dollysh

[dollysh]

oh Spencer Reid my beloved

[dollysh]

sometimes when a kitty is sunbathing you can just kiss the little furs. and it smells like freshly baked cat. it's true, I saw it happen

[dollysh]

Sae isn't really a dog person.

A cat? Maybe, they're chill most of the time. A rabbit? They're small and bearable. A reptile? Weird, but they don't do much so they won't bother him. But a dog...? Even if they're small, they will be noisy, demanding, energetic and absolutely chaotic.

So when he moves in with you and your "pretty and perfect" – your words – Golden retriever, he has no choice but to adapt. It's not like he can kick out a dog that you adopted before even meeting him...

He feels a pang of pain on his abdomen while was peacefully taking a nap. Still a little dazed, he opens his eyes to find the dogs nose so close to his face it could kiss him. He tried to move but he was setting all it's weight on that single paw.

"Goldie." he grunts the dogs name, and it tilts it's head in anticipation. "Get off."

Goldie barks right into his face, proceding to "give him kisses" all over his eyes, nose and cheeks. He tries to push him away gently but it was dead set on this. That dog loved him for some reason he didn't know. You had claimed he can sense that he was good, and he said it was bullshit, but either way it wouldn't leave him alone.

The dog's nasty breath hit him when he started panting, and he sighed. "What do you want from me?"

He lets out a yelp of pain when Goldie suddenly jumps on his stomach before getting out of the bed. Foolishly, he thought he had given up. Wrong. It came back ten seconds later with the leash on it's mouth, wagging it's tail and zooming around the room with eagerness.

"A walk? Right now? Seriously..." his muscles were already sore from that day's training, hence why he was taking a nap, not to mention the brutal punches in the stomach that dog gave him. And now he wanted a walk? Normally he would've asked you, but you had gone out to buy some groceries for the weekend. "You owe me big time, you oversized ball of fur."

As he got up from the bed, Goldie zoomed towards the door where Sae put on some shoes, barking impatiantly and scratching the wood on the entrance. "Hey, no. Stop that. That door is expensive." he put the leash carefully and opened. You can't say the same about the way Goldie sprinted forward.

That dog was going to kill Sae one day...

[dollysh]

yearned.

you were stretched out across the couch, one leg half-hanging off the edge, face buried in a pillow, phone loosely in hand as some low-volume playlist murmured through the speaker.

you weren’t expecting rin home so soon—training usually dragged, but maybe today had been a little more brutal than usual, because suddenly, the front door slammed shut.

hard.

you lifted your head sluggishly, barely getting the chance to call out his name before—

thump.

a weight crashed over your midsection, and you let out a soft “oomph” as itoshi rin collapsed on top of you, limbs heavy and sprawling like a tree felled by its own exhaustion. his head buried itself onto your stomach, his arms winding possessively around your waist like some clingy, brooding sea creature.

“...hi to you too,” you mumbled through a chuckle, free hand instinctively sinking into his hair, fingers finding the familiar soft tufts and green-streaked strands.

he grunted.

that was his version of “hello.”

you didn't say anything else—just let your fingers move gently, twisting and curling little locks of his hair around them, occasionally letting your nails scrape lightly against his scalp. it was grounding. comforting. for him, especially.

he sighed. deeply. the kind that made your shirt flutter a little where his cheek was pressed.

“i hate everyone,” he mumbled into the fabric, voice muffled and low.

you smiled. “oh?”

“mhm.” another sigh. “practice was a mess. bachira wouldn’t shut up, isagi kept doing this thing where he’d tell me to ‘relax more’—like i don’t know how to f*cking relax—and don’t even get me started on the drills. a bunch of barely functioning cones with legs. my passes were clean, mine, but apparently they can’t keep up. whose fault is that, really?”

“you sound very relaxed right now,” you teased softly, carding your fingers through the back of his hair.

“i am relaxed. that’s because i’m here.”

your heart fluttered, but you tried not to let it show. “oh? that’s all it takes?”

