#I havent stopped laughing since I thought of this

[nerdie-faerie]

Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart

[dating-eveeything]

could you please do a dorian fic? Maybe angsty, since he seems to only want friendship, even tho trap dorian mentions being interested in fwb? (Like maybe the mc is interested in love but woukd take anything they can get with him) Or smth else, maybe end in comfort, its up to you, i just havent seen any fics of him!!

Ty 🫶

Can't go through with it

Summary: During a heated encounter with Trap Dorian, you try your best to be respectful of all the other Dorian's boundaries

Featuring: Dorian (specifically Trap Dorian, but others are mentioned)

Fic type: slight angst(?), slight lime (making out, some grinding) in the beginning, and comfort in the end

No specific pronouns used, no use of y/n

Thank you for being my first request <3

He kept you pushed against the wall, hand gently caressing your torso as yours rest on his bare shoulders. The heated kisses he's offering you are nothing but pleasurable, if your quiet moans were anything to go by. Both of your bodies were running hot as his crotch grinded on yours, one of his hands holding your leg up against him to get better access. It was hot, he was hot.

But there was a nagging issue in the back of your head, one not even this impromptu make out session could stop you from thinking about. And Trap Dorian could somehow tell, somehow feel how slightly unfocused you were. "Hey," he mutters, raising his hand from your torso to your face "you alright?" His tone was nothing but sweet as he asked.

With a shake of your head you pull your hands off of him and shake your leg free from his grip, now back to standing with both. He still had you trapped on the wall, but seeing how you were letting yourself go from him he takes a small step back to give you more space to breathe. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Your eyes made contact with his, and for a second you wanted to ignore it all and go back to making out with him; it would be easier that way wouldn't it?

"it's just..." You begin, looking off to the side, leaning into his palm "I don't think it's right." Trap Dorian raises a brow in confusion "What's not right? Did I do something wrong? Cross a boundary by accident?" His question hit too close to home, yet somehow missed the door. "It's not you crossing boundaries. Dorian, it's me who did" the shameful look on your face makes Trap Dorian's heart burn, his hand coming up so he can cup your face with both and make you look at him.

"what do you mean?" His black eyes searching for the answer he somehow doesn't know.

"The other Dorian's..." You begin, hearing his breath hitch for just a moment, "they don't want this. I can't... I can't do this knowing you're all sort of like- I don't know, a hive mind or something." There's a pause, the air so thick you felt like you were going to choke on it before Trap Dorian starts laughing.

His laughing reverberates onto you, his hands shaking and bringing your face along for the ride. "A hivemind? Is that what people think of us as?" He asks between huffs and some chuckles. It's obvious he's trying to calm down from the surprise gigglefest. "I don't know! You guys all know the same stuff somehow, what am I supposed to assume??" You press, trying to keep the conversation serious while also hiding your embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetheart" Trap Dorian pressing his hands closer to your face, almost squishing your cheeks together in the process ",I'm touched you care so much about the others feelings." And you think that's where he'll stop, that he'll try and continue the make out without any other comment, but he continues. "We do sort of.. Share our thoughts- well, not really. We all just sort of... Know? But we are, sort of, different people." His explanation is confusing and he knows it, shrugging a few times as it's really hard for him to explain it. "I want this, want you, but if you really don't want to- in fear of making the others uncomfortable somehow, I won't force you." He leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing to revel in your warmth, feeling your breath stutter across his face. "Shame too, you're a real good kisser." He whispers that last part, getting a quiet laugh out of you followed by a 'thanks' just barely audible.

The two of you sort of stay like that, leaning foreheads together and simply enjoying the others presence and hold.

[mekakitsune]

caitlyn x vi x reader | nsfw - minors dni

as promised <3 extension of my last post but can be read separately

you, despite your confusion, were happy to hear violet was in contact with her sister once again. you had heard the stories, drunked and slurred as the pink haired girl poured her heart out.

what shocked you, was news of a certain someone finding her way back into violets life. you had respect for vi, for whatever her and caitlyn had going on. your job at the brothel came with many feelings, ones that you had trained yourself to push away. a job is a job, thats what youd tell yourself.

the night went by like any other as of recent, slow and barely steady, leaving you with not much else to do but pack up and find your way home. it was only a small amount of time after your curtains were closed for the night that you heard hushed voices in the hall.

"are you sure?" a voice spoke, seemingly uncertain in the unusually quiet halls of the brothel.

"just...trust me?" it was her, the girl you had seen many times over the last few weeks, the girl who had drunkenly poured her heart out to you in the very room you sat in. sometimes, it was sex, a way to make both of you forget the general dismay of the fissures. other times, you just talked, almost like a small, pitiful therapy session for the both of you.

you had told her to come back, had she needed anything, but to follow her heart, to find the girl that held the key.

the curtian slid open slowly revealing the pair. you gave a gentle, yet sad smile as your eyes locked onto vi's.

"i told you id come back....and look, i brought a friend" she joked with a nervous chuckle, but something in her voice seemed uncertain. you swear you noticed the other girl stifle a laugh with a roll of her eyes.

"im glad you made it safe, both of you." you gave a genuine smile. you knew way more than you should, but seeing violet seem more lively than before, and seemingly sober, you took their appearance together as a good thing.

"im sure the two of you had a lot to say about me, and i get it. it was a lot of miscommunication, on both parts, but i wanted to thank you...for being there for her." the dark haired girl spoke, leaving you surprised at her kind words. you half expected the girl to jump you, not thank you for sleeping with her so called "situationship."

"its what i do." you stated simply, giving the girl a bashful smile. this felt so different from any other client visit.

"she told me about you...how you took care of her." caitlyn spoke smoothly, moving to sit herself beside you on the couch, dangerously close.

"youre a good person for that." she placed her hand on your knee, causing your skin to tingle. vi moves to sit herself beside you on the opposite side, leaving you feeling slightly overcrowded suddenly.

"she did...did everything i needed her to." violet spoke, hand finding yours and giving it a comforting squeeze.

the air suddenly felt hot as the two girls shuffled impossibly close. cool fingers found your chin, belonging to caitlyn, moving your head to look at her. "we want to repay you." she purred, scanning your face carefully for any signs to back off.

"you dont need to pay me...i just thought it was the right thing to do, no strings attached." you spoke softly, words almost getting caught in your throat at the sudden attention from the girl.

caitlyn hummed at your response, a smirk on her pretty lips.

"you know, ever since vi told me about you, the two of us havent been able to stop thinking about you."

you turn slightly to look at vi, who nodded with a sly smile on her face. "s'true. best lay ive had in a long time." she poked your side teasingly, making you huff and laugh softly.

turning back to caitlyn, you spoke– "this isnt how i expected this meeting to go..." you confessed, mesmerized by how easy it was for these two to charm you.

"lifes full of surprises, isnt it?" caitlyn whispered, eyes trailing on your lips. your breath hitches as she leans in, lips almost touching where you suddenly wanted her.

"just say the words and we will stop." her breath tickled your skin, making your chest squeeze in anticipation.

"please dont." you barely manage to speak, and with the final confirmation, her lips press against yours. the kiss was hungry, sinful for just having met the girl. her tongue brushed your lips, and you immediately grant her access to what shes been craving. a whine sounds from your throat as a strong pair of hands find your hips from behind you, rubbing affectionately.

after a few more breathless moments, the girl pulls back from your lips. her eyes seem darker now, filled with something you couldn't place.

a shudder rips through you as vi's lips find your neck, pressing searing kisses against the skin.

"let us take care of you." she muttered between nips on the delicate skin.

you nod desperately, back pressing against her firm chest. caitlyn moves in front of you gracefully, fingers finding the ribbons of your robe, untying it with experienced fingers. the fabric falls down your shoulders revealing your breasts, making both girls hum in approval.

caitlyns hands find home on your chest, squeezing softly and smirking at the cute whines leaving your lips and the arch of your spine. she moves forward to press calculated kisses along the exposed flesh. her lips move to your nipples, sucking the bud softly as you pant beneath her. vi's hands move from your hips to push away the pool of fabric, leaving you bare. caitlyn moves to give vi a silent demand, which the girl immediately obeys. she pulls away from your back just enough to slip her fingers under her own shirt, pulling it off after she shrugs off her jacket. youre pulled back against her with much force, causing you to gasp, the feeling of the warm skin of her breasts against your back making you undeniably soaked.

caitlyns hands move to your thighs, spreading them in a sinful yet delicious manner. she shuffles herself so she is between your legs, and her lips press kissed along your lower stomach and thighs. you gasp and your hips buck into her as she leaves small bites along your plush skin.

after much teasing and marking you up, you feel her breath on your core. you feel her blow cool air onto your dripping pussy, making you moan loudly.

caitlyn laughs slightly at your reaction. "you were right vi, she is cute." she smiled at the display infront of her. vi huffs a laugh against your neck in response –"told ya."

a whine sounds from you again and caitlyn decides she cant hold herself back any longer. the moment her tongue touches your cunt, electric sparks tingle up your spine, making you buck into her once again. her pace is steady, licking and sucking at your swollen clit and dripping hole. once shes deemed you ready, her fingers play with your hole before sliding in two slim digits. you gasp at the intrusion and arch against the girl sat behind you, who is very clearly enjoying the show. vi's lips find your neck again, sucking pretty purple splotches into your heated skin.

it was incredibly overwhelming, the lips on your neck paired with the fingers in your cunt. you were getting close embarrassingly quick, despite having sex for a living. you had never felt so taken care of, so...noticed.

caitlyn watches intently as her fingers slid in and out at a steady pace, moving her head back down to lap at your clit once again. you clench around her fingers tightly, gasping and moaning into the back of your hand. suddenly, a strong hand rips your own away from your lips.

