#im so happy with how this turned out (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

[bucketbueckers]

RECKLESS DRIVING

CHAPTER TWO

content: language, a cam roman crash out disguised as humor, mention of a panic attack (not an actual one, literally a mention), implied mental health issues, HORSE as foreplay, author won't pretend to know anything about the dallas geography

wc: 7.2k

notes: not gonna lie, this was lowk a rly tough chapter to write but im happy with how it turned out 🙂‍↔️ i love paige and cam so bad and i can't wait until we get to the heart of their relationship once the season actually starts. also i honestly wasn't gonna post this tn but somehow the wings won so why not. do not expect future updates to be this fast. shout out li yueru tho thats my goat fr. if i missed anyone on the taglist pls lmk !!! anyways i really appreciate the love on chapter one and i love hearing from y'all 🫶 as always i hope y'all enjoy this one ❤️

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Before now, Cam isn’t so sure that she’s ever thought much about retirement.

She’s 26. She easily has another ten years left in her, but she’s always dreamed of having a long career that could rival Taurasi’s. She knows for sure that she’s not turning in her resignation papers without a league MVP, a championship ring, and an Olympic medal. Whether she retired as a Dallas Wing or whether she signed elsewhere was another story entirely. Maybe she’d spend her final season in the league as a Golden State Valkyrie, giving her last year to the city that had raised her.

Either way, the end wasn’t ever something that was a topic of thought for her. Cam liked to stay focused on the present – on her workouts, her training. The seasons always passed by so quickly that dedicating your energy to anywhere but the present was wasting the already limited time you had.

But now, as Cam stares at a very naked Paige Bueckers, whose face is wrought with a sudden shock and a damning realization, whose hair is mussed and whose neck is littered with enough marks that Cam has half a mind to call the cops and report herself for assault and battery, she sees her entire career flash by her eyes.

She recalls her draft night vividly. She still has the white, floral dress she wore to it hung up in her closet. She remembers her first rookie press conference and the reporter who backhandedly called her a “decent player, given the options the Wings had in the draft.” She remembers her debut, her lackluster thirteen points and five rebounds, how the media considered her a bust only five games into the season. Cam remembers how she fought to show up every day despite the fact that all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and cease to exist.

Cam remembers how she made a name for herself in spite of it all. She remembers their winning season, and how it all came crashing down in 2024 when they only won nine games. She remembers the embarrassment of not being selected for the 2024 Olympics and how quiet the dinner table was after Coley only brought home a silver. Romans display their gold, her father had said, hardly sparing a glance at his youngest. Anything else is as good as a coaster.

They always say that, when you die, your fondest memories replay for you in one final surge of happiness. Cam is sure that’s what she’s feeling now because clearly her career is over.

She’ll have to request a trade. The Wings organization is already being held together by a thin piece of twine and the hope that Curt Miller, Chris Koclanes, and Paige Bueckers can be the one to pull them from the depths of hell and turn them into something that the rest of the league wouldn’t laugh at. Cam doesn’t know how anyone would be able to recover if word got out that she slept with Paige Bueckers – number one draft pick, Wings rookie (Cam’s rookie), future of the franchise, in case you’d forgotten – on the very same night that she lifted her jersey.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t the same night, considering they didn’t make it back to the hotel room until well after midnight, and Cam was sure that the clock on the wall read something like 2:49 by the time the last of their energy was depleted and Paige spooned her from behind like they’d been in a position a time or two.

Obviously, that’s not the point – not if Camille’s ensuing panic attack has anything to say about it.

The point is this entire situation is a major conflict of interest. Morally, technically, probably legally. Cam was supposed to be the responsible one, the veteran. Granted, she and Paige aren’t so far apart in age, but she’s going on her fifth year in the league. She knows better. And everything is so fragile right now. She might have just risked the health of the locker room in exchange for one night that, admittedly, was nice.

The most terrifying part of this entire situation was that Cam was supposed to take care of Paige. Not in a coddling manner – Paige could handle herself. She was grown. But adjusting to the league, to the pace, to the expectations…that wasn’t something you should do alone. She was supposed to help Paige find her footing, support her, advocate for her. She was supposed to do what any good veteran would do for their rook, but somewhere in between all of that anxiety bubbling in her gut, she feels that ever present feeling of failure creeping in.

She hadn’t even made it back to Dallas before she fucked it all up. And this feeling – this fear, the dread, the overwhelming sense that she just did something she can’t take back, it feels worse than anything she’s ever felt before. It’s worse than getting blown out in front of a home crowd that gets quieter and quieter with every turnover, every missed shot, every collapse on defense that leads to an uncontested three.

Welcome to the league, Paige Bueckers. Bet you wished it really was an Alyssa Thomas screen, huh?

“Okay,” Paige says after a while, her voice surprisingly calm given the gravity of the moment. “It’s not that bad.”

Cam throws her hands into the air, overwhelmed and exasperated. “Not that bad?” she exclaims, her heart hammering against her chest. “Paige, we just slept together.”

The blonde swallows, her eyes flickering down, and it seems like it takes a genuine effort to lift them back to Cam’s face. “Trust me,” she says, her voice cracking a little. “I ain’t forget.”

Cam glances down, taking in just how fucking naked she is, too, and with a growl that borders on equal parts panic and humiliation, she rips the comforter off the second bed in the room and wraps it around her body. It keeps Paige’s gaze off of her chest, but Cam isn’t sure what’s worse – having Paige see all of her or the fact that, despite the early morning, Paige’s eyes are impossibly blue, alert, and trained on her face. Somehow, it makes her feel more vulnerable than having stood in front of her naked.

“Are you…okay?” Paige asks tentatively.

That makes Cam’s shoulders sag, a huff of air escaping her lips. It’s hard to tell if it’s a scoff or something more like amusement, and she takes a seat at the foot of the bed as she digs through the pile of clothes on the floor for her underwear. “Yes,” she says, the word sounding stale. Paige makes a soft noise behind her that sounds like disbelief. Cam sighs. “No. I don’t know, Paige.”

“Are you hurt?”

That makes Cam pause, drawing her lip between her teeth in contemplation as she slides her bottoms over her legs. “Sore,” she admits after a while.

“Yeah?” Paige goads, and it fills Cam with the urge to turn around and smack her head. She rolls her lips so as to not smile and doesn’t give Paige the satisfaction of getting a reaction. “I’d apologize, but…you seemed pretty okay with it.”

“Paige,” Cam stresses. The reminder of last night makes her walls raise again. “Be serious.”

“Sorry,” she says for real, and it sounds genuinely apologetic. “Do you, uh, regret it? I didn’t like – force you, or anything?”

Cam sighs again, reaching for her bra, dropping the comforter to slide it over her torso. She feels Paige’s gaze leave her. The respect is touching. “I was drunk,” she admits, listening for the hitch in Paige’s breath. “We were drunk. Not helpless. Or out of control. You didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t…want. Or consent to.”

Paige exhales a relieved breath. She’s silent for a few moments, her eyes tracing Cam’s figure as she slides into her baggy cargos, then her crop top. “Then why are you freaking out? You’re okay. Mostly.” She adds the last part as an afterthought, and it makes the ghost of a smile spread across Cam’s lips. “You’re not hurt. You don’t regret it. Please tell me what’s wrong, Cam. I’ll fix it.”

Cam takes a deep breath, twisting around in bed and leaning against the headboard. Paige adjusts too, keeping the comforter pressed close to her chest, the chain around her neck glimmering. “We’re teammates,” Cam states. “Like, you know that was the whole point of the draft last night?”

Paige nods seriously, trying not to smirk at Cam’s sarcasm. “Trust me. I ain’t forget that either.” Cam rolls her eyes, the humor helping to make her relax. “Plus, we’re not technically anything until I sign that contract. And, you know…teammates sleeping together isn’t a new thing. Look at Dee and Penny. DB and AT.”

“Are you also aware that those individuals are married?” Cam emphasizes, exasperated again.

“You don’t have to be married to sleep with someone,” Paige retorts, and it makes Cam bury her head in her hands. Paige sighs. “Hey – I’m sorry, okay? I’m tryna be reassuring. Emotions were all over the place last night. You found out you really liked Shirley Temples. And…I guess we have really good chemistry.”

Cam can’t hide her smirk this time. “Hopefully that chemistry translates to the court, or we’re screwed for this season.”

“Cam,” Paige whines, pressing her face into the pillow. That draws a real laugh out of Cam now. Their eyes meet again, both gazes softening. “Look, I’m just saying that it’s okay. It happened. Can’t change it. I don’t regret it, you don’t regret it, and we can be mature adults about it. Yeah, we’re gonna be teammates. This won’t affect the locker room, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Cam exhales sharply, trying to find the right words. It’s not just the locker room. It’s everything. Cam has no idea who was at that afterparty, if anyone has any clips of her and Paige dancing on each other or leaving the party together. It’s the fact that she feels like she has so many eyes on her, even though there’s nobody but her and Paige in this room right now. Between the realization that this entire situation is a moral landmine and how guilty she feels because she let herself be free and indulge in one night, all Cam feels is overwhelmed. That emotion doesn’t mix well with the residual exhaustion. “It’s just–”

Her alarm rings again, causing both her and Paige to flinch, and she silences it quickly with a ragged sigh. She closes her eyes tightly in an attempt to regulate her breathing and her emotions.

“Hey,” Paige says softly, her hand extending to brush across Cam’s back. “You’re good. We’re good. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

Cam nods, not quite trusting herself to speak, and she sucks in a breath. She doesn’t meet Paige’s gaze when she says, “I have to catch a flight back to Dallas. When are you flying in for the rookie press conference?”

Paige sighs. “Fuck. I’on know.” She swallows thickly, nodding to the ground. “Can you…uh, grab my phone for me?”

“Yeah,” Cam says quickly, if not a little awkward, and she leans over to fumble with Paige’s clothes on the floor until she finds the blonde’s phone tucked into the pocket of her pants. She hands it over wordlessly and Paige breathes a sigh of relief when she finds that it still has some charge.

Paige scrolls through her phone for a few seconds before she clears her throat. “I’ll fly in on the morning of the 23rd.”

“That’s fine,” Cam agrees quietly. “We’ll talk after.”

Paige lifts her head ever so slightly as she watches Cam shuffle around the room, searching for wherever her shoes had ended up. She’s unlacing one just as Paige says, “What hotel are you staying at?”

“Hilton,” Cam answers. “Why?”

Paige hums, her attention back on her phone. “Getting you an Uber back.”

“Paige,” Cam sighs, standing up straight. When Paige glances back up, an amused smile is on her face – probably because Cam has only one shoe on, her clothes are rumpled, and her once neatly styled hair is out of place. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Least I could do,” she says, her tone a little softer. “I got you stressin’ for no reason on a Tuesday morning. What kind of rookie does that?”

Cam huffs out a laugh at that – a real one. She finds her other shoe and starts working on getting it on her foot. “A really annoying, yet really thoughtful one.” Paige pats her chest proudly as if to say that’s me. When Cam is finally dressed, she palms her pockets for her phone, keys, and wallet, exhaling in relief when she has them. “Hey.” Paige looks up, and Cam bounces on her heels, a sheepish expression on her face. “Sorry for freaking out on you. I just–”

“I know,” Paige interrupts gently. Cam’s shoulders sag, appreciating Paige’s understanding more than she probably knows. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you know that? It takes two to tango. It’s not like I was an unwilling partner.” Her cheeks are flushed when she admits, “Maybe a little too eager, though. That’s the last time I chase a shot with a Shirley.” Cam can’t help her laughter, shaking her head in amusement. “If there’s a blame, then we’ll share it. Or I’ll take it for you. Rookie duties or whatever. Just don’t freak out, okay? We’re good. We will be. I swear.”

“...Thanks, Paige,” Cam whispers, and Paige’s reassuring smile makes everything feel like it’ll be okay again. “See you next week?”

The reassurance falls victim to mischief, because something sparkles in Paige’s eyes when she says, “Don’t miss me too much, Cam.”

Cam rolls her eyes, pursing her lips to stifle a smile, and she and Paige exchange one last goodbye before Cam steps out. The door clicks shut behind her with a resounding noise and it takes everything in Cam to not pause and press her forehead to it dramatically. Instead, she sighs, and reminds herself of the Uber waiting for her, the flight she has to catch, and makes her way out of Paige’s hotel.

Maybe she overreacted a little. Truth be told, she still feels a little unmoored, like she’s not quite sure of her role anymore. She, the veteran, was the one freaking out in Paige’s, a rookie’s, hotel room as she reassured her and told her they didn’t fuck anything up. Cam can’t help but feel like that should have been her job.

It’s hard to understand why she’s fumbling so badly now. She didn’t have this issue last year with Jacy Sheldon – granted, Cam didn’t sleep with her, but Cam was confidently the veteran to Sheldon’s rookie. There wasn’t a single misstep. She coached the young guard, helped develop her, and did everything a veteran was supposed to do.

But Paige is something else entirely. An enigma. A challenge. Something Cam was prepared to be unprepared for because she knew that Paige was always a caliber above the rest. In her game, her mentality, her ambition. 

As Cam slides into the backseat of her Uber, smiling politely at the driver, she realizes that she has to run a tighter ship. She has to be poised, professional, the exact things she was supposed to be anyways before she let Paige Bueckers unravel her.

She’s here to play ball, and as far as she’s concerned, making her relationship with Paige more complicated than it already is will be the reason why everything crashes and burns.

Cam lands back in Dallas around 10am. She takes an Uber to her apartment, where Bobby, her characteristic orange cat, and Gatsby, a very particular tuxedo, greet her at the door. She’d managed to squeeze a few hours of rest in on the plane but she feels ready to collapse as soon as she’s back in. Before anything else, she scoops up both Bobby and Gatsby and plants a long, dramatic kiss to their foreheads and diligently portions out some wet food for them.

She makes her way into the bathroom to get ready for her presentation at UTA, then she’s back out of the house as quickly as she’d made it there in the first place. The presentation is a breeze, holding enough of her attention that she doesn’t get lost in thought about the blonde rookie who she’d left in bed at 5am, and the subsequent workout with her trainer after lunch drains her to the point that she doesn’t think about anything that’s not how sore she is the entire way back home.

Cam doesn’t even make it to bed. She curls up on the couch, curls damp from the shower she’d taken at the facility, hoodie sticking to her skin, and promptly falls asleep with Gatsby stretched out across her stomach.

That’s how the rest of her week goes. She tries – and more often than not, fails, to keep her mind on task. She throws herself into workouts, into running mindless drills, but part of her still can’t help feeling anxious. Paige had said they were fine, but Cam wonders how much of that was true, or if it was just the easiest thing Paige could think of to stop Cam from crashing out in her hotel room completely.

Or – and this is the million dollar answer right here – maybe Paige was genuine, and meant it, and Cam had no reason to be freaking out like she was childish and ten years younger.

The return to routine had helped a little. She had no reason to catastrophize, anyhow. Paige was right. They weren’t really teammates – yet – and the whole teammates having sex thing was pretty accurate, too. As long as they were able to keep it professional, cordial, and responsible on the court, Cam didn’t think the front office would particularly care, unless they were at risk of being a PR nightmare. Although…considering Paige’s celebrity, they probably are bordering on PR nightmare territory.

Either way, both of them were adults. It was consensual, Paige was incredibly chill about it, which meant Cam could probably be chill about it, which meant she didn’t ruin the locker room chemistry before it had the chance to grow.

At risk of fucking up their own chemistry, Cam knew that night wasn’t something they were going to repeat. Like, ever. If anyone asks, Cam has developed a sudden allergy for alcohol and is getting too old to be up past 9pm. If locking herself in her room like a tower-trapped damsel is what it takes to keep her relationships clean, orderly, and distraction free, then she’d gladly do it. She was committed to being responsible. She and Paige would just have to be friends. Very platonic friends who, sure, slept together one time when they were celebrating the biggest night of Paige’s life and they were both drunk on Dirty Shirleys, but that doesn’t have to define the course of their friendship.

Cam’s fine. Everything is fine. She got scared, overreacted, and maybe took it out on a poor rookie who’d only had two hours of sleep and a hangover. They could move past this and work together on the court without blurring the lines. Just friends. Just a rookie and a vet. Nothing more.

When the day of the rookie press conference arrives, Cam feels as though she has a better grasp on reality. She’s up early, goes on a morning run, showers, and is out of the door by 9am, only stopping for a chai latte before she makes her way to the facility. The first part of the morning was set aside to introduce the rookies and Cam was planning on taking advantage of the empty courts to run some drills and clear her mind.

The court smells like wood and fresh wax, a scent that makes Cam relax immediately. She’s probably spent more time between the hoops than she has anywhere else. She can see the three point line when she closes her eyes, imagine the height of the basket in her sleep. If the world had no room for her, then the one place she can confidently say she belongs is on the court.

She started playing basketball at a young age. Story of any player’s life, she’s sure, but it’s been one of the constants in her life for as long as she could remember. Despite that, it took her a long time to find genuine love in it. Basketball was an expectation. Greatness was, too. Lacing up her sneakers and working with private trainers had become routine, a way to earn pride and affection. Her mother always told her – and Coley, too – that she and her father were proud of them regardless of whatever sport they played or what they didn’t play.

People have different aspirations, Valerie told her when she was seven, in the throes of a tantrum because she’d been invited to a weekend sleepover that she would have to miss because her father had signed her up for a basketball clinic in Brooklyn. Different dreams. But you’re allowed to make space for what you love to do and what you live to do. You’re allowed to be a kid.

But Cam was sure that her father only smiled when she had a ball in her hand. She just wanted to make him proud – she looked up to him in so many different ways and wanted to boast gold medals just like he did. She wanted a career and a life to be proud of. So she’d sucked it up and went to the clinic, even if she spent every water break thinking about what her friends were up to.

It took a few years. She struggled to differentiate whether or not she played for the love of the game or for the need for approval. If she played because she saw the court not as polished wood and painted lines, but as the X’s and the O’s and as rotations and cuts, or if she played because she just wanted to be seen by the one person she always looked for.

