oh, I know. Must be so hard, huh? Being Daddy’s pretty little fuck doll. What’m I gonna do with you, pretty girl?”

You don’t answer. Roman fucks you gently, steadily chasing his release. He licks his fingers and finds your swollen clit, and rubs it as he rolls his hips into you. The lights multiply and dance as pleasure builds inside you again, just as overwhelming as it was before. Lost in the colors, you cum while crying Roman’s name incoherently, and he guides you through your climax. His stupid, stoned fucksleeve. 

It’s not long before Roman cums too, shooting hot ropes of his spend inside you. He pulls out at the last minute to paint your cunt with his cum too, that last little bit. He rubs it into you with the tip of his dick, then lays next to you. He’ll have to clean you up before morning - or maybe he’ll leave you to lie in the mess he made of you. Depends on his mood. 

Roman turns your face to meet his and wipes your tears away. Poor thing. Your face is all puffy, eyes rimmed red by both the weed and your crying. Roman pulls you in for a hug, and buries your face into his chest that’s damp with sweat. You’re still vibrating with the effects of the high, but you can start to calm down in Roman’s arms. All you can do is melt there, and try not to think about any of it. Maybe in the morning the memory won’t be there. 

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 4: Paige's POV

Pacing back and forth in their room, Paige is trying to wrap her head around how they ended up here. Azzi is taking a shower, so she texted KK, explaining the recent events. 

KK: man...are you even gonna survive this week 

P boogers: IM FREAKIN TF OUT MAN

KK: nah bro you got this just act like y’all normally do

y’all already seem like you’re dating anyway

P boogers: why did i even text you

KK: bc you a simp in love

Paige throws her phone and flops onto the bed. She must have done something wrong in a past life to deserve this punishment. Maybe it's because she argued with that ref too much last week. 

Azzi walks out in just a towel and water dripping off her skin and holy shit. It was definitely the ref coming back to torture her. 

“Hey P, what drawer did you put my PJs in?”

“Top right.” Paige sighs and covers her eyes with her arm. 

“You sure you’re okay with this, Paige? I really don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.” Azzi fidgets with the end of her towel. Why does everything she does need to be so cute?

“No, Az, it’s fine, really. I just don’t wanna mess nothing up. Like maybe we need a timeline? Your parents on gonna be on my ass on why we didn’t tell them.”

“Easy, you asked me out like 2 months ago, and we were just say we figured they knew,” Azzi says so nonchalantly as if she’s had this ready her whole life. 

“Woah, pause. Maybe you asked me out!”

“Who would actually believe that, Paige?” 

“Okay, first, rude. Secondly, this was your whole idea to fake date, so you shoulda been the one to ask me out.”

“Okay, fine, I asked you out. No one would believe you made the first move anyway.”

“Bro relaaaaaax. I can make a move!” Says the girl who has never tried to make a move on her best friend she’s been in love with for years. 

“Sure you can, P. Rizz em up.” 

“Whatever, dude.”

“Also, stop calling me dude. It’s weird to call your girlfriend dude or bro.”

“But I call like everyone that it’s not weird!” 

Azzi glared at Paige hard. “If I was your girlfriend and you kept calling me dude, you’d be sleeping on the couch.” 

Paige put her hands up in defense, “Damn okay. What you wanna be called then?”

“Just like the normal gooey in love stuff like baby. Keep it normal.”

“Aight, Princess, as you wish.”

“See, you’re already being such a good girlfriend! My lil simp.” Paige throws a pillow at Azzi as they laugh. They both get ready for bed before Paige finally finds the courage to ask a question she’s been dying to know. 

“So, uh, like what did you do for our first date?”

Azzi didn’t seem caught off guard, just thoughtful. “Hmm, I’d probably bring you to a drive-in theater because you’re weirdly in love with your car and talk too much during movies. Plus you love anything that isn't healthy, so endless popcorn and candy for my girl, of course.”

Paige’s heart just stopped. My girl. They haven’t even had to really pretend they’re dating yet, and her heart is already stopping. “Insults aside, that actually sounds pretty fun. We should do that when we get back.”

“You asking me on a date already, Bueckers?” Azzi smirks as she slips into bed. 

Paige follows after her, rolling her eyes. “You wish.” They sit in a comfortable silence after turning off the lights. “Uh, you know people might think it's weird if we’re weird about PDA. Like, as friends, we are pretty touchy, so I feel like some of your family might expect us to be a little more affectionate.” 

“Hmm, good point. What are you comfortable with?”

Nothing and everything. “Down for whatever, Az. Like I said, we touch all the time already.”

“Hm, okay. So you’re fine holding my hand all the time?” Azzi slips her fingers into Paige’s hands. 

“Already do.” 

“Okay,” Azzi smirks in a way Paige knows means trouble. She has to be scheming. Azzi will take any opportunity to mess with Paige. Everyone else sees a confident and put together basketball player, but Azzi sees every side of Paige. Azzi moves her hands around Paige’s waist, looking down at her. “How about all the hugging and holding each other?”

Did this room suddenly get really warm? Thankfully, the lights are off, maybe hiding Paige’s red cheeks. 

“I uh m-mean we, yeah we hug a lot.” They’re so close at this point that Azzi can probably feel Paige’s rapid heartbeat. 

“How about kissing?” Azzi says softly as she leaned in towards Paige, moving her hands to grasp the hair on the back of her neck. Paige is paralyzed, staring up at Azzi’s eyes. Paige tightens her grip on Azzi’s waist under her sleep shirt. No sounds can be heard but their soft breathing.

Azzi’s smirk grows, knowing she has all the power over Paige. “Careful, Bueckers, you might fall in love with me.” Too late. 

Paige’s eyes flicker down to Azzi’s lips, and now Azzi was the one to freeze. They’re so close, and all Paige needs to do is inch forward the slightest bit. She’s imagined kissing Azzi a million times. Imagined what it would feel like and what she would taste like. 

Azzi audibly gulps when Paige looks back into her eyes. Paige has never seen Azzi like this before, but she likes it. 

Before either of them thinks it through, they close the gap. They were already so close, it's hard to tell who made the final move. It was soft and hesitant at first. They began to relax into each other, and their lips move fluidly against each other. Azzi sighs into the kiss and moves her hand to Paige’s cheek. 

Something about the movement brought Paige back to reality, reminding her that this was her best friend. That she can’t fall deeper in love with her. That this is all fake. Paige gently removes her lips, but Azzi looks down at her with hooded eyes. It feels too real. Paige hears Kk in her mind telling her to protect herself. Paige could feel the walls building around her, needing to remove the moment's intensity. Needing to bring them back to their usual teasing. 

“Seems like you might be the one who falls in love with me, Fudd.” Paige smirks as best as she can to lighten the moment. 

Azzi still tries to catch her breath as she removes herself slightly from Paige. “Oh yeah? Sounds like yet another challenge you’ll lose to.”

Paige could finally release a full breath without Azzi on top of her. “That tends to be what you say right before you lose to me.”

“Alright, Madison, simmer the confidence now. We need to be up early tomorrow, so save some of that for tomorrow.” 

Right, tomorrow. A day filled with lingering touches, kisses, and affection. A day that Paige can totally handle. Well, maybe.

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Azzi’s alarm goes off, signaling them to start their day. Azzi shoves herself into Paige, trying to hide from the intrusive noise. Paige only knows this because she hasn’t slept. How was she supposed to casually fall asleep after kissing the love of her life?

How the fuck did she get herself in this mess? Oh right, she never learned how to say no to Azzi. The girl who smiles at her, and the world slows down. The problem with this whole plan won’t be needing to fake it. The issue will be needing to fake being just friends afterward.

“Mhmm, Paigey, turn it off.” 