"dont get shy now pretty girl, show her how good shes making you feel, let us hear it." vi muttered into your neck, making you spiral even deeper.

you mind was beginning to fog and your cunt was undeniably dripping onto the couch below, but you didnt care. not when caitlyn was eating you out like you were her last fucking meal. your hips shuddering and your whines pitching told both girls you were close to cumming.

"cum for us baby, let us see it." vi rasped from behind you, hands squeezing at your sensitive chest.

her words were more than enough to push you over the edge, along with caitlyns steady thrusts. she licks at your pussy as you moan shamelessly. you cum hard around her fingers and into her mouth, not missing the groan ripping from caitlyns throat as she swallows everything you give her. she doesnt stop until your panting hard, hips bucking and thighs shaking. she pulls away after letting you ride it out, moving up to slot herself between your thighs. her fingers find your chin as she pulls you into another kiss, this time much messier and far less calculated. you whine against her lips quitely, unintentionally following her as she pulls away. before you can protest, shes leaning over your shoulder and slamming her lips against vi's, making her moan at the taste of you on her girlfriends tongue. you watch in awe as the two girls kiss feverishly.

after a moment caitlyn pulls back again, this time looking down at you. her chest is heaving and her lips are swollen, its an incredible sight to behold.

"i want to see her make you cum now." she nods at vi, who immediately grabs your hips and flips you over so you are beneath her.

"you can give us another, right princess?" vi smirks at your shocked expression, large hands rubbing your thighs.

what have you gotten yourself into? something told you it was going to be a long night.

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[xoxolaw]

Haiiiiii💖💖i REALLY LOVE your seong je fics can i request one identical to the six feet away smoking one but this time the reason is because he likes her and havent confessed leaving the girl confused why everyone around her mostly thugs avoid her when shes tge type to pick fights out of pure annoyance with them, i’ll leave the ending to youu😼💖😘😘

-sorry i didn’t word it that well🥹but i hope you get the gist

+ 𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

in which, he likes her, but instead of confessing, he quietly commands everyone else in the Union to stay at least six feet away from her—not to protect her, but because he wants to be the only one close to her.

+ 𝗚𝗘𝗨𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚-𝗝𝗘 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

fluff

It started gradually.

So gradually she didn’t notice at first.

The first time someone stepped out of her way, she thought it was a fluke. Maybe they just had good reflexes. Maybe they didn’t want trouble. She did have a bit of a reputation—short fuse, sharp tongue, quicker fists.

But when it happened again the next day—then again, and again, and again—it stopped feeling like coincidence.

Something was wrong.

Because Kanghak High wasn’t a kind place. It was crawling with Union lackeys and wannabe thugs who usually had no issue bumping into her, cornering her in the hall, laughing when she shoved back.

But now?

They saw her coming—and moved.

Like she was a fire they weren’t allowed to touch.

She even tried to pick a fight with one of them just to test it.

A guy twice her size had brushed her shoulder at the stairwell. Normally, that would've led to an elbow to his ribs and some choice words.

So she squared up, glared at him, snapped, “You blind or just stupid?”

But instead of smirking or pushing her back, he looked… nervous.

And he backed off. Fast.

“Nah, I—I wasn’t tryna start nothin’, alright?” he mumbled, hands raised like she had a gun pointed at him. “Sorry.”

Sorry?

Since when did Kanghak apologize?

She turned, heart pounding, catching the way the guy glanced over her shoulder—

And froze.

Because behind her, leaning casually against the railing, was Geum Seong-je.

Watching.

✮⋆˙

He was always watching.

From the edge of the cafeteria. From the rooftop railing. From the shadows in the gym. Always chewing gum, always too still, always looking like he was waiting for something.

She used to ignore it.

Used to roll her eyes and chalk it up to typical gang-boss arrogance.

But lately?

The stare felt heavier. Thicker. Like the air shifted when he was around.

And now people moved around her like she had an invisible bubble—and Seong-je stood right outside it, arms folded, smirk twisting at the corner of his lips.

Always close enough to see her.

Never close enough to touch her.

But no one else even dared to try.

✮⋆˙

She heard the phrase one day—accidentally, through a half-open classroom window.

“Don’t go near her,” someone said. “Seong-je’ll rip your face off.”

She held her breath.

“Yeah, I’m not kidding. He said six feet minimum. Anyone breaks it, they answer to him.”

Her heart thudded.

Six feet.

A goddamn radius like she was radioactive.

A territory.

✮⋆˙

Later that day, she found him alone on the outdoor basketball court, the sun bleeding gold over cracked pavement and chain-link fences. He was shooting hoops lazily, sleeves rolled up, eyes heavy-lidded and sweat glistening on his neck.

“You made a rule,” she said, marching up to him.

He didn’t stop playing.

Just caught the rebound one-handed and turned toward her with that same unreadable expression.

“Did I?”

“You told everyone to stay six feet away from me.”

He tossed the ball to the ground. It rolled lazily to the fence.

She stepped closer.

He didn’t move.

“They act like I’ve got a bomb strapped to my chest,” she snapped. “Even the Union’s freaks won’t look at me for more than three seconds.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t deny it.

Didn’t laugh.

Just stared at her like she was the problem he’d been trying not to solve.

“And you,” she hissed, stepping into his space. “You’re always right there. Watching. Like a dog on a leash you tied yourself.”

Still no response.

Her voice dropped. “Why?”

And that’s when he moved.

Not fast—not rough—but deliberate. Slow enough to make her heart stutter. His fingers brushed her wrist, and her whole arm went still. She didn’t know if it was the touch or the audacity of it that left her breathless.

“I don’t want anyone else near you,” he said quietly.

She blinked.

“What?”

“I don’t want their hands brushing your shoulder. I don’t want their eyes following you down the hall. I don’t want them breathing the same air you do if I’m not there.”

Her throat dried.

“That’s not—” she tried, but her words failed.

He stepped even closer, a breath away, and now she could smell the sweat on his skin, the faint bite of spearmint gum on his breath.

“I don’t like sharing,” he said.

“You don’t even have me,” she whispered.

His eyes dropped to her mouth.

“Yet.”

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

hope you enjoyed it!!

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[bowxs]

I have a request but just if you have the time🧡🧡: Reader is Butchers niece and he wants her to babysit Ben. She hates it because she actually wanted to go clubbing that evening and appears at Bens motel room in the worst mood and dressed like sin. Ben teases her that clubbing is a waste of time for pretty young women (because of his ancient mindset) so she bluntly tells him she wanted to go there to find someone to hook up with because women have needs too. So he takes it in his hands to get rid of that problem for her.

im so sorry this has been in my drafts for weeks😭 i love love this idea tho thank u!!

its kinda rushed but i tried! i havent been feeling too well so i hope it doesnt suck

• i was thinking of making different readers and making fics based off of them (+ mood boards and outfits, the whole thing!) let me know if that could be a good idea or not (and give me ideas!)

divider from @uzmacchiato

you loved uncle butcher, except for when you didnt. you hated when he dragged you into his stupid plans and made you miss out on time with your own friends

however much you hated it though wasnt enough to make you say no. this time he called you was no different, with little to no warning he asked you to ‘watch over something’ at his place.. whatever that meant

so as always, you just grumbled into the phone about needing more warning and some compensation for your troubles before you were en route to the address of uncle butcher’s appartment

what you didnt expect was to open the door and be met with a grown ass man in a tracksuit and a half smoked joint in hand. god this was not what you needed right now

“listen i didnt pay for a hooker and i ain’t got any money on me but if you wanna give me something for free” ben wriggles his eyebrows at you, manspreading on the couch as he watches you slam the door

“im NOT a hooker.” you huff, clearly starting the night off on the wrong foot. half of you wanted to call billy- tell him to get someone else to deal with his bullshit- but the other half felt too bad to say anything

“youre sure dressed like one, sweetheart. dont wanna give a man the wrong impression now” he chuckles from the couch, taking a drag of the joint, the smoke pouring out of his mouth as he laughs. god he was a dilf if youve ever seen one.

you had only been there for an hour and ben- you learnt his name- was on his third joint, still somehow not high. you had made it most of the hour with minimal conversation, which you figured was a good thing. until it wasnt.

“so why are you dressed like a hooker, doll? i mean you said you aernt one but i beg to differ” he chuckles again, and youd never thought a laugh could sound hot, but you also thought youd never baby sit a grown man

“i WAS going to go clubbing until i got called to watch your ass instead” you explain but you dont miss the way his face contorts as you say ‘clubbing’. god, how old was this guy?