On her own terms, she found herself falling in love with basketball in a way that was hers completely. She lived for teamwork, for the fact that playing good basketball meant knowing your teammates completely. The box score shows an assist, but doesn’t reflect how years of practice, study, and playing together prepares you to anticipate how your teammates move. She lived for the sisterhood of it all, the trust built between people who had the same goal and the same dedication to achieving it. She lived for the stillness on the court when she was at the line and the only thing between her and the hoop was fifteen feet of surety.

But Cam blinks back the memory, exhaling calmly as she laces up her sneakers on the bench. She ties them the same way every time – tight, double knotted, the ends tucked into the mouth. She doesn’t like practicing with music because it throws off her focus. There’s a rhythm to basketball that you only become privy to after years of breathing the game. The rubber echo of the ball against the court, the squeak of her sneakers, her own heartbeat – it grounds her, keeps her locked in.

When she’s satisfied with her shoes, she stretches out her legs, not doing anything too insane since she stretched before her morning run and was still feeling loose from it. It’s more to settle the residual noise in her brain.

After she picks up the ball, palming it between her hands, everything fades to a distant hum. It’s just Cam, the ball, the swish of the net. She runs a few drills just to get reacclimated with the feel of the ball in her hands, the way it bounces between her legs as she dribbles.

She moves onto shooting drills about ten minutes later, starting with a classic five spot drill. She doesn’t move on to the next spot until she makes ten in a row, but when she finds herself at the top of the key, three makes into her routine, the sound of the door pushing open causes her shot to clang off the rim.

She sighs, having found a rhythm, but steps off to pick up the rebound. Cam is only partially surprised to find Paige standing at half-court with a sheepish expression on her face and a pair of basketball shoes clutched between her fingers. The blonde has her hair up in a sleek ponytail, donning a black and white striped Nike sweatshirt (looking something like the Hamburglar, if Cam has to be honest), and a pair of matching black pants.

“Already trying to escape from the media?” Cam asks teasingly, holding the ball to her hip.

Paige shrugs, a little smile on her face. “I was tryna be good and mind my business, but I heard you dribbling. It was calling to me.”

Cam laughs. “Oh, I’m sure,” she says. “You sure you didn’t peek in, see it was me, and decide that annoying me was more worthwhile than getting to the press conference on time?”

“I still got thirty minutes,” Paige argues smugly. “I’m punctual and shit. Plenty of time to make you reconsider which rookie you actually wanted first dibs on.”

Cam hums, noting how comfortable she truly feels with Paige. She was expecting their first time seeing each other again to be a little more awkward considering how they left things, but their casual banter and teasing makes Cam feel like nothing had truly happened at all. Maybe she didn’t actually have too much to worry about. They would be fine, and she’s sure that the conversation they’ll have later would truly round it all out.

Then, she smiles, the curve of her lip indicating a challenge. She checks the ball over to Paige, who grabs it reflexively, her eyes wide in question. “How about some HORSE, then? Prove to me that you’re worthy of being the Camille Roman’s rookie.”

Paige scoffs, but she grins, setting her shoes down on the polished wood as she dribbles the ball. “What, was the natty not enough for you?” she teases. “Or going number one? Or buyin’ all your drinks?”

“I seem to remember those drinks of yours getting us into a lot of trouble,” Cam retorts, but the reminder doesn’t fill her with as much anxiety as it used to.

“You call it trouble. I call it vet and rookie bonding.”

Cam raises a brow. “Yeah? You gonna bond with Arike, too?”

Paige flushes, losing the handle on the ball as it bounces off her shoe, and Cam grabs it instinctively as she laughs. Paige, to her credit, recovers quickly, and she’s smirking when she says, “Nah. My vet says I’m off limits. I’m a one woman kind of girl.”

“Good answer,” Cam says. She checks the ball back with a loose, carefree smile. “First shot’s yours, rook. Make it count.”

Paige dribbles it once, twice, the smile never leaving her face as she inches closer to the three point line. She sets her feet shoulder width apart, crouching slightly, and she throws the ball underhanded towards the net. It sinks in gracefully, and Cam shakes her head in amusement at her over the top celebration as she tracks down the rebound.

“Don’t miss,” Paige says unhelpfully as she and Cam swap places. Cam rolls her eyes, not bothering with a response, and she steadies herself for her shot. Just before she gets it off, Paige adds, “You gonna repay me for all the concealer I had to buy last week?”

Her words startle Cam, but the shot is still money – it bounces off of the rim into the net, and the blonde sighs when her distraction effort fails. “You are such a cheater,” Cam gripes.

“What?” Paige cries, feigning innocence. “It was just a question.”

“Yeah, right,” she mutters under her breath, but her cheeks hurt from grinning. She scoops up the ball and shoves Paige out of the way with her hip. Paige huffs, moving, and Cam sits flat on the ground. Cam can feel Paige’s gaze on her as she lines up her shot and sinks the ball in with ease. “Two for two.”

Paige extends a hand to help Cam up, shaking her hand, and Paige grabs the loose ball and takes her spot on the court. The blonde readies herself to shoot, but just before she flicks her wrist, Cam steps up next to her, her calf barely brushing Paige’s shoulder.

The ball sails off course, clanging harmlessly off the rim, and Paige looks at her with a betrayed expression. “You’re cheating for real!” she declares, gazing forlornly at the hoop, and Cam laughs as she helps her up.

“That’s H,” Cam states simply, a mischievous smile on her face. Paige doesn’t respond as she tracks down the basketball and studies the court to look for her next shot. “I don’t know, P. I think Aziaha would have made that one for sure.”

“Nah, don’t piss me off,” Paige grumbles, which makes Cam giggle. She steps up behind the hoop, squares her shoulders, and Cam is peacefully silent as Paige shoots the ball over the backboard. It circles around the rim once before falling in and she exhales a breath of relief.

Cam raises an impressed brow despite herself, grabbing the ball as it bounces back towards her, and Paige pats her on the hip with a smug look when she passes. “Make this next shot if I’m your favorite rookie,” she declares.

“How old are you?” Cam asks as she lines up her shot. “Twelve?” Paige grins in a way that makes Cam regret asking, having spent enough time at youth camps to know that Paige’s retort would sound a whole lot like twelve inches deep in your mom. “Don’t answer that.” She exhales to calm her mind. Paige, thankfully, watches in silence, but it’s for naught as the ball bounces off the rim, anyways.

“How’s that H taste?” Paige is beaming as she checks the ball back to Cam, who rolls her eyes in amusement.

“Like you’re not my favorite rookie,” Cam chirps sweetly.

Paige squawks in indignation, which elicits a round of laughter from Cam. They go back and forth like that for a few more rounds, trading buckets, misses, and banter that gradually decreases the distance between them. Before a shot, Paige would pretend to massage Cam’s shoulders like she’s a fighter in a boxing ring. Cam would nudge her elbow before she shoots, attempting to throw her off her game, but she pats her hip when she makes it regardless.

Cam didn’t think it could be this nice. She thought that night at the hotel would have ruined her and Paige’s friendship and chemistry – both on and off the court – but she’s finding that, in a way, it’s brought them closer. She would never call it a mistake. She would be the first to admit that she wanted it – in the moment. Paige is good company, keeps her on her toes, and is obviously attractive, although there are some things you can’t have twice.

She’s closer to making her peace with that night. The conversation that she and Paige plan to have later would hopefully give her some more clarity and comfort in it, but she knows without a doubt that they can’t have a repeat of it. They can’t let the lines blur or push the boundaries more than they already have. That’s enough for her.

Both her and Paige have accumulated HORS twenty minutes later, and the both of them know they have to wrap it up soon so Paige can freshen up before she actually has to head out for media. The thing about Cam is that she’s not going to bend over and let Paige win just because she won’t concede the game. She and Paige both nailed the half court shot, which meant that game point relied on whether or not they could make it from full court.

“I don’t even think I have the arm strength for this,” Cam admits, standing as close as she can to the back wall so she has plenty of room to run forward. “The fact that you’re a point guard gives you an unfair advantage.”

“You tappin’ out?” Paige goads, grinning, and Cam has to bite her tongue. If there was anything Paige was good at besides basketball, it was baiting Cam.

“Rookies first,” Cam states.

“You don’t want the smoke,” Paige responds. Cam has to fight the urge to shove her, but she’s sure that would only motivate the blonde more.

Paige glances up at the hoop, nearly one hundred feet away, and she readies her shot. With a running start, she plants her feet at the baseline and grunts as she lobs the ball across the court. Cam’s eyes track its movement, the clean arc, and her jaw drops in complete and utter disbelief when it hits the backboard and swishes in without further fanfare.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” she groans, not really enjoying the taste of defeat on her tongue, but she can’t really be mad for long as Paige grabs her by the shoulders and shakes in excitement. She rolls her lips to stifle her smile.

“Just go ahead and take that E,” Paige says, passing over the second ball they brought to the baseline. Cam takes it with an eyeroll. “You don’t gotta embarrass yourself in front of me.”

Cam doesn’t dignify that with a response. She palms the ball in her hands, pushing herself closer to the wall, and takes a deep breath like she’s about to sink a free throw instead of launching a ball almost one hundred feet across the court. With a running start, she plants at the baseline and lets her right hand do most of the heavy lifting, and the ball sails out of her grip.

Both her and Paige watch with a bated breath as it arcs in the air. It flies closer, and closer, and closer, until it circles around the rim once, then twice, and falls out unceremoniously.

As Paige celebrates for the second time that afternoon, all Cam can really think about is how badly she wants to fucking retire. Paige jostles her as Cam stares at the hoop, deadpan and unblinking.

Premonition might be a curse. She just had to tell Rickea that the 2025 class was all about energy and how they’d be welcoming vets to the league. Cam just can’t believe she got welcomed by Paige during a game of HORSE that started as a joke more than anything else.

Cam just sighs, extending her hand, and Paige daps her up with unadulterated glee on her face. “Say the thing,” she requests sweetly.

Cam’s tone is flat as she states begrudgingly, “You’re my rookie.”

Paige pumps her fist in the air, looking nothing like the nonchalant final boss she claimed she was. Then, if only to add salt to the wound, Paige nudges her with her elbow and says, “Welcome to the league, Cam Roman.”

Cam can’t find it in herself to be upset. She supposes Paige did earn it, and hypothetically if she does get tagged in a few press conference clips later about Paige claiming she welcomed Cam to the league, she only reposts the clip out of integrity on her Instagram story.

When Cam told Paige that they’d talk after the press conference, she wasn’t really expecting it to be over takeout at Paige’s barren apartment, but she figures it’s a good venue as any. 

Paige welcomes her in with a sheepish expression and the smell of Chinese in the air. “I’m embracing the minimalist lifestyle,” she declares, gesturing minutely to the cardboard boxes sprawled around the room. There’s one in front of her couch, overflowing with a few trinkets like lego sets and framed photographs of Paige and her family and friends. Cam winces a little, briefly wondering who supervised Paige and her diabolical packing, but Paige’s apartment door clicks shut behind her and draws her attention back to the present.

Despite being lived in for only a few hours at most, Paige’s apartment is cozy and open. She has floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen overlooking the skyline, a cornucopia of takeout boxes littering the counter, and a few candles burning in the living room. They’re both dressed in casual clothes – Cam’s opted for a pair of comfortable, white gym shorts and a Wings t-shirt, while Paige has a loose pair of grey sweatpants hung low enough to reveal the band of her boxers and an old UConn tee.

“You’re doing better than I did when I first moved out here,” Cam admits, toeing off her slides and following Paige towards the kitchen. Paige throws a smile over her shoulder to let Cam know she’s listening as she sorts through the boxes. “I think I had takeout for a week straight because I didn’t have time to go buy pots and pans.”

“Shit,” Paige says instantly. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

Cam snorts. Paige passes a container to Cam, a simple order of lo mein and orange chicken, while she keeps the white rice and sweet and sour chicken for herself. There’s a bag of crab rangoons and eggrolls to share.

Almost absentmindedly, Paige pulls out the barstool at the counter for Cam before settling into the one next to it. Cam raises her brow but doesn’t say anything, taking a seat in the chair next to Paige, who passes a packet of plastic silverware and chopsticks like they’ve been in this position a hundred times before.

“You settling in okay?”

Paige shrugs a tired shoulder, shoveling a forkful of rice into her mouth. “Getting there,” she confesses. “Got a lot of shit to unpack, but…didn’t want it easy, right?”

Cam smiles knowingly at her. “I meant challenging as in getting your shot blocked by BG a couple of times. Not getting your ass kicked by cardboard boxes and IKEA instruction manuals.”

“I happen to be very handy,” Paige sniffs. “Don’t need no instruction manual. Or all those extra screws they pack in there.”

Cam stares at her unblinkingly. Paige stares back, something like mischief in her eyes as she spears a piece of chicken with her fork. The corner of her lips twitch ever so slightly. “Please tell me I’m not sitting on a chair that’s gonna collapse.”

“If you fell, I’d make sure you were okay before I laughed at you,” Paige offers unhelpfully.

Cam huffs. “Thanks. Just what any girl wants to hear.”

Paige smiles, and the two of them settle into a comfortable rhythm as they eat their dinner. Paige shares a couple of stories from media, telling Cam all about the embroidered cowboy hat she got and how done she is with random reporter questions about the Dallas heat and TexMex. That makes Cam laugh – it’s fitting to see that the reporters hadn’t gotten any better questions to ask besides food and the weather.

The peace lasts for a few moments until Paige’s fork hits the bottom of her takeout container and the last of her chicken is done. She clears her throat, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Elephant in the room?” she asks hesitantly.

Cam nods, pushing her leftovers away, and pauses for a moment. Finally, she settles on her words. “I think I might have overreacted a little,” she admits.

Paige offers a gentle smile. “I think it was a pretty valid crash out,” she states. “You were concerned about the locker room and making things awkward. I also get that the entire world would probably explode if word got out.”

“Yeah,” Cam agrees. She rests her chin in her palm. “I mean, I’m also…your vet,” she says carefully. The blue of Paige’s gaze is intense, but Cam forces herself to meet her eyes. “That night was out of character for me. I’m not usually so…”

“Carefree?”

“Reckless,” Cam supplies, and Paige nods, understanding. “I don’t regret it. You don’t either. That’s something we’ve got to stand on. I just wasn’t really thinking about…you know, the consequences of sleeping with my rookie.” Her words are dry, which makes Paige chuckle. “I don’t wanna deal with red tape from the front office. Definitely not the media. And I definitely didn’t want to make things weird with us.”

Paige’s smile turns a little crooked. “We’re good. I told you. We’re responsible adults.”

“Friends, if you will,” Cam adds.

Paige sounds all too smug when she pipes in with, “Best friends.”

Cam scoffs, rolling her eyes in amusement, feeling the final bits of tension leave her shoulders completely. They were good. No more issues. “Don’t push it, rook.” Paige raises her hands in surrender, a coy smile on her face as she slides out of the bar stool to start grabbing their trash. She waves off Cam when she tries to help, her expression far too adamant, so she bites her tongue and stays seated while Paige cleans up. “Paige?” she asks hesitantly.

“What’s up?” She glances at Cam briefly over her shoulder, the diamond studs in her ears glinting in the light as she turns, and Cam’s fingers drum lightly over the granite of Paige’s countertops.

Her voice is small when she says, “We can’t let it happen again.” It gives Paige pause, and she turns fully, leaning against the countertop. Her gaze is imploring – not offensive, just as though she’s trying to understand. “We’re friends. I’m your vet, you’re my rook. Nothing more. No need to make a good thing complicated, yeah?”

Paige raises a teasing brow. “You sure you can handle that, Cam?”

She narrows her eyes, which draws a laugh from Paige. “Can you?” she retorts. “You’re obsessed with me. It’s sickening.”

“I’m keeping you young,” she emphasizes. “Big difference.” Cam exhales, the noise sounding more like a breathless laugh. Paige clears her throat, fiddling with the towel in her hands. “I hear you,” she says, just so it’s absolutely clear, and the expression on her face eases when Cam meets her eyes. “I care about you and the team. We’ll keep it clean. But don’t think for one moment I’m gonna make your job any easier. You chose me on draft night – you’re stuck with me.”

Clean. Cam could work with that. There wasn’t any reason to change who they were or how they bantered, and if Cam was being honest, she didn’t want to. She liked this relationship she had with Paige, the slight push and pull and how they challenge each other. The mutualistic getting on each other’s nerves.

“Easy’s boring, right?” Cam reminds her, and a grin grows on Paige’s face, matching the sly one on Cam’s. Paige returns to the dishes, throwing jokes over her shoulder that Cam can’t help but laugh at. They’d keep it clean. Orderly. No chaos.

But entropy has to increase or remain constant. There was no circumventing that – it was a law of the universe. Ease wasn’t, though. Ease wasn’t just boring, and for Paige and Cam, they’d realize that it would be downright impossible.

[davidzochi]

im not immune to tenna propaganda

[applepiiex]

your fics are amazing, I’m happy to have found a fluffy m!reader writer.

I am requesting some sort of fluffy fic with toji fushiguro! Something with college student reader, and older bf toji and baby megumi. Like. Im js thinking of toji pulling up to reader’s campus with megumi in his arms and nobody would suspect that reader is dating the big strong dilf waiting at the front gates ><

🐯anon<3

CAMPUS CRUSH ! ! !

Toji Fushiguro x Male!Reader

College is hard enough without your terrifyingly hot secret boyfriend showing up on campus with a baby strapped to his chest like the world's scariest diaper ad. Especially when that boyfriend is Toji Fushiguro, ex-hitman vibes, muscle daddy body, and a very clear “do not approach” aura. You’re trying to stay under the radar. He’s walking around in broad daylight like a walking scandal. And now half your bio lab thinks he’s your brother. You're never going to live this down.

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You really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. But you still nearly drop your iced coffee when you spot him standing like a brick wall among the flow of students trickling through the university gates.

Toji Fushiguro is impossible to miss. He’s taller than half your professors, broader than any linebacker on the school team, and meaner-looking than the security guards who stalk the parking lots at night. There’s something about him that says don’t even try me — the scar over his lip, maybe, or the way he’s never quite relaxed unless he’s got you underneath him or Megumi snoring against his chest.