“Sorry, Az, but we gotta make it in time for breakfast. Mrs. Miller is kinda intense with this whole schedule.”

“You’re telling me.” Azzi smiles up at Paige and then shifts to slide off the bed and get ready for the day as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.

“Is the breakfast casual?” 

“Yeah, wear a bathing suit underneath it because it looks like we are spending the morning at the pool.”

“Sweet, we can play mermaids!” And avoid thinking about Azzi in a bathing suit. 

Azzi looks pointedly at Paige and laughs, “Just get ready, you guppy.”

“Here’s some orange juice and Fruit Loops as requested,” Azzi says lightheartedly with an eye roll. 

“Fuck yeah, thanks Az.” Paige immediately attacks her cereal as if she’s never eaten before. In her defense, all the food last night was stupidly fancy, so can you blame a girl for being desperate?

“Baby, slow down. You’re going to aspirate on a Fruit Loop, and that's not a cute look.” Baby. Now, that might be what kills her.

Paige smiles up at her with a colorful mouth full of cereal. “Sorry, I’m just really hungry.”

Tim jumps in, “Bueckers, you always eat like that when sugar is involved.”

“Don’t cap! I just really like my cereal, damn...”

Azzi seems to be looking at Paige, processing something until it clicks and rubs Paige’s back affectionately. “Shit, Paige, I’m sorry I didn’t even think about the food last night not being your vibe.” 

“Nah, I’m good forreal. These Fruit Loops are bomb.” As Paige finishes her sentence, Azzi’s aunt and grandmother walk up to say good morning. Azzi never moves her hand, but she does seem to have the slightest shift in her demeanor as her shoulders stiffen. 

“Morning, Grandma! How’d you sleep?”

“Oh, just fine! Thank you for asking, sweetheart. How about you, ladies?”

Before Azzi could answer, Jon scoffed, “I’m sure no sleep was had in that room if you know what I mean.”

Paige chokes on a Fruit Loop in shock. Azzi glares at her brother and rubs Paige’s back as she coughs it out. “You okay, baby?” Jon and Jose snicker in their corner, enjoying how red they made Paige. Grandma Fudd’s face flickers in confusion at the term of endearment for a moment. 

“Can’t believe I almost died because of a Fruit Loop.” 

Azzi’s aunt smiles lovingly at them. “You two are just so cute together! I ship it.” 

Jose is the one to step in this time. “Aunt Chrissy, where did you even learn to say that?”

“Oh, to ship them? I am cool and hip, you know.”

“Well, your old grandma isn’t, so someone fill me in.” 

“When you ship two people, it means you love them as a couple.” Paige could see the wheels turning in the older woman’s head. She’s bracing herself for the awkwardness that might come next. 

“Oh dear, I think I missed something. Are you two in a relationship?”

Azzi grabs Paige’s hand and smiles, “Yeah, grandma Paige is my girlfriend.” God, she wished that she could hear that on repeat. 

Jose mumbles, “Took them long enough.”

Azzi whips her head towards her brothers, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Dude, you guys have been in love for like ever.” Azzi’s face is one of pure shock, and Paige is pretty sure even a sunburn couldn't make her this red. 

To make matters worse, Grandma Fudd steps back in, “I must say I have to agree with your brother. I thought maybe there was something there, but Katie just kept telling me you girls are just close.” 

Azzi sighs and puts her face in her hands. “Okay, can we stop analyzing our relationship and just eat breakfast, please?” 

“Yes, yes, sorry, sweetie. It just all makes so much more sense why you never dated any boys. Oh, and poor Jonathan!”

“Oh, who cares! We want to hear all about how this all finally came to fruition!” Wow, Aunt Chrissy really does ship us.

“Azzi Fudd over here asked me on a date!” Paige smiles triumphantly, enjoying the side eye from Azzi. ”She made me a Tru Fru bouquet and brought me to a drive-in movie where she asked me to be her girlfriend.” 

Azzi laughs at the mention of a Tru Fru bouquet. “Yeah, well someone had to have the balls to make the move.” Okay, ouch.

“Aight, chill, dude. I was nervous.” Azzi glares at Paige and shoves her knee when she calls her dude.

“Sorry, baby, you right.” 

“Simp,” Jose mumbled under his breath while Azzi looked way too proud at the power she held in this moment. 

“Bro, why does everyone keep callin me a simp today?” 

Katie chimed in with a shrug, “You’ve been a simp since day one, Paige. It’s just more fun to say it now that it's official.” Azzi snickers and high-fived her brothers. 

The rest of the breakfast continued easily. Paige always felt the most at home with Azzi and her family. They had been done eating for a while, and Paige put her arm around Azzi’s chair. Honestly, Paige does that all the time, so it’s nothing new. What’s new is how much Azzi leaned into Paige and her hand placement on Paige’s upper thigh. 

People keep talking, and Paige genuinely tries to listen, but she can’t focus on anything but Azzi’s hand. Paige shifts uncomfortably, trying to deal with her inappropriate thoughts, which leads Azzi to move her hand up slightly higher when she turns just enough to look up at Paige. When Paige looks down, her breath hitches at how close their faces are, and she sees Azzi’s eyes flicker down to her lips before coughing and returning to the normal conversation. How can she be so nonchalant? Since when has Azzi been a world-renowned fake girlfriend actor?

Mrs. Miller enters the breakfast room with a mimosa on her way outside. Now Paige’s brain has shifted to finding where she got that mimosa. She’ll need some liquid courage to deal with the touching for an entire day. “Good morning, Fudd family! Please take your time and join us out by the pool.”

Paige stands up rather abruptly at the invitation. If she doesn’t have some space soon, she might pass out. “Uh, sorry, I love swimming.”

Everyone laughs at Paige endearingly, and Azzi moves to stand, catching Paige’s hand like it’s second nature and making their way outside. 

Once they settle, Azzi removes her sundress, exposing her pink bikini, abs, and that damn belly button piercing. That piercing might be semi-responsible for Paige’s sexual awakening. In high school, it was easier to push feelings off and make excuses for their touchiness. But when Azzi showed her the new piercing, the way Paige’s body reacted was definitely not one for a best friend. Now, all these years later, it’s still that damn piercing catching her off guard like she got it yesterday. 

Azzi grabs sunscreen, successfully removing Paige from her daydream. “Alright Bueckers, get over here so that pretty face of yours doesn’t burn.” Azzi straddles the tanning chair in front of Paige, without a care in the world that it’s just a tiny bikini bottom covering her. “Hmm, looks like you’re already getting red, Paigey. Let’s get this on fast.” 

Well fuck.

[honeyscara]

❝ not a joke ❞ — Shoyo hinata

-haikyuu(spoilers!)

Synopsis: childhood friends to lovers

Cw: fem! reader x timeskip! Hinata, 18+ MDNI!!, soft sex, fingering, protected sex, hinata being a sweetheart

~4.4k words, this is part 2, { part 1 here }

Hinata snapped his gaze back up, his entire face burning like a wildfire. "I—I wasn’t looking!" he blurted, immediately making it so much worse.

You blinked up at him, lips slightly parted, cheeks tinged pink. The way you were pinned beneath him, your body warm against his, your shirt still not fixed. The air between you turned thick, charged with something different—something neither of you had ever really faced before. Your legs shifted slightly beneath him, your skin brushing his in a way that sent a full-body shiver down his spine.He should move. You should.But for some reason, both of you couldn't.

Hinata wasn't thinking.

Or maybe he was. Maybe he was thinking too much—about the way you felt beneath him, about how warm your skin was where his hands had just been, about how your shirt was still bunched up, exposing way more than it should.

And before he could stop himself, the words just fell out.

"Have you…" He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Have you done it before?"

Your entire body went still. "What?"