“no. you. just you.”

and then, like it was nothing, he buried his face further into your stomach and…inhaled.

you froze.

it wasn’t the first time. you’d noticed it before—this subtle pause whenever his face was pressed against your shirt. the way his lashes would lower, nose nudging just enough, like he was trying to pretend it was absentminded. but you knew better.

“…did you just sniff me?” you asked, amused, one brow arched.

“no,” he replied instantly, so quickly it became obvious. a dead giveaway.

“riiinn,” you sang, voice lilting with a knowing smirk.

he groaned. his grip on you tightened, face now actively burrowing into your shirt like an ostrich. “don’t make it weird.”

“you made it weird.”

“you just…you smell nice. like you. and home. and not that dumb locker room.”

you grinned. he always got a little more unfiltered when tired—edges softened, tongue looser, heart a little louder.

another pause.

“i missed you today,” he muttered.

your hand stilled, then resumed its slow strokes. “you saw me this morning.”

“still missed you.”

your stomach twisted—not from his weight, but from the way he said it. so quietly. like it was a secret he only allowed himself to admit when curled over you like this, when his armor had been wrung out of him by drills and teammates and expectations.

you leaned down just a little, lips brushing his temple. “i missed you too.”

his arms tensed around your waist at that—briefly, like a reflex—and then relaxed, like he’d just let go of some invisible tension. he turned his face to the side, resting it fully against you, ear pressed against your ribs like he wanted to listen to the way your body worked. the way your heart responded to him.

you could feel it thudding harder under his cheek.

“don’t go anywhere,” he mumbled.

“i’m not,” you said softly.

he hummed, satisfied. another deep breath—definitely another sniff, but you let it slide this time.

minutes passed. just the ambient music, the soft sighs, the occasional quiet grumble when he remembered something else irritating from practice.

“you know,” you mused lazily, “if you keep coming home like this, one of these days you’re gonna fall asleep on me and drool on my shirt.”

“i don’t drool.”

“you totally do.”

“i don’t.” his voice was a little sharper now, the embarrassment clear even through the exhaustion. but he didn’t move. just shifted slightly—head lower, face now angled almost against your lower stomach, lips barely grazing the hem of your shirt.

you felt his breath there. warm. too warm.

his fingers flexed slightly around your waist. you stilled.

“…rin?”

his voice dropped, low and sleep-rough and barely above a whisper. “you’re dangerous when you wear this shirt.”

“…what?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he tilted his face just enough to kiss your hipbone through the fabric. just a brush, soft and lazy and slow—but it sent heat creeping up your spine anyway.

you swallowed.

he chuckled—actually chuckled, and you felt the vibration of it against you.

“you think i didn’t notice you wearing my shirt?” he murmured, lifting his head just slightly so he could meet your eyes.

shit. you didn’t think he’d catch that.

“i—it was just comfy—!”

“and it smells like me. you like that, huh?”

he was smirking now. tired, sure—but smug. mischievous. his hand slid just a little up your side, thumb rubbing slow, absent circles against your ribs under the hem.

you cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice even. “you’re the one who just nuzzled me like a cat and sniffed me like a bouquet.”

“because you smell good.”

“because i smell like you.”

“exactly.”

you swatted at him gently, but he just caught your wrist and kissed your palm, dragging it back to his head.

“keep playing with my hair,” he said, voice thick and laced with heat now. “i’ll pass out if you stop.”

“you’re so demanding when you’re exhausted.”

“you like it.”

…yeah. you did.

you didn’t say anything—just let your fingers tangle through his green-tinted strands again, massaging his scalp, and watched as his eyes fluttered half-shut. the quiet stretched on, but not heavy—just warm. tangled limbs and pressed bodies and the shared knowledge that this moment was the safest place either of you had all day.

but then, just as you thought he was drifting—

“…you’re still wearing nothing underneath this shirt, right?”

“rin—”

he smirked again—barely, lazily, with one eye cracked open just enough to see the way your cheeks flushed.