You don’t mean to stare, but how could you not? He’s a force of nature against a backdrop of backpacks and chatter. Some students glance up, startled, most keep walking, but you hear it in their whispers.

“Is he a cop?” “No way. Look at his arms. He’s gotta be like, ex-military or something.” “Wait, is that a baby?”

It’s kind of hilarious. Toji’s eyes flick around lazily, ignoring the double-takes. He looks more like a bodyguard than someone’s dad — except for the tiny boy curled against his chest, socked feet peeking out from the sling Toji grudgingly lets you use when you scold him for carrying Megumi like a grocery bag.

You spot the security guard hovering by the front desk inside the gatehouse, half-hiding behind the glass door and pretending not to stare. He must be wondering if he needs to call campus police.

You pause at the top of the steps leading down to the main quad, blinking at the sight of your big, terrifying boyfriend standing under the shade of an old oak, cradling his tiny son like the world’s softest threat. Megumi is knocked out cold, cheeks pink, a small hand bunched in the front of Toji’s black tee.

A girl next to you sighs dreamily. “Oh my god, he’s so hot. Is that his baby? That’s so cute…”

You bite back a laugh and press your straw to your lips to hide the grin creeping up your cheeks. Yeah. He is hot. And that is his baby. And, god help you, that big man is yours, too. The same one who kisses you stupid in your shoebox apartment, who sometimes stays awake just to watch you study until 2AM, who tries and fails to keep Megumi’s sticky fingers out of your notebooks.

He catches you staring before you can school your face. His eyes flick up, sharp at first, then softening so fast it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You hurry down the steps, ignoring the way a few heads turn. It’s broad daylight and you’re not supposed to do this here, but he’s here, and you haven’t seen him since you left his bed this morning, late for class.

“Toji,” you hiss, but it comes out embarrassingly happy. He raises an eyebrow, smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

When you reach him, Toji clocks your flushed cheeks immediately. “What’s with the face? You sick or somethin’?”

You jab him in the ribs carefully, so you don’t jostle Megumi. “People are staring, Toji. You couldn’t text me first?”

He tilts his head, feigning innocence. “I texted. You didn’t answer.”

“Because I was in class—!”

You cut off when a pair of girls you recognize from your bio lab walk past. They both slow down, eyes widening as they take in the entire picture: you, college boy in a hoodie with your backpack half-zipped; Toji, six foot something and built like a nightmare; and the small lump of a baby snoozing obliviously in a carrier against all that muscle.

One of the girls nudges the other. “Hey, Y/N! Who’s this?”

You clear your throat. “Uh, this is...um…”

Before you can finish, Toji’s mouth twitches into a grin that never means anything good. “Older brother,” he drawls, leaning closer to you on purpose. His breath ghosts your ear: Play along.

“Oh! Wow, I didn’t know you had family visiting!” The second girl giggles, covering her mouth. “Your nephew is so cute!” Toji’s eyes glitter with mischief. He bounces Megumi slightly, just to make him sigh in his sleep, and the girls all but melt on the spot.

“Cute, huh?” Toji murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “You think I’m cute too, sweetheart?”

Your ears burn so bad you’re certain they’re red. “Haha, okay, we’re gonna go! Bye!” you say, grabbing Toji’s arm and dragging him toward the parking lot.

The girls giggle behind you, whispering too loud for comfort, “He’s so hot, oh my god, your friend’s brother is so hot—”

When you round the corner away from sight, you shove his arm, careful not to wake Megumi. “Brother? Seriously?”

Toji’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. He dips his head so his forehead bumps yours for just a second. “Shoulda said daddy, huh?”

You slap a hand over his mouth, horrified, and hiss, “We are on campus.”

He grins behind your palm, all teeth and that same dangerous warmth you love too much. He lets you cover his mouth until your hand slides away, then catches your fingers and kisses your knuckles instead. Rough lips, gentle promise. “You gonna say hi to your favorite boy, or just stand there droolin’ over me?”

You don’t bother answering. You slip close, brushing your hand over Megumi’s soft hair first, he makes a sleepy noise but doesn’t wake, and then you let your knuckles linger on Toji’s forearm. He feels warm under your fingers, solid and real and safe in a way you wish you could wear openly.

“He wouldn’t nap at home,” Toji says, pretending he’s annoyed, but the way his arm shifts so Megumi’s head stays tucked under his chin betrays him. “Thought you’d do the trick.”

“Oh, I see how it is. I’m the emergency pacifier.” “You said it, not me.”

You flick his side lightly, but he catches your wrist before you can retreat. He holds it for a second longer than he should, just enough to feel your pulse flutter. Then he lets go with a grunt, as if you’re the one making this harder than it has to be.

You can feel eyes on you, a couple students are definitely whispering. No one here knows. You like it that way. Better for your grades, better for his peace of mind, better for Megumi’s future. But there’s a small, traitorous part of you that aches to drop your bag, press your mouth to Toji’s throat, and say yes, he’s mine. He tilts his head at the parking lot. “C’mon. He’ll wake up if you keep standin’ around lookin’ pretty and getting attention.“

Your heart does a flip at pretty especially in that rough voice, but you roll your eyes and let him steer you toward his battered old car.

In the car, Megumi stays asleep through the soft click of his car seat straps. Toji watches you adjust the buckles, pretending he doesn’t melt a little every time you brush the kid’s hair out of his eyes.

You settle into the passenger seat, backpack stuffed between your knees. The cab smells like him: faint cologne, clean sweat, the lingering scent of the gas station coffee he lives on. He leans over to tug your seatbelt across your chest, an excuse, really, to bury his nose in your neck for half a second.

“Toji—” “Shut up. Missed you.”

It’s so quiet, so casual, and yet it punches you right in the ribs. He pulls back before you can respond, palm sliding up your throat just once before he grips the wheel instead.

He drives with one hand, other arm resting out the open window. You watch him more than the passing traffic. You’re pretty sure he knows.

“You gonna tell me why you really came?” you ask when he pulls into a quieter street, lined with trees and old houses.

Toji snorts. “Kid wouldn’t sleep. And I figured you’d be hungry by now.”

You groan, you are hungry. He always knows.

“Could’ve just called.” “Yeah. But then I wouldn’t get to see that dumb look on your face when you see me, huh?”

You glare, but he’s right. He’s always right. You swallow the warmth blooming in your chest and reach over the console to squeeze his thigh in retaliation.

“Jerk,” you mumble. “Mmhm. Yours though, ain’t I?”

He parks outside your tiny apartment. You juggle your bag and Toji’s huge palm resting on the small of your back, guiding you up the stairs like he’s done a hundred times.

Inside, he kicks the door shut with his boot and sighs when you pull him down for a kiss. Megumi snuffling softly between you both, oblivious. Your textbooks are scattered across the couch, but Toji ignores them. He sinks into your cushions with Megumi nestled in his lap, eyes drifting shut the moment he feels your fingers comb through his hair.

“Nap with us,” he murmurs against your palm.

You do. Books forgotten, coffee gone watery on the table. There’s only warm skin, the soft baby breaths of Megumi curled against his father’s chest, and Toji’s big hand curved possessively around the back of your neck like he’s daring the world to take this away.

No one would ever guess. But you know. And you’re never giving it up.

By the time you reach the parking lot, you swear every student who saw is going to spend the next week trying to guess exactly who the scary hot guy with the baby is. You kinda like that no one will ever guess the truth. That later tonight, you’ll be asleep on that same big chest, baby Megumi snoring softly at your side, exactly where you belong.

[mindless-existence1]

Kpop Demon Hunters

Baby Saja x Reader

Summery: You bring in snacks for the groups (Huntrix and Saja Boys) and Baby teases you a bit (hes your boyfriend)

Authors Note: I loved this movie and I loved Baby and Jinu from Saja Boys and all the Huntrix my requests are open for this movie this is my first fic for it tho

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You had gotten to the studio about 10 minutes ago to drop off lunch for the group. It had started out as just for Baby but then the others heard you were getting him some snacks and they begged you to pick something up for them too.

You didnt mind tho you were happy too, and Baby had told you about how hard they had been working recently. Saja Boys and Huntrix were working on a new song together and that ment long hours.

You sat on the couch of the lounge area, bags of food beside you. You just mindlessly played on your phone and hummed along to the songs playing in your headphones.

Finally you heard a door open an a collection of sighs coming from the idols. "Ugghhhh im so tired" you heard from Rumi and a chanting of "Couch! Couch! Couch!" From her costars.

The guys were more quiet just groaning and whiny about being tired and hungry and ready for a break. "Y/n!" The girls yelled when they saw you, Zoey and Mira jumped onto the couch and Zoey gave you a hug before they grabbed at the snacks.

The guys fought over different snacks and the girls downed their Ramen you specifically got for them. "Thank you so much" the girls cried. "Thank you y/n" the guys said through large bites of food.

"Of course, you guys are working so hard its the least I can do." They all hummed and smiled, Baby sat next to you eating his own share. "I really appreciate thank you babe." Your boyfriend said and kissed your cheek.

You smiled at him and started eating some od the food you got for yourself. "So how's the single coming along?" You ask after everyone began to finish their food. Zoey got a happy glint in her eyes and excited started telling about how she came up with the lyrics and what they all mean.

You happily listened leaning back into the couch, Baby's arm around you. You continued to talk and listen to the idols talk about their new single, half way through their break though you had put on some flavored chapstick not thinking anything of it.

But Baby noticed and if you guys weren't infront of your friends he would've started making out right then and there. But he was proud of himself for showing restraint.

Bobby walked through the door connected to the studio and called out. "Girls, Guys, im so sorry but break times over we need you back out in the studio!" The group collectively groaned but Rumi said "For the fans!" In mock enthusiasm.

"For the fans" the other idols repeated. One by one they got up with a sigh and walked towards the studio befor it was just you and Baby, "Ill be out in a sec!" He called to Jinu who was the last one to walk through the door, he nodded with a knowing smirk on his face.

When the door shut Baby immediately grabbed your chin and kissed you, you stayed like that for a moment just kissing untill he pulled away looking into your eyes. "Hmm, Strawberry. I like it." He said quietly while glancing down towards your lips.

You blushed and turned your head away slightly, "Baby!" You reprimanded. "Yes?" He put an innocent smile on his face and tilted his head to better see your face. "Go do your idol job you freak." He laughed but started getting up.

He kissed your forehead and started walking towards the studio, "Good bye my love, thank you for the food." You wave, grabbing your own things so you can get back to whatever you were doing before lunch. He blew you a kiss and gave you a wink, licking his lips as he closed the door to the studio

[eegnm]

Lezstappen Yuri inspired by @antspaul characterization of drunk charles in the 1st chapter of another hunger <3

Taglist for f1/f1 academy art: @putitintospeeddrive, @hungriestheidi

If you dont want to be tagged anymore lmk!

[beabatoru]

10 things I hate about you 𝜗ৎ hockey player! gojo x reader

pt. 1/2

pairing ⊹ ࣪ ˖ college au - hockey player! gojo x reader

summary : getting accepted into one of the ivy league universities was supposed to be you getting the best education you could get, not the centerpiece of a bet created by none other than the hockey team, the players challenge satoru that he can't make you fall for him in 10 days in which he allows his pride take over to go out of his way to take on the bet thinking it would be easy. what he didn't expect was to fall for you instead, but after you find out his ulterior motives, your trust in him shatters and so does his heart. now with the truth out, he is now more determined than ever to get you back, but this time, he isn't playing games.

warning / tags ⟢ fluff, angst, brief smut, college au, this fic is based on the film '10 things I hate about you', partial angst with readers father regarding sickness, reader is low income.

w.c : 10k

a / n . this is a reupload from my old blog ! and yes this fic was inspired by '10 things I hate about you'

transferring from a community college to one of the top 10 universities was a huge step for you. you weren't even sure how you did it. but those two years of attending your local community college that wasn't even ten minutes away from your house paid off. one that made you feel ashamed in going since it felt like a detour from your actual goals.

growing up, you promised your family members that they'd see you majoring in the best schools and in becoming something they would be proud of to call a daughter. thats why you studied so hard in grade school, getting the best grades not allowing them to go below an 85%. but after your mother left shortly after your father got diagnosed with cancer. your dreams had to take a backseat to allow you to become the backbone of your family that consisted of you, your father, and your two younger brothers.

money came in short with your minimum paying job and it just wasn't enough to pay off any college funds. your brother who just turned sixteen always helped you out with groceries and bills now that your father retired from his job, after you forced him to, making sure he was taken care of at all times. hospital bills were also pricey, sometimes your insurance wouldn't cover all the costs and they had to be paid directly from your personal money.

so after applying to yale and actually receiving an acceptance letter in the mail a week after had you trembling in both excitement and fear. you were happy you could finally get the education you've been longing for, but on the other hand you wouldn't want to leave all the responsibility to your brother. he disagreed and encouraged your dreams instead when you sat him down to talk.

"y/n you've always been wanting to go to university. im sixteen now, im not the ten year old you know anymore, I am more than willing to take care after dad and matt."

you let out a sigh as you averted your gaze back down to the letter in your hands. the bold lettering called out your name and you tried to resist. but you couldn't.

"anything happens, you call me immediately." you firmly ordered. the pink haired boy chuckled, the corner of his lips lifted up as well as the corners of his eyes wrinkled before nodding. "got it."

thats how you found yourself packing the last bit of your shirts. no matter how hard you tried to, you just couldn't help the bit of tears that spilled from your eyes. you paused, letting out a shaky breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you looked down to see the soft face of your brother, Matt.

"sissy dont cry. me papa and yuji will be okay!" he promised.

you knelt down to wrap your arms around him as well, holding onto the warmth you were going to leave behind in a few hours. then, another pair wrapped around you both, a much stronger set of arms, then another, your fathers, who was weaker than before but still full of love. before you knew it, your whole family was cuddling together in the comfort of your own room.

no words were exchanged for a few minutes.

"ill miss those blueberry pancakes you make" your father whispered, making everyone giggle. you raised your head up, propping it on top of matt.

"ill leave the recipe for you guys."

your father placed a small delicate peck on your forehead.

airports were your least favorite method of transportation. you couldn't handle hearing the incoherent voice in the speakers call out the plane that was about to board in twenty minutes, or the panicked looks on peoples faces when they realize they booked the wrong flight, or the people just in general, so many people. the whole process was messy and annoying.

your family walked you to where the escalators headed up to your gate. with a sigh, you turned to face them watching as they held back tears. "ill miss you guys." a beat passed. then another. and you found yourself in another family hug.

it was still weird with the missing pair of warm arms that belonged to your mother. but looking back, maybe they weren't warm at all. they were always cold and empty whenever you hugged her. you reminded yourself that she left willingly. you quickly pushed those negative thoughts behind, not wanting to think about her when you had the next best four years of your life right ahead of you.

"call me if you need anything." you said with your voice more steady.

your father nodded before everyone let go at the sound of the speakers calling out your gate number. with one final look and a last goodbye, you stood on the escalators holding back tears of your own.

if the process of checking into the airport wasn't annoying enough, the next five hours boarding the plane itself would be. the man snoring next to you couldn't be any louder, the baby crying behind you wouldn't shut up, and the women gossiping in front of you was the only source of entertainment you could get.

but it all came to this. yale. the beautiful sight of the university's campus. you took it all in, seeing how students walked in with luggages or boxes of their own with the assistance of their parents or friends.

the sun casted a glow on the building itself making it appear straight out of a movie. you stood there for a moment, continuing to take it all in before your main character moment was interrupted by someone bumping into you.

he had white hair that resembled snow itself. he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance. the boys behind him that you figured were his friends laughed at the sight.

"oh uh sorry." he quickly apologized, glancing your way smiling like he meant the entire opposite of his apology before playfully nudging his friend as they continued making their way into the building. you blinked, continuing to watch as he disappeared. he was oddly.. beautiful.

after picking up a few papers form the directory, you followed the directions on the map to where the dormitories were located. you found out that you would be sharing your dorm with a roommate, you didn't mind as you saw this as an opportunity to make your very first friend.

and you were right because the second you twisted the door knob, not fully getting to turn it around before it swung open on its own, introducing a rather tall girl with the prettiest aesthetic and the sweetest smile plastered on her face that comforted you in ways you didn't know you needed.

"hi! I'm miwa!" the girl said in which you returned her greeting with your name. she moved to the side allowing you to step in. you took in the large room. it looks like she already has claimed her part of the room on the left side. band and show posters plastered all over her walls neatly with stuffed animals lying peacefully on her bed. it reminded you fondly of matt recalling how he has millions of plushies on his bed.

"need some help with that?" she pointed at your suitcases. you hesitated at first not wanting to bother her but it wouldn't hurt, right? "yes please." you chuckled which made her grin.

"great, roommate bonding begins now!"

hours pass by full of cleaning and organizing and chatter between you and the blue haired girl. you found out that she's been here for the past two years and you explained to her that you were a transfer. somewhere in between hanging fairy lights and folding blankets, she let it slip that she's crushing on a boy that is on the hockey team.

"didn't know they had a hockey team here." you said as you placed the last piece of clothing in the closet provided by the school. miwa gasped dramatically. "okay now I need to take you out to watch a game sometime!"

she flopped down onto your bed next to you. "its like an essential yale culture."

"deal. i'd like to see how good looking this boy you claim is the most handsome boy in all of yale to exist really is."

"he is!"

the first day of school wasn't until next week, yet you could already feel the nerves setting in as well as the homesickness. you pulled out your phone, dimming the brightness now that miwa was asleep and all the lights were turned off. pressing on yujis contact you sent him a message.

you || 9:04 P.M

everything alright?

yuji || 9:10 P.M

everything's great

you let out a sigh of relief at his words.

the first day was full of chaos, at least for you. you woke up a bit late after your alarm failed to do its job, you lost your map that showed the entire campus, and on top of that you had no idea what to wear.

after brushing your teeth and washing your face, you quickly slipped on a pair of pants and a cute top before rushing out of your dorm all while brushing your hair. you made it on time thankfully, but you surely learned your lesson to set your alarm to full volume.

your classes finally came to an end and you dragged your tired body that was aching from carrying all the syllabus and textbooks in your bag towards your dorm. miwa was already there scrolling through her phone.