Hinata’s face explodednwith heat, but now that the words were out there, he couldn’t take them back. "You know… what happened in the movie earlier…"

The second realization hit you, your stomach flipped. "Shoyo." Your voice came out a little breathless, a mix of shock and something else you couldn’t quite name. "Did you just ask me if I’ve—"

"NO—! I mean, yes—I mean—I DON'T KNOW!" Hinata panicked, throwing his hands over his face and backing away. "Forget I said anything!"

But how the hell were you supposed to forget that?!

Your heart was pounding, your breath uneven as you sat up and stared at him. "Why?" You smirked slightly, despite the heat rising to your own cheeks. "You wanna know for a reason?"

Hinata choked so hard he nearly toppled off the couch. "W-WHAT?! NO! THAT’S NOT—"

You leaned in slightly, watching him unravel with way too much amusement. "Then why’d you ask?"

"I don’t know!" His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his hands. "It just— It just came out, okay?! I wasn’t thinking!"

You tilted your head, eyes glinting with mischief. "That means you were thinking about it at some point, though."

"STOP!" He whined, practically curling into himself. "Oh my god, why did I say that?!"

You laughed, but your heart was still racing. Because underneath all the teasing, the air between you felt different now.

The words slipped out before you could even think.

"Wanna do it?"

Silence.

Your heart stopped.

Your brain shut down.

Oh. Fuck.

THIS—this was not casual joking. Definitely not innocent. And the second you processed what had just come out of your mouth, your entire body locked up in horror.

You snapped your head toward Hinata, praying he hadn’t heard you—

But oh, he heard you.

His wide, amber eyes were locked onto yours, his face frozen in absolute shock. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He just sat there, staring, his mind clearly crashing.

The tension in the room skyrocketed. The air felt too thick, your own breathing unsteady.

You swallowed, your hands gripping the hem of your still-bunched-up shirt. "I—"

Hinata blinked. "Did you just—"

"NO!" you practically shouted, scrambling to fix what you just ruined. "I—I didn’t mean— That was a joke, obviously—obviously! Ha ha—*"

Hinata still wasn’t speaking.

"Shoyo, say something," you pleaded, face burning hotter than the sun.

Hinata suddenly let out the most awkward laugh you’d ever heard, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to shake off whatever this was. "Ha—haha— wow, uh… that was… something."

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. "Forget I said anything. Please. Just erase it from your memory forever."

But then—he moved closer.

Your hands dropped just in time to see Hinata leaning in, his usual nervous energy still there, but something else simmering beneath it. Something that made your breath hitch.

His voice came out lower than usual, hesitant but undeniably curious. "But… what if we do?"

Your stomach flipped.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because—what?

Your heart pounded in your ears as his amber eyes locked onto yours, studying your face like he was trying to figure something out. His usual dorky grin was nowhere to be found—only a slight, almost teasing smirk tugging at his lips. He was joking. Right? He had to be.

Right?

But if it was a joke, why did he lean in just a little more? Why was his breath so warm against your skin? Why did his fingers twitch like he wanted to reach for you?

Your heart pounded against your ribs. This was Hinata. Your childhood best friend. The same Hinata who used to challenge you to ridiculous races, who laughed until he cried over the dumbest things, who once fell out of a tree trying to impress you.

Now he was looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time. Like he wanted to hear your answer.

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt. Your heart was practically hammering against your chest, your pulse roaring in your ears.

And then—without even thinking—

You nodded.

Hinata’s breath hitched. His eyes widened just slightly, amber flickering with something undeniably different.

Neither of you spoke. The weight of your answer settled between you, thick and heavy, making the air practically hum with something unspoken.

Hinata shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for just a second too long.

"You’re serious?" His voice was barely above a whisper. You exhaled shakily, unsure if you could even trust your own voice. But you managed the tiniest nod.

Hinata didn’t move for a moment, just staring at you, his lips parting slightly like he was trying to process what the hell was happening right now.

And then—

He leaned in.Hinata hesitated for just a second, his breath warm against your skin, his lips so close yet not quite touching. It was like he was giving you a chance to pull away, to take back your silent answer.

But you didn’t.

And that was all he needed. His lips brushed against yours—soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But the second he felt you respond, a quiet exhale escaping you, something in him shifted.

His hand found your waist, warm and a little unsure, but steady enough to make your stomach tighten. His other hand hovered near your cheek, not quite touching but so close it sent a shiver down your spine.

This was Hinata. Your best friend. The boy who had been by your side for years.

And now he was kissing you.

A quiet, surprised hum slipped from your lips, and that sound alone seemed to undo him. His grip on your waist tightened just slightly, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss—still gentle, still careful, but undeniably real.

It wasn’t just a joke anymore. It wasn’t teasing.

It was happening. You tugged onto his hair as he as he deepened the kiss, going lower to your jaw and neck.

His fingers trailed across your back and shoulders before reaching into your hair again, tangling their way through your locks while his tongue teased along your collarbone.

You couldn’t help the soft noise that escaped your lips, and the second Hinata heard it, a quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest. His face hovered just above yours, amber eyes dark with something unreadable.

"Sho…" you breathed, your fingers tightening slightly against his shirt.

"Yeah?" His voice was low, a little breathless, as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His expression softened, concern flickering behind the heat in his eyes, always wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You hesitated for just a second before lowering your gaze, suddenly feeling so much shyer than before. "Can we… go to the bedroom instead?"

Hinata blinked, his lips parting in surprise. But then, as your words fully registered, a slow, almost mischievous smile tugged at his lips.

"Yeah," he murmured, nodding before standing up—only to suddenly scoop you up into his arms like you weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp left your lips as your feet left the ground, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "H-Hinata!"

"What?" He grinned down at you, eyes twinkling. "Gotta put all this muscle to good use, right?" Your heart flipped in your chest.

He carried you effortlessly into the room, his grip warm and secure as if he never wanted to let go. And when he finally set you down on the bed, he did it so gently, as if you were something precious—something he wanted to take his time with.

You barely had a moment to process the warmth creeping up your neck before he reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. Your breath caught as you stared.

Hinata tossed his shirt aside and leaned over you, bracing himself on his arms. His toned chest, the sharp lines of muscle carved into his stomach, the definition in his arms—when the hell had he gotten so built?!

"What happened to that tiny little guy I used to know?" you teased, though your voice came out just slightly breathless.

Hinata smirked, his face lowering until his nose brushed against yours. "Guess I had a growth spurt."

His lips hovered just above yours again, his breath fanning against your skin.

"Want me to show you just how much I’ve grown?"Hinata’s smirk deepened at your flustered expression, and before you could even think of a response, he moved.

Slowly, deliberately, he dipped his head down, his lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your jaw. A sharp inhale slipped from your lips, your fingers curling into the sheets as he trailed lower, so achingly slow it sent shivers down your spine.

Then—a kiss. Right at the base of your neck. Soft. Testing.

And then another.

Hinata exhaled against your skin, his breath warm, his lips pressing more firmly this time. A soft hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he felt you tense beneath him.

"Sho—" You bit your lip, your hands twitching, unsure where to place them as he continued his path downward.

Then, he sucked.

A startled gasp escaped you as his lips latched onto your neck, his teeth barely scraping against your skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. His hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as he worked another mark just a little lower.

He wasn't stopping.

Another kiss. Another slow, teasing graze of his teeth. Another deep, lingering press of his lips, leaving behind warmth and a faint sting.

Your head tipped back, your breath uneven. "Hinata…"

He hummed against your skin, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "You called me Sho earlier," he murmured, pressing another kiss just below your ear. "I think I like that better."*

Hinata’s fingers ghosted beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch featherlight yet searing against your skin. Slowly, deliberately, his hand slid higher, tracing the curve of your waist before stopping just below your breasts.