“…told you. dangerous.”

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[dollysh]

your first kiss with sae itoshi didn't arrived gently. it had torn through him. through you. through everything.

the tension between you had been a living, breathing thing: coiled tight in every look that lingered too long, in every word he almost said but swallowed like it might burn. it lived in the way his gaze flicked to your lips and then away, over and over, like he was punishing himself with restraint.

it had built like a storm, heavy and electric, until something inside him snapped.

and then—he kissed you.

he kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. like he was finally giving in to a fire that had been smoldering beneath his skin for too long. his mouth crashed into yours with a raw, aching intensity that made your breath stutter. it was all heat and fury and need. like he hated how much he wanted you—and wanted you anyway.

his hand had come up to your face, trembling with the force of what he was holding back. his grip wasn’t soft—it was desperate. like he needed to feel you, to ground himself, to make sure this was real.

and when he finally pulled away, just barely, just enough to breathe, he had looked at you like you undid him. like you shattered something in him and he didn’t know how to survive it.

“you ruin everything,” he had said, voice low and wrecked, each word falling heavy between you.

it hadn’t been an accusation. it had been a confession. you ruined the way he used to exist. you made him feel. and he didn’t know what to do with it.

still, he didn’t leave. didn’t step back. his forehead pressed to yours, his chest rising too fast, his hands still holding you like he was terrified you'd vanish. and when he leaned in again, slower this time, lips barely brushing yours, it wasn’t about hunger anymore.

it was surrender.

that second kiss was different—gentle, aching, laced with the hush of everything he could never voice.

it was the moment the storm inside him finally went quiet, when resistance melted into reverence and want gave way to devotion.

in your touch, he unraveled, not as the boy who kept the world at arm’s length, but as the soul that had already belonged to you.

and though his lips never shaped the words, the truth echoed in his kiss—across lifetimes, across longing, across all that he could never say,

it had only ever been you.

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[dollysh]

♡ read it again, sae! ──

synopsis: in which sae itoshi gets invited to buzzfeed celeb to read thirst tweets, and instantly regrets saying yes. starring: sae itoshi

a/n: this was a last minute idea i did at 8 pm, lmfaoooo enjoy!

[intro – camera rolls]

sae sits stiffly in the chair. arms crossed. jaw clenched. like he’s bracing for impact.

“hi,” he says blandly. “i’m itoshi sae. and today i’ll be reading thirst tweets written by people who desperately need hobbies. or god.”

he pauses.

“i’m a professional athlete. this is what they’re making me do.”

[tweet 1]

he stares at the tweet. “that’s… disturbingly creative. but i do train lower body, yeah. thanks, i guess.”

[tweet 2]

“do you understand how long a champions league final is?! that’s 120 minutes. plus penalties.”

someone in the crew says, “stamina king 🤭”

he turns, eyes wide.

“don’t encourage them.”

then he starts quietly repeating the tweet under his breath. “‘all day all night… full intensity…’ oh my god. oh my god.”

he stands up. “i need water. i need air. i need to go back to madrid.”

he pauses on the way out.

“also there’s no way your stamina matches that energy. be for real.”

and then he skips to the next tweet.

[tweet 3]

he reads it. then just—

“…you’re begging. in a tweet.”

he leans forward, staring into the camera.

“do you understand how low your self-respect has to be for this sentence to exist.”

he sighs.

“also. i would give you a red card. on sight.”

[tweet 4]

he goes completely still.

“...you want me to run an analytical report on your ass.”

he squints. reading it again.

“are my cheeks pressing high enough???”

he slowly turns to look at the crew.

“i don’t even know how to respond to that. what do you want me to say. that i pause replays for a better view of glute activation??”

someone in the back loses it.

he drops the card on the table and leans back, absolutely defeated.

“you know what. sure. yes. if your movement lacks control, i will be the first to say it.”

he sighs. long and deep.

“…can’t believe i’m talking about ass form on camera.”