“women like you aernt meant to go clubbing, doll. im practically saving you” he says so confidently it irks you, and you scoff at that, rolling your eyes at the cocky, old man attitude

“the only thing your doing is stopping me from having sex, ben.” you practically scowl at him, fed up with his attitude. sure, it was a stupid thing to be upset about, but damnit if it hasnt been atleast 3 months since youve had a good fuck

“oh sweetheart, you dont need a club to get some half assed, mediocre at best sex. when you have the best fuckin’ dick youd ever have right here” and only then did you notice the semi he was sporting in his sweatpants

he was going fast like most of the guys youve hooked up with. he didnt jackhammer into you like he had something to prove- nono. he knew he was good and he knew he could show it to you right

you were on your back on the couch, dress scrunched up around your waist, panties dangling from one ankle as he pumped in and out, in and out, in and out, like some kind of orgasm-summoning ritual, each thrust felt calculated

“god- that feels so- so good” you moaned out, your body was limp on the couch, tits practically bouncing out of your dress with every thrust of his hips

“not god, doll. just me” hes still cocky- god you wanted to smack the smirk off his face- tell him you wished youd gone clubbing instead. but you were a terrible liar.

he leaned down, bringing your legs to your chest in the process. thank god for yoga. his lips were on your neck without a second thought, sucking a small mark- a reminder- right below your jaw. goodluck explaining that one to your friends

“hadn’t fucked a pussy this tight in decades” he grunts out next to your ear, only making you clench around him at his words. you didnt know he actually means decades. “billy shoulda- fuck- brought your pretty little ass over sooner”

“dont talk about- oh fuck- about him” you manage out in between mewls and whimpers, hating to have to think about your uncle billy right now.

“why, doll? dont wanna think about big ol’ billy finding out you came all on his couch cause of me?” his words will filthy, disgusting even, and you practically grimaced at the thought of it. but that small part inside of you liked it. liked the idea of someone finding out what you two did, and it only pushed you further to the edge

your orgasm came before you could say anything, your legs trembling on bens shoulders as he fucked you through it, but he was just chasing his own release

he pulled out minutes later, and with a few quick pumps of his hand, his cum stained your bunched up dress and billys couch. you really hoped you could play that off as a food spill

ben didnt give you aftercare or say anything about it after, but he did stay true to his word, and maybe you were a bit thankful this one time that uncle billy asked you to baby sit.

[russos-one]

Title: Lover, you should’ve come over Pairing: You x Paige Bueckers Warnings: unrequited love, alcohol, emotional vulnerability, pining, yearning, slight implied internalised homophobia. Word count: 1259 A/n: Uhm anyways so like I havent written in like a long ass time but im really depressed about being in love with a straight girl so heres this lowkey based on some irl moments anywho I hope you enjoy. Based on the song: “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” by Jeff Buckley.

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Description: You’ve been in love with Paige Bueckers since you were seven. Since the sandbox and juice boxes. Since sleepovers and driveway basketball. She’s been your best friend your whole life—your safe space, your favourite person. But she’s straight. And you’re not. Now, years later, you’re still by her side. Still smiling. Still breaking. Still loving her in silence. Unspoken heartbreak, soft moments that meant too much, and a love that never stood a chance. Told through memories and the lyrics of the one the only Jeff Buckley’s “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over,”

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Looking out the door, I see the rain / Fall upon the funeral mourners

It’s raining when you remember.

It always rains when you remember.

You’re not sure if that’s something real or just the weather inside your chest.

You’ve known Paige Bueckers since you were just seven years old.

Since maple-stained park benches and juice boxes, and her shoelaces were coming undone.

Since you first heard her laugh, loud and unfiltered, and knew even then it was a sound you'd never get sick of.

Since that first summer when she dribbled a basketball with both hands like she was born holding it, and told you you'd “better catch up if you wanna hang.”

You did. You always did.

Parading in a wake of sad relations / As their shoes fill up with water

At first, it was nothing.

A moment here.

A smile there.

Your fingers brushing when she passed you the controller.

A shared blanket during The Princess Bride that left your heart thudding too loud.

Her braid falling over one shoulder as she laughed at her own dumb joke, not knowing you memorised the way her dimples looked in the glow of her fairy lights.

It started small, like most dangerous things do.

Maybe I'm too young / To keep good love from going wrong

You were thirteen the first time you thought: I could love her.

You didn’t know what it meant yet, you just knew that when she looked at you after scoring that game-winning shot and ran straight into your arms, sweaty and breathless and happy, you wanted to stay in that feeling forever.

You didn’t know it was love, not then.

Not when she braided your hair during sleepovers.

Not even when she held your hand on a dare and didn’t let go.

But the feelings didn’t care about the name you hadn’t learned yet.

They just grew.

But tonight you're on my mind / So… you'll never know

Sixteen hit like a truck.

You watched her talk to boys in hallways, watched her laugh at their jokes, watched her eyes light up for people who weren’t you.

But alas, she’d still throw her arm over your shoulder and call you her “ride or die.”

She’d crawl into your bed at 1 a.m. because she had a nightmare, and she said your breathing helped her fall asleep.

And you let her.

Because what else could you do?

Broken down and hungry for your love / With no way to feed itWhere are you tonight? / Child, you know how much I need it

It was slow, the realisation that she didn’t love you back.

That every soft moment she gave you was a gift wrapped in misunderstanding.

That her affection didn’t come with strings tied in the shape of forever.

She once kissed your cheek in front of her teammates and said, “You’re the best person I know.”

You cried in the bathroom after and told yourself it was stupid. That it didn’t mean anything.

Too young to hold on / And too old to just break free and run

You’ve Googled it before.

“How do you stop being in love with your straight best friend?"

You never made it past the first result.

You tried. God, you tried.

You kissed other girls.

You went on awkward dates.

You joined clubs.

You drank.

You slept.

You ran.

But it always came back to her.

You always ran back to her eventually.

Sometimes a man gets carried away / When he feels like he should be having his fun / Much too blind to see the damage he's done

You told yourself it was fine.

That you could be her friend.

That you were her friend.

That this was enough.

Until she looked at you one night, stars reflected in her eyes, and said,

"If I ever dated a girl… it’d be you." 

Then she laughed, soft and breathless, like it was a joke.

But it wasn’t a joke to you.

It was everything.

Sometimes a man must awake to find that / Really he has no one

You stayed up until 3 a.m. that night, rereading old texts and wondering if she’d ever mean it.

Maybe she did, not that you’d ever know though.

So I'll wait for you, love / And I'll burn / Will I ever see your sweet return? / Oh, will I ever learn?

You waited. 

You still wait.

Every time she texts “miss you”

Every time she hugs you, a second too long.

Every time she wears your hoodie like it belongs to her.

It sets you on fire. 

You smile through the smoke.

Oh-oh, lover, you should've come over / 'Cause it's not too late

You wrote her a letter once.

Twelve pages.

Double-sided.

“I love you.”

“I always have.”

“You’re everything I want but can’t have.”

You never gave it to her.

You folded it into a paper plane and burned it in a parking lot while she posed for a picture with some guy who got to put his arm around her waist.

The smoke made your eyes sting.

You told yourself it was the wind.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made / The open window lets the rain in

Now you lie in your room with her name still saved as “my girl 🩵” in your phone.

She sent you a TikTok today: “This reminded me of us.”

You laughed.

You cried.

You saved it anyway.

Because even her crumbs taste like sugar.

Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams / He had you with him

You dream of her every night.

But she never stays.

My body turns / And yearns for a sleep that won't ever come

You think of her talking about stupid things like the new tiktok dance she's going to do.

About basketball

About anything and nothing and everything

And you can’t look away from her eyes.

You never could.

It's never over / My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

You would give anything.

Everything, just for her smile.

Even if it was only for a second.

It's never over / All my riches for her smiles / When I've slept so soft against her

You remember every sleepover like a prayer.

It's never over / All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter

She laughs, and your heart breaks in a new place each time.

It's never over / She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

You wrote that once in a journal.

You weren’t exaggerating.

Oh, but maybe I'm just too young / To keep good love from going wrong

Maybe you are.

Maybe it was never love.

Maybe it was always too much and never enough.

Oh-oh-oh, lover / You should've come over, yeah, yes

Yes, I feel too young to hold on / And much too old to break free and run

You live in the in-between.

Too scared to let go.

Too smart to hope.

Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done

But you know it hurts.

You know what it’s costing you.

Sweet lover, you should've come over / Oh, love, well I've waited for you

You still wait.

Every day.

Even now.

Even when you know the ending.

Lover, lover, lover / Lover, love, love, love, love, love, love!Lover, you should've come over / 'Cause it's not too late

But it is.

It always was.

[judebelle]

been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)

sneaky - j.f. x reader

a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..

pairing : joao felix x fem!reader

word count : 2.3k

summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.

cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry

---

you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.

the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.

hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.

you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.

very close to a certain mr felix.

the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.

it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).

from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.

joaofelix79 : u got home safe?

ynsusername : ofc i did

ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me

joaofelix79 : that's good.

you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.

you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.

eventually, you two started hanging out alone.

not anything crazy, of course.

joaofelix79 : hey

joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place

joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat

how could you refuse that?

it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.

"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.

"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.

"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.

from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.

eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.

12:03 am - joao : wyd

12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol

12:04 am - joao : dont bother

12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place

12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats

of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.

and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.