Your breath hitched, your body tensing ever so slightly. He hesitated, amber eyes flickering up to meet yours, searching—asking a silent question.

You swallowed, your pulse pounding in your ears, and after a moment, you gave a slow, tentative nod. Something in his gaze darkened, but his lips curved into the softest, most reassuring smile.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice warm, steady.

Then, with aching slowness, he pushed your shirt higher, his fingers skimming over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He took his time, almost as if savoring the moment, before finally slipping the fabric over your head and tossing it aside.

Hinata’s breath caught. This was his first time seeing you like this.

His gaze roamed over you, admiration flickering across his face—like he wasn’t sure whether to blush, stare, or touch.

"Wow," he whispered, more to himself than to you. And just like that, the heat in your cheeks spread all throughout your body.

"Sho… I’m nervous," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Instinctively, your hands moved to cover your bare chest, a flush creeping up your neck.

Hinata’s gaze softened as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek before cupping your face gently. "Hey," he murmured, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against your skin. "You’re beautiful. Inside and out."

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

Before you could even process the warmth pooling in your stomach, he leaned in, pressing soft, open mouth kisses along your jaw, trailing lower—down the column of your neck, across your collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Your breath hitched when he dipped even lower, his hands tracing along your sides before his fingers grazed your sensitive nubs. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips.

Hinata paused, his warm breath fanning against your skin. "Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?" he murmured, his voice low, almost hesitant.

And then—an experimental flick of his tongue.

A sharp inhale. Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you as a quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.

Hinata stilled for a moment, watching your reaction with something unreadable in his gaze, before he smiled.

"Guess I’m doing something right," he teased, his voice husky, before leaning in again.

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to respond—to say anything—but any words you had were lost when he dipped his head again, sucking teasingly as his other hand simultaneously twisted your sensitive nubs between his thumb and index finger.

"Nnnm!" you moaned, your whole body tensing as his tongue glided over your sensitive flesh as his fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts. Your head fell back, your nails digging into his shoulders as another shudder rolled through your body. When he looked up at you, his eyes held something softer now.

"You okay?" he asked, searching your face as be slipped one hand in your shorts.

You swallowed, your fingers reaching up to thread through his messy orange locks. "Yeah," you breathed, your heart hammering as he trailed against your heat while maintaning eye contact with you. "You’re being really sweet, you know that?"

Hinata chuckled,"Well… it’s you," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Of course I want to take my time and make sure your okay."

Hinata’s words sent a whole new kind of warmth rushing through you—one that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way he was looking at you. Like you were something precious. Like he wanted to memorize every single detail.

"aah–" a whimper escaped your lips as he slipped a finger inside. The sound and the sight made hinata groan as he felt his own dick twitch in his pants. fuck

He slowly slipped off your shorts while pumping his index finger in and out of you, trying not to rush things because fuck, he wanted you to have the most pleasure since he knew this was your first time. But god –dammit—his cock was getting harder by the second as he watched you squirm underneath him. The slight hitch in your breathing, the way your body trembled in his hands.

"mmhm shoyo.." Hinata bit his lip, his breath hitching at the soft, unfiltered sound that slipped from your lips. His grip on your thigh tightened as he increased his pace.

Your fingers curled into the bedsheets as his finger pumped in and out, one hand slipping higher along your side, grazing over your chest in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

Then, just when you were about to come undone, he suddenly stopped.A whimper of protest left your lips before—

A sharp gasp.

Hinata pressed two fingers against your sensitive bud, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. Your back arched off the bed, head tilting back as a strangled moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice husky, filled with something that made your skin burn. "I could do this all night."

~

Hinata hovered above you, his gaze searching yours, his breath slightly unsteady. His fingers traced soothing circles against your skin, as if grounding both of you in the moment.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked as he positioned himself, his voice softer now, tinged with both anticipation and concern.

You held his gaze, taking him in—the flushed cheeks, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the warmth in his eyes that made your heart stutter.

Then, slowly, you nodded. "I want this," you murmured, voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.

A breath you hadn’t realized he was holding escaped him, and his lips curled into the faintest, almost relieved smile. "Me too," he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against yours—soft, lingering, like he wanted to savor the moment.

"But wait a min—" Hinata scrambled off the bed, ruffling through his nightstand drawer with frantic determination. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching with a mix of amusement and curiosity as he dug through the clutter—receipts, old keychains, a half-empty pack of gum—before his fingers finally curled around a small foil packet.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Wait…" You sat up, pointing at the item in his hand. "You actually have one?"

Hinata turned to you, looking almost too proud of himself. "Of course I do!" he said, puffing out his chest slightly. "Gotta be prepared, right?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. "Uh-huh. And just when exactly were you planning to use it, Mr. Innocent?"

His confident facade instantly crumbled. "Wha—no! It’s not like that!" His face turned a deep shade of red as he waved the packet around defensively. "I just… I mean—it's been in there for a while! I didn’t even know I still had it!"

You raised a skeptical brow, lips twitching. "So you're telling me you've been hoarding a condom like some kind of secret treasure?"

"I- wasn’t hoarding it!" Hinata groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before shooting you a playful glare. "Are we really gonna have this conversation right now?"

You giggled, shaking your head. "I just never thought my best friend was so...prepared. "

Hinata huffed, throwing himself back onto the bed beside you. "Yeah, well," he muttered, shooting you a side glance, "you never thought we'd be here either, huh?"

Your breath caught, heart skipping a beat at the weight of his words. He wasn’t wrong. Hinata sat up, still slightly flustered but determined as he held the small packet between his fingers. You watched as he brought it to his mouth, gripping the edge with his teeth before tearing it open with an effortless pull.

Your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

Hinata glanced at you, amusement flickering in his gaze as he tossed the wrapper aside. "What?" he asked, voice laced with playful confidence.

You blinked at him. "Nothing…" You paused before raising a brow. "Just didn’t expect you to look so—" You waved a hand vaguely, searching for the right word. "…experienced."

His cheeks tinted pink, but he smirked anyway. "Told you I’m prepared," he teased.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah… just get over here, ‘Mr. Prepared.’"

Hinata grinned, placing himself before your legs again, slipping the latex over his throbbing dick. "gladly" before he pushed in slowly, letting you get comfortable first.

You leaned your head back against the pillows, relaxing your jaw and eyes closing as he gently thrust forward—slow, deep

~

The next day you woke up to the feeling of something lightly brushing your face. Your eyes fluttered open to find hinata already awake.

"sorry, did I wake you up? you can sleep more if you want" he said caressing your cheek.

"hmm..give me a few minutes" you hummed in response.

Hinata let out a soft chuckle as you burrowed closer, your warmth seeping into him like the morning sun filtering through the curtains. "Take all the time you need," he murmured.

Hinata’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your back, his touch featherlight against your bare skin. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the sheets tangled around you both, a quiet reminder of everything that had happened last night.

Your face heated at the thought, and you instinctively curled closer, hiding in the crook of his neck. He let out a soft chuckle, his chest vibrating beneath you.

"Shy now, huh?" he teased, his voice still raspy from sleep. "You weren’t like this last night."

Your fingers twitched against his skin, and you groaned, lightly smacking his shoulder. "Don’t remind me."

"Why not?" He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. "I think it was kinda cute how you—"

"Sho!" You cut him off, reaching up to cover his mouth with your hand, your cheeks burning.

Hinata laughed against your palm before gently pulling your hand away, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop," he said, though the smirk on his lips told you otherwise.

As you lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of the morning, you hesitated for a moment before finally whispering, "This was my first time, you know…"

Hinata’s hold on you tightened slightly as he looked down, his expression softening. "Yeah?" he murmured, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

You nodded, feeling the heat rise to your face. "And I’m glad it was you."