"oh hey!," she flinched as she took a closer look at you. "you look rough"

you placed your bag down on the floor before flopping on your bed. "I am rough" you said with a grumble. she moved from her bed towards yours. "hey lighten up, tomorrow will be better. its the second day of school and the first hockey game"

"already?"

"yeah. since its the same previous team as last year versus some other school. coach said he wanted to kick off this season early for some reason. im not complaining, I get to see kokichi!"

"oh right your man" you teased which made her chubby pale cheeks turn a light pink shade before she bolted towards her closet pulling out two tops. "okay so which one says 'hey cute hockey player over there! wanna go out with me?'"

you burst out laughing before pointing at the one on the right hand. "that one, definitely that one."

you were never the type of person to enjoy sports. your brothers and dad enjoyed them though. they always connected both the couches together and gathered a bunch of blankets and snacks whenever a big game came up. now you are here witnessing one happen right in front of you, not on a screen.

you pulled out your phone to snap a picture to send to the family group chat. one you created after you had to delete the previous one with your mother in it. you angled the phone carefully, snapping a picture of the players already spread out ready to kick off the game.

you stared at your screen for a second before sending the message to the group chat. the second you sent it, the announcer's voice came to the speakers and the crowd erupted.

"there he is!" miwa squealed as she pointed at the dark haired boy, kokichi. he was rather attractive and you could see why she liked him. they definitely would make a cute couple. he was walking with a friend who had white hair. your eyes squinted as you looked a bit closer.

it was the same boy who bumped into you a week ago. his white locks were messy and he had a grin plastered over his face. it seemed that he was popular with the girls because they went wild at the sight of him.

you were interrupted from your thoughts when miwa's elbow made contact with your shoulder. "look, he waved at me!"

your eyes traced back to kokichi. "yeah, I saw." but your eyes kept wandering back to the boy with white hair. number ten. you watched as he placed his helmet on and slid across the rink to get into position.

a buzzer sounded across the arena, putting the game to a start and sending the crowd into a loud roar. you sat a bit straighter as you tried to keep track of the hockey puck. all the players were a blur of white and blue as they slid through the ice rink.

number 10 was sharp.

he was focused and quick, weaving through the other players. he stole the puck clean with a swift movement of his stick, gliding towards the opposite teams net. the air was thick with anticipation and it seemed that the entire arena was holding it's breath, and you didn't realize that you were holding yours as well.

then he hit it straight into the back of the cage with a satisfying clank.

applause echoed and so did the screams of the players' name.

satoru.

he rushed to his teammates doing a small celebration before continuing the game. maybe hockey wasn't too bad.

the game ended as soon as the buzzer could be heard, with your school winning. people made their way towards the exit or down to the rink. the hockey cheerleaders, glittering with their tiny ass skirts, made their way to their boyfriends who were players.

but most of them?

they went to satoru, congratulating him like he had just saved the world itself from an apocalypse. his hands reached to take off his gear, forehead dripping with a thin layer of sweat.

"im gonna go talk to kokichi." miwa said as she stood up from the bleacher already feeling the nerves settling down her stomach. you nodded, following her. she wrapped her arms around the boy, a hug in which he returned as well.

"thanks for coming." he said in a low voice placing his lips on hers practically melting the poor girl setting her rosacea on fire. you stood there a bit awkward not realizing that a pair of eyes was placed on your figure.

"hey, is she new?" a player asked his friends, pointing directly at you.

the other boy shrugged. "I guess, never seen her before." he turned to satoru who was busy untying the shoelaces of his skates, whistling at him. "yo satoru! remember when you were whining about not having any other girl to crack?"

satoru's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a bit before he approached his friend. "yeah, what about it?" the guy grinned, jerking his chin toward the bleachers.

"what about her?"

he could barely see you due to his poor eyesight now that he had taken off his contacts. he saw you with a girl he knew was in a situationship with kokichi, his friend. "who the hell is that?"

"she's new. go after her."

satoru grumbled. "she looks like a total loner." his friend shrugged, untying his long black hair. "you like a challenge though, don't you?" he tossed his stick into his bag. "ten days. thats the bet"

"woah we're making this a bet?" satoru raised his eyebrow. there was a beat of silence, long enough to make him think this through. it's been a while since he's been laid, not wanting to continue the life of being a frat boy and a 'play boy.' he really just wanted to focus on his studies and hockey as well, if he found a girl somewhere throughout that then he'd settle down.

he grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip from it. "ten days." he repeated, mostly to himself. "suguru I don't know-"

"you backing out?" suguru questioned, wanting to stir something.

no matter how much he wanted to resist, he just couldn't because no matter how much he swore that he stopped doing that shit, he missed it just a bit. "fine, ten days."

his jaw was tightened watching as his friend smirked. the group chuckled a bit, like it was just another 'harmless' game. satoru glanced at you.

pretty.

you and miwa made your way to the exit after the little make-out session with her now new boyfriend. she kept squealing about how she couldn't believe she finally got together with him. you were incredibly happy for the both of them.

"he kissed me! like he actually kissed me! I thought I was going to pass out!"

satoru debated, standing still for a moment. you were a step away from leaving, your arm wrapped around your friends, chattering about whatever. part of him wanted to plan this through, something smoother than just..

"fuck it." he mumbled.

his legs moved before his brain ordered them to. "hey-" he called out, jogging a bit to fully reach you. you turned slowly, miwa did too with her eyebrows furrowed. he realized that maybe this wasn't the best option. his lips parted a bit before continuing.

"uh.." he scratched the back of his neck. "you dropped something."

you stared at him in confusion. "no I didn't.." you looked down to confirm that you in fact, didn't drop any item.

"right uhm, that was supposed to be my opening line" he cursed at himself, but it made you chuckle. satoru was dorky, you thought. he had an uneven smile before he looked back at you.

"im satoru"

"I know" you felt like everyone in this damn school knew who he was. "oh im y/n." you quickly introduced yourself after the small pause. for some reason, satoru didn't feel like this was the beginning of a bet he agreed to, but a beginning for something he wasn't ready for.

"go out with me."

miwa snapped her head so fast towards you, you could have sworn you heard a crack. you blinked at satoru, unsure if you heard him right.

"what?"

"go out with me, please." he repeated confident just like the first time. you weren't entirely convinced. "is this a joke?" satoru froze. of course this was a joke. he always played around with random girls so why did it make him feel guilty this time.

"no. I want you, pretty." he smiled softly, showing off his pearly whites that could have any girl soaking her panties in under 10 seconds.

you could feel miwa vibrating next to you, begging you to say yes, or at least something. "I think i'll pass." you mumbled, not unkindly just firm enough to make your point, staring at him for a bit before turning your heel to leave with miwa who now had a disappointed look on her face.

"whyyy?" she whined.

a grunt left satoru's lips. "I can take you out somewhere, anywhere! real nice places sweetheart!"

"like the 7/11 in broadway?" you shot back. he froze before chuckling a genuine laugh, shaking his head. "even better!"

the corner of your lips tugged up a smile as you giggled with miwa at his advances as you both left.

"well look at you missy, pulling mr captain of the hockey team."

"im just that good." you continued to hold your smile, not letting it drop.

and neither did he.

every night at eight, you'd have a video call with your family, just to make sure everything was alright back at home.

"he had an appointment today." yuji said while he was washing the dirty plates, handing them to matt to dry. you used to always put the dishes away back to their original places, but you were no longer there to do your job and that hurt you a bit.

it stung seeing how they had to adapt to live without you and you recalled how you all had to do the same when your mother left. you watched how matt didn't hand it to anyone, he just placed them down.

"and the results?" you asked, your voice quiet and steady but ready for any news you didn't want to hear. not yet.

"not out yet, but im sure nothing has changed since last time he got checked up."

yuji turned off the sink, handing the smaller kid the last dish before drying his hands with a towel. "how's yale treating you? saw the picture you sent."

you hummed looking back at how the day went. "it's going great I guess. our school won the game by the way, oh and a boy wants to take me out."

"you agreed?" yuji has always been the overprotective type, despite you being older.

you answered by shaking your head. "no, he's sketchy."

"how come?" now he was completely alert. a boy is hitting on his sister hundreds of miles away from home? not on his watch. you shrugged.

"he has a whole fangirl club or something."

matts voice could be heard from afar. "he's a red flag!" his words made you chuckle. "you been teaching him new vocabulary?"

yuji rolled his eyes. "its the kids at his school. but seriously, trust your gut. if you don't feel like something is right about that gut, don't take his offer."

you nodded, pressing the sleeve of your sweater up to your nose taking in the scent of old memories. it hasnt been washed since you left home and that nostalgic smell lingered.

one that you desperately wanted to go back to.

satoru could've sworn he left dissecting frogs back in high school, but here he was again, poking around at the laid back amphibians internal organs. "no way am I doing this shit." with a mutter, he placed the tweezers down gagging, shaking his hands in disgust before pulling out his cigarette box, sliding one out placing it in between his pretty pink lips, far too pretty for a man. "smoking in class? you'll set the smoke alarm off." suguru scooted closer to his friend.

"better than doing a bbl on a frog." satoru grumbled, looking away not being able to stare at the gross mess that was right in front of him. "that girl from yesterday.." he narrowed his eyes in thought, trying to remember your name. "y/n" he mumbled after it finally reached him.

"she didn't want to go out with me." he continued. the black haired boy scoffed, not comprehending the words that were coming out of the school's playboy. " you're satoru fucking gojo, this should be easy as hell for you!"

"look man, I dont do this shit anymore."

suguru rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he looked at the frog's corpse. "I'll pay you." satoru grunted bringing the lighter up to his cigarette, huffing it slowly before blowing it towards suguru, in which he looked down at the smoking boy unimpressed.

"I have enough money, I don't need your pocket change."

suguru paused in deep thought. "you're right, heard she's only into pretty guys anyways." satoru brought a hand up to his chest as if he was truly hurt, because he was.

“are you telling me im not a pretty guy?” he took out the cigarette from his mouth, before crushing it down against the table, which left a nasty dent on the cheap laminate. "why do you want me to play with her?"

suguru brought his pierced tongue out to lick his dry lips. "I guess I just miss the old you. seriously satoru, I'll pay you. 300 bucks if you take her out on a date," he scooted closer to his friend. "500 if you get in her panties. and 1000 if you manage to make her your date to hoco."

as if divine intervention occurred, the door creaked open, pausing the chatter between the two boys. there you were. wearing a well put together outfit that just made satoru's hormones run crazy, as you made your way to your desk. the sight of you made gojo straighten his posture suddenly hyper aware of every detail of himself. quickly running a hand through his hair and gulping, his adams apple bobbing.

he turned to look at suguru who was already giving him a pointed look.

"bet."

another thing that you like about yale's campus is that its not too far away from shopping areas. you found a nearby barnes and noble not even a few blocks away from the school. it soon became your go to stop where you would buy books and cd's. you weren't able to fit any of your beloved music or novels when you were packing, so you started a new collection that was placed neatly back at your dorm.

you entered, the bell placed on top of the door notifying any workers of your entrance quickly making your way to the music disc section, straight shelves full of cd's. you're surprised to see many new arrivals.

some were year old music, and some were rare old ones from the 2000's. you reached out to grab a few, a soft smile plastered on your face as you scanned the labels. so deep into it, you didn't notice the bell chiming again.

'debut' by bjork was being held by your hand right now, having an inner battle with yourself whether to be financially responsible for today. you placed the cd back when you remembered that the hospital bill from your fathers last visit would soon come back. and you were not looking forward to seeing the multiple zeros behind whatever number was in front of it.

"excuse me, have you seen any cd of bjork?" the smooth voice behind you asked. "oh yeah-" you answered, turning to look back at the voice.

halfway through your sentence, you took a good look at who was behind you. satoru. "oh, it's you." your eyes narrowed as they focused on him. the boy slid his glasses on the crown of his head. you didn't know he even wore those. satoru seemed to have noticed your observation.

"lost my contacts."

"are you stalking me?" you asked defensively which just made him laugh. his body got closer to yours as he skimmed through the cd's.

"you not getting that bjork one?" he asked tilting his head as his long pale fingers slid the music disc right out of its place. the plastic creaked the second he held it.

"uh its a bit expensive.." the words came out in a mumble, almost embarrassed to admit you couldn't afford a fifty dollar cd. you shifted your weight onto your right leg, looking anywhere but him.

he looked at you before looking down at the case. "guess I'll get it."

you blinked. "didn't know you liked her."

"I dont. but I like you, so I'll get it for you, baby. anything else you want?"

you head snapped towards him, watching how he didn't even let you answer as he placed the bjork case that contained the disc you've been wanting for a while into a shopping basket. you were so shocked you didn't even realize the term of endearment.

"its fifty.." you reminded him.

"be a sweetheart and dont mention the prices, I dont care one bit about it." your eyes dropped to the basket, lips parting to say anything but nothing came out. nothing but a, "can I get the post one..?"

you couldn't find how much one has ever spent at barnes and nobles, but you were pretty sure you may have broken whatever record there was. satoru didn't mind, just like he said.

when the cashier asked how he'd like his receipt he declined it. when he saw the total on the screen in bold green letters, he ignored it. and when he handed you the bags full of books, cd's, and figures, some that you didn't even ask for. he just noticed you staring at them for a little too long and he'd just grab it and place it in the basket, he had a smile plastered right on those pink lips.

"I think I deserve a kiss for all of this.."

its the least you could do, right? besides he didn't tell you where he wanted the kiss. so you stepped up on your tippy toes a bit to place your lips on his cheek.

"thank you. seriously thank you." his smirk softened to a smile, returning the kiss but on your forehead making your breathing stutter.

"any time," he mumbled kissing your nose before backing up. "oh here, give me your phone"

your hand pulls out your phone from your back pocket, handing it to him. "what for?"

"im putting my number in.." his fingers typed quickly, the dumb smirk on his face not leaving, before slipping it back into your hands.

'my sugar daddy'

you visibly cringed at the name he chose. "you've got to be kidding me." you said with pure disbelief. he nodded, proud of his decision. "I did buy you all this didn't I?" he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, leaning down to whisper into it.

"ill send you a picture to set up as my contact photo. perhaps a nude?"

"perhaps not."

miwa's eyes widened when she saw you stumble into the shared dorm with heavy bags on each hand. "woah.. didn't know it was black friday." she half joked, getting up from her bed to help you out. you exhaled in relief when the weight was taken from your poor limp arms. "and I didn't pay a single penny."

she averted her gaze from the bags up to you. "who did pay for them? your sugar daddy?" your face burned at that damn name. "you're not wrong. it was satoru." you held up your phone, opening this contact name you knew would have miwa laughing.

she squinted, looking at it before she burst into giggles.

"hes so extra." you set the bags down on the desk, taking one thing out at a time. miwa wiped the tears that spilled from her eyes. "how'd this happen?"

you dragged a hand down your face, shrugging. "he saw me at the store and offered to buy me whatever. but I swear I didn't ask for all of this."

"he likes you."

you paused for a second. "does he now?"

it was a dumb question. who else would buy a random person they have no interest in hundreds of dollars worth of barnes and noble? no one, except him of course.

you retold the same ridiculous events to yuji, who still wasn't pleased at the idea of you getting hit on not even a month into school. his arms were crossed over his chest as he was lazily sitting on his desk chair, same as you.

"return everything."

you scoffed. "no way! even if I did I wouldn't be able to, he didn't ask for a receipt."

"he shouldn't be buying you shit. didn't you tell me yesterday how your gut was telling you something was off?"you moved from your desk to your bed, sighing as your back hit the mattress. "well maybe I was wrong about him."

satoru felt proud of being able to treat you like a princess, buying you all sorts of things, showering you with everything you wanted. he remembered how you hesitated on buying that cd. it bothered him a bit.

'did she have a problem with money?'

his phone rang with a message from suguru.

'party tonight at the frat, you coming?"

of course he was, he hasn't missed a single function since he joined yale. his fingers typed out, "Omw!" but before he could send it, he stopped, and then deleted it. why was he thinking about you right now?

why is he declining a party?

"im not in the mood tonight."

he stared at the screen for a moment, realizing that he actually sent that. a calloused hand rubbed his cheekbone, exhaling before he received another notification, this time not from any of his friends but from spotify.

'the marias are performing near you! click to see ticket prices and shows available!'

the marias? where had he heard that name.. his mind instantly flashed to you. you were holding the marias disc, the one he bought you along with all the other cd's. it was as if his body was moving without him knowing because a second later, he was buying two tickets.

your first day was an unconfirmed barnes and noble date. but your second day, the concert, would be an actual date.

he clicked the 'pay now' button without hesitation.

you weren't expecting to see a screen showing the digital receipts slip right into your line of sight while you were halfway through placing some textbooks in your locker. the bold blue letters read, 'THE MARIAS'

"hi pretty.. got these for you and me." your eyes widened at the familiar voice. the white haired individual really had a habit of sneaking up behind you didn't he? "you.. you got-" you stammered, blinking at the sight of the tickets, then back at him.

"got these for you and me." he repeated himself, both his voice and gaze softening. not sure to be flattered or continue being suspicious, you slowly reached for his phone, taking it from his pale hand to make sure what you were seeing was real.

not only did he buy you both tickets to a music artist you liked, but he also got the best seats. "you got the marias tickets.." you said mostly to yourself. his smirk was still there, but it showed no sign of being cocky.

"mhm, thought you'd like it."

"satoru.. you already spent so much on me yesterday.." how come a boy you barely knew was dropping a thousand on you each day. "I told you I like you. this can be our first date." he gently grabbed back his phone.

you swallowed, your mind trying to wrap itself around the unexpected layers of satoru you’d been seeing over the last few days. and you wondered if you were the first one to see this version of him.