"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.

"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.

"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.

you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.

that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.

his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.

you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.

you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.

but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.

---

"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"

the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.

across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.

one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-

"isn't that right, y/n?"

alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.

"hmm? sorry?"

"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.

"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.

you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.

"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.

the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.

he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.

joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.

it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.

you sent him a quick wink.

he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.

you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.

---

you couldn't take it anymore.

something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.

it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.

finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".

shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.

he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.

"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.

"nice dress.."

"just take it off."

---

you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.

joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.

it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.

your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.

"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.

you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.

he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.

"joao, we dont have time for this-"

"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.

"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"

he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.

"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)

you nodded and bit your lip.

he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

"are you ready for me?" he teased.

"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.

joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"move for me, bebé."

you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.

he shuddered at the feeling.

you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.

"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.

after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.

he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.

your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.

"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.

"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.

his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.

joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.

you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.

"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"

[cokou]

hello dear cokou! could you possible write a Law/strawhat!reader during their time at punk hazard. Law gravitates towards them since they aren’t as rowdy as the rest of the crew. i’m sorry if i didn’t articulate myself well, english isnt my first language.

Note ✉* ~ I LOVEE THIS REQUEST ANON, thank you so so much for requesting♥️ Also most of this contains some spoilers and non-spoils lelll! || Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere. || 𖤐٭┆Masterlist

Summary* ~ Law thinks you're less of a nuisance to be a Strawhat. Warnings* ~ SPOILERS FOR PUNK HAZARD! Shit writing || Genre* ~ SFW

ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ, ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ?

It surely was one of the most unsurprising things your Captain's ever done. Without anyone's opinion at all, HE decided that Trafalgar, will set up an alliance with your crew. WITHOUT asking for negative reactions at all, of course it's a typical thing that usually happens all the time by the pirate crew.

Law implies that he would be helping around with the Straw Hats in order to complete his far goal. Not even an hour in with Luffy and the other Straw Hats, he already grew veins on his forehead that were about to pop from the annoyance he received from all of their bullshits.

Zoro and Sanji kept fighting, Nami was beating Luffy up, and Franky kept screaming 'super' while everyone was in the middle of a fight. Not even Robin could comprehend with whatever was happening, it was all so noisy for the love of God. The snow was was violently raining upon you guys and your coat was starting to not help at all. You distance yourself apart from everyone to get away from their abominations.

Law follows right behind you, slowly catching up with you.

"Are they always like this?" Law asks.

"They have always been, sorry about their stupid behaviours." You sigh whilst looking back to see how the fight was going, it was toning down, yet it was still loud.

"All i'm gonna ask is how you comprehend yourself with them all the time."

"I usually isolate myself from them when a fight breaks out, which is every single day. It's been a constant routine for me." You give him a laugh.

Law frowns at the thought of bearing with them every single day and shook his head in disapprovement. You two ended up eating the time avoiding the fight in utter silence, sometimes offering questions to each other to lessen the boredom and awkwardness of the time being.

The fight stops (suprisingly) after a huge snowball got flung onto them and crushing them like pancakes.

"Where did that snowball come from?!" You shrieked.

"Don't tell them it was me." Law smiles and you two laughed your asses about it.

Ever since then Law pretty much gravitates towards you whenever you all are about to go somewhere, it's not because he likes you (he does), it's simply because you're much more chiller and less loud than everyone from the crew. You had sticked with Law as he gives you the peace that you surely deserve.

Course— not everything simply comes to a happy ending, the Navy reaches Punk Hazard. Law was more than able to meet them as he exited Caesar's lab, he picked up a fight with Vice Admiral Smoker and managed to take his heart and exchange it with their captain, Tashigi. Afterwards, he left and met you, and the straw hats once again.

Law darts towards you, completely dodging Luffy's handshake, making Luffy feel dismay.

"I don't think attacking them was a good idea."

"Would you rather die than fight the navy?" Law skeptically asked.

"No way!" You chuckle.

Towards the whole day, you spent time looking at unfamiliar things that you havent seen before. You found an ice-like flower (no its not in one piece😢), and suprisingly found out that it was used to make a certain medicine, said Law. On the way to the mountains, Law and you, got into some 'little' chatters thinking that everyone was following.

"Where are they?!" You yelped.

"Maybe they got lost." Law sighs.

Correction, BOTH of you got lost. You two retraced your steps but was disappointed as the heavy snowfall refrained you two from going back to the same direction as the last time. You two were led into the big crater parting the burning lands and the ice lands.

"OOI! (Name)! Tra-guy!" Luffy waved at the opposite side of the crater.

"Luffy?? how did you guys get there?!" You screamed.

"We swam the crater!" Another correction, Zoro and Sanji swam them into the other side.

Law grabs your clothes and walked backwards to the direction you came from.

"I really don't wanna spend time with those idiots."

"You allied with us so you have to."

Law thinks so carefully that he thought an alliance with the straw hats would be a great idea, although it gave him lots of stress more, he'd be grateful someone with the same humor and interest with him was on the ship nonetheless. Because, he won't be able to take the stupid personalities of the men aboard of the straw hats. He's atleast happy that he gets to experience 99% of there stupidity with you. (You two aren't happy anymore)

Author's note ✉* ~ I really brainstormed on what to write here, I haven't reached rhis part of Punk Hazard yet😭😭 I can say this request was hard to make but i will 100% do all requests for my dear supporters! Love yall :'D.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[rafsgrl]

summary: sylus finds out you’ve fallen ill, so he visits you

it was the end of the week, and you’ve been suffering with a fever since the start of this week, it was quiet severe you could barley pick up your phone and all you did was sleep.

you used your bit of energy you had to let your boss know you wont be coming in, and thats all you did this week, never touched the phone unless it was necessary.

mephisto, usually stalking you near your office window, never found you in your office, everyday of the week mephisto would report to sylus that you didnt show up. this rung bells in syluses head, concerning him, why weren’t you at work and whats going on?.

then so he decided to call you, one ring.. two rings..three rings.. sylus furrows his brows until he heard your voice on the fourth ring.

hello.. you answer his call.

great! youre alive sweetie

yea why.. whats up

sylus notices your voice is a bit hoarse, little bird told me you havent been at work all week, sylus says twirling his cup of water in the kitchen

his voice softens, is everything okay?

covered in a blanket, your body temperature mixed between hot and cold, your face heats up at his concern for you.

yea im okay.. i have a fever. before you could say anymore.

im coming now. sylus then shuts the phone in your face.

???

staring at your ceiling, you wanted at least brush your hair before he came over but your body was to tired to move, and before you know it, you fell back asleep.

a few hours pass, it was now night time, you’re still sound asleep, sylus was now at your door, with some goods in his hand, he opened your door with his spar key to your home.

it was quiet, too quiet, sylus sighs, his concern grows as he steps closer to your room. knocking lightly at your door.

sweetie im here, sylus says softly

you wake at his voice and scramble out of bed, opening your room door you’re met with sylus.

though sylus is happy to see you, his brows furrow with concern, once he sees you.

your hair is slightly messy, your oversized sweater falling off your shoulder, face red, lips plump, eye bags visable. you definitely looked sick.

you make way for sylus to walk in, as he walks in he complains, sweetie why didnt you tell me you’ve fallen sick?

now sitting on the edge of your bed, you follow behind him, i didn’t want to worry you. lightly trailing off

syluses brows furrow, he deeply looked offended by what you said. crossing his arms, you worry me more by not telling me things sweetie.

your brows upward tilt and you pout slightly, fine, ill tell you everything from now, mimicking sylus, crossing your arms.

sylus chuckles. good. i want to know everything. he softly says taking out the goods he got you putting them on your bed.

heating and cooling pads, some hello panda biscuits and a lot of other snacks.

you lightly laugh as sylus spills everything out of the bag, you knew sylus was a softie at times but this was cutely funny to you.

disturbing your train of thought, sylus gets up, grabbing your hair brush sitting on your vanity.

your eyes following where he was going, you then make room for him to sit behind you, so he can brush your hair.

sylus sits behind you comfortably, grabbing your hair to face him, his fingers gracing your neck, tickling a bit.

he begins to brush, gently,, when did you catch this fever sweetie?

you hesitate before answering… monday

tch tch tch

you giggle lightly

in a comfortable silence, sylus finishes brushing your hair and begins to braid, the back of his fingers gracing your neck time to time tickling you making your ears red, you feel them hot, and you pray sylus doesn’t notice how such little things take affect on you.

but he noticed, a slight smirk on his face, he kissed the back of your neck.

your face heats up even more and you elbow him.

he laughs, hugging you from behind, his chin, on your shoulder, bringing you close to his body.

youre hot, is it your fever or me.

you turn to face him, pinching his lips.

stop talking, your face hotter than ever, your heart beat felt on the side of your neck.

sylus grabs your wrist, if i dont? his face close to yours, sharing the same breath

sylus, you push him back lightly, youll get sick

sylus rolls his eyes playfully, putting the back of his hand on your forehead

youre hot, sylus gets up, getting the cooling pad on your bed, tearing it open, lifting your face, the palm of his hand on your chin, putting the cooling pad on your forehead.

in reality you were almost all healed up, youre just hot because of sylus.

want anything to eat sweetie? looking you softly in the eye

no.. not hunrgy, lifting your blanket tucking yourself in.

sylus picks up all the things on your bed placing them back in the bag, hanging it on your door knob. coming back to you cupping your face, i should let you rest now sweetheart, ill come by tomorrow.

placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, im glad i saw you today, he lets go and before he walks away from you, you grab his sleeve, stopping in his tracks.

stay?

mhmm, sylus now interlocking fingers with you.

you pull your interlocked hands towards you and he falls on top on you.

needy i see. hovering over you, his arms on each side of your shoulders. you wrap your arms around his neck.

stay with me tonight? you softly repeat

the look on your face couldn’t bring him to tell you he had things to do.

anything for you, my beloved.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

authors note: sorry i haven’t posted in like a week hope this fluff makes up for it (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

©sylusdoll 2024

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[cvnt4him]

hinting to tobio you like him is....not as easy as you think.

