#anyways if you read this sorry 🤧🤧🤧 i just needed to get it out of my system

[c0llisiion]

SIN FOR ME — J.JK

Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre : smut

★: request, npr , cnc , older!jk , boyfriendsdad!jk , cheating, pwp , named!bf , misunderstandings , slight manipulation, unprotected sex at the beginning, protected sex later on , bigdick!jk , coming on body , cum eating , dirty talk , name calling/nicknames, slight angst — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 2,919

A/N: thank you to pookie for requesting this!! I had a hard time with the plot 😭✋ but i had fun! Thank you sm for requesting! And also sorry 4 going m.i.a i have js been so off 👎👎🤧🤧🥺🥺 anyways enjoy!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

[edited ver.]

Another day came to an end. A bad end. You were cuddled up with your boyfriend, watching whatever popped up first on your recommended shows. You were hoping to get some action tonight, as it’s been a while since you guys had sex. 2 months, to be exact. You were frustrated, of course. He hasn’t touched you or done anything to you for two months. That's the longest you have gone without sex. You tried so hard to push away the negative thoughts. Convincing yourself that he was just busy and tired and definitely not fucking some other bitch. 

 His parents wouldn’t be coming back home for a couple of hours since his dad is always busy and barely comes home, and his mom is most probably out with another broad. So You tried getting him in the mood. Wearing just a tee and some ck thongs. Rubbing against him. Kissing his neck. But nothing seemed to work. He kept pushing you away. ‘Not now.’ ‘Im not in the mood’ ‘im too tired, not today.’ were just coming out of his mouth like a broken record. But you still didn’t give up! You were determined, but before that- “im gonna go sleep.” You looked up at him, confused. “What?” “Im tired, alright? Im gonna go to bed; you can continue watching your stupid show by yourself.” There was venom laced in his words. It hurt you. Your heart sank. He pushed you away before walking up the stairs. You were trying to hold back your tears. How could he do this to you? You scoff. “Seriously? You’re really not even going to ask me to join you?” Your boyfriend turned around and stared at you blankly. “No. I want some peace and space. Do whatever the hell you want.” And with that, he walked away. You could hear his loud footsteps descend before a loud slam took over. 

You huff and try not to cry. It was too overwhelming for you, and you couldn’t help but think about the possibility that he was probably seeing someone else, or else why would he act like this? The waterworks started pouring slowly as you thought about the memories you made with him. Your soft sobs echoed throughout the empty, dark, and cold living space. 

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He was mad. So mad. Finding out that his company just fell into a major controversy after all he worked for was not the cherry on top. Jungkook hastily unlocked his house’s door. It was unusually dark. The only light illuminating the space was the soft kitchen light, which his dumbass son forgot to turn off. He dropped his case and trenchcoat by the door before kicking off his shoes and walked further into his home. He noticed a small figure face-down on the couch, sleeping. 

You were sleeping on your stomach, your head tucked in your forearm, and your hair covered your face. Your shirt was slightly rolled up, and your ass was on full display. Jungkook walked over and took a good look at your body. He needed something to pour his anger into, and so, assuming that it was his wife, he loosened his tie and sat where your foot rested. His hand went up your thighs before resting on your plump ass, cold fingers fondling with the soft flesh. He grabbed a handful before giving your ass a soft slap. He shuffled to hover over you. His hand cupped your pussy. Palm pushing into the wet hole, dampening your underwear. “…Gonna fuck you, okay, pretty? Just stay still f’ me..” His voice was low and deep. He was still under the impression that it was his wife. Jungkook’s fingers hooked around your underwear before pulling it to the side, exposing your bare cunt. He couldn’t see much, but he noticed how his ‘wife’s’ pussy was glistening in the dark. He circled your entrance with slow movements. Your cunny was getting wet at a quick rate. He swallowed thickly at the soft, warm feeling. Without wasting much time, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

Jungkook was rock hard. His tip glowed a deep red, and pre-cum was already dripping down his slit. Using his strong hands, he gently shifted your position so your ass was up in the air. He placed a couch pillow under your abdomen so you could lay comfortably. He hunched over your small frame, his hand gliding his aching tip over your glossy slit. He breathed heavily. It felt too good. Jungkook slowly started pushing himself in. He was struggling. It was easy to slip inside his wife, but this time? It seemed different. But familiar. Still, he continued moving forward. Maybe some miracle had happened to his wife. Who knows. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched your puffy lips swallow his hard length. You were still in deep sleep. The long crying session took a toll on your energy, so you were not really aware of what was happening to your body. Jungkook's breath gets caught in his throat as he finally stuffs you full. Your pussy clenching around his length unknowingly. 