His eyes widened slightly before a warm, boyish grin stretched across his face. "That’s kinda unfair," he said, voice laced with fondness.

You blinked. "Huh?"

"You keep saying cute things and expect me to just stay normal?" He chuckled, pulling you closer as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Now I feel even luckier."

Your heart swelled at his words, but curiosity got the best of you. "Wait… what about you?" You hesitated. "Did you, um, y’know… with someone in Brazil?"

Hinata paused for a moment, blinking at you. Then, just as you were about to clarify, a sly smirk crept onto his face.

"Mmm… maybe," he hummed, stretching lazily. "There were a lot of pretty girls over there, you know…"

Your face immediately scrunched up, and without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow and whacked him with it. "You idiot!"*

"Ow—hey!" He laughed, shielding himself as you rained soft blows down on him. "I was kidding! I was kidding!"

You huffed, arms crossed, glaring at him. "Not funny."

"It was a little funny," he grinned, reaching for your wrists to stop your assault. "And for the record," he pulled you closer, his expression turning sincere, "you were my first too."

Your frustration faded as your eyes met his, warmth bubbling in your chest again. "Really?"

Just as you were about to relax again, he smirked. "And, well… you’re about to be my second time too."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Then you noticed the way his gaze darkened, a familiar heat behind his eyes as they trailed lower. That same look from last night—mischievous, wanting, hungry.

And that’s when it hit you.

In the middle of your little pillow fight, you had completely forgotten you were only wearing his unbuttoned shirt. And now that you were sitting up straight… you were practically on full display for him. Hinata swallowed hard, his shameless gaze lingering.

"Stop staring, you perv!" you yelped, grabbing the pillow again in a weak attempt to shield yourself.

But Hinata only laughed, effortlessly plucking the pillow from your grasp and tossing it aside. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, shifting closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap. "You’re literally sitting here, wearing nothing but my shirt, and you expect me to just—" He exhaled, resting his forehead against yours. "..not want you all over again?"

Your breath hitched.

Hinata’s hands moved up, fingers tracing light circles against your back, sending tiny sparks up your spine. You gulped, suddenly very aware of how close you were—his bare chest pressed against yours, his breath fanning against your lips, the way his grip on you tightened just slightly.

"Sho…" You whispered, your heart pounding in your ears.

He hummed in response, his hands sliding lower, squeezing your waist gently. "We don’t have to, y’know," he said, voice softer this time. "I just… really like being close to you."

Your fingers curled against his shoulders. "I… I like it too," you admitted, cheeks warm.

Hinata grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before murmuring against your skin, "Then let me hold you a little longer."

And just like that, you melted into him, letting yourself fall into the warmth of his embrace.

[verstappenverse]

NSFW Excerpt Preview from - No Strings, No Feelings, No Problem (tbc)

The moment Max walks through the door, his eyes are locked onto you like a predator closing in on its prey. His suit jacket is discarded in an instant, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone as he stalks towards you.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough as he presses you against the wall. His fingers graze along your jaw, tilting your chin up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. “Don’t close your eyes baby. Look at me.”

You swallow hard, the weight of his dominance settling over you. His lips brush over yours but don’t quite meet, just out of reach, teasing as you instinctively chase him.

His pupils are blown wide with want, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as his hands explore your body, rough and possessive. “Open your legs for me baby. I wanna see you.” The way his voice drops sends a shiver down your spine, anticipation thrumming through your veins. “So fucking pretty like this.”

His hand slides up your thigh, the rough pads of his fingers dragging over your sensitive skin "Always so eager for me."

Your breath hitches as he drags his lips down your throat, teeth grazing over your pulse point. A whimper escapes before you can stop it, and Max groans, his grip tightening. "That noise… keep making it." He drops his head to the crook of your neck, dragging his teeth over your skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "I want everyone to see this and know you're mine."

Your hands tangle in his hair, nails scratching along his scalp, and he lets out a guttural moan, rutting against you like he can't get close enough. “Fuck—uh, I love it when you touch me like that.”

His fingers press into your skin, his grip unrelenting as he manoeuvres you effortlessly. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” His voice is demanding, laced with impatience, and you obey instantly, feeling the strength in his arms as he lifts you.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

Your breath stutters, lips parting as a shaky whimper escapes, but it’s not enough, not for him. Max’s grip tightens again, his fingers digging into your skin, urging, demanding more.

“Come on baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “I know you can do better than that.”

You swallow hard, pride warring with the desperate need curling in your stomach. He’s relentless, teasing, making you squirm beneath him, refusing to give you what you want until you give in to him completely.

“Max…” you gasp, your hands gripping at his shoulders. “Please...please, I need you.”

He groans, head tilting back as if he’s savouring the sound. “That’s a good start,” he muses, lips brushing over your jaw. “But I want more.”

Your cheeks burn, frustration and longing twisting inside you, shameless in the way you press closer. “Please, Max. I need you—I need you so bad.”

His control wavers for just a second before his mouth crashes against yours, swallowing every last plea. “That’s more like it,” he growls,

Your body responds to him instinctively, heat pooling low in your stomach as he pushes into you, his hands everywhere at once. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he mutters against your lips, stealing your breath with another all-consuming kiss.

“Faster—ah—harder…” your voice is raw, desperate, and he can’t help the grin that tugs at his lips, loving the way you come undone for him.

He moves with purpose, teasing, tormenting, drawing out every sound he can. "Fuck, you’re so fucking hot." His words come out ragged, strained, his control slipping as he watches you unravel beneath him.

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushes you past your limit, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He smirks, satisfied but insatiable, his fingers still tracing possessive patterns against your skin.

“I wanna go again,” he murmurs, mischief dancing in his blue eyes.

You let out a breathless laugh, your body still trembling from his touch. “You don’t know when to take a break do you?”

Max leans in, his hands already coaxing you back into his orbit. “Not when it comes to you,” he murmurs, his tone dark and full of promise. “Now, arch your back for me baby.”

[emptyrainbowz]

You know I was agreeing with everyone on Twitter cause Kiswe also killed my friends and family, but some of those fuckers are WEIRD and SCARY so I like, gotta log off

[nosyrobin]

The Gray Side

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Yandere!Batboys Highschool AU

Prologue | Riding pays || iii. Nerdy Tactics | iv. Lucky artistic charm

Previous… on the Yandere!batboys.

You reached your locker, opening it and putting your phone and other things in it. As you go to close it, you feel strong arms wrapped around you. You let out yelp, a low chuckle reaches your ear before you sighed and turned to face the culprit.

Dick Grayson.

Present time. Date: Wednesday, 7th, 20XX. Time: 7:30 am.

Dick chuckles, tightening his arms around you. Feeling his breath on your neck made you shiver, you gave him an unimpressed look as Grayson could only smile at you with those different shade of blue eyes than his brother.

“Hey [nickname]! I’m so glad you came to school this time.” He says with a sickly cheery tone. You swore you could his arms crush your stomach more which made you let out a sound of discomfort.

“Y..yeah…I feel better this time.” Dick nods as he lets you go. “Yknow, you gave me and the others a scare.” A frown is slapped onto his face with crossed arms, leaning against the lockers by yours. You looked down with narrowed eyes, biting your lips as Dick continues to talk.

“Damian felt sad, he kept whining about you. But the most whiner of them all was Tim. You hurt their feelings.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did.”

You slammed your locker, harshly which gained attention by a few students walking by. Dick could only stare at you, leaning his head down to make eye contact with your fallen head.

His neat hair falling into his face as he stares you down.

“Why do you hate us? What did we do to you cutie…?” Dick puts a hand on your shoulder, the touch may seem gentle to people from afar. But his grip said other wise. His fingers dug into your shoulder, making you wince as you try to pull from him.