The kurasuno boys are practicing for a little while, you sit next to yachi and occasionally speak to her about whatever it is that comes to mind, laughing and giggling quietly to not disturb the practice.

You can't help but to admire the setter. He truly was graceful, hes so beautiful in his own way. Those luminescent blue eyes of his, so deep and full of life, full of potential. He's so sweet and stupid.

A small smile forms on your face as you watch closely, the boys bringing their practice to a final stop. You take the end of the day as an excuse to speak to him. It's not as if you guys aren't friends or haven't spoken to each other before, but ever since you've developed this silly crush on him you can't help but wanna be around him.

“ hey, nice practice, hm?”

“ yup.”

He was bland with you as he gave you a small nod as a 'thank you' for the bottle. You bite your lip with a smile as you look up to him, he closed his eyes and drank from his bottle tuning out the rest of the world. He was so pretty up close....

Again, it's not like you havent been near him before but...he's just so gorgeous....like when he's all sweaty and you can..smell him.........

You inhale deeply unintentionally, your thoughts taking over you and telling you to do it. It was so loud you think, you get embarrassed when he opens his eyes and raises one of his brows looking down at you. You groan and turn away mentally face palming and digging a hole in the ground.

You decided this was it. The worst he could say was no right? You decided to grow a pair and ask him out. Maybe like sus out the vibe before you do at least...

“ hey..so uh, tobi, are you like...busy sometime I—”

“ what did you call me?”

Huh-...he stops you mid sentence and stares at you, one brow cocked as he stared down at you. Kageyama isn't a shy person, he doesn't struggle with eye contact or talking to people like the average person would. It's almost as if he was leering over you with how tall he was...

“ uh.. i- y'know, everyone kind of uhm.. has a nickname and.. you....don't?”

He hums, one of his hands finding it's way to his hips and he thinks about it rather hard. You're honestly glad he's putting thought into it, because now you don't have to think about how cringey what you were about to say was.

“ ..hey yeah, you're right. tsukishima gets called tsukki, I think I've heard a few people call that idiot sho as well... why don't I have a nickname.”

He pouts to himself as he genuinely thinks about it more. It's so cute. He's so silly and stupid and himself, so dense to anything other than volleyball. Idiot. A smile brings itself back to your face as you giggle.

“ nicknames are normally a sign someone likes you, y'know?”

You aren't sure if he's listening or the hum he gave you was just to make you feel like he was. But you took it to heart.

“ I guess.”

His voice was rather bland, not giving much energy. Okay, you think to yourself...he's keeping it going, maybe this is the leverage you needed to sus out what you wanna hear.....

“ you're the first person to give me a nickname.”

“ is that right.”

He looks back at you, his normally stern face relaxing a bit. He nods and lets out a small 'mhm'. So fucking cute oh my goodness. You normally have such a hard time looking him in the eyes by the way he doesn't shy away or back down like you would, he holds eye contact perfectly. And goodness they are so effing gorgeous..

You let out a small scoff, one that catches his attention.

“ yeah..”

“ so what, have you never liked someone before?”

Kageyama turns his head to the side in confusion, he wasn't quite sure what you meant. Gosh he is so cute.

“ what do you mean?”

You giggle at his words, shifting your weight onto one of your legs as you cock your head to the side slightly, a smile still present as you don't look away from him.

“ have you never given anyone a nickname, y'know have you never liked anyone?”

He thinks about it once more, tobio can't exactly recall the last time he ever had feelings for someone. He's never given anyone a nickname. He's not even sure if he has had feelings for anyone.

“ hmm...no. I can't say that I have.”

Bingo. He's never been with anyone! Even better, he's never had feelings for someone!! But..its likely he doesn't even like people...not that he's in to animals or anything, but maybe he just doesn't have feelings for people.. maybe you don't stand a chance.

Your smile slightly fades as you think about it. Your eyes flickering away from his and moving towards the ground, your confidence fleeting as you're heavy in thought.

“ what uhm..kind of people would you say you're into, then.”

“ uh, probably someone with the same interests as me y'know. basics, I like volleyball so as long as they like volleyball too I think that's solid.”

You groan lightly and look back at him. It's not that you think volleyball is uninteresting or uncool or anything. You joined the club because you needed an extra curricular, y'know it helps your thing being a manager of them y'know. Getting to stare at hot boys was just a bonus.

“ huh. so I'd have to be into volleyball to go out with you. lame.”

“ yup.”

Kageyama was quick to answer before it even registered in his head.. you hum and pat his shoulder before walking away giving your 'goodnights' to everyone and leaving.

He watches you leave, his face as normal and stern. Kageyama stretches and gathers his stuff before Tanaka runs over with Hinata and noya joking and laughing

“ dude! she was flirting with you!”

Tanaka yells out slapping kageyama on the back, noya laughs and punches him in the arm.

“ wow man, I didn't know you had it like that! the rizz is rizzing.”

“ don't say that.”

Tsukishima says walking beside tadashi as he waves to everyone beside his taller friend.

“ what? y/n wouldn't flirt with me. y/n wouldn't try to ruin our friendship like that.”

“ what makes you think you can't be friends and in a relationship.”

“ that's why it's called 'girlfriend' dude.”

Noya and Tanaka tell kageyama, Hinata snickers and laughs at kageyamas stupidity.

“ I'm not surprised, of course you wouldn't know anything about relationships!”

“ SHUT UP, DUMBASS!”

Poor kageyama was all red and flustered now. He thought about it, you basically said you liked him... And it completely flew over his head..was he really that bad at relationships? He's never been in one. Would you dislike that? Why did you like him? You were friends?

Could you really be his friend and his girlfriend?

[lizhaoyu]

Do you take smut requests? If yes maybe giving Iso a blowjob? 👀 I wanna choke on that dick ngl

What the hell guys I would never ever write smut what the fuck

(NSFW under the cut 🤤)

How did you even get here?

One second, you were teaching this newbie Agent the basics of proper spike defusal. He was pretty cute, his hands were shaking and everything, and when you'd hold him to stay steady, you felt like he'd just start shaking even more.

You could tell he wanted something from you. You could tell by the way he was breathing heavily, purposely messing up just so you can touch him some more. And when you do touch him, you could almost hear his small whimpers. Was this guy a manwhore or what?

This poor, poor guy. You thought that maybe he just needed some help, maybe you can take him into your room and "talk" to him or something.

Now, here you were, giving this poor man a great time. You didn't expect this guy to have the biggest dick you've seen in your entire lifetime.

Sure, you've never given head to anyone before, just seeing a couple pictures of dicks because horny fucks online love sending them, but this guy's cock was just too much.

His dick was practically standing proud and tall, his tip leaking copious amounts of precum. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that this is Niagara Falls.

This guy was a whimpering and moaning mess. He was begging you to touch him already, jerking his hips upwards.

"Chill out," you laugh, "You're leaking so much."

You poke the tip a few times, which led to more precum, and loud moans from Iso.

Goddamn this man was fine. Maybe you'd give in to your worldly desires just this once.

You slowly stroke his cock up and down, eliciting whimpers from him. Your fingers were stained with his sticky cum, but that didn't really stop you.

And apparently, it also didn't stop him from jerking his hips upwards and begging you to keep going.

So, you did. You took his tip into your mouth, tasting the slightly salty cum on your tongue. It was hard to take it all in, especially since his dick is like, a fucking horse cock idk, but his hip jerking made it all the more easier.

His moans filled the room, whimpering your name over and over, while his tip hit the back of your throat perfectly.

You were practically gagging, but hey, who doesn't wanna gag on and choke yourself with a huge cock?

Things didn't last long because Iso was very horny and a manwhore and ended up cumming all over inside your mouth.

You swallow his thick and sticky cum, before pulling away. God, this guy was still fucking hard? He's a manwhore confirmed.

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(A/N: guys what the fuck ummmmm he's literally my husband and i just woke up and started writing smut bro like what. also, part three of why so shy is cumming soon (haha get it ahhahahaha I wrote this in 30 minutes come on i havent even woken up fully yet))

[mayearies]

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

.. ❛ nailed it ❜

genre: suggestive | warnings: implied making out, suggestive speech ->summary: miles gives you a prize

꒰ঌ a/n ໒꒱ needed to spice up shi a little bit since i havent in a while lmao i didnt feel like adding pictures to this one (ty @/q2ie for letting me steal ur format 😊 i might not keep it tho LMAO)

miles and you were doin' your nightly routine—facetiming each other for 3 hours before you actually went to sleep. you two would talk about anything and everything. drama at school, shit at work, etc. but you wanna see him in person. you would drop that in the convo for a while.