Jungkook started moving. Rolling his hips gently. He threw his head back at how your sweet cunny felt around his length.  It was hard to believe that it was his wife. You felt warmer. Softer. And, of course, much tighter. Nothing compared to his wife. His eyes were squeezed shut, and short, heavy breaths left his lips as you continued taking him in. His hands grasped your plush hips, gripping the flesh tightly.

“Mmf-“ you let out a soft whine. Jungkook's tight grasp was enough to give you a bit of consciousness. Soft gasps escaped your lips at every thrust. Your stomach felt weird, and your body was getting hot. You were starting to sweat. “Junwoo… feels good…” you mumbled in your sleep. You felt something penetrating your sopping walls and immediately thought that it was your boyfriend. Maybe he felt bad and decided to finally give in.

Jungkook's heart dropped. No way. There's no way. His eyes went wide when you mumbled his son’s name. With shaky hands, Jungkook leaned forward and pushed the hair off of your face. Shock and terror spread all over his body. He stared down at you. His hand is still resting on your cheek. You were mumbling incoherently. You nudged your face into his palm. “Keep..going.. please.” You murmured. Jungkook gulped. He didn’t know what to do. He was fucking his son’s girlfriend! His thumb brushed the side of your cheek. He felt bad for you. He knew about the fact that his idiot son had been cheating on you for the past 3 months. How could he cheat on such a precious piece? He had to treat you right, even if it was wrong.

You were writhing and squirming under his huge build. Consciousness was starting to hit you. Your body felt hot and uneasy. The feeling was something you had never felt before. It was so much better than what junwoo was giving you. It was suspicious. You slowly lifted your head up, wanting to turn around and see ‘your boyfriend’. Jungkook immediately stopped and pulled out. He was still rock hard, and his dick hit his abdomen with a loud -thump-. He gulped heavily. You tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at the man who was fucking into you senseless. 

“What the fuck!!!!!” You immediately pushed yourself away from him. Cramming yourself in the corner of his Fendi Casa sofa, your thighs shut together. Your eyes first landed on his twitching cock. Oh, it was big. Bigger than his son’s. It was leaking too, and you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wetter. It was so wrong. So, so wrong. You immediately come out of a trance and look at the man in front of you. His shirt was open, revealing his built body. “I c-can explain-“Jungkook stuttered. “What the fuck mr.jeon???????? How could you just do that to me???” Jungkook's hands were up in defense. “It’s not what you think, y/n. I was mistaken too.” “Mistaken???? You just raw-dogged me???. You are fucking your son’s girlfriend!!!” Jungkook swallowed hard before looking at you with his dark eyes. “Like it’s not the first time i touched you. Be for real right now, y/n” he rolled his eyes at your reaction. “Yeah! Touched. You have only TOUCHED, me. Its a big difference mr.jeon!” It was true that you both fooled around here and there but that was before you started dating junwoo. And everything ended after you confirmed your relationship with his son who was once your bestfriend.

He was hard af and you felt too good to stop. So there had to be some way to get you convinced. It was about time he told you about his son’s double life. “Look. There’s something you should know. Your boyfriend or my son has been cheating on you.” He did not want to beat around the bush and just dropped the bomb. Your heart shattered, and you felt lightheaded. Your eyes went wide at Jungkook’s claims. You were too stunned to speak and just stared at him. It seemed like it had worked, which prompted him to slowly hover over you, pushing you down softly. “And I know about the fact that my whore of a wife has been cheating on me every day." He looked down and watched as his calloused fingers ran up the soft rolls of your abdomen before making eye contact with you again. “You need this, y/n.. we both need this…” the last 4 words came out in a hush. His words were so sinister, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you process the information. You trembled under his frame. Oh, you definitely needed it. You shook your head before grabbing Jungkook's loose collar and pulling him into a heated kiss. If your now ex boyfriend cheated on you? Might as well start fucking his dad again for revenge.