[tweet 5]

he doesn’t even read it out loud.

he just… holds it. looks at it. blinks. sets it down like it’s cursed parchment from an ancient ruin.

he pushes his chair back.

“…i’m scared.”

he looks down at the card again. reads it silently. slowly blinks.

“…this one takes the cake. this is it. this is the worst thing i’ve ever read in my life.”

he gestures vaguely at the air.

“and i’ve read… contracts.”

off-camera someone’s wheezing. he finally sets the card down like it’s a biohazard.

“i don’t even have a response. you win. congrats.”

he picks up his coat.

“i’m done. i’m not reacting to anything else. i’m retiring. delete the internet. burn this set down.”

he pauses at the door.

“i can’t keep doing this. i came here to promote my season, not read tweets written by possessed people with breeding kinks.”

and then he leaves.

[OUTRO – camera still rolling]

just as sae reaches the edge of the set, the producer calls out, “wait, sae—before you go…”

he stops. doesn’t look back.

“…what.”

the producer clears their throat, trying to sound casual. “so for the next video, we were thinking… maybe you react to those smut fanfics about you on tumblr?”

the room goes completely silent.

sae slowly turns around—painfully slow—like a horror movie villain who just got told the sequel is about him.

“…react to what.”

the producer shrugs. “y’know. ‘itoshi sae x reader,’ ‘nsfw minors dni 💕,’ ‘#smut’—”

he lifts a hand. they shut up immediately. he stares straight into the camera.

“…this channel needs jesus.”

then he walks off again, muttering, “i’m calling my lawyer. and my priest.”

cut to black.

[text on screen:]

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[dollysh]

YOU MADE ME MALLEABLE ⋆

꩜ he said he doesn’t love me , so I became the kind of person no one could ever love.

🧾 ⸝⸝ I am both : wound, and knife ୭ he never asked you to be his, but he let you love him anyway : kissed you like it meant something ; slept in your bed like it was his ; listened when you talked about forever — and then said he never felt a thing. its okay though, you stopped caring about it eventually. college gave you new people, new problems, and new ways to forget. but some wounds just don’t change shape.

⚠︎ content warnings : 🚏

⤷ emotional manipulation , unrequited love , emotional neglect , mentions of alcohol/drinking , suggestive — non explicit but implied (only in the edit) , unresolved grievances , angst -heavy , unhinged , crude humour , suggestive jokes

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PROLOGUE ᨳଓ ՟ ⛲️

i. rupture ᭝

ii. recoil ᭝

iii. residue ᭝

iv. relapse ᭝

v. recognition ᭝

vi. reveal ᭝

vii. ruin ᭝

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a/n :: not special thanks to tumblr because they made this whole process a living hell. also never ever making a graphic like that again wtf?? i thought being an editor wouldve made that less time consuming… anyways 😇 yay kinda excited yay (dont ask me about hrltw you will be blocked /j….. )

[dollysh]

sat on my boob

cats can never just lay down they have to stand there on your pancreas

[dollysh]

cats can never just lay down they have to stand there on your pancreas

[dollysh]

Congratulations on the marriage guys!!!! It's about time honestly

[dollysh]

humiliated - harry potter

wolfstar!daughter au summary: when harry gets overstimulated from the feeling of the shirt clinging onto his skin whilst he's helping his dad with chores outside, he forgets a very crucial detail before deciding to take it off. wc: 1k cw: suggestive themes

The sun was searing hot, Harry’s skin going slick with sweat as he helped his dad set up the dinner table outside. He didn’t want to complain about the mundane chore, but it was only midday, and dinner was in many, many hours from now. So Harry didn’t understand why they had to do this when the sun was at its strongest.

“This chair is broken. Could you replace it with another one from the shed please Harry?” Harry nodded at his dad’s request, reaching to take the wooden chair from him. Harry huffed, forearms flexing as he folded the chair back up, before making his way into the shed. Reaching for the nearest chair, Harry made sure it wasn’t damaged before joining James again.