"then this bitch down the street was lookin' at me sideways n' shit, i swear to god-" "i wanna come see youuuu"

he broke, bursting out in full on laugher and rolling around in his bed out the frame. all your other attempts landed in him letting out a breathy laugh or a small chuckle.

"okay but no seriously! you haven't came over in foreverrrr" "we saw each other last week, mi vida?" "that's too long! what can i do to make you come over?"

it didn't take him long to think about a possible challenge. the smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. "you can try that one filter goin' around."

"which one? the hammer one?" "yeah." "hmm. you make it seem like it's that big of a challenge." "knowing your timing skills, yes. yes it will be a challenge for you." "what's in it for me?"

miles held his face in his palm while he looked to the side, making a humming noise. "i'll come over and kiss you."

"make out, you mean?" "i mean... it depends if you pass or nah."

you sucked on your teeth as you moved over to tiktok and got ready to win the little prize he had for you. you didn't even tell him that you started. you just went at it. he saw your focused ass self through your camera and he was snickerin a whole lot. "yo, shut up or i swear to god."

miles sat up and took a deep breath before saying in a mocking tone: "yo, shut up or i swear to g-"

"STOP"

once the timer hit zero, you had landed around 14. still bein' salty about not being able to get at least two because of his sabotagin' ass. you mumbled a curse under your breath which he knows for certain was for him. "awww.. you mad, ma? estás molesto conmigo?

"shut up." "you're too cute, i can't." "you didn't even tell me how many i had to get!" "... 15."

you stared at him with unamused which only made him feel amused. you swear, this boy plays too much. but that's one of the reasons you love him. the other reasons? well... that's another story.

"i'm jokin', ma. unlock your window."

once you heard your window slide up, you stopped shaking your leg. you had been waiting a whole 10 minutes. far too long. he came in his prowler pajamas, which was cute and it matched your spiderman one. "took you long enough."

miles held your chin with a playful smirk on his face. tilting it upward a little so he could plant a little kiss on your neck. "y'know. i wonder if you taste as salty as you talk, ma."

"just kiss me already."

and so he did. rather passionate, you would say. he knew everything you liked when he kissed you. what you didn't like, and what you loved. what made your face warm. what made your heart flutter. all of it. it's one of the other reasons you love him.

"i know just how to make your knees weak, amor." "sad but true." "what is that supposed to mean?" "you always make me fold. it hurts my back."

he let out a small giggle while cuddling up under the covers with you. he was proud to be able to tease you so much. even if you might get sick of him. "i love you so much."

"wish i could say the same." "damn. you still got that salty ass mouth after all that? thought i carried all my sweetness over to you. you want me to do it again?"

©hiimayee

[gamblersdoll]

Sanemi failing NNN but it’s okay cuz it’s his birthday!

-⭐️ Anon!

happy birthday nemi!

“its still november, sanemi.” you chuckle, feeling his slightly chapped but plump lips press against your skin and collarbone. “yer’ awfully eager, baby.”

“can you blame me?” he grunts, a hand to your thighs and squeezing. “you do know its my birthday right? that shit dont apply to me no more.” he corrected you, as always. maybe he was right— should cut him some slack since he became twenty two today. you sigh through your nose, nodding and allowing him to unbutton your dress. “there you go, just let the birthday boy take his present and his cake.” you snort at his jokes, a hand wrapping around your throat softly and his lips suckle your nipples. “havent gotten to come in damn near a month.”

“you were always exempt, knowing your birthday was coming and thought i wouldnt catch on.” you remind, moaning softly when he leans down to your folds and spits. “moving so quick, huh?”

“you know i waste no time when it comes to you.” he groans, watching your clit jump when it feels the waft of air. “she also missed me, so quit yer’ mouth.” a finger presses inside, a sudden moan rippling through and he moans along with you. “so creamy in here.. guess you were also participating huh?” you nod, feeling his middle finger curl up to your gummy spot and he chuckles. “ damn..”

he was seriously not wasting time, immediately crawling ontop of you after the first three spasms around his fingers. “sanemi—“ you choke, feeling himself press up against you to bite your neck softly. “really bad this time.. huh?”

“stop talkin,” he mumbles, groaning softly when he meets his cock with your cervix— god it had been so long, he missed this. he missed his slit of his tip leaking inside of you and then pulling out to slap his heaviness onto your clit. “ bet youve been wanting this more than me, little baby.” he chuckles, licking up your skin to your neck when he moves his hips in a slow, excruciating pace over nd over nd over until you start to shiver.

“nemi..” you whimper into his neck, biting at the flesh.

“if yer’ gonna bite me, do it right.” he growls into your hair, his thumbs digging into your hips and he groans again. “acting like a damn fleshlight for me..” his breath hitches, swallowing thickly until his eyes rolled back. “fuck.. fuck this isnt gonna be long, pretty.” you didnt care, your nails digging into his triceps and shoulder-blades that he worked so hard for. “yeah? wanna show me how good it feels?”

you nod, him holding you down and thrusting into a new angle. you squeal temporarily, a mean laugh from above down to you and he licks his lips wet— all the while he takes a hand to your jaw and punctuates each thrust. “say happy birthday to me, mama.” he growls out, “say. it.”

“ha—ppy, fuck..” you whine, earning a light smack on the cheek to make you focus. “happy birthd—ayy,” you force yourself to say, earning his grace to allow your core to flood his shaft and soak his heavy balls.

“thats my good girl.”

[schlattslonghairytoes]

make the cut 🥎

A.P calc teacher schlatt x A.P studio art teacher reader

when the athletics associate at the school you work at asks you to coach the girls softball team, you agree. only to find you share the field with your sometimes favorite coworker.

it had been a few months since schlatts infamous halloween party

and things between you and him were great

well, they were... okay?

you werent even sure anymore, because as much as you were obsessed with this man, and wanted him so bad, he wouldnt make a damn move

you felt like maybe he didnt even like you, but he was also kinda obsessed with you?

it felt like you were making most of the moves, and he "didnt wanna label anything to early" so you were in this weird inbetween stage

a situationship? idk thats what the girls called it

but honestly, it was getting a little boring, he wouldnt take you on dates, or even really make an effort

but the times that were good, outweighed the bad, the nights spent laying bare under the covers, sharing things only soulmates would tell the other

but at the same time he was so emotionally disconnected

it was all beggining to feel more like a task then a blessing

you slowly started to distance yourself after two months, because if he wasnt going to do something soon, omfg you were done waiting

disregarding that burden, something you were actually looking foward to was approaching

softball season!!!

you had played throughout highschool and college, even going as far as playing in division two throughout your college experience

you had applyed for a coaching spot, and you knew you were the most qualified, so the job was rightfully yours

and to add a cherry on top of that, your favorite six girls had told you that they were going to try out for the varsity team!

you knew this would be a good distraction from whatever bull shit Mr. Schlatt was doing

the texting and calling slowed, he stopped visiting your class as much, you kinda just assumed the infatuation phase was over

it was more painful then you let off, i mean you thought there would be a chance you would marry this man.

so a distraction was very well needed, that is, until try-outs began

you walked onto the field the moment school ended, you didnt expect students to get to the field until around four, so you had a soild thirty minutes to plan and set up

you were waiting for your assistant coach to show up, you werent told before hand who it would be, but you really hoped it was a teacher that you got along with

you sat in the dugout, going over drills and planning answers to questions you knew would be asked

when the signature engine sound you had grown so used to, pulled up right next to the field, and a large six foot three, muttonchopped man got out of his car

you felt your sholders involuntarily slouch, and a large sigh escaped your throat.

great, this is just what you needed

what made it even worse was he pulled up in pit vipers and a large toothy grin, one of you were obviosly more happy about this pair up then the other.

"would you look at that, my favorite girl's already here, as usual." he laughed and sat down his baseball bag close to mine

"what are you doing here johnny, why arent you coaching baseball." you said in a unimpressed tone, he raised and eyebrow and laughed

"you dont seem very happy to have me here, i applied to do baseball but they had to many coaches, when they said i could do softball instead i was hesitant, but when they mentioned i would be with you, i took them up on it." his words didnt carry his usual confidence

"did i do something, i mean youre never THIS unhappy to see me" he attempted at a joke but he really seemed crushed

"listen, its just... i mean, well. i dont know, i feel like things between us havent really been going anywhere, it kinda feels like you dont... care? or like me, i dont know, i kinda just thought this thing we had, y'know, run its course?"

every bit of confidence, ego, and happiness left his body the moment you started talking, he was genuinley speechless, you thought he didnt like you anymore?

it was the exact opposite, he actualy convinced himself he liked you TOO much. he went to assure you that wasnt the case, but the approaching loud teenage girl voices shut you both up

"look, it was nice, but maybe were better off as friends, lets just get try-outs started alright?" you smiled softly and walked out to greet all the girls, leaving schlatt with his confused brain

how the fuck was he going to get through the next two hours

no forget that, the next 4 months.

you started tryouts with everyone introducing themselves and sharing how long they have played softball, and what position they usually play if they have

once everyone went, you sent all the girls to do four laps around the field while you and schlatt assessed each one and what position they would start as today

there were 32 girls there and twelve would make varsity and 14 would make JV

but only cutting 8 girls would make you feel so bad, so the ligistics were still being figured out

then you assigned each girl to a position and now it was time for you to hit to each one, schlatt took all the potential pitchers and catchers to the bullpen to start their try-outs

you would bat a ball to each girl, and their job was to field it and accurately and quickly throw it to first base, and if you were hitting to first base, they had to throw it to you.

quite simple.

or thats what you hoped

turns out, playing with d1 and d2 players, is not the exact same as playing with high schoolers

this was going to be an excruciatingly long four months.