"one date." you said firmly as you lifted up your finger, finally agreeing to his advances. his charm was different.. it was bold, yes, but real. "don't push your luck, im only accepting because its bjork."

"there will be more than one date, pretty." there was short pauses between his words allowing each syllable to sink in. like he meant it.

you had no idea why you were allowing him to score another point at this game he was forcing you to play. "at least let me pay for the gas.. or for the food." you offered but satoru only scrunched his face up shaking his head.

"don't do that."

he had some extra cash on him. 300. just like suguru promised when he said he'd pay satoru 300 if he managed to take you out on a date.

"just wear something pretty for me, and easy to remove."

you rolled your eyes. "im not sure about that second part, you're pushing your luck here sir."

"mm no not sir baby, its sugar dadd-"

your hand shot out to cover his mouth, cutting him off before he even had the chance to finish. he was shocked for a bit before he licked a long stripe against your hand moaning.

you recoiled immediately, gagging with a mix of shock and disgust. he chuckled at your discomfort and the sight of you wiping your hand on his chest.

"you like that baby?"

"no!" you shot back, closing your locker before rushing to the bathroom to properly clean your hand.

"ill see you later my love!" he called out.

miwa helped you get ready for the concert date after school. she straightened your hair pin straight while you both talked about what could happen later. your phone vibrated with a notification from 'sugar daddy'

"you still wearing something easy to remove right?"

you stared at the message. any past thoughts of him not being that bad quickly vanished. obviously, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of your reply, so you left him on read. guess that hurt his feelings because a few minutes later he texted again.

"im joking baby :("

"still haven't changed that contact name?" miwa asked, finishing up the last strand for the final section. you grumbled a little 'shut it'

"im kind of nervous.." you admitted. this was going to be your first date after all.

miwa stopped, her hands hovering in mid air, before she turned your chair to face each other. her expression softened, a mix of understanding and excitement. "hey, it’s okay to be nervous. besides you kind of already know him.."

"briefly." you couldn't help but sigh, your eyes following her figure as she chose an outfit from her side of the closet to lend you.

"he wanted something easy to remove right?"

"dont."

you both met up to where you agreed, which was just outside the girls dormitories. the second he saw you, his heart fluttered.

you looked, no, you are gorgeous.

"...hey" a smile crept up on his face. he was dressed casual while you went all out thanks to miwa.

"hi" you smiled softly.

"you're so beautiful.." you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered. even if you tried lying, the dark tint of pink on your cheeks would say otherwise. "thank you"

with a chuckle, he led you to his car. a model of the year, typical for a rich ass boy like him. being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for you before closing it as you settled yourself down.

he made his way over to the drivers seat. "can't believe I finally landed a date with you" he mumbled before reaching over to hold your hand in his.

why was he acting like this? it was just a bet.. right?

you stared down at your hands that were now intertwined. you'd expect his to be cold from how pale they were and the amount of time he spends playing hockey in the cold rink.

your eyes lifted to his face, he was focused on the road now, a quiet little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, like just having you next to him was enough.

"im going to be honest, i don't know any of this bands songs."

your breath caught in your throat. "you bought the tickets without knowing how they were?"

he shook his head. "I bought the tickets because I knew you knew who they were." his hand squeezed yours, keeping his eyes on the road. "have I told you how absolutely sexy you are? I mean look at this.." his hand moved from yours to tug at your skirt, making you gasp.

"feel good, baby?" he continued squeezing your thigh, biting his lower lip as he felt the warmth of your skin.

he slapped it playfully, moving his hand onto the steering wheel leaving you flustered.

"pervert.."

the concert was beautiful. the music reached your heart it made you tear up, of course some songs hit close to home. gojo couldn't help but admire you from time to time. watching as your pretty mouth sang along to the unknown lyrics.

"lets take a picture pretty." he said out of nowhere. "a picture?" he nodded before pulling out his phone, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his cheek against yours, snapping a few pictures of you and him throughout the night, mostly of you. you did the same, filling up your gallery with endless pictures and videos.

he pressed his lips on your temple before pulling away to continue enjoying the performance.

as the night came to an end, he drove you safely back home, both of you discussing the songs you enjoyed being performed the most.

"I think I enjoyed back to me the most"

"no way! paranoia was clearly the most enjoyable."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah well I think what I enjoyed the most was seeing you sing. you're gorgeous baby."

"you already told me that like twenty times."

"and ill continue to tell you for the rest of my life and beyond that." his words made your stomach twist. not in a bad way. definitely not. you watched how the dim light lit up his face making him look even more handsome than he already was.

"want to go to the ice rink?" he asked.

'right now? I dont think im wearing the appropriate clothing for skating.."

satoru grinned, pulling up to the building where the arena was in. "good thing I came prepared then." he reached towards the backseat, pulling out a duffel bag.

"you can thank your friend miwa."

you stared down at the clothes, which belonged to you, now on your lap. light pink thighs and a sweater as well as leg warmers. "you guys planned this?"

"she helped me out. I wanted to make this the best first date."

it was late, so the place was quieter than usual, dimly lit, making the place peaceful. the cold air nipped at your cheeks as you both stepped inside, and you tried your best not to show how nervous you were.

"ive never skated before." you admit.

"good thing your man is a hockey player." he finished tying up his laces before getting down on one knee to tie yours. he said it so casually. 'your man'

satoru looked up at you all while he continued fumbling around with the laces on your skates. "I really hope we have that romcom moment where you slip on the ice and fall right into my arms."

"what type of movies are you watching?" you giggled, feeling the heat creep up to your neck.

he finished the second skate, placing it on the ground before gripping your thighs. "like I said.. romcoms." he murmured, bringing you closer to his face. he darted his tongue out to lick the inside of your thigh.

a gasp left your lips. "h-hey.."

he didn't stop there.

he was starved. his lips traveled all throughout your inner thighs, nipping once in a while. "pretty.."

a shaky hand pushed his head away, watching as a string of saliva connected his lips with you. "so uhm.. you gonna teach me how to skate..?"

the fog of tension shattered the moment you placed your hand on his forehead, pushing him away. he licked his lips before chuckling. "yeah, come on."

the second you stepped onto the ice, you were already struggling. it was more slippery than you'd expect it to be, but satoru's large hands, placed on your waist, kept you steady.

"lean on me."

you held onto his arms, following his step wobbling once in a while.

"I got you doll."

twenty minutes was all you needed to learn how to maintain your balance on the ice. you excitedly followed satoru, holding his hand as you both made rounds around the rink, your skates gliding smoothly. he glanced at you, smiling as he watched you. "look at you... natural born skater" just as he said that, you bumped into his shoulder.

"natural born liar."

he chuckled seeing how your eyes showed signs of being tired. he wrapped his hands around your waist, lifting you up with ease. "lets get you out of here. kind of sad we didn't have that cute moment."

"what cute moment?" you wrapped your arms around him before he placed you down the carpet when he got you both out the ice rink. "the one where you fall right into my arms and we kiss."

you rolled your eyes. "maybe next time."

he raised an eyebrow, kneeling down again to take off your shoes. "so is that a confirmation that we will have another date?"

"mhm." you hummed quietly and before you knew it, you were leaning into a kiss with no control over your body, like it was possessed by a curse or something.

he hesitated for a second, deciding not to kiss you back. it was just a bet.

"lets go."

you stared at him in hurt and betrayal. this is what he wanted wasn't it? you felt your heart sink deeper as the seconds passed. you didn't allow him to put your shoes on, doing it yourself instead.

"baby.."

"dont." your voice wasn't firm, it was soft. barely even a whisper to be honest. "you're just messing with me aren't you?" he looked startled, like he had gotten caught with his hand down the cookie jar, because he did.

"no..no you're not something to play around with."

you were mad. furious even. "feels like it."

opening the door after gathering your clothes, you left without a goodnight. or a kiss. once you were out of view, satoru dragged his hands down his face groaning. he's grown attached to you without knowing it in the span of three days. and he's hurt you by denying your kiss.

he rushed after you.

"let me walk you."

"its fine. my dorm isn't that far."

"damn it y/n." he pressed his lips against yours, cupping your jaw. the kiss was full of frustration and it was desperate. his other hand found your hip, bringing you closer to him. he wanted to deepen the kiss, but he noticed you weren't kissing back.

he pulled away before smashing his lips against yours again, hoping that you'd kiss back this time but you didn't.

"I'll see you later.." you mumbled out.

he watched you walk away quickly in the direction of your dorm. now it was his heart who was sinking. he didn't remember any of his last 'bets' hurting this much.

so why does it feel like you were ripping out his heart right now?

when you reached your dorm, ready to get any call from your brothers, you already planned not to mention anything. not the concert date with satoru and definitely not how yuji was right about him. you couldn't let him have that 'I told you so' moment.

your phone vibrated at the back of your pocket as soon as you dropped your bag onto the floor. miwa was staying over at her boyfriends tonight, giving you and satoru any privacy if things went to a more heated direction.

it did. sorta.

with a sigh, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call from yuji.

"took you a while."

you forced a laugh. "sorry, you woke me up." you allowed your body to rest, flopping down on your messy bed with a 'thump', the back of your head sinking into the pillows.

"I'm just calling you to let you know that a hospital bill might reach you."

you quirked an eyebrow, staring at the ceiling. "its going to be sent out to me? all the way to yale?" yuji let out a small 'mhm', casual like he was commenting on the weather.

"yeah, from dad's last check up."

"oh," you rubbed your face, feeling a different kind of tired. "thats right."

"its just from his prescriptions and shit.. I would've paid it myself but.." his voice trailed off.

"no, no dont worry about it. not like i'm already drowning in student loans or whatever"

"of course not." you could hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone.

after the call ended, you let the silence settle. you received your mail usually by the end of the week in your small issued mailbox that was located in the front of the school. most of the time it was just flyers for clubs you had no intention of joining. but soon, a hospital bill that you desperately wanted to leave behind home, where it belongs, will appear right inside the small box.

after dreading to see the ridiculous amount you had to pay for oral chemotherapy medication, your mind circled back to satoru, a finger brushed against your lips, reliving the moment he placed his against yours in a kiss you wanted to return, but didn't.

you felt like it wasn't real.

why would he hesitate in the first place? your hand dropped back down against the mattress, gripping the bed sheets to brace yourself from any tears that might come out.

miwa dragged you to watch kokichi practice in the ice rink. the memories from last night hit you like a wave every other minute you sat on the bleachers. the same spot you were rejected.

you were annoyed.

no. pissed. pissed at how he dodged your kiss like it meant nothing and honestly you have every right to be. because why is he hesitant to kiss you when he’s the one that was so desperate. is this some sort of sick joke?

you didn't want to mention it to miwa or anyone. you were too embarrassed and the poor girl was happy she even had the opportunity to help out satoru with last nights date. you couldn't take that away from her. when she asked how it went you spared the details and just gave a brief summary.

"it was fun, he took me to the concert, we sang. then the ice rink, thanks by the way, and he taught me how to skate."

"thats so cute!" her face lit up.

you both continued to see the hockey players glide across the arena. but someone was missing. number 10. your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a microphone starting.

“can't take my eyes of off you..” a voice murmured into the microphone, a voice you instantly recognized. satoru. you blinked once. and then again-unsure if you were hearing correctly or if the loud ass volume you listen to your music in was finally catching up to you.

you squinted your eyes to see the white haired boy stand right in the middle of the rink, the whole team joining him as well. his body stepped forward, then another, until he broke into a dance. you let out a few chuckles of disbelief as you watched him make a fool of himself.

“i love you baby!” you wanted to crawl into a corner and die from embarrassment. “and if it’s quite alright, i need you baby..” his finger pointed right at you. a few people around you chuckled as well, one yelling, "go verona!"

you brought your hands up to you face covering it in embarrassment as a flush appeared. he was so off key now, yelling out the lyrics as he did little tricks around the ice, nearly slipping but catching himself with a dramatic spin. he made a bee line towards the top of the bleachers. you wanted to escape but he was quick, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“oh pretty baby..” he panted as the chorus died down. he placed the microphone down, grabbing your cheeks without a warning with both hands planting a long and sweet kiss on your plump lips. this time, you kissed back without hesitation from either of you.

"satoru.." you managed to say before he continued his desperate kisses, sliding his tongue into your mouth leaving no room for the words that were swirling in your head. miwa was ecstatic, clapping with others, who were surprised that the ex-playboy was acting straight out of a 2000's movie.

"shut up.. let me just kiss you." his fingers threaded through your hair.

and kisses continued all the way to his dorm, no sign of stopping any time soon as he pushed you down his bed.

"im sorry about yesterday.. let me make it up to you."

"I think you did already with your little performance."

he chuckled, shaking his head. "nah, you need more than a song."

satoru wears everything on his face. like everything. you could tell what he was feeling with just a glimpse at his blushed face that turned from his usual pale color to a deep red. his mouth was open when he sank into you.

he smirked when he watched you struggle to take him. the small moans you let out made him twitch. "you look so fucking good. taking my cock like this." he wrapped your legs around his bare waist before his large hand found your neck, wrapping lightly around it.

"sa..satoru.." you whimpered.

"mmf- yeah that feels good. so.. tight and wet f'me. should've done this yesterday." he rolled his hips against yours gently. satoru has never been this gentle during sex towards anyone. he slid in and out of you slowly, making sure you felt every single one of his veins.

"oh fuck.. not going to last long inside this warm fucking pussy."

he licked your lips before shoving his tongue down your throat. satoru pulled away, forcing your jaw to open to spit right into your mouth.

"swallow."

you obeyed, swallowing his shared spit, opening your mouth to show him.

"good girl."

you screamed, gripping his shoulders when he slipped almost all the way out before slamming all the way in. he was loving this, almost forgetting the amount of money he would receive for getting into your panties.

it wasn't until you both finished, and his arms were wrapped around you in a comfortable position to cuddle, placing loving kisses on your forehead, that he finally remembered that this was all a bet. was.

he was scared that maybe he didn't want this to be just a game. his breath stilled, his fingers still tracing random shapes on your back as he pulled back slightly, taking a close look at your peaceful expression.

he didn't want it to end.

he took a look at his calendar that was placed on his nightstand. he counted the days knowing he didn't have that much left with you.

"love?"

you hummed, opening your eyes, your expression soft, when he called out to you.

"i'm playing tomorrow.. then we're having a sort of 'hoco' type of thing at the frat.. come with me?"

you nodded, placing your head on his chest listening to the way his heart beat at a steady pace. "course.." you murmured, he did tire you out after all. his body relaxed at your answer. there were still so many things left unsaid, so much you both needed to figure out. but he was okay with just having you this close to him right now.

you didn't call your family that night. your phone was put on do not disturb, laying on top of the nightstand. satoru's arms were still wrapped tightly around you.

but across the country, yuji grew worried, because not only were hospital bills going to reach you, but terrible news as well.

he paced back and forth outside the hospital room, the one where your father was currently staying, checking his phone every second to see if you have seen his messages or calls.

nothing from you.

he tried to come up with a reason. you were probably studying, or just busy in general. he wanted to cry because the feeling of being the one now responsible for everything was finally sinking in. he didn't know why your father collapsed. he didn't know if your aunt was on her way to pick up matt from school. and he didn't know when the hell you would answer your phone.

"answer.. please." he prayed.

the next day when you woke up to the sound of shuffling, you were met with several forehead kisses.

"sorry baby, have to go straight to the rink." your eyes fluttered open slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light. you remembered the game today, and the party as well.

"practice hard.." your morning voice came out groggy, in which he let out a soft laugh.

"ill see you later baby." with that he left.

you looked around, still groggy, seeing the clock on his wall. eleven o clock.

your eyes widened. shit. you were late for class. you threw the blanket off of you, quickly putting on the same clothes from yesterday. when you reached for your panties, you noticed they were ripped. the sudden pain you felt on your stomach was a reminder of your poor decisions from last night.

you slipped on your skirt, praying you wouldn't flash anyone by the time you got to your dorm. after grabbing your bag, you reached for your phone before bolting out of his room.

when you made your way to class, you felt a deep feeling in your gut telling you, no, yelling, that something wasn't okay.

the cold air of the rink hit you the moment you stepped through the doors, crisp and biting against your skin. the faint sound of blades carving across ice echoed through the space, mixed with low shouts and the occasional laughter of teammates mid practice.

miwa was buzzing beside you, excited to see her boyfriend play, and for the party he asked her out to. you caught sight of satoru not that far away talking with a boy with gauges.

"I'll be back: you said to her.

"okay! I'll go grab us some seats then!"

you watched as the blue haired girl quickly made her way up the bleachers, snatching a good spot for the both of you. you approached satoru, ready to scare him as you snuck behind him.

"dude, I'm telling you I fucked her already, pay up." he grumbled.

your entire world stopped for a second. were you hearing correctly? the other boy laughed. "thought you didn't want to take this bet?" his hand reached for his pocket, pulling out his wallet to slip out a few hundred dollar bills.

it all suddenly clicked.

"it's whatever. honestly, she's everything i've wanted in a girl." the boy you thought you could trust accepted the bills into his hand. how could you have thought that this actually meant something. that you actually meant something to satoru.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you stared at him, feeling so many emotions all at once. anger, betrayal, and even denial. your mind was processing what you just heard. you wanted to hear it wasn't real, that he wasn't only after you because of a bet and that he actually likes you. but you knew you were better than that, you couldn't help but connect all the dots. the way he just randomly went up to you? the way he spent so much money on you?

it wasn't fate. it was orchestrated. and you felt stupid for now realizing.

there was horror written all over gojos face. "no baby.. baby listen to me." but you refused, shaking your head. you refused because the following words were going to be the confirmation that you dreaded to hear. without another word, you turned away pushing though the crowd. "y/n!" he shouted, but you didn't turn back. as you made your way down the hall, his hand wrapped around your wrist, "please, PLEASE listen to me!" in which you yanked back.