“I-I don’t hate you guys! Okay?? I forgive Tim and Damian, okay?!” You said quickly as the time had passed to 7:45. You needed 5 more minutes for class to start and the halls to be crowded. Fast.

Dick’s soft eyes seemed to darken hearing your frantic speech.

“You’re not just saying that cause you don’t wanna be in trouble…. are you cutie?” You shake your head no. “No! No! I love you guys! Honestly, you guys are the best thing to happen to me.” And like a switch, Dick smiles like a lovesick child and lets go of your shoulder. You held back a sigh of relief and took a deep exhale.

You’re definitely gonna have a bruise later.

Dick gives you a bear hug, swaying you both left and right. “That’s so sweet of you! But what’s more sweet is just you in general.” His eyes lower onto you. You could only stare bewildered before a girl came over and tapped Dick’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you Dick Wayne-Grayson?” Dick raises a brow and lets you go to face the girl. “Yes?” The girl squeals and pulls out her notebook and a pen. “I think you’re so hot! I just wanted to get your—” “Sorry, can’t. I’m kinda busy with someone.”

The girl raises a brow and lean to look behind him and point. “Who?”

Dick turns around to see you running as you skidded across the hall and down a corner. He curses under his breath with a slight clenched jaw before immediately putting a mask on and smiling at the girl. Putting his charm on as he grabs the pen.

“Nevermind. Must’ve been… the wind.”

Panting, the bell rang entered computer science class. There kids walked passed you as if you just started doing the chicken dance on the cafe table. You did some awkward waves before clearing your throat. You wish you could kill yourself as of now, mostly because….

One of the Wayne brothers are here, except that he’s kinda cool?

Because, you hate this class and had to take it graduate for your senior year. So you’re doing it now so you can graduate and check it off your list. PLUS YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!

You groaned mentally and sat down on a chair. Laying your head down on your arms and closing your eyes, you can just hope to fall asleep during this whole class.

Finally feeling relax, you actually started to feel yourself slip into dreamland. Your body slumping more, your mind at peace. Feel the waves crash against your body, feel the sound started to disperse.

And feel the hand that hit your shoulder.

You jolted up to see a boy with neat fringe hair cut, and nerdish glasses. He looked at you with softness, his hand lifting up to wave at you. You swore you could see a small bit of blush on his pale cheeks. There stood the Wayne brother of this class.

Tim Drake.

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[lascvitae]

❦ — actress minjeong & actress y/n getting ready together

synopsis. when y/n opens up to minjeong about feeling homesick, she couldn’t help but want to be the one who she can confide in.

pairing. actress!minjeong x actress fem!reader genre. fluff warning(s). none.

word count: 836

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: okayokay i know it’s short but 😭 i don’t wanna make this a long series and yall know i could yap on for hours while writing…

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y/n woke up early the next morning, greeting the birds as she outstretched her limbs to shake off the lingering feeling of sleep.

the mattresses was so comfortable that y/n practically slept like a baby, springing up to prepare herself for the day ahead.

she was going to see the contract for their tv show, going over their pay and how many hours that they would be working for.

y/n was so excited that she had gotten ready in a little under an hour (with the help of singing saturn by sza), assuring that she had everything inside of her purse and most importantly — the key to her apartment.

with a clear of her throat, she knocked on the door to minjeong’s apartment and waited patiently. she suddenly felt a wave of insecurity wash over her, thinking about all of the possible hairs that could be out of place. did her makeup still look okay? had her perfune wore off yet?

“y/n?” minjeong repeated, snapping the girl out of her daze. “you’re very early. the meeting isn’t until another hour.”

y/n’s smile widened, taken aback by minjeong’s natural beauty. she was already dressed but her makeup or hair wasn’t done yet. “we leave in thirty minutes!”

minjeong raised an eyebrow at your excitement, wanting to tease you further but you were still correct. there wasn’t any point in wasting time.

though, the excitement only intrigued her further.

“hopefully you can keep that enthusiasm.” she moved further inside, giving enough room for you to step in as well. “do you want to come inside and wait?”

y/n’s smile faltered at the unexpected invitation, nodding her head as she slowly walked inside. minjeong’s apartment looked very different from her own — it was minimalistic and there were multiple plants that sat in different corners. “nake yourself at home.”

minjeong noticed her co-star’s curious eye, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she walked into the bathroom to continue getting ready for the meeting.

y/n decided to sit down on the edge of the bed closest to the bathroom so that she could get a proper look of minjeong. the girl was applying sunscreen, completely focused on her reflection in the mirror.

“so… when did you start acting?” y/n’s gaze trailed down to the floor to avoid staring for too long, kicking her feet slightly. if their team knew hiw minjeong wanted her apartment to be decorated before her arrival, she had to be respected in the industry more than she may have thought.

minjeong began to apply some light makeup as y/n watched and she figured that she liked her the most this way. relaxed without the pressure of cameras or paparazzi. “about the age of nine is when i began to do it professionally.”

y/n sat up straight, seeing how much minjeong had gotten done in just a small amount of time. “did you ever have to move away from home?”

she saw the blonde haired girl shake her head in response, busying herself with her hairstyle. “i was born in korea and we never stayed too long anywhere overseas. what about you?”

her gaze returned to the floor, shrugged her shoulders. “this is my first main role.” y/n stood up as she heard minjeong’s perfume bottle being used, assuming that she was done getting ready.

she wandered into the bathroom, immediately hit by the intoxicating smell of the perfume. “it’s kind of scary being so far away from home.” y/n leaned against the doorframe, biting her lip because of how vulnerable she was being. “i don’t even know anyone here.”

minjeong watched as the girl played with her fingers, avoiding her gaze. she listened as she continued, waiting patiently before adding her input.

“you know me.” minjeong took y/n’s hand into her own, fingers running over her knuckles. she cracked a small smile before looking away and returning back to her usual poker face. “i’m not just your co-star, i’m your friend too. so don’t think like that, alright?” y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek, nodding slowly.

minjeong’s hold on y/n’s hand lingered for longer than it may have needed to, finally pulling away to tug at the loose strings of her hair. “does my hair look cute?” she asked, turning to y/n with an unreadable expression.

y/n nodded, blushing from their previous contact. “ah, wait.” taking a small strand, y/n began to braid the piece down to the end, feeding in the extensions. “there! now it isn’t just down.” she smiled brightly, radiating onto the older with how contagious it was. “okay. the driver is probably waiting for us.” minjeong guided the girl out of the washroom.

her perfume left a trail, leaving y/n slightly dizzy as they left the apartment. “oh! and minjeong?” the blonde haired girl hummed in response, tapping the button for the elevator. “thank you. for… what you said earlier. it goes both ways.”

minjeong smiled at that.

“no need for you to thank me.”

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[deluforlulu]

Soon You'll Get Better

Summary: Luigi comforts you during a hospital visit to have an iron infusion

Word count: 2,206 words

Pure fluff and perhaps the sappiest fic I've ever written.

It had been a few weeks now since your anemia diagnosis. The signs were all there and your boyfriend, Luigi, had been the first to show any notice. Your fair skin was paler than normal and mysterious bruises started to appear on your body. When the two of you went to the gym to work out, you had to cut your exercises short due to you feeling short of breath and as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest. Every activity in general though seemed to take a lot out of you. Not even caffeine helped. You just wanted to sleep. 

After much encouragement from Luigi, you gave in and decided to go to your doctor for some blood tests. To your shock, it turned out that you only had a ferritin of five! Your doctor had even commented that he didn’t know how you were leading a normal life with such a low ferritin level. Almost immediately after the anemia diagnosis, your doctor had put in an order for you to get an iron infusion. Iron pills weren’t an option at this point. It would take several months for your levels to go up if you were to go that route. The doctor wanted immediate results and so did you.