[0angel-tears0]

Fight me - Pt. 2

The long awaited Part 2. if you havent read part 1 you can find that here

Warnings - Swearing, suggestive themes.

As always inspired by @ellswritings be sure to check out their story that started all this right here

About 1,800 words.

Part 3 will be filthy and on its way soon! But for now enjoy :)

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Y/N hates him. 

It’s been three days since then. Three days since the trailer. Since the kiss. Since he walked away, leaving her a mess of frustration and unsaid words.  

And now?  

Now, he’s acting like nothing happened.  

Like he didn’t kiss her breathless. Like he didn’t look at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered for those few minutes.  

And that pisses her off more than anything.  

Y/N walks into the arena with her head held high, pretending like she’s not affected. Like her entire world didn’t tilt on its axis. The second she steps into the backstage area, she feels it.

Him.

Cody is across the room, leaning against the wall, deep in conversation with someone. He’s dressed in his ring gear, looking as infuriatingly good as ever. Y/N tells herself not to look. But then, like he senses her, Cody glances up. And just like that, the air between them shifts. For a moment, everything else fades just like it did last night. His gaze locks onto hers, expression unreadable. There’s no smirk this time. No cocky remarks. Just… silence. Heavy. Lingering.

Y/N’s pulse stutters. But before she can even think about what to do next, Cody pushes off the wall, nods once in acknowledgment, and walks away. Like nothing happened. Like she doesn’t exist. And for some reason, that pisses her off more than anything else he’s ever done. 

The tension only gets worse as the day drags on. Cody avoids her. Or at least, he tries to. She catches him staring more than once, but the second she meets his gaze, he looks away, acting like last night never happened. It’s infuriating. And maybe that’s why, when she spots him alone backstage before his match, she doesn’t stop herself from marching straight up to him.

“Seriously?” she snaps.

Cody barely reacts, finishing the wrap on his wrist. “Y/N.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like nothing happened.”

Cody finally looks up. “Nothing did happen.”  He pulls his wrap, tight.

Y/N lets out a sharp laugh at his poor attempt to intimidate her. “Oh, really? So, I imagined you showing up at my trailer? I imagined you kissing me?”

His jaw tightens and his eyes scatter around him worried someone would hear, before staring straight at her. “It was a mistake.” Ouch

Y/N knew he was going to say that. She knew it.

But it still stings.

“A mistake” she echoes.

Cody exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, Y/N. I don’t have time for this right now." He walks past her to escape but she turns and follows, not willing him the easy option. 

“Right,” she scoffs, voicing her thoughts. “Because running away is so much easier, isn’t it?”

His eyes darken. “I’m not running.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

Cody doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stops, turns and steps closer, too close, until Y/N is backed up against the nearest crate, heart hammering. “I’m trying,” he says lowly, his eyes piercing hers, “to keep myself from making another mistake.”

The words send a shiver down her spine because she knows exactly what he means. She knows he wants her. Just as much as she wants him. The problem is, neither of them knows what to do about it. About their story. They built up such a rapport of hating each other, how would the fans deal with this sudden shift?

But then Cody’s music hits, signaling his entrance, and just like last night

He leaves.

And Y/N is left standing there, once again, fists clenched, heartbeat erratic, aching with the need to figure out what the hell is happening between them.

Because if this is a mistake it’s one they’re both going to keep making.

Y/N tells herself she’s done chasing Cody Rhodes. If he wants to pretend last night never happened, fine. If he wants to call it a mistake, fine. But the way he looks at her the heat in his eyes, the tension every time they’re near each other it tells a different story. So, she decides to play his game. If Cody wants to pretend he doesn’t want her, she’ll make sure he feels it anyway.

The opportunity comes that night, during the main event, during his match. Y/N’s job tonight is to be at ringside, part of the bloodline. Nothing too involved—just enough to make her presence known. She stands next to Jey in her ring gear waiting for their entrance. "you okay uce?" he asks clearly feeling the electricity buzz of her.

"I'm fine" she replies as Jey rolls his eyes.

"Right, you just don't seem the same since that fight" Jey says he cares, and she knows it, but Y/N is focused on one thing only. She simply glares up at Jey and he keeps the rest of his thoughts to himself.

The match itself is a heated one, Y/N stands screaming, smacking the apron. “COME ON!” she screams, her emotions are getting the best of her and Cody can see it, it distracts him on more than one occasion. At one point Y/N tries to climb up into the ring herself after arguing with the ref and Jey has to run over to grab her and pull her down, he talks to her lowly, his hands on her shoulders, in Cody's full view after he's thrown down onto the apron. Cody feels a bad pang in his stomach seeing them, why is Jey the one talking her down? He tried to reach for her, to tear them apart before he realises where he is and is pulled back into his match by a swift kick to his stomach. The crowd seem to notice the shift in their dynamic, cheering everytime Y/N and Cody get that much closer and she knows exactly what to do.

Cody still wins, because of course he does. The crowd roars as he stands victorious, sweat glistening under the arena lights. He barely acknowledges her, acting like she’s just another part of the show, really trying to keep his emotions in check unlike the rest of the match.

But Y/N? She’s had enough of being ignored, she grabs a mic from the commentator table, as Cody celebrates, she climbs into the ring much calmer than before, because she has a plan.

The energy shifts. The crowd buzzes, sensing the moment, they know they’re going to witness the fall out.

Cody turns, surprised, as she steps closer. His chest is still rising and falling from the match, but his eyes, those blue, frustrating eyes, are locked onto her.

lifting a mic, she tilts her head, smirking. “Still pretending, Rhodes?” 

Cody exhales sharply, shaking his head. “What are you doing?” He says to her, only to her.

She shrugs giving him a slick, manic smirk.

The crowd eats it up, chanting, waiting for something to happen. And then, just to push him further, she reaches up barely, just enough to brush her fingers along the back of his neck. Cody tenses.

That’s all it takes.

He moves fast. one second, she’s teasing him. Next, the mic is on the floor and his hands are on her waist, pulling her in and then his lips crash onto hers. The arena erupts. Y/N barely registers the noise because all she can focus on is him, the way he grips her like he’s finally given in, the way he kisses her like he’s been starving for it. It’s fire, it’s chaos, it’s everything she knew it would be. By the time they pull apart, Cody’s breathing hard

“This isn’t over,” he murmurs.

Y/N smirks, before he can say anything else, she steps back and leaves the ring leaving Cody standing there, watching her. 

Cody Rhodes is pissed. Not because of the kiss. Not because of the way Y/N left him standing in the ring like some lovesick idiot. No, he’s pissed because now he wants her more than ever.

And she knows it. She’s using it.

Backstage, Y/N barely makes it past the gorilla before she hears his footsteps. Heavy. Purposeful. He’s coming for her. She smirks to herself. Good. She doesn’t turn, doesn’t stop just keeps walking like she isn’t affected, like she doesn’t feel the heat still lingering on her lips. But then a hand wraps around her wrist, stopping her. She barely has a second to react before Cody spins her around and backs her against the nearest wall. His body cages hers in, his hands bracing on either side of her head. He’s still breathless, still pumped from the match, but his eyes, oh his eyes, are something else entirely. Something wild.

“You think this is funny?” His voice is low, rough.

Y/N tilts her head looking up at him through her eyelashes, feigning innocence. “What?”

Cody scoffs, shaking his head. “You planned that.”

She lifts a hand, stroking it softly down his bare chest. “Maybe.”

His jaw tics. “You like messing with me, huh?”

Y/N leans in just enough to feel the warmth of his breath. “You make it too easy.”

For a second, just a second, she thinks he’s going to kiss her again. His gaze drops to her lips. Her fingers curl against her sides, resisting the urge to pull him in. But Cody—damn him—pulls back. Instead, he smirks.

“Fine” is all he says before he walks away. 

What now? she wonders.

She hadn't planned this far ahead. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to confront him, driven by days of pent-up frustration. But now, with the power shifted to her, she realizes she has no idea what her next move should be.

It doesn’t help that every fiber of her being still remembers the kiss the way his lips felt against hers, the intensity of it, how everything else had blurred out of existence for that brief moment. And now, as much as she wants to stay angry, there’s an undeniable pull.

No, she tells herself firmly. Focus. Remember everything he did.

Fuck Cody Rhodes

When she pushes open the locker room door, Rhea Ripley stands there, startled by her abrupt entrance she looks up, sensing her mood immediately as Y/N lays down on a bench huffing.