Harry put his hands on his hips, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back to take a short break. In the distance, he heard his dad asking something of him, but Harry was running too hot to understand what he was saying, shirt clinging to his skin uncomfortably.

“Sorry, hold on.” Harry mumbled, tone probably more snappy than he intended. James’s eyebrows shot up at his son’s tone, but his face quickly contorted into one of understanding when Harry pulled his t-shirt off. If it were appropriate, Harry would have stripped out of his jeans too. “Right, what did you say?” Harry asked, wiping the sweat off his skin using his discarded garment.

“Do you think we should move the table closer to the lake? Or keep it near the house?”

“It might be nice near the lake. Since most of the Weasleys have never been here before.” James nodded at Harry’s words, patting his pockets to feel around for his wand. Missing. “Well, help me carry the tables over there.”

Harry instantly regretted his decision, but he obeyed anyway, turning around to walk over to the other end of the wooden table.

A loud laugh had him spinning around again to meet his dad’s eyes. James’s face was both amused and shocked, his mouth contorted into a wide smile. “What?”

“Jesus, Harry. You’d think you were attacked by a mountain lion.”

“What are you on about?”

“I’m on about the state of your back.” Harry’s face instantly went red, and he brought a hand to the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. “I forgot about that.”

James laughed loudly, jerking his chin towards the table. The smile didn’t leave his face as he and Harry carried down the table closer to the lake. Harry avoided his dad’s eyes the entire time, hoping he wouldn’t tell your parents anything. Your parents, a.k.a, his dad's best friends. After all, it was only last night that you’d given Harry these angry scratches on his back. He didn’t know if your nails were extra long or if he’s just been rougher on you than usual, but he felt the pain across his skin the second he woke up, and now, as sweat seeped over the broken skin.

It took a few minutes of painful silence for Harry and James to transport all the outdoor furniture to their designated place. James clasped a hand on Harry’s sweaty shoulder when they were done, and Harry winced in pain at the sharp sting on the fresh marks, but didn’t dare to say a word as they returned indoors.

The two men entered the house just in time for Lily to walk into the living room. “I was just coming to check up on you guys. Are you done?”

Lily didn’t receive an answer to her question, her husband immediately changing the topic of conversation. “Lily Potter, take a look at your son’s back.” “Dad.” Lily furrowed her eyebrows, walking closer to Harry. She put a hand on her son’s shoulder, encouraging him to turn around slightly. She gasped loudly.

“You better get dressed before Sirius and Remus come to help if you want to keep your life, Harry.” Harry’s face went impossibly darker at the comment, and he miserably hid his back from his mum. “I know, I know. I was planning on getting ready now.”

Harry’s face morphed into one of panic as another voice entered the room, calling out from the kitchen. He didn’t know you were already here. “Alright, everything’s in the oven. I was thinking of getting started on chopping the vegetables for the salad while you get-oh, hey!”

“Hi.” Harry’s voice shook as he greeted you. You cleared your throat, licking your lips as your eyes shot between him and his dad, who was smiling a little too widely for your liking. You took in Harry’s appearance, noting the way his cheeks were rosy – beyond the heat – and how his eyes seemed to flit away from yours every couple of seconds.

“You look humiliated.” You told him, eyebrows raising slowly. “Oh, she doesn’t know. You don’t know.” James was elated, breaking into another fit of laughter. “Oh, Harry, show her.” Harry sighed deeply, only following his dad’s plea due to the look of confusion on your face.

“Oh my god, Harry! I’m so, oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Harry smiled softly at your words, watching as you sped towards him, arms extended, but not touching him. Oh, you looked so guilty. Harry cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head at you. “It’s okay, I, it’s okay.” I like it, he tried telling you with his eyes. You huffed, shrugging your shoulders as you whispered “It’s never been this bad.”

Harry grinned now, completely forgetting his parents were in the room. He dipped his face down, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

“We have arrived!” Harry’s head shot up, eyes widening in panic, and he immediately took off, sprinting in the direction of the stairs. The door to his room slammed shut, and only a second later, your dads entered the living room, carrying grocery bags in each hand.