Jungkook giggled into the kiss and kissed you back. His hand found the back of your head before tightly gripping your soft hair. You whined into his mouth as it started to hurt. Jungkook kissed you further. His tongue tasting the insides of your mouth. He ripped your underwear, making you gasp and whine. “I will get you new ones, pretty, dw” he mumbled into the kiss with a smirk. His dick was rubbing against your bare pussy, making you leak. His hips moved incoherently. He loved the feeling of your wet pussy lip’s coating his length. Jungkook started aligning himself with your entrance, but before he could shove it in, you stopped him. You broke off the intense kiss. A string of saliva connected your lips to his. Jung Kook looked at you in concern. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You gulped before speaking up. “Protection… mr.Jeon.” You avoided eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes at you. He let out a soft chortle before reaching down and taking his wallet from his discarded pants.

He pulled out a condom from one of the sleeves before chucking the wallet away. He was sitting on his heels and looked at you with a smirk. “Put it on for me, darling..” You nodded shyly as you sat up a bit and took the condom from his hands. You slowly ripped the blue plastic wrapping and pulled it out, all while innocently staring up at him. Your shaky hands gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slight squeeze before focusing on pushing the rubber down his huge dick. Jung Kook watched you with pure lust in his eyes. His hand went to the back of your head before forcefully making you look at him, causing you to whimper at the sudden action. “I didn’t know you were such a good girl, y/n..” He gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you to him. Your legs rested on his thighs, and his cock rested on your stomach. The length sat comfortably on your plush tummy. “Gonna take me all, baby? Can you do that for me?” You nodded vigorously before slowly moving your hips on his cock for some stimulation. He chuckled at your reaction and hissed as he entered you slowly. now savoring each and every inch of your sweet pussy. You whimpered as you finally felt how big he was. It still hurt, even though he had already dicked you down. 

You stared at Jungkook's face, your eyebrows knit together and eyes swelling up with tears, your lips bitten down hard as you watched Jungkook's face contort in pleasure. Sweat dripped down his body, and soft grunts left his mouth as he inched inside you more. His eyes quickly glanced at yours, and he internally fumbled at your expression. Knowing that he was fucking you was making this experience even better. 

With a quick thrust, he was fully into you. His tip kissing your spongy spot. Your breath was unsteady and faltering as he had you filled to the brim. His fingers were hooked under your chin and you lifted your face slightly so you could meet his gaze. “Can i?” He asked you gently with a reassuring smile. You nodded at his words before grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. Jungkook's hands held onto your waist, keeping you in place. His hips started moving. Each thrust made him grunt loudly. His pace increased as it got easier to move inside you. Your gummy walls were spasming around his length, and he could feel your warmth. Your both eyes were fixated on the way his dick went in and out of you. His cock would form a small bulge in your lower abdomen every time he pushed into you. “You see that baby? You’re taking me in so well… fuck-“ he was cut off as your pussy clenched. You let out a whine at his words “s-sir.. faster p-please..” 

That was all Jungkook needed to hear for him to go absolutely feral on you. The way you begged with that voice sent blood rushing straight to his cock. “Yeah? My little slut wants me to go faster? I will give anything you ask, baby..” His thrusts got harder and faster. You gripped his shoulders tight, and your eyes rolled back as Jungkook hit your sweet spot perfectly. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other were echoing throughout the whole area. Your moans are starting to get increasingly louder. Jungkooks quickly covered your mouth before leaning down and whispering into your ears. "don't want your boyfriend to hear how much I'm making you feel good, wouldn’t ya?” Tears streamed down your face as his dick abused your hole. Jungkook left wet kisses and purple hickeys on the sides of your neck, going lower and lower. You wrapped your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as you writhed and twitched in pleasure. Jungkook's cock was ruining your pussy

“Fuck-“ Jungkook's voice got caught in his throat as you clenched around him again. He savoured the warm feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock. “Taking me so well little girl…” he breathed into your ear in a whisper. Whines after whines left your mouth. His girthy cock, grazing your gummy, warm walls. The grip on your hips got tighter, enough to form visible bruises.