It was a Sunday when Luigi drove you up to the hospital for the infusion. He had the heater on to keep the car toasty enough for your comfort and some music softly playing on the radio. You could feel him sneaking some concerned glances at you as you gazed out the window, observing the people and buildings that you passed by on the drive there. “You okay baby?” he asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned and tried to give him the best smile that you could to reassure him. “Yeah, Lu. Why?” you asked. “I don’t know. You’ve been quiet most of the ride here. So, I just wanted to check.” he replied before taking your hand, wrapping his fingers around it gently.

 A genuine smile came onto your face this time as you felt his fingers delicately caressing your palm. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just don’t know what to expect I guess” you replied as you intertwined your fingers with his. “It’ll be okay. You’re in good hands, you know? The doctors won’t let anything happen to you and neither will I.” he responded before looking right at you, giving you that usual ethereal smile of his. 

Your heart warmed at just the sight and you remembered again just how much you loved this man. “I love you” you told him softly. You hoped he knew it too. Guilt had washed over you lately as you had worried that he thought you were taking him for granted. You had a tendency to push others away when you were going through something as trying as this and you had found yourself doing it with Luigi. He never seemed phased by it though and only pushed his way in to be there for you. He had taught you what it was like to be truly loved. “I love you too, y/n” he replied, kissing the top of your hand while you were at a stop light.

A heavy exhale slipped from your mouth after he had parked the car in the hospital parking lot. The medical anxiety that you have had for over a month washed over you while you viewed the large, gray building. “Lu, I don’t wanna do this. I-I can’t.” you declared, your voice cracking. You made the mistake of going online a few days before the infusion, discovering that it was possible to have an allergic reaction. Even anaphylaxis. You wished you never did as the possibility had been sitting in the back of your mind ever since then. Luigi turned to face you in the car, putting his strong hand on your cheek to get you to focus into the void of his honey brown eyes. “Y/n, yes you can. I know you can. Look how much you’ve been through already. This is just 45 minutes of your day then we can go. Also…” he drifted off. 

Your eyes followed his movements as you watched him reach over the driver’s seat, grabbing a bag. “I brought this for you. I put a coloring book in here and some colored pencils. I also brought a blanket and sweater in here in case you get cold. See? You’ll have a distraction now.” he explained. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sweet gesture, not knowing what to say at first. “When did you do this?” you asked him. “When you were in the shower before we left” he replied, giving you another charming smile. You giggled, leaning him to kiss his lips. “This is so cute babe” you said, looking down to see his UPenn sweater sitting at the top of the bag. He leaned in this time and captured your lips in another kiss, savoring the moment for a while. “You got this y/n. I know it. Now let’s go.” he told you.

After making it up to the 5th floor of the hospital, Luigi and you were escorted from the waiting room and into a small, white room with a curtain. He sat right beside you in a nearby chair while the nurses moved swiftly to check your vitals and insert the IV into your arm. Although you tried your hardest to remain composed, your vitals showed quite the opposite with a raised heart rate and blood pressure. The nurses were also struggling to place an IV as you appeared so nervous that your veins kept spasming.They left temporarily after removing the previous IV to get some new equipment, leaving you with Luigi. He has his fingers wrapped around your arm that you had laid out on the arm of the chair, tracing random patterns along it. 

The action soothed you, but you were starting to feel a little nauseous just now. It was no wonder though. You had not had anything to eat since you woke up. Just then, a nurse had opened the curtain, prepared to try another IV on the opposite arm with the new equipment that she had required. To your luck, this one managed to be successful. Finally, the two of you were in silence, minus the faint hums of the infusion monitor. Your arm felt stiff from all of the tape wound around to secure the needle inside it. Luigi leaned forward, resting his toned arms on his knees as he reached out, caressing your leg. “How are you feeling baby? Anything I can do?” he asked. 

You groaned softly. “Nauseous” you replied, looking down with your eyes closed as you tried to center yourself. Your boyfriend’s broad shoulders stiffened as he straightened his stance. “From the infusion?’ he asked you. “I don’t think so. I just..I didn’t eat anything before we left for the hospital” you confess. Luigi’s thick eyebrows furrowed as he carefully cupped your chin and tilted your head up, looking at you with worry. “Y/n, you need to eat. Your body needs the fuel” he spoke. “Yeah, I know. I just felt stressed for the infusion and was not very hungry.” You sheepishly responded even though you knew he was not actually scolding you. He playfully made a tsking noise and reached into the bag he prepared, bringing out a snack pack of peanut butter and crackers. “And this is exactly why I brought these. I know you well, don’t I?” he smirked, causing your cheeks to become a tint of pink as you smiled. “Yeah yeah” you replied, feigning annoyance with your tone.

Luigi walked over to the chair he was in and moved it so that he was sitting in front of you now, taking a cracker out of the plastic baggie to feed you. You slightly leaned forward, taking a bite out of the cracker he was holding. You giggled after a moment from how endearing the act of Luigi feeding you was. “Lulu, you don’t have to feed me. I have hands” you teased him. You reached to take the cracker from him and froze when the infusion monitor made a loud beeping noise. 

A nurse came in shortly after the beeping started and pushed a few buttons on the monitor to halt the beeping. “All better now. The monitor can be a little sensitive to movement. So, just be careful” she politely told you before leaving the room. Luigi turned back to you, giving you a satisfied look. “Looks like I got my wish. I’m gonna have to feed you.” he stated. You jokingly rolled your eyes, but complied and sat there comfortably while he fed you the peanut butter and crackers. 

Once you felt satiated enough, Luigi tucked away the plastic bag.”Need anything else baby? Water? Are you warm enough?” he asked. You smiled with your eyes half lidded shut from exhaustion, heart fluttering.You looked at him admiringly, running a hand through his thick, dark curls. “You’re such a golden retriever” you teased him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Golden retriever?.. What?..” he asked you, perplexed. “Yeah, you know. Golden retriever energy. Loyal, attentive, positive. It’s a good thing” you assured him and leaned in, tenderly kissing him. He returned the kiss, smiling against your lips. “Mm, you know me. I just like taking care of you” he explained between kisses. 

After the infusion was over, you felt silly for being so worried. Overall, you felt fine minus an ache in both of your legs. According to the hospital staff though, that was to be expected. Once you arrived at the apartment Luigi and you shared, that was when the true fatigue had consumed you. Your legs felt like jelly while you changed out of your day clothes and switched into a silky tank top and matching pair of shorts you wear to bed. A soft moan escaped your lips once you closed your eyes and felt the blankets of the bed consume you like a cloud.

Your eyes flitted open after about an hour of sleep and you looked up, seeing Luigi walking into the room. He smiled as soon as he saw that you were awake. He was in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that he frequently wore to bed. You could tell that he must have gotten out of the shower from how his wet hair was clinging to his neck in heavy, glistening strands. “Hey princess” he greeted as he towered over you. "Mm, come to bed baby” you responded with a hand around his wrist, eyes barely open.

A lazy smile spread across your face when you felt the weight of the bed shift as he got into bed with you, scooping you up into his side. You fit into him perfectly like a missing piece. His skin was still warm from the shower and he smelled like the familiar zest of his cologne. His heartbeat steadily thumped beneath you as he landed a kiss to your forehead. “Mm..Can we stay like this forever?” you muffled against his chest. A genuine laugh reverberated off his chest at your question. “Sounds good to me..and do what?” he asked, amused. You shrugged as another smile teased at your laps. “I don’t care. Whatever. As long as it’s me and you and we don’t leave this bed” you declared, earning another laugh from him. “I could get used to that real fast” he purred.