"it was all a bet huh? and for what? I knew I shouldn't have trusted yo-" you were interrupted by his lips molding against yours. no matter how much you wanted to melt into it, you didn't. your hands landed on his chest, pushing him off you before wiping your lips. the boy stood there, stunned, as his sad blue eyes watched you walk out.

how could he do this to you? after you accepted his dates. after you let him use your body for pleasure. after everything?you felt horrible for leaving miwa alone, but you didn't want to ruin her day. her boyfriend was playing hockey, with satoru.

it was when you pulled out your phone, ready to block him, when you saw the several missed calls from yuji and from your fathers doctor. your heart sank even more. you quickly found a secluded spot.

satoru wanted to follow after you, desperate to fix things. but he couldn't, not with a game he needed to play. but in all honesty he was done playing.

yuji was screaming at you through the phone. his voice was raw. one you haven't heard in years.

"I called you twenty fucking times y/n! all of last night, where the hell were you?!"

you were hyperventilating. the situation sinking in, the one with gojo and the one where your dad was on the brink of death. "with.. with this guy.."

silence.

"with a guy?" he spat. “you were with some guy while dad was- y/n, he’s in critical condition. they had to resuscitate him last night. and im over here wondering that something important was going on with you only to find out you were busy sucking some guy off. was it the guy you told me about?"

"..yeah..but it didn't end well."

"I dont fucking care about that right now. honestly im glad, let this be a lesson. we thought we were gonna lose him. and you were out playing house with some asshole?”

you didn't answer, too busy trying to even breathe. "im sorry... im sorry." yuji didn’t respond right away.

"i already paid half of the shit," his sharp voice continued. "if you could send some money over that would be great. and those bills, have you paid them yet?"

you swallowed hard, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. “o, I… I haven’t had time, yuji,”

“you haven’t had time?” he repeated like the words physically hurt him. there was a long pause. when Yuji spoke again, his voice had softened.

".. just please pay his medication.. my job isn't paying that well."

"I will.." you said quietly. "where is matt?"

"he's with aunt teresa. i'll call you if anything happens again, please answer next time."

you sniffled, wiping your runny nose. "okay. I love you."

click.

the call ended with him not saying those words back. you still had your phone up to your ear, wishing that magically yuji would say it back.

you felt so unwanted

unloved.

you could feel your eyes stinging even more and your throat closing up on you. you felt like you were losing everyone, your father slipping away in a hospital bed miles from here, your brother who had always been your anchor, your voice of reason, now too exhausted to carry you, and satoru.

satoru.

that night your phone was blowing up. call after call, text after text- all from him.

satoru : y/n please.

satoru : call me, return my calls lets talk pretty.

satoru : it was a bet, but believe me when I tell you that I truly love you.

satoru : I love you. say it back baby. please I need you. can't lose you, im sorry love please don't leave..

you remembered when you planned to block him before the call with yuji, your finger hovered over the red block button. but you simply put your phone on dnd and headed to sleep recalling the horrible events of tonight. tear stains were placed on your cheeks, mascara ruined, just like how your life felt.

miwa had tried, she really did. she tried her best to comfort you, but she understood you needed space. the sweet girl provided you with extra blankets as well as water, she even rubbed off the remaining makeup on you.

satoru hasn't felt this horrible since he accidentally flushed down his sisters goldfish back in first grade. but it wasn't the same.

the goldfish didn't hate him. you did.

and he hated himself for how he made you feel. he hated himself for doing this to you. but god was he grateful to have taken on that bet. not for the money, but for you. because of the bet, he met such a wonderful girl who he was completely smitten for. too bad that the girl now hates his guts.

the weather matched how gojo felt. he looked like hell.

his usual outfits was replaced by a simple white t-shirt with sweatpants. the confident boy was now just a regular burnt out college student who looks like he missed out on eight hours of sleep to study for his physics final. he hasn't eaten since yesterday, deciding his body didn't deserve to be rewarded with food.

he made his way to the small mailroom provided for students. his face lit up when he saw you there, not looking so good like him.

"baby."

his voice startled you, making you drop your mail, watching as they scattered all throughout the tile floor.

you crouched down to gather your mail, avoiding his eyes, heart pounding in your chest from too many things at once, his voice, your brother’s call, the reminder of your father, the unbearable guilt, and now him standing here, looking like someone you didn’t know how to love right now.

satoru knelt beside you, brushing your fingers by accident as he helped you collect the envelopes. the moment your skin touched, a sharp breath escaped his lips.

thats when saw it. a bunch of letters from kaiser permamente.

"what's this..?"

you froze, hand curling tighter around the envelope like you could hide it, like you could make it disappear if you just willed it hard enough. but he had already seen.

you stood quickly, clutching the papers to your chest. “it’s nothing.”

“sweetheart…” His tone shifted, serious now. “that’s a hospital.”

"i know, i can read." you shot back.

satoru rose to his feet slowly, eyes still locked on you, his earlier exhaustion now sharpened with concern. “y/n?” His voice cracked. “is everything okay?”

you didn't know how it came to this. but you were hugging him tightly, crying into his chest like he wasn't part of the reason why you were going through it.

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[the-unnamed-artist-noname]

Its done!...

When i was drawing this i remember the song let them eat cake by ldshadowlady or lizzie from empire the muscal playing in my head So here's that

I have a couple different version, it mostly shadow variation, and stuff, So um Here it is!

Anyways im quite happy with how this turn out! She looks So unhinged and i love it, the exspresion is very hyde like the New page! Can i Just say the food from the New page is all So instresting, i reffrence the food Here with ya know the food i drew Here, but im unsure, i also took inspo from victorian dessert or atleast that what i search up in pintrest.

Also here's some bonus from my colour planing? Idk what its called but

There was a moment i wanted the background to be this cyan colour, i mean its nice, but i don't think it adds to her mad exspresion or the whole general madness her exspresion screaming, i also reffrence that one jekyll panel the one when jasper ask "you did?", its cooler, and i mean its also nice, my sibling showed favor to the cyan one, which i understood to an extent

Anyways i hope yall like this one!!! i saw some people showing excitement about this one, also my Last pice with lanyde+jekyon i love em btw, i think after this ima draw some epic au idk, i Just really wanna draw them epic because my epic hyperfication is creeping in a bit...

Teehee its not guarenteed, Just pray for artblock to not Come my way, or my motivation going on a day or several vacation trip

[starlinggirll]

authors note : lost the req about reader and art outside, i changed it up a bit to fit the theme of the beach !

summary : going on a vacation with the donaldson family brought you alot of perks ; free travel, free hotel, and free sex.

tag list : @val3ntin33 @hrtshapedblg @love-ella333 @ivetteg

tw : unprotected sex, very very slight mention of ed, dirty talking, hair pulling, all the sexy stuff.

your life after that weekend with art was amazing.

each time tashi left, he sneaked into your room to fuck you passionately. you always ended up with your face buried into his chest without fail.

and god, the sex is so amazing. you never thought sex with a grown, married man would feel so good. and he never thought he could last hard that long. specially since he has a hard time getting hard for tashi.

he blames it on his lack of eating, but somehow you fixed his problem without so much as moving a finger. you simply look at him with your sweet eyes and he's hard as a rock.

and now specially with being at the beach. tashi was... he didnt know. she disappeared once again, he didnt care tho. atleast lily was knocked out asleep from running and swimming the whole morning, leaving you and him alone.

he walks out of the beach house, watching as you lay down on the sand ontop of a towel, your plump ass out for anyone to see.

you were tanning.

but god, you should of chosen a swimsuit with more coverage. despite himself, he's walking towards you. thanking the gods to have enough money for the beach house ; giving him the liberty to fuck you out in the open without anyone seeing.

he walks towards you, softly resting his hand on the nape of your neck. you flinch, but when you look at him you immediately relax. "hey." you say softly, and he simply kisses your forehead.

his hand skims down to your ass, giving it a small teasing squeeze. "you're drive me...so so crazy." he whispers quietly, tugging at your bikini bottom.

you start moving so you can see him, but he stops you. "no no, i want to take you like this." you feel him get ontop of you, you dont know when, but his cock is already rubbing against your left ass cheek. "my baby..." he whispers, almost to himself.

you love that about him, how the moment you both slept together you were his. every nickname he has called you after that night starts with "my" ; my baby, my angel, my girl.

him slapping his tip against your asscheek brings you back to reality, and you lift your hips up so you're face down ass up. he smirks. "good girl. i didnt even have to tell you what to do, you just knew." he chuckles, bringing your bikini bottom down to your ankles, his tip opening your entrance up agonizingly slow.

"this pussy is mine, isnt it?" his hand fists your hair, making your arch so your forehead was touching his jaw. "say it. i want to hear you." you're a moaning and whimpery mess by now, your eyes fluttering. "i-it's y-" "louder." he tugs at your hair to make his point clear. "my pussy is yours!" you cry out, mouth open as he slowly eases inside of you.

"damn right it is." he pushes your head down to the towel, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck while the other one grips your hips. "fuck." he starts pounding into you, "you're so tight...basically draining my cock." you moan in response, your hand gripping the towel, sand getting into your hand. "art..." you whine, meeting his hips halfway.

he immediately recognizes that whiny tone. you're the sappiest girl he has ever fucked. probably because he was your second body and you feel so incredibly safe with him. and its a bit endearing.and also boosts his ego; you need him to be happy. "i know i know."

he turns you over, laying ontop of you so you're missonary style. he smiles at the sight of you teary eyed, saliva dripping down your chin. "you're such a messy girl," he coos, his pace slowing down so it's more passionate and loving. sweet even. you whimper, and he intertwines your fingers together.

"fuck im-" he groans, his head falling down to your breasts, his hips stuttering. "art im coming!" you whine, hips buckling up. "come for me, come one baby come." and you do, and what sets him off is the face of pleasure you make.

a second later, he's pulling out of you, thick, white ropes of cum squirting on your stomach. his chest is heaving as he watches your skin glistening with his cum. he tucks his face into your neck, kissing your skin there.

"lets go inside to clean you up."

[viperify]

Im late but congrats on the 1k mar!!

If possible can i get the dating booth?

I'm a Gryffindor with some Slytherin tendencies, a Virgo. I enjoy DADA and Potions. My ideal date would probably be walking around Hogsmeade and checking out clothing/accessory stores. A few character traits of mine are being an extroverted introvert (veryyy talkative with the right people), artistic, in love with fashion, and painfully observant.

You deserve this, im happy you've reached this point and I can't wait to see everything you'll write in the future! ❤️

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A/N: hi baby!!! thank u sm for requesting and ur sweet sweet words. ilysm!!! <333 so sorry for the long wait, I am trying to catch up, I promise!!!

Weak sun rays tickle your skin when you pull aside the curtains of your window, letting light flood your dorm.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning in late spring—deer grazing at the edge of the forest, fog slowly but surely lifting itself from the ground.

Especially beautiful because Mattheo invited you to a trip to Hogsmeade—one of your favourite places to spend a free afternoon. Strolling through narrow streets, checking out the shops’ displays.

Obviously also trying on various new outfits, accessories, dresses of the finest fabrics which you’d never be able to afford—not at the moment, at least.

After lunch, Mattheo picks you up at your dorm, a smile spreading on his lips as he takes your hand in his, leading you away from the busy corridors and towards Hogsmeade. 

As usual, you first end up in Madam Malkin’s shop. Walking through shelf after shelf of newly arrived summer clothes.

By the time you have seen everything, a pile of clothes has gathered on Mattheo’s arms—but he doesn’t complain, not once.

Not even when you take your time trying on everything—and ask for his opinion on every single piece.

“That skirt looks gorgeous on you,” he says, eyes scanning over your figure, stopping briefly at the ruffled hem against your skin.

“You say that every time.” You reply, rolling your eyes at him as he takes a step closer to run his fingers over the fabric, pulling you in for a kiss.

His eyes soften, tone gentle and genuine. “Because I mean it. You look stunning in everything you wear, sweetheart.”

“You’re no good help, Matty.” You tease playfully, disappearing behind the curtains again.

Mattheo proudly carries your bags around, just so you have free hands to feel and try on anything you want.

You stop at one particular window, displaying a short, red dress—your favourite shade of red, too. You’ve felt over it countless times, even tried it on—but never bought it.

It’s made of a soft, silky fabric, flowing nicely and not too thick—perfect for a little summer evening date.

“You should get it, you know.” He mutters, taking a step forward to stand beside you, looking at you—recognizing the spark in your eyes you always have whenever you want something.

“Maybe some day.” You reply, turning to head to your last stop for the day—the Three Broomsticks.

And when the night gets long, perhaps a little bit too long, your friends joining in for a few drinks—you don’t even notice Mattheo slipping away for a few minutes.

But what you do notice? The smirk on his face for the rest of the night.

And when you wake up the next morning, you realise why.

A white box, wrapped with a ribbon, waiting for you. You recognize the brand immediately—one of the finest dressmakers in England—specifically the designer of the dress you’ve wanted for months.

When you open the lid, your fingers brush over the material—soft, silky—familiar.

You don’t hesitate, immediately knocking on Mattheo’s door.

As soon as the door opens, he sees the impossibly happy look on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him.

And that’s how he knows it was all worth it.

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OH MY! congrats on the 400 followers!!! and for the event can't you write some angst with sylus x nonmc, please??? don't know if you have listened to WILDFLOWER by Billie eilish, but i really wanna see what would be born out of that??? not pressure tho! (also sorry for my english but im not a native speaker haha)

thank you!! this was an amazing request! it took me a while to write it, but i really like this. i hope you do too!

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The base hadn’t been quiet in months.

It was nice, you thought. A welcome change. In all your years at Onychinus there was always a tense silence. Always something that seemed to say this was an operation, not a home.

That all changed when Miss Hunter arrived, though.

Everything seemed warmer, splashes of color dotted around and a constant hum of chatter echoed through the space.

You’d never seen Sylus like this. Even when he was laughing and messing around with Luke and Kieran, he hadn’t allowed himself to be this happy. It seemed like there was something holding him back, something expectant.

Now the air was lighter, his shoulders lost their tension, his laughs came more freely. Things seemed to be looking up.

That made the newfound silence all the more jarring.

Miss Hunter had left just as quickly as she’d came. It wasn’t a huge ordeal. She hadn’t made a big deal out of it. There was just an conversation, spoken in quiet tones behind closed doors. Next thing you knew, she was gone in a mess of tears and broken promises.

You’d let Sylus alone for a time after that. Taken up the responsibilities of Onychinus in his stead, the role practically second nature ever since he’d promoted you to second-in-command a few years ago.

It was quiet again. You didn’t see much of the Boss, and you never expected to see Miss Hunter again.

But she’d shown up at your doorstep one night within the first week of their separation. Tear tracks on her cheeks and a heart-wrenching sob asking for someone to talk to.

You’d obliged, of course. How could you turn her away when she was like this? Pulling her into you, rubbing her back as she sobbed into your shoulder. She blubbered that she didn’t have anyone to talk to, that none of her friends really knew Sylus enough to cry about him to.

She explained that even if they weren’t together, she didn’t want to expose him and his identity like that.

You nodded, holding her close as she seemed to cry herself dry. She did most of the talking that night. Talking about how it had been a mutual decision, how they both felt like they just weren’t right for each other.

Miss Hunter had said she never expected falling out of love to hurt so bad.

The next morning, Sylus emerged from his room for the first time in four days. Silvery hair messy, eyes bloodshot, usually steady hands now trembling at his sides.

You sat with him. Wordlessly offered him a cup of coffee. He took it with a nod of thanks, holding it close instead of drinking it, like he was willing its burning warmth to thaw the cold that had taken over.

It became a routine. You’d sit with him, allow the quiet that had been uncomfortable, that had had something missing, to settle until it became something resembling understanding.

Sylus tried to distract himself with the work of Onychinus. You limited his access and told him he needed to sit with his grief and understand it before it consumed him entirely, not avoid it with gunfights and business deals.

Sylus never was able to fight you when you got like this.

He let you take care of him in a way no one had in a long time. It was gentle, quiet. A cup of tea here, a gentle reminder there. Never asking too many questions, never pushing for something more. He didn’t mention how much he appreciated it. He knew he didn’t have to.

You should have seen it coming, you thought. He was vulnerable. You were there. You should have expected it when the touches began to linger, when he began reaching for you.

You always thought of her when he did that.

Maybe you brushed it off because you thought you’d never compare to her. After all, what was the worry, when she was so bright and outgoing when you just seemed to fade into the background.

“No one knows me as well as you do,” Sylus muttered one night, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve always been there for me. I think— no, I know…”

Your breathing felt like it stopped. All you could think of, all you could see in the back of your mind was Miss Hunter. Should you feel this guilty? This hurt?

Were you just a replacement, something to fill the void, that fresh wound that kept bleeding?

“I love you,” Sylus whispered, low and reverent.

You didn’t move your hand from his. You didn’t say how all you could think about was how Miss Hunter must have felt.

Sylus didn’t mean to hurt you. You knew that.

Maybe being quiet was for the best.

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[porcalinecunt]

ouh,,, not me playing genshin while sending this but it’s not my fault!! it’s hard to think of anything else other than keisuke, he’s constantly on my mind, 24/7!</3

all i can think about right now, god just imagine his bloodied fists balling up in your hair after a damned fight he almost lost—despite the countless of wounds on his body from the fight, he had you, the leader of the enemy gang that he gained all these wounds from, on your knees sucking him off like a good boy. just to taunt and fuck with your head, to show you and your defeated gang how much better he is. how much stronger, he is. the way he would lick the blood dribbling down his fangs from a previous punch to his nose was so cocky yet so fucking sexy.

and i can practically just hear it ringing in my ears repeatedly—the degrading words, the cussing and the way he moans so prettily, calling you names, ’whore’, ’bitch boy’.. even daring to call you weak. but the endurance of your throat as he relentlessly facefucked you said otherwise. not even a single gag tearing from your sore throat, and he had to admit, it was impressive. and it seemed he now found himself a new toy he just had to indulge in more often for.. ’personal’ matters.. ♡

ahem, let’s play guess who, toni! :3

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 .ᐟ

🫗ᯓ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ you really shouldn’t have crossed toman’s first division and it’s feared captain, but you allowed your ego to get the better of you. really, what did you expect ?