“What happened?” she asks, tilting her head curiously, a smirk playing on her lips. "You look like you're ready to murder someone or kiss them. Hard to tell with you."

Y/N sighs, sitting up on the bench and running a hand through her hair. "Cody," she says, the single word carrying a world of meaning.

Rhea’s eyes widened in understanding. "Ah. Him again. What did he do this time?" she crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You guys have some serious tension going on."

"Yeah," Y/N mutters. "And he knows it. Which makes it worse." She glances at her friend, debating how much to reveal. She’s not exactly the kind to talk about her feelings, especially when they’re this complicated.

Rhea’s smirk turns into a grin as she nudges her. “So... when’s the rematch?”

Y/N rolls her eyes but can't help the small smile forcing its way onto her lips. “I don’t know what you're talking about."

“Sure, you don’t,” Rhea adds with a knowing look. “But whatever this is, you need to figure it out. You two need to fight or fuck, or you’re going to keep driving yourself crazy.”

Y/N gawps at her abruptness “Rhea- “ Rhea simply shrugs. Y/N lies back down groaning. She knows Rhea’s right, but she’s not ready to confront the depth of whatever this thing with Cody is. Not yet.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommate (Matthew Sturniolo)

pt 6

It had been a week since the fight with Matt. We havent talked really at all, no apology from him and not a word out of me. I leaned against the kitchen counter, my red Solo cup practically untouched. The party was packed, music thumping so loud I could feel it in my chest. Chris had invited me, but, he’d wandered off to talk to his hockey buddies. I didn’t mind much—I wasn’t really in the mood to socialize.

“Hey,” a voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a guy I didn’t recognize standing next to me. Tall, dark hair, and a cocky smirk that immediately made me wary.

“Hi,” I said politely, offering a small smile before taking a sip from my cup.

“I’m Drew,” he said, leaning closer so I could hear him over the music. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I replied, keeping it short.

“Well, Y/N, what’s a girl like you doing standing here all alone?” he asked, his tone dripping with confidence.

“I’m not alone,” I said, nodding toward Chris across the room. “I’m here with a friend.”

He glanced at Chris, then back at me. “Doesn’t look like he’s paying much attention to you. Maybe you should let me keep you company.”

I forced a laugh. “I’m good, but thanks.”

Drew didn’t take the hint. He stepped closer, “Come on, you look bored. Let’s go upstairs. It’s quieter, and we can actually talk.”

“No, thanks,” I said firmly, stepping back.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his smirk faltering. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

“And I’m just trying to enjoy the party,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “Not interested, okay?”

His expression darkened, and he reached out to grab my wrist lightly. “Why are you being so fucking uptight? I’m just asking for some company.”

Before I could pull away, another voice cut through the noise.

“She said no.”

I turned to see Matt, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing. He stepped between us, shoving Drew’s hand off me.

“Who the hell are you?” Drew asked, glaring at Matt.

“I’m her roommate,” Matt said, his voice low and dangerous. “And you’re going to walk away. Now.”

Drew scoffed, puffing out his chest. “What’s your problem, man? I’m just talking to her.”

“You call grabbing her ‘just talking?’” Matt snapped, stepping closer. “Back off before I make you.”

“Make me?” Drew laughed, “She’s not your girlfriend, dude. Mind your own business.”

Matt didn’t hesitate. “I really dont give a fuck what she is, she wants you to leave her alone.”

Drew shoved Matt’s shoulder. “What are you gonna do about it?”

That was all it took. Matt swung, his fist connecting with Drew’s jaw with a sickening thud. The party seemed to freeze as Drew staggered back, clutching his face.

“Matt, stop!” I yelled, grabbing his arm, but he shook me off, his focus locked on Drew.

Drew recovered quickly and lunged at Matt, the two of them crashing into the counter and knocking over a stack of cups. People started shouting, forming a circle around them as they wrestled to the ground.

Chris appeared out of nowhere, pushing through the crowd. “What the hell is going on?” he yelled, grabbing Matt by the back of his shirt and hauling him off Drew.

“He wouldn’t leave her alone,” Matt growled, breathing heavily.

Drew scrambled to his feet, glaring at me. “Your roommate’s psycho,” he spat, blood dripping from his nose.

“And you’re an asshole,” Chris shot back, stepping between them. “Get out the fuck out of here.”

Drew glared at us one last time before storming off, muttering under his breath.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and Chris turned to Matt. “Dude, what the hell? You can’t just start fights!”

Matt ignored him, turning to me. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone softer now.

I nodded, still a little shaken. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Matt asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I’m sure,” I said, meeting his gaze. “But… thanks.”

Matt nodded, his anger finally fading. “Anytime.”

I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my nerves while Chris stood beside me. The party returned to its usual chaos after Matt’s fight with Drew, but my chest still felt tight.

“You okay?” Chris asked, nudging me with his elbow.

“Yeah,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if it was true. “What about you? You seemed ready to jump in back there.”

Chris grinned. “What can I say? It’s the protective big-brother instinct. Even if Matt’s only older by, like, two minutes.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Still counts, I guess.”

Matt had gone upstairs to clean himself up after the fight, and I hoped he’d stay there for a while. The last thing I wanted was more drama.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Drew pushing his way back into the room, another guy trailing behind him. He spotted me instantly, his gaze cold and determined, and then his eyes flicked to Chris.

“Uh, Chris,” I said, tugging on his sleeve.

He followed my gaze and sighed. “Oh, great. He brought backup.”

Drew didn’t waste any time. He stormed over, his friend close behind. “Where’s your brother?” he snapped, glaring at Chris.

“Fuck off,” I say, rolling my eyes

“Shut up whore I wasn’t talking to you.” Drew said putting his hand in my face like he was trying to silence me

Chris stepped in front of me. “Not here. And you’re not going anywhere near him. Speak to her like that again, I dare you.”

“Really?” Drew sneered. “You think you can stop me?”

Before Chris could respond, Matt appeared at the top of the stairs, his shirt clean but his knuckles still red. He froze briefly when he saw Drew, then sighed like he’d been expecting this.

“You again?” Matt called out, walking down the stairs. “Didn’t you get enough the first time?”

Drew smirked. “Thought I’d even the odds.”

The second Matt hit the bottom step, Drew lunged at him, his friend following suit. Matt barely had time to dodge the punch aimed at his face before he swung back, connecting with Drew’s stomach.

“What the fuck” I shouted, but Chris didn’t hesitate.

“Stay back,” he said, pushing me behind him before throwing himself into the fight.

The room erupted into chaos again as the four clashed, knocking over chairs and sending people scrambling out of the way. Chris tackled Drew’s friend to the ground while Matt wrestled with Drew, both throwing punches like they’d been waiting for this all night.

“Guys, cut it the fuck out!” I yelled, but no one was listening.

It didn’t take long for Matt and Chris to overpower them. Drew’s friend tapped out first, scrambling and dragging Drew with him. “Let’s go,” the friend hissed, blood dripping from his lip.

“You’re lucky I didn’t finish what I started,” Matt growled, his chest heaving.

Drew glared at him but didn’t say anything. The two of them disappeared into the crowd, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Chris wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wincing. “Well, that was fun.”

Matt glared at him. “What part of that was fun?”

“Winning,” Chris said with a grin.

I grabbed both of their arms. “Okay, enough. We’re leaving.”

Matt started to protest, but I cut him off. “No arguments. Let’s go.”

The walk back to our dorm was quiet, save for Chris’s occasional joke about how bad Drew was at throwing punches. Matt stayed silent, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head down.

When we got to the room, I pulled out the first-aid kit.

“Sit,” I ordered, pointing to the desk chair for Matt and my bed for Chris.

Chris sat obediently, smirking at Matt. “She’s bossy when she’s mad.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, grabbing some antiseptic wipes.

Matt didn’t say anything as I crouched in front of him, taking his hand. His knuckles were split and starting to swell.

“This is going to sting,” I warned, dabbing at the cuts.

He winced but didn’t pull away. “Thanks. And Im sorry, seriously what I said was fucked up.”

“Its fine,” I said, moving on to Chris. “You two are lucky you didn’t get arrested.”

Chris shrugged. “We couldn’t let them get away with that shit.”

Matt finally spoke up. “They were coming for me. What was I supposed to do? Let them?”

“I can stick up for myself!” I snapped.

“He had your fucking wrist gripped in his hand, Think what you want, but I'm not gonna let some random guy touch you like that,” Matt yelled, standing up, I knew he was right, so I just continued on Chris’s face.

I sighed, finishing with Chris’s face. “Just… no more fighting, okay? I can’t keep playing nurse every time you decide to throw punches.”

Chris grinned. “So you’re saying you care about us?”

“Barely,” I said, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my smile.

Matt looked at me for a long moment before nodding. “Fine. No more fighting.”

“Good,” I said, standing up and putting the first-aid kit away. “Now, if either of you gets me kicked out of a party again, you’re on your own.”

Chris laughed. “Deal.”

Matt smirked. “We’ll see.”

I shot him a warning look, and he held up his hands in mock surrender. The drama was over for now.

a/n- idk why it spaced out like that but i don’t feel like fixing it

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