“What was that about?” Asked Remus, turning his head in the direction that Harry had disappeared in. You shrugged, shaking your head. “No idea.”

“Alright… Lily, do you need any help in the kitchen.” From behind Remus, Sirius’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “Oh no, Rem. You’re not stepping foot in that kitchen. Go help James with the big boy chores.”

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[dollysh]

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

[dollysh]

HEARTS FULL

pairing = germaphobe!spencer + bubbly!extrovert!reader

summary = Her thing is linking arms. His thing is avoiding touch. For years, they’ve danced around it. Until one sleepy night when she finally reaches for him and finds that maybe he’s been hoping she would all along.

The case had finally broken. Not with a bang, but with the kind of exhausted silence that only came after too many days chasing shadows through a rural Midwest town. The unsub was caught. The paperwork signed. Another horror story catalogued and closed.

And now, the team was dragging themselves back toward the airstrip, the cold wind tugging at jackets and fraying what little energy they had left.

You were walking beside JJ, who you’d barely spoken to in three days, too many hours spent inside precinct walls, too many leads that went nowhere. The moment her elbow brushed yours, you naturally slipped your arm through hers and leaned against her.

She didn’t even flinch.

She just smiled tiredly. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Just ready to be horizontal for, like… seventeen years.”

JJ snorted. “Same.”

Spencer walked a few paces ahead, head ducked down slightly as he adjusted the strap of his bag. You caught yourself watching the way his shoulder rose and fell. The subtle tension he always carried right there. He looked tired, exhausted even.

Since Quantico. Since the first year of profiling classes and coffee fueled late night study sessions. Since sitting on a park bench with him after your first real field op, both of you too shaken to speak until you finally just leaned your head on his shoulder and whispered, “We did it.”

That had been the only time you ever touched him like that. He hadn’t pulled away. But after that, he told you gently, so gently that physical contact just wasn’t his thing. That he appreciated you, that he trusted you, but he wasn’t comfortable being touched. Nothing personal towards you, it's with everyone.

So you never did it again.

Not even your signature move - the arm linking. You did it with everyone else. Even Hotch, sometimes, when he was in a rare good mood and you were bouncing with post case energy. Hotch gladly even held his arm higher so you can hold it comfortably. Derek would always grin when you grabbed him. Garcia would squeal and twirl with you.

But Spencer?

You kept a careful distance. Even now, after years since you joined together, years after he told you to not take his words personally.

Even though you ached to reach for him. Sometimes to close the space, to show him that whatever this was between you two, it mattered more than what either of you were willing to say out loud.

You weren’t stupid. You knew you had a crush on him. And years after being a profiler you can tell he doesn't exactly think of you as a friend either. But you were also patient. And subtle. And maybe a little scared, too.

You boarded the jet, leaned your head against the window, and watched the sky shift from gold to blue to dark velvet.

⸻⸻

By the time you landed and made it back to the BAU headquarters, it was past midnight. Everyone had peeled off quickly, with Derek leaving first, then JJ with a yawned goodbye, Garcia blowing a kiss as she disappeared into the elevator with hotch eagerly waiting to see Jack after the long case.

You stood in the hallway with Spencer, the hum of vending machines and flickering lights the only company.

“Are you walking?” he asked, shouldering his bag again.

You nodded. “Too keyed up to crash yet. You?” Your hands reaching to pay for your vending machine drink.

“I was going to stop at that bookstore on Jefferson in the morning. That's if we don’t get called in of course."

You smiled. “You still haven’t finished that obscure memory treatise, huh?”

He smiled back a real one, small and crooked. “I have. Twice. I just like the smell in there.”

You tilted your head. “You’re such a nerd.”

“You say that like it’s an insult.” He giggles stepping forward.

“It’s not. It’s an adorable fact.”

He didn’t look away.

And neither did you as you both started making your way out.

“So,” you said after a beat. “Wanna go together? If we’re free?”