You lifted your head and saw that he was starting to fall asleep. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and lips pursed together. His long lashes fanned out finely against his cheeks. “Lu?” you whispered. “Hmm?” he asked, opening one eye to look at you. “I just wanted to say thank you.. Like not just for today, but everything. You take care of me better than anyone else ever has” you answered, pressing a kiss into the nape of his neck. He smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair. “What brought this on?” he asked. “I don’t know. I worry you think I take it for granted cause I can push you away when I’m stressed out. I hope you know that I don’t and that I’m always here for you too.” you emphasized. He cradled the back of your head and leaned in, kissing you deeply. 

“Y/n, I know. You’re silly. Don’t worry. I don’t ask for anything in return either. I just want you to be happy and to know that I love you. That’s all I care about.” he assured you. “I love you too” you returned, giving him another passionate kiss. With those words, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The world outside faded out as you drifted into a deep slumber with Luigi, his arm snaked around your waist and holding you against him. Life could be hard and throw some of its toughest battles at you. As long as you had each other though, nothing could truly break you.

[vandme12]

Hi! I love your writing! I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if you are could you do Ronin with a person who has little care for their safety? If you could put some hurt/comfort I would love that! I hope you Have amazing day/night and also if you don’t want to do this that is or you are uncomfortable with this request then you can ignore this!

Ronin’s never really gotten the whole self-preservation thing. Not for himself—God, no—but you?

You’re supposed to care. About your body, your breath, your precious blood still swirling warm in your veins. You’re supposed to flinch when the knife grazes too close, supposed to kick and scream when the world gets ugly. Normal people do.

But you?

You walk into Purgatory like you’re untouchable. Like nothing in this broken city can chew you up and spit you out. And maybe that’s why he can’t stop watching—because you’re too fragile for this world, too reckless to survive it, and yet here you are. Still breathing. Still standing. Still his.

Tonight, though, you’ve pushed it.

“You fuckin’ crazy?” His voice is sharp, jagged, cracking through the damp alley air. “Who the hell told ya t’pull a stunt like that?”

Your lip curls into that little smile—the one that’s gonna kill him someday. “I handled it, didn’t I?”

Yeah. Barely.

The blood on your temple is drying, flaking against your skin. Someone—some thing—in Purgatory got their hands on you. Not enough to break you, but enough to leave marks. And Ronin’s seen enough broken toys to know how fast it happens. One crack, then another. Until there’s nothing left to save.

You don’t get to crack. Not on his watch.

“Handled it,” he echoes, soft and venomous. “You ‘bout two seconds from being a corpse and ya wanna act tough?”

“I’m still here.”

His laugh is ugly—raw and bitter, too sharp to be real amusement. “For now. Don’t mean ya always will be, baby.”

You roll your eyes, like he’s being dramatic. Like you didn’t almost die. And that—that—does something awful to his chest. Makes his hands twitch for violence, not at you but at the world that dared to touch you. His darling. His one good thing.

“Y’don’t get it,” he mutters, stepping closer, and his voice dips—low, low, low, until it’s slithering down your spine. “Ain’t no do-overs if someone breaks ya. No reset button. No ‘oopsie-daisy, lemme try again.’ You’re fragile, sweetheart. Flesh an’ blood an’—”

His hand snakes around the back of your neck, rough fingers brushing your pulse point. It’s still there, steady against his touch. But it could’ve stopped. That’s the part you don’t seem to fucking get.

“Don’t talk like I’m made of glass,” you murmur, but your voice is softer now. Quieter. As if you know you’ve pushed him too far.

Ronin scoffs, shaking his head. “Glass don’t bleed, baby.”

And you bleed so fucking pretty.

You shiver when his thumb strokes over the cut on your temple, half-tender, half-testing. Like he’s making sure you’re still here. That the world hasn’t stolen you out from under him.

“I’m fine,” you insist, but the waver in your voice betrays you.

“Yeah?” His smile is all teeth. All danger. “Then why’re ya shaking?”

You don’t answer—can’t, maybe—so he pulls you closer, his fingers curling tight against your nape. “Ain’t a game, darling,” he says, and the roughness in his voice breaks against the word. Darling. “Ain’t some cute little story where ya get t’walk away every time. You die here? That’s it. Curtains closed. No encore.”

You swallow, and that fragile little tremor in your throat—he could kill for it. Could kill the whole fucking city just to make sure it never comes back.

But instead, he softens. Just a little.

“Why don’tcha care?” he asks, quieter now. It’s almost a plea, if he were the type to beg. “Why’s it gotta be so easy for ya t’throw yourself into the fire?”

“I’m not scared,” you say, as if that explains anything.

And maybe—maybe—that’s the problem.

Ronin makes a noise, something caught between a laugh and a snarl. “Fuckin’ should be,” he growls, pressing his forehead against yours. “World’s a meat grinder, baby. Eats people like you for fun.”

“You’d stop it,” you whisper, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like you believe in him.

And isn’t that the cruelest part? That you trust him to keep you breathing, when you won’t do it for yourself?

His breath hitches. Just for a second.

“Damn right, I would.”

Because if the world wants to hurt you, it’s gotta go through him first. And there ain’t a soul alive who’s ever done that and lived.

Ronin exhales slow, like he’s trying to bleed the anger out. It doesn’t work—never does—but he tries for you anyway. His other hand finds your waist, tugging you flush against him, and you go so easy. Like you belong there.

“You gotta stop,” he murmurs. “Stop makin’ me worry. Stop actin’ like you’re invincible.”

“And if I don’t?”

His grip tightens—not rough, but firm. Solid enough to ground you. “Then I’m gonna glue ya to my fuckin’ hip. Ain’t lettin’ you outta my sight.”

It’s a promise. A threat. And something softer, too—something he won’t say out loud.

(That he doesn’t want to lose you. That he can’t.)

For a long moment, you just stand there—close enough to taste his breath, feel his heart thrumming wild beneath his ribs. And when you speak again, your voice is small.

“You really worry that much?”

Ronin huffs a breathless laugh, brushing a blood-crusted curl from your cheek. “Course I do, dumbass.”

You let that hang in the air, heavy and sweet, before tipping your head against his shoulder. “Okay,” you murmur. “I’ll be more careful.”

It’s not a promise. But it’s close enough.

Ronin kisses the crown of your head, something raw catching in his throat. “Yeah, ya better be,” he says softly. “I ain’t done with you yet, baby. Not even close.”

[dangerous-fighter-fairy]

Not to get on my “hallelujah is not a fucking Christmas song” soapbox again but I’m very interested in the amount of songs that seem to be religious on first listen that religious people (Christians) immediately take at face value. Everyone is entitled to their own interpretations of songs but I can’t help but notice how many christians hear a few lines with Christian imagery and look no further. Death of the author, but also looking up their intended meaning can change the song a lot

No, Pentatonix, hallelujah should not be on your Christmas album. Take me to church by Hozier should absolutely not be played in a church. And the village by wrabel is very explicitly about being queer in a homophobic Christian environment, and yet people still don’t see it

There’s a connection here but I can’t put my finger on it

[flowersbane]

Baldur’s Gate 3 Characters I Wish Were Romancable:

1. Rolan

End of list.

[i-dont-r3member]

AGHJAHAHAHAGH I JUST FINISHED READING PMMM WRAITH ARC AND OH. MY GOD. I THOUGHT IT WASNT POSSIBLE TO HATE KYUBEY MORE BUT I DO MY GOD I DO

[satoruxx]

it’s been a few hours and i’m still very angry and upset at this ending like wow ofc i’m mad about gojo not coming back but the overall downfall of this series has me baffled…

[nina-ya]

I’m gonna go work on some more of the ficmas things to hopefully get rid of my stress 💃💃💃I’ll see yall on the other side