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ྀི . ° . 𝐜𝐰 — ftm! reader , hair pulling , mentions of violence , blood , oral , face fucking , public(?) , degradation , humiliation , reader honesty gets humbled lmao , baji being a meanie :(

𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: omg heyyy pup <33 sorry this took a while but i wrote this all in a whim bc im horny for this man and his brutality :3 i hope i did this one justice, im not too happy with how this turned out :/

ᥫ᭡. ~ you were stupid. really really stupid.

now here you were, dragged by your hair while your face and body ached from the blows you’ve taken from baji. those red marks were already bruising by the time he crushed you and your men, an embarrassing defeat that weighed more then the ravenette’s iron grip on your scalp.

his silence alone was terrifying, everytime your gaze shifts to him, amber eyes filled with fury would bore holes into your skull with just one glance. it’s no wonder why his members fear him so badly, so much so that they’d beat and strip anyone who dared to spit on his name. a fate better then whatever he’s planned for you, someone who crossed his line and kicked it off the damn sand with an arrogant boldness belonging to a fool. you were so naive, believing your title of commander being a shield against anyone. you wore that crown proudly, a free pass to challenge whoever the hell you wanted and walk away with a couple scraps and your head held high.

until baji came and stomped out that crown. you could feel his annoyance as he threw you against the concrete wall of a deserted structure. pain tore through your head as you could only sit there in a daze, only to be lightly slapped out of it.

“you ain’t dead yet? good.” he growled with a low tone, he sounded more like a beast then a man. looked like one, blood still gushing from his nose with his brows furrowed into a stone glare. those freaky fuckin’ eyes of his, if he wasn’t human, you’d be gazed upon by an animal. “so..what’cha gonna do to me now?” you grunted out. “gonna fuck me up even more, huh?” you couldn’t help but chuckle even if hurt your face to do so. baji slapped you again, a bit harder this time. he was losing his patience by the second you sat there, and his dick growing in his pants. you weren’t laughing for long once a familiar click! made you freeze on the spot.

it happened too fast, now your throat was stuffed with nothing but your enemy’s girth. baji now staring down at you as loud groans echo off the walls as he fucks his length in and out of your mouth, treating it like a new pocket pussy for him. you could only grip his thighs tightly, swallowing every inch of him. your eyes, almost syrupy from stray tears, ran up and down his beaten body. every bruise, cut and scratch you left him made themselves visible due to his jacket being long discarded. you couldn’t help yourself but to admit that he looked damn fine, body sculpted by the gods themselves and scarred by his years of constant fighting.

“look at ya, talkin’ so tough earlier..” he groans, tongue sticking out to lick the blood off his canines. “should’ve just sucked m’dick and got this over with.”

he taunts, shoving his dick further until you were pressed against his pelvis. sweat, iron and musk filled your nose until you could taste him. “fuckkk..you’re good at this..” he chuckled, leaning down slightly until the position forced your body to be squished between him and the wall. “you’ve done this before, yeah?” he asked, a gleeful sadism traced his tone. you knew lying to him wouldn’t do shit, you could only nod to his suspicions. he wasn’t the first man you’ve given grade fuckin’ A head to, and he certainly wasn’t going to be the last. rather, he’ll be your only.

“shit? really? haha!” he was so cruel to you, yet his manic laugh went straight into your aching pussy. you loved this, you crossed his line into something else entirely. “talking all that talk!—hgn..now y’telling this?” you felt blood, his blood, drip onto your face as he leans over you.

“skank. disgusting fu—cking skank.♡”

you mewled in response, eyes almost shut from his tip poking at the back of your throat. you knew he was close, from his thrusts getting sloppier to his cock twitching and spurting his hot seed into your mouth. his verbal tirade worsening it’s abuse the closer he gets to his edge. “weak bitch. my weak cock lovin’ bitch, you hear?” you nodded, you didn’t even know what you were doing by agreeing with whatever the hell he was saying, it mattered not though, not with how good he feels nestled in your throat. ♡

“cummin’—fuck! drink that shit up..like a good lil’ bitch.” he barked before losing his words to low moans and shoving your nose into his drenched bush, painting your throat and mouth white. he wouldn’t let your head go until he emptied every last drop of his cum into your stomach, watching your eyes roll to your brain until he could only see your whites.

finally, he shoves you off of his dick, leaving you breathless and a drooling mess. though, he did notice the lack of cum dripping from your mouth. a grin stretched onto his lips upon the realization that you really did swallow it all up like he asked you too! an idea popped into his head, his huge palm clasped your cheeks and turned your fucked out gaze onto his.

“you ain’t all bad. why don’t ya be my boytoy? ♡”

© porcalinecunt 🍷 𓂃۶ৎ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[ccarisi]

stepdad!sonny not being able to get it up with your mom now that he’s had you. they’re fighting over it because suggests he take something to help. he gets pissed because HE isn’t the problem. he keeps sneaking into your room all sexually frustrated and pent up and takes it out on you…omg I need it

i rlly liked this so i immediately wrote a lil smth… disclaimer im exhausted and in a lot of pain so it’s not the best but i hope you like it 😭💖

warnings: age gap, stepcest, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink, daddy/dad kink, idk the usual ccarisi content, mdni

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The gentle creek of your bedroom door opening wakes you from your sleep, and the sight that greets you isn’t an unusual one. You’re used to Sonny sneaking into your room before he heads off to sleep, and being honest you find it hard to sleep without him getting you off.

Sonny was happy to oblige of course. He’s made it a part of his routine to slip in your room once your mom was asleep for the night knowing you’re awake waiting for him.

Who the fuck was she to accuse him of not being a man? He was more than capable in that department, you remind him of that fact almost everyday with how quickly you come undone as he drives his cock into you.

He doesn’t need her, not when he has you. His sweet angel who lies there and takes it and never once complains. Daddy’s sweet perfect angel.

You have little time to react before Sonny’s positioning himself between your legs, hardening cock heavy in his hand. You were more effective than any pill could ever be.

He’s always sure to warm you up first between his mouth and his fingers, but not tonight. Tonight he was going to take what was his.

“Nothin’ on underneath, huh? Y’knew I was comin’ didn’t, ya?” Sonny murmurs as he drags his cock through your slick folds. Much to his own satisfaction you were soaked, and he barely laid a hand on you. “Waitin’ for Daddy to come take care of things?”

He’ll take care of you the way he knows best.

Without wasting another second Sonny pushes himself inside your tiny puffy hole, stretching you in a way that’s both painful and intoxicating. Your eyes flutter shut as he settles into a steady rhythm while you whine from each deep and brutal thrust.

There was something off about him tonight, his usual sweet and tender movements border on animalistic as he pounds into your throbbing pussy.

“Y’like it when Daddy’s rough with ya? Remindin’ ya who ya fuckin’ belong to?” Sonny growls low in your ear as his thighs harshly slap against yours. The possibility of your mom waking up isn’t an issue to him, maybe then she’ll see how he fucks when he’s actually turned on.

You limply hold onto his bicep as he fucks you stupid, whining and drooling against his shoulder as you try to keep quiet. Your pussy gushes around his cock and you can hear it with every sloppy thrust. “Who’s makin’ ya feel this good, baby? C’mon, lemme hear ya.”

The head of his cock hits that special spot that only he knows and you squeal, burying yourself into his neck as his larger frame crushes you into the mattress. “Y—you, you are.” You moan weakly against his skin.

“I said, lemme fuckin’ hear ya. Who’s makin’ ya feel good?” Sonny repeats with a particularly harsh thrust as he pulls your face away from him. “You Daddy— you make me feel so good—“ you cry as he rubs against your g-spot over and over again.

“That’s right, only Daddy can fuck ya this good.” Your mattress creaks with every thrust and you feel that spring coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

He can tell you're close by the way your pussy gushes and clenches around him. With just a few firm rubs on your clit the spring snaps as your hips jerk and your orgasm washes over you.

“Dad, dad, dad—“ you cry into his shoulder as you pulse around him, dripping and leaving a puddle of arousal on your sheets.

Your release triggers his own, spurred on by the fact that he’s the one responsible for making you cum this hard. “Fuck that’s it, y’love Daddy’s cock don’t ya? Love bein’ Daddy’s little whore. Gonna stuff ya fuckin’ full of me—“

Sonny’s back bows as he fills you with his warm, sticky spend. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his cum spurt against your walls, filling you so completely.

“That’s it, take every drop baby. Maybe it’ll take this time, eh?” He laughs breathlessly as he leaves a chaste kiss against your lips as he languidly thrusts his cum inside you.

After giving you a moment to recover Sonny pulls out as he watches his cum spill out of you onto your sheets. ‘Maybe you should try a pill?’ If only she could see the ropes of cum he just dumped inside you.

[tf-boi]

Rubber

"I'm off to work!" Jake said, putting on his work shoes. He was going to his job as a night shift worker at a local spa.

"You seem happy to be going to that gay spa" Charlie, Jake's boyfriend, said.

"Not really, we're understaffed today, so I'm gonna be working the front, then hope its slow enough that I can clean the place and restocks and ughhhh" Jake moaned.

"Wow that sucks. They didn't hire anyone new yet?"

"Nope so it's just me tonight."

Charlie got up and walked towards Jake "Should I help?"

"Nah Charlie, you wouldn't want to." Jake denied.

Charlie hugged his boyfriend and whispered "Well if you finish work early we can borrow one of the rooms and fuck."

Jake blushed, "W-well sure...if you don't mind" he put his hands over his excited cock.

"Cool then its settled then" Charlie said putting on his shoes and jacket.

The pair arrived to Jake's work, the new gay soa that opened up in town. On the outside it looks like an ok hotel but on the inside it has pools, saunas, hot tubs, and even private rooms for people to rent.

"Your late!" Said an annoyed looking twink behind the counter.

Jake put his hand behind his back. "Sorry Dave, traffic was rough".

"Whatever..." Dave said getting out from behind the counter, showing he only had the staff shirt and a pair of speedos on, his bulge looking to big to be on a twink but nobody questions it, only crave it.

Dave pointed at Charlie "And who's that?"

"My boyfriend" Jake said "He's gonna help me out tonight."

"Wait thats smart, I should have asked my boyfriend to work with me." Dave said, impressed with Jake's idea.

"Yeah so you mind loaning him your shirt?"

Dave rolled his eyes and took his shirt of, revealing his thin figure tp the world. He tossed it to Jake. "I'll be im the pool for a bit if you need back up"

"Thanks Dave!" The two workers waving goodbye to each other.

Jake handed Charlie the shirt and watched him put it on. "Ok you can man the front desk. Its pretty simple, they come in, enter their info on the tablet. Then you take their money and hand them a locker key." Charlie nodded as if thinking this task was simple enough. He sat behind the counter where Dave was. Jake grabbed some cleaning supplies and walked off. Through out the night Charlie did as Jake told, some of the patrons even grabbing a condom from the bowl. Charlie sat there thinking about Dave's massive bulge, how he wanted it in him. Charlie and Jake were dating but both of them prefer to bottom so they'd often get others to join in with them. A few hours passed and Jake returned. "Hows it goung babe?" Charlie asked enthusiastically. "Its going alright" Charlie responded "But the condom bowl is empty".

Jake looked at the bowl and gave out a small gasp.

He ran to the supply closet and emerged a few minutes. "Aw crap we're out". Jake sighed.

"Oh well." Charlie said putting his head in his hand.

"Its not 'oh well' babe one of our selling points was we gave out free condoms!"

Jake started to panic but then stopped at looked at Charlie with puppy dog eyes.

As if he knew what Jake was thinking, Charlie snarled "No way not happening"

"Pleeeeease" Jake begged "I'll get Dave to fuck you if you let me."

"W-what??" Charlie gasped.

"Please babe you weren't exactly subtle staring at him."

Charlie blushed "Can you really do that?"

"Yeah he's pretty wild. A few times I ended up inside that monster! He even churned me into cum and splattered me all over the shower room wall. I ended up respawning in the sewer."

Charlie turned red at the image of his boyfriend getting cock vored by his coworker. He then sighed. "Sure do your thing".

Jake grinned and twirled his fingers. Suddenly Charlue started sinking as his body is being dissolved into a pile of condoms. Soon his entire body was reduced to a pile on condoms. Jake scooped up his boyfriend and filled the condom bowl with him.

"You better turn me back!" Charlie's voice echoed in Jake's head.

"Don't worry as long as I have one of you I can turn you back." Jake picked one up and twirled his fingers once again making the condom glow for a moment. "There, I put most of your soul and mind into this one so I should be good." He said, putting Charlie into his pocket.

Jake sat back behind the counter taking over for Charlie.

Throughout the night, more and more customers come into the spa and grab a condom from the bowl. Charlie moaned in his mind as he felt his multiple condom bodies being used. He felt large and small dicks, soft gentle thrusts and wild animal-like thrusts. Jake got an erection as his mental link with Charlie meant that he felt what he felt as well. "I-i should have thought this through. . . " Jake said, putting one of his hands in his pants massaging his cock.

"N-no you should do this more often! AHHHH~" Charlie moaned in Jake's mind.

As the night goes on, Jake gasps and huffs in lust as he saw each of the guests leave one by one. Soon it was 5AM, closing time for the Spa, which was really just an hour between the night and day shift for cleaning.

"Phew almost done. . ." Jake said reaching for the rest of Charlie's condoms. A hand swoops in and grabs the rest of them, it was Dave looking like he enjoyed his night.

"Good work Jake," Dave winked "Uhhh where's your boyfriend?"

"Oh uhhh. . . he went home a few hours ago, he's not used to the night shift."

"Oh shame, I wanted to do a threesome to top my night off, but you will do for tonight."

Jake blushed "W-what? No way I gotta clean this place for the day shift!"

Dave giggled "Oh nah, I spent the last hour or so cleaning the rooms as the customers left, I was thinking of how I would fuck the both of you when your shift was done."

Jake stuttered "well . . I. . .ummm I don't know if Char-char would approve. . . "

"Do it!" Echoed Charlie's voice "I want to feel that dick in me too!"

Slowly Charlie's horniness slowly leaked into Jake's mind and he felt like he couldn't say no. "S-sure Dave!" Jake shouted as he followed Dave into an empty bedroom.

The two begin to make out as Dave slowly strips Jake down.

Jake moaned into Dave's mouth as they fall onto a bed. After making out for a while longer, Dave broke off and stared at his prey. He removed his speedo revealing his massive cock. Jake was in awe of his third leg begging for it to be inside him. Dave went to work shoving his cock into Jake's ass raw. "Ahh Ahhh" Jake moaned as his coworker wrecked his asshole.

"You like that bitch?" Dave barked, dominating Jake.

"Yes daddy, harder!" Jake pleaded

Dave happily abided as he fucked Jake faster and harder.

"Holy shit his cock is so massive!" Charlie thought as he was mentally fucked by Dave. "Damn, good thing I'm a condom right now, I would have cummed by now!"

Dave soon slowed down and shoved his rocker deeper and deeper into Charlie. Dave then lifted Charlie up and fucked him against the wall.

"ahh ahhh" Jaked moaned as his mind is insides are being rearranged by Dave's giant cock. He held him and gripped Dave's back as his ass is taking the beating of a lifetime. Dave took this as a sign to go harder as he sped up his pounding. After a few more thrusts, Dave moaned as pumps and pumps of cum comes out of his dick and into Jake. He placed him onto the bed as he fills Jake up, expanding his stomach with his cum. When Jake looked like he was full, Dave pulled out and continued to jizz all over Jake's body.

Covered in cum, Jake moaned as he tried to catch his breath "D-dave I think you went too hard! This place is a mess. . ."

Dave didn't respond and suddenly Jake felt his feet being wrapped in a warm embrace. "W-what" Jake muttered as he looked down, seeing his feet disappear into Dave's cock. "Dammit Dave!" Jake protested.

Dave smirked as he sucked Dave's legs into his cock slit. "I was gonna cock vore both of you guys but you will have to do for today! After you reform tell loverboy about it so I can fill up both my balls!"

Jake tried resisting but gave up as soon as he realizes the fucking he just had drained all of his energy, he gave up as his chest goes into Dave's cock. The world goes dark as his head is enveloped into Dave's monster cock leaving the shape of his body visible from the outside of Jake's cock. His cock sucked him into one of Dave's nuts. Jake rolls up in the fetal position as he gets comfortable in Dave's ball sack. Jake moaned as he felt the walls of his new home massaging him turning him into more spunk for Dave. On the outside, Dave was masterbating to help speed up the process. Jake felt his skin go white and soft as his body is broken down do sperm. As Dave stroke his cock, the condom that contained most of Charlie's mind fell out of Jake's pocket. Dave smirked as he picked Charlie up and wrapped his cock with Charli's condom body. Charlie moaned as he felt him being massaged by Dave's hand over Dave's cock. After a few more strokes, Jake has fully become conscious sperm. Jake then felt his new home pushing him out as his cum body exits Dave's cock and into Charlie's condom body. "Ahh ahhh" Dave moaned as he filled charlie up with Jake. Charlie felt like he was gonna pop when he was filled up to the size of a watermelon.

Dave carefully took charlie off and tied a knot so Jake won't spill out.

"Dammit Dave!" Jake thought as he made his body slosh inside Charlie.

"We HAVE to do this again!" Charlie begged.

Dave walked over and picked up Charlie filled with Jake.

"Well at least I didn't cum into drain this time" Dave teased as he tossed Charlie and Jake into his locker. "You should reform by the time your shift starts, see you later!" Dave said as he closed his locker door.

[meowmeowclancy]

push on through

some linocut oldies station prints i made!!! writing is pen and sharpie :) i’m gonna do some versions with color too so stay tuned for those!! bts pics below the cut in case u also think the process is interesting ↴

↳ trying desperately to figure out how on god’s green earth im gonna do the knobs when the fuck ass buttons were the real problem

↳the finished (dirty oops) block + of course (a fraction) the mess

ive never posted art before this is kinda nerve-wracking?? i also cant draw well but printmaking is fun which means i have cool ideas but i dont have the skill set to do them all, so i was really happy with how this one turned out :)

[kituono]

𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪ㅤ𓈒 Yandere Werewolf small fic.