“Sure,” he said too quickly. Then, quieter “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You walked side by side toward the building’s exit. Your footsteps echoed softly. The air outside was cool, city lights casting everything in silver and gold. You said something, probably a joke about Rossi falling asleep with his eyes open on the plane and Spencer laughed, this breathy little sound that always made your heart feel a size too small.

And then, without thinking, without planning, you reached out and looped your arm through his.

His entire body went still.

You froze.

“Oh,” you said quickly, already starting to pull back. “Sorry- I wasn’t- I didn’t think- "

But you didn’t get the chance to finish.

Because Spencer… didn’t let go.

His arm stayed linked with yours. Not stiff. Not cold. But delicate, like he was holding something breakable. His fingers brushed against the inside of your elbow.

You turned to look at him.

He was blushing.

He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what. And then he just smiled.

The tiniest, shyest smile you’d ever seen from him.

“I didn’t think I’d like this,” he said quietly, almost like he was confessing something.

You swallowed. Your heart was pounding.

“But you do?” you asked.

He looked down at your arms, still joined. His hand shifted slightly, fingers brushing yours.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “With you, I do.”

You didn’t say anything else for a while.

You just walked like that - two shadows under the streetlights, arms tangled, hearts full.

And maybe you’d never said it out loud.

Maybe the words hadn’t quite come yet.

But in that quiet space between heartbeats, between two people who’d always known they were different…

You both understood.

[dollysh]

“😴” ft sae, kaiser & nagi

— sae

he was fresh out of a win, shirtless, hair messy, eyes laser focused on you sitting pretty on the hotel bed in his jersey and nothing else. you looked like a damn reward.

so he dropped to his knees. gripped your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed. “gonna make you feel good,” he muttered.

your pussy was right in front of him, his tongue out. face an inch away. he was about to eat so good. then he heard it.

…snnnrkkk.

“…huh?” he looked up.

you were out. mouth open. light snore. eyes fluttering. gone.

sae stared at you. that man felt betrayed. he blinked and sat back on his heels. “did you just fall asleep on my face?”

you didn’t answer. you snored again. sae looked like he was going to file a report with hr. he climbed into bed, covered you with the blanket, then stared at the ceiling like he was in hell.

“unbelievable. you cockblocked yourself.”

— kaiser

kaiser was buzzing from the win. all hyped, sweaty, flushed, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. and then he saw you. sprawled on the hotel bed in his #10 jersey, no panties, smirking at him like dessert.

“holy fuck,” he muttered. “i don’t deserve you but i’m gonna eat anyway.”

he crawled up the bed, mouth open, lips dragging up your thigh real slow. “you’re gonna cry for me, liebling—”

snnnrrgkkk.

he paused. “…what the fuck was that?”

he looked up. your head was tipped back, drool starting to escape. you were already halfway into a dream. kaiser’s jaw dropped.

“are you serious right now?” he shook your leg. “schatz.”

nothing.

he collapsed beside you with the loudest, most offended sigh ever. “i was gonna give you life-changing tongue,” he mumbled, poking your cheek.

still nothing.

“i hope your dreams suck.”

— nagi

he didn’t even shower after the game. just walked into the hotel room, dropped his gear, saw you in his jersey and went, “mmh. mine.”

he kissed your ankle. your knee. your inner thigh. laid down like a cat between your legs and just breathed you in with a quiet groan.

“pretty little thing,” he mumbled, tongue out, ready to go.

snnnnghhhkk…

“…hm?”

he blinked slowly. you had dozed off. full knockout. arms spread, mouth open, cheek squished against the pillow.

nagi just… stared. he blinked again. “bro.”

he was too lazy to be mad. he just rolled over beside you and curled up like a big sleepy cat. “guess i’ll eat you tomorrow.” and he would, at sunrise.

[dollysh]

i love when beautiful girls are also freaks

[dollysh]

better be nothing but tens in casa for my girls. too many FINE women and the men are just… there

[dollysh]

not ace being a nicolandria shipper