W/c: 1016

A/N ┊ GUESS WHOS BACK SHADYS BACK/j HAYO im coming back for like a short amount of time and surprisingly I made a fic that's like 1000 words?!? OK SO he's not like ur average werewolf guys pls give him a chance lol I'll be happy if atleast 1 person reads it NOT PROOFREAD Im sorry im lazy pls

No spicy stuff sorry guys :(

PAIRING ┊Yan!Werewolf x You.

TW ┊ Dead body, Mentions of stalking, obsession but not a cutesy your mine type of way yknow? Would kill for you, literally

Many of the villagers have mumbled and whispered about a werewolf prancing about. Such nonsense couldn't be believed by you. To see is to believe...

Everyone shut their doors that night, the moon was full after all. Nocturnal beasts were not something to snicker at. A werewolf has no choice but to turn into a beast, when the moon is out they have no choice over their body. You could hear a beast howling in the night, its crying echoed throughout the forest and sent chills down your spine.

Mary, your friend has reassured you nothing will come to harm the both of you. After all this town was filled with many rumors, and words of the town meant nothing to us. Superstition was nothing but words spoken by elders to scare kids, werewolves, old hags, and vampires were but old fairy tales.

The sun shone on your skin, the rays blinded you and you started to feel a little lightheaded from all this sun. The morning sun never fails to shine brightly in your face and make you regret coming outside. The weather smelled of freshly baked dough and bird poo. You bumped into a man who was currently runningーhastily in fact! He looked like he was going to be late at any moment to something, or for someone. His face was gaunt and slim but his body was muscular and lean, dirt was stained on his cheeks and nose. He ended up bumping into you, and the collision made you both fumble backward and you dropped whatever groceries you bought that day. He dropped a few pieces of bread which now were sullied from the dirty gravel.

“S’cuse me! Sorry!-” He panted before trying to get up and tried to get as much bread as he could from the floor. A merchant, who was a little plump and had some stubble, approached the boy.

“oi! You!- Don't you know better than to steal?!”

Spat the merchant from whom the boy stole from. The boy didn't fight back, he couldn't. He didn't have the strength to even stand up after such a harsh beating from the merchant afterward. Most of the folk stared at the boy who was lying there, then carried on with their day. Not even stopping to help out the boy, they were afraid of getting stolen from him. You too joined in the crowd and ignored the fellow. As heartless as this was, there wasn't much you could do to help him anyway; your groceries were now a little bruised from falling out of your bag, but they were still good to eat and none of them can be spoiled just from a little dirt.

You walked through the streets, watching horses pass by and people. Your mind was still stuck on the poor boyーand how he looked. But, It was a common sight to see people go through such desperate acts to get an ounce of food.

The boy lingered in your mind for days until you soon forgot about him a few weeks later, and you never saw him again in the streets. It seemed like he had already got caught or chased out because of his misbehaving. That's when you heard shuffling nearby. It was the same disheveled boy you saw earlier. He was rummaging around the town to find scraps of food, his itchy hands wanting something to steal. His face looked starved more than usual, there was nothing. Not even a bit of money to buy anything. Not wanting to feel guilty this time, you decided to reach into your pockets to give a few coins to him.

When you offered a small bundle of coins, he was elated to see such kindness from someone. He looked.. more like a happy puppy. His posture wasn't straight and refined but more hunched, his hands were rough, and the texture of his skin on yours was interesting, to say the least.

“thank you..” he whispered in a soft voice, his throat coarse and it made yours feel itchy in a way.

He ran off, with the little coins you gave him. Maybe he was just a common beggar, after all, it hurt your peace of mind that you possibly just gave a no-good thief money to spend on something that wasn't food.

Surely the good deed you did would reward you? But nothing good has come yet. Only suffering, it seemed everyone around you was wary after that incident. It seemed the werewolf everyone was talking about has now placed its target on you, rumors spread like wildfire to avoid you or else they'll be taken too.

Mary had been too close to you, the wolf had noticed such a thing. It was a horrific sight, her body mangled and bruised in the forest. Her limbs dislocated and cracked, it was as if a vile animal attacked her. But no such thing could be done by an animal in the forest. Not even a coyote could do something like this. Only tiny flies swarmed around her, attracted to her scent.

The loss was nothing to the werewolf, only attracted to you. Fond was the boy, he could not approach you directly but only howl at night and lose his humanity, but his lust and love for you hadn't gone. Envious of the others who came near your kindness, it sickened the werewolf. In exchange for his loyalty, you unknowingly gave him something he wished for; generosity. No one could love a man who possesses lycanthropy. To the point where they'd ostracize him even if he did no wrong to the village but eat wildlife in the forest, and a few of their barn animals too.

For the rest of your life, it was a cat-and-mouse chase, he wanted to devour you whole. He desperately yearned for just an ounce of your affection, anything to satisfy his heart from the constant cycle of changing. The poor beggar you saw that day hadn't forgotten you as you thought, instead, he made your life hell if you weren't cooperative with him.

@kituono

[wrappedinpinklace]

Out of Bounds, Chapter Twelve.

(author’s note!! hii everyone, i kinda have the ending of the fic planned out in my head, and i don’t think we are much further from it, dw it’s a happy ending im not that mean </3, xoxo angel!!)

Your dorm was quiet.

Your roommate had gone off with her boyfriend for the night, again. “Don’t wait up!” she’d said, followed by a wink that made you roll your eyes—and you were left alone with nothing but a Transfiguration textbook, a flickering candle, and your own traitorous thoughts.

You were doing great. Amazing, actually. Your grades were top of the year, Professor Nygma had even praised your last essay, and the whispers that once followed you like a second shadow had finally died down. You had healed.

…Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But still—still—you thought of him.

Jason Todd.

You hated how easily his name still formed in your mind. You hated how your body remembered him even when you were trying so hard to forget. The way his hands felt on your skin, the way his breath tickled your neck when he murmured things he’d never say in the daylight. The way his voice rasped when he said your name like it was the only word that mattered.

You hated how much you missed him.

And Merlin help you, you hated how much you wanted him.

It started with a thought. Just a thought. A flash of him shirtless at practice, sweat glistening on his chest. His hair tousled, his smirk dangerous.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts before you could even talk yourself out of it.

This is stupid, you thought. Don’t do this. You’re fine. You don’t need him. You don’t—

But then your fingers moved and your back arched, and for one wild moment you imagined it was his hand instead of yours. His voice whispering dirty praise into your ear. His body over yours.

And all thoughts of guilt drowned beneath the sound of your own ragged breath.

⸻

Meanwhile, Jason?

Jason hadn’t slept properly in days.

He was tired, pissed off, and obsessed—utterly, pathetically obsessed—with you. Everything reminded him of you. Your perfume in the hallway. Your handwriting in the margins of a shared textbook. The stupid way your laugh echoed in his mind like a curse.

He needed to see you.

He needed to try.

It wasn’t like you gave him the chance. You avoided him like he was cursed. Wouldn’t look at him in class, wouldn’t speak to him in passing, wouldn’t even so much as glance his way unless Dick or Steph was around to intercept.

But tonight? Tonight the castle was quiet. Your roommate was gone—he saw her himself—and Jason had always been good at breaking rules.

He slipped through the dark like it was second nature, silent, a shadow. He murmured the password Steph always used (he knew it, of course he did), climbed the staircase with practiced ease, and stopped in front of your dorm door.

His heart beat louder than it had in weeks. He knocked once—soft, hesitant. No answer. He turned the knob. Unlocked. Jason stepped inside.

And what he saw—

What he saw made the world stop spinning.

You. In bed. Skin flushed, eyes closed, legs spread, hand between your thighs, head tilted back, mouth parted in a breathy moan of his name you didn’t even realize you said.

“…Jason.”

He froze.

His brain said leave. Turn around. Pretend you never saw this.

But his body—his traitorous, desperate, aching body—stayed rooted in place, watching you fall apart under your own touch like a prayer whispered in the dark.

You gasped, sitting up, eyes flying open. And when you saw him—really saw him—you nearly screamed.

“W-What—Jason?! What the hell are you doing here?!”

He should have left. He really should’ve.

But instead, he stepped forward, closing the door behind him with a soft click, locking it this time. And even though you were still flushed and panting, your eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Get out.”

Jason didn’t move.

“You said my name,” he said, voice low, somewhere between awe and agony. “I didn’t mean to walk in on you but—you said my name.”

“Old habit,” you snapped, pulling your blanket up, heart thundering. “Don’t let it go to your overinflated head.”

But you couldn’t ignore how dark his eyes had gone. How his chest rose and fell as he tried to keep himself together. How the room suddenly felt much too small for the two of you.

He took a step closer.

And you didn’t stop him.

Not yet.

You didn’t remember climbing into his lap.

You didn’t remember pulling his shirt over his head or kissing your way down his chest, but there you were—thighs wrapped around his waist, back against the pillows, skin pressed against skin like you’d die if there was even an inch between you.

“Still mad at me?” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling slow against yours. Torturously slow.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Furious.”

“Good,” he said, voice a low growl as he thrust forward—deep, hard, and deliberate. “You always fuck me better when you’re angry.”

You moaned—loud, uninhibited—as your fingers clawed at his back, grounding yourself in the only thing that made sense anymore: him.

Jason didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Your name left his lips like a prayer, over and over again, half-muttered between kisses, between curses, between moans that escaped despite himself. You were everywhere—wrapped around him, clinging to him, seared into his skin like a spell he couldn’t shake.

You dragged your lips along his jaw, biting lightly at the corner of his mouth, “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Wasn’t trying to,” he rasped, hand sliding beneath your thigh, lifting you to meet each thrust, “Just need to feel you again. That’s all I’ve wanted.”

You were soaking—slick, warm, tight—and every movement drew a new sound from the both of you. The room was thick with it, the slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the stifled moans you tried and failed to bite back.

“Jason,” you gasped as he hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

His grip on your hips tightened.

“I know, baby. I know.” He leaned in and kissed your temple, something softer layered beneath the hunger. “I’ve got you.”

You came hard, fingers digging into his back, mouth falling open as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew. He didn’t stop, not until he was right behind you, shuddering through his own climax with a broken groan against your neck.

And for a second—just a second—the world was quiet.

No heartbreak. No rumors. No betrayal.

Just two people in a messy bed, hearts still racing, bodies tangled together, unwilling to let go.

⸻

Jason stayed longer than he should have.

His breathing had finally evened out, and for a moment, he looked like he might say something—something real. But instead, he just sat there at the edge of your bed, head bowed, fingers twitching slightly like he was debating reaching for you again. You didn’t speak, and neither did he. It was quieter that way, safer.

Eventually, he stood.

You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, hesitating. Like he was waiting for you to ask him to stay—or to scream at him to go. You did neither.

“G’night,” he murmured, voice hoarse and low as he pulled on his shirt.

You just nodded, your face unreadable, your body still bare beneath the sheets. And when he stepped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, you stared at it for a long moment.

The second it latched shut, the silence hit.

You sank back into your pillows, limbs heavy and sated, every nerve still humming. Your body was still warm from him—your thighs sticky, your lips swollen, your skin littered with the ghost of his touch. He lingered in the air like cologne and trouble.

And god, it had been good. So good.

You hated how good it had been.

Your fingers grazed over your neck, over the little bruise blooming there from where he’d sucked too hard, and you couldn’t help the soft breath that left your lips—half frustration, half satisfaction. You hated him. You hated him for lying. For breaking you. For making you miss him. But mostly, you hated that your body still ached for him, even now.

There was no way this was a one-time thing.

You weren’t delusional enough to believe that. Not with the way you moved together like a match to a flame. There was something brewing now—something inevitable. Dangerous.

A situationship. That was the word for it, wasn’t it?

Not love. Not yet.

But not hate either. Not anymore.

And that? That was the most dangerous part of all.

⸻

You were doing so well at hiding it.

You’d avoided the common rooms, skipped breakfast in the Great Hall, even wore a scarf indoors like an idiot to cover your neck. But of course, Stephanie Brown was many things—and oblivious was not one of them.

It started with the scarf. “Okay, what is this? Fashion from the Ministry of Silly Walks?” she teased, tugging on the edge of the fabric.

You tried to deflect. “I was cold.”

“In ninety degree weather?” she deadpanned. And then she yanked the scarf down.

There was a pause.

Then, “Oh my god.”

Your heart dropped. “Stephanie, I swear—”

“You swore you were done with him.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no words came out. What could you even say? It wasn’t supposed to happen? I was horny and lonely and he has really nice hands?

Stephanie’s eyes widened even more as it fully sank in. “Wait—was this last night? Oh my god. You had sex with Jason Todd. Again?!”

You dragged a hand down your face and sank onto the edge of your bed. “Please lower your voice.”

Stephanie slammed your door shut and leaned against it dramatically. “Girl. Why?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. It just… happened.”

She crossed her arms. “People don’t just accidentally fall onto Jason Todd’s—”

“Stephanie.”

“I’m just saying!” She threw her hands up. “I mean, part of me is mad at you because hello, heartbreak and betrayal, but also… I’m impressed. Proud, even. He’s hot. I get it. I do.”

You gave her a look, but your cheeks warmed anyway.

Stephanie softened a bit, dropping onto the bed beside you. “Okay, okay, real talk. Do you… still want him?”

You didn’t answer right away. You stared at the floor, fingers twisting in the hem of your jumper. “I don’t know. I mean—yes. But also no. I don’t trust him. I shouldn’t even like him. But my brain and my body are apparently no longer on speaking terms.”

Stephanie nodded slowly, tapping her fingers against her leg. “That’s fair. But… just promise me you’re not going to let this turn into a thing unless he earns it. Like, actually proves he’s not an emotionally constipated disaster.”

“I’m not planning anything,” you muttered. “It was just one night.”

Stephanie raised a brow.

You winced. “…Okay maybe not just one night.”

“Y/N.”

“I know! I know. I’m doomed.”

Stephanie sighed, bumping her shoulder into yours. “Maybe. But at least you’re doomed with good taste.”

You both laughed softly. The kind of laugh that came with too much history and not enough wisdom. But there was comfort in that.

And maybe, for now, that was enough.

⸻

You hadn’t even been in the library for five minutes before the peace was disturbed.

Of course it was him.

Nathan.

You were halfway through annotating a Defense essay, quill tucked behind your ear, head down, when his voice slid into your space like an oil spill.

“Well, well,” he drawled, casually leaning on the edge of your table, “I didn’t expect to find you here alone. No bodyguard boyfriend shadowing your every move today?”

You didn’t even look up. “I’m trying to study.”

“And I’m trying to have a conversation. I’d say we’re both failing.” He smirked, eyes trailing lazily over your parchment. “Didn’t expect you to bounce back so quickly. Maybe heartbreak’s just a phase for you.”

You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening around your quill. “Walk away, Nathan.”

He grinned. “You know, since you’re available again, I might—”

“Try finishing that sentence,” came a familiar voice from behind him, “and I’ll make sure you don’t have enough teeth left to say another one.

Nathan turned slowly. “Ah. Speak of the devil.”

Jason stood with his arms crossed, still damp from Quidditch practice, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes hard as stone. You hated how good he looked angry.

Jason stepped forward, crowding Nathan slightly. “Don’t you have some Ravenclaw strategy meeting to be at? Or is losing all the time finally catching up to you?”

Nathan scoffed, standing his ground. “We’ll see who’s losing after the match next week.”

Jason smirked darkly. “Right. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. Maybe you’ll win this time.” His tone was all sarcasm, sharp and lethal.

Nathan straightened his collar and gave you one last look before sauntering off. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

Jason watched him go with murder in his eyes before turning to you. “You okay?”

You sighed and closed your book. “Yes. I was fine. I am fine. I don’t need saving.”

Jason tilted his head. “Didn’t look like you were enjoying the conversation.”

“I wasn’t. But I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.” He said it gently. “But I still wasn’t gonna let him talk to you like that.”

You looked at him, trying not to soften. Trying not to be grateful.

But you were.

You turned back to your parchment, pretending not to notice the way your heart was still hammering.

You watched Nathan disappear between the tall shelves, and only then did you finally exhale.

Jason lingered nearby, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform trousers, but you didn’t look at him. Not right away. You were still trying to catch your breath, still trying to ignore the stupid way your heart raced at the sight of him.

“Look,” you said after a moment, keeping your eyes on the parchment in front of you even though the words swam uselessly now, “you don’t have to do that.”

Jason tilted his head. “Do what?”

“Defend me. Show up. Intervene. We’re not…” You paused, tongue heavy with words you didn’t want to say. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore. So it’s none of your concern.”

There was a beat of silence before he finally said, “Right.”

You glanced up—and regretted it instantly.

He looked… disappointed. But not surprised.

You sighed. “But… thank you. For what you said. Even if you didn’t need to say it.”

That pulled the corner of his mouth into the beginnings of a smirk. “Yeah, well. He’s a prat.”

You huffed a soft laugh, eyes flicking back to your work, trying to pretend the tension wasn’t still thick between you.

Jason lingered a second longer, shifting his weight. Then, as if trying to change the subject—or maybe just change the moment—he cleared his throat.

“So… hypothetically, if someone was completely failing Arithmancy,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “and maybe hypothetically had no idea how to interpret magical probability equations no matter how many times it was explained to him…”

You raised a brow. “Is this hypothetical person you?”

He gave a sheepish shrug. “Might be.”

“Didn’t you used to have a tutor?”

He gave you a look. “I did. She was brilliant, actually. Charming. Cute, too. Shame she quit.”

You stared at him flatly. “Jason.”

He grinned. “What? I’m just saying. I’ve been thinking maybe I need her back. You know, for academic purposes.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling despite yourself. “This is your idea of asking for help?”

“No,” he said, a little too quickly, “this is my idea of trying to spend time with you without pushing my luck.”

His voice had dipped lower now, the cocky edge softening just enough to leave you unsteady again. You hated that he still knew how to do that—how to knock the air out of you with a simple sentence.

You didn’t say yes. But you didn’t say no either.

And Jason… well, he took your silence as a maybe.

And maybe was enough.