His thrusts were quick and sharp, and it has you seeing stars. You could feel the knot in your stomach reach its peak. He grunted into your neck and lifted his head up to look at you. “Gonna cum pretty? Gonna make a little mess for me?” You nodded and whined as his hand left your mouth and reached down to play with your puffy clit. You choked as he started flicking your sensitive nub. “Make a huge mess for me.. I will make sure my idiot son cleans it up..” he gave you a wink before focusing on helping you reach your orgasm. He was almost close too. His grip on your waist tightened, and he continued pounding into you. 

“fuckkk!!!!” Your vision went blurry as you came all over his lower body. Streams of clear liquid coated the couch and his abdomen. Jungkook gawked at the sight, and he was so close to cumming. He quickly pulled out of you before removing the condom. His hand wrapped around his throbbing length, and he started jerking himself off. His head thrown back and mouth agape. “L-look at me baby..” he whispered, and you obeyed. Looking up at him through your dazed state. Eyes glossy, and your face was covered in a thin layer of sheen as you slowly came down from your high. Jungkook opened his eyes, looked at you once, and busted all over your body. Some of his cum even reached your face. A load of his creamy white cum never seemed to stop pouring out of his dick. Your stomach and shirt were stained with the thick liquid. You quickly wiped it off your face, licking it off your fingers as you stared into his eyes with a smirk. Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before reaching down to grab your face so he could kiss you. His lips met yours again, but this time it was more gentle. More passionate. He could taste himself on your lips. “Dirty little girl.“

A/N: thank you for reading!!! I was not rlly sure abt the topic because its the first time i actually wrote a cnc fic w plot 😭🧍‍♀️but i hope it was upto par!! Also if it seems like the plot gets lost somewhere please ignore 💀✋😨

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[here2bbtstrash]

it's sweet (explicit)

genre: a fluffy lil sickfic

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you forgot to call out sick from your dick appointment, but he stays anyway.

word count: 4.3k

contains: no smut just fluff????? new year new me 😎 but as this is fuckbuddies to maybe-lovers and there are certainly a few references in here to sex, because of who i am as a person, it's enough that i'm tagging it explicit anyway lmao. but this is all fluff! reader has the flu, tae is a sweet sweet boi and takes care of her, it's all a bit sappy~ 🤧

A/N: happy new year!!! and a very happy belated birthday to my capricorn prince 💜 this soft little idea got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let go, and i had a lot more fun writing it than expected. plus i feel like i only wrote tae as a menace in 2022 (sorry to tae 👹) so i had to right my wrongs with this one lmao. it was a nice interlude before i jump into LDOMLT ch11 (the final chapter 😭) - i hope you all enjoy and that your 2023s are off to a pleasant start!!!

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You genuinely enjoy being single.

With your last relationship officially in the trash, you’ve found yourself settled into a comfortable peace. There’s no man in your life to mess up your plans, to force you to have to compromise or share anything, to suck up your energy and domestic labor like some kind of emotional vampire. You can do what you want, whenever you want, and you have a reliable rotation of both sex toys and fuckbuddies to keep you physically satisfied when the need arises.

Being single, you have come to learn, is fucking great.

Except when you get sick.

A knock at your apartment door drags you out of your DayQuil-induced slumber. You move to sit up with a sniffle before letting yourself drop back into your veritable nest of blankets on the couch, struck with the immediate recollection: it’s just the food you ordered. You’d specifically put in a request that they leave it at the door, but maybe the delivery person is just being nice and letting you know it’s there.

Except then they knock again.

And ring the doorbell.

“Jesus,” you groan to yourself, aggressively enough that you’re nearly sent into a fresh coughing fit, but you manage to choke down the spasm in your lungs as you drag yourself to standing. You cross the short distance from your couch to the front door, sure you look like death warmed over, and swing the door open.

At first, you’re certain it’s the DayQuil fucking with you.

“Taehyung?”

The corner of his mouth pulls up as he blinks sweetly at you, expressive almond eyes peeking out beneath untidy dark hair— extra fluffy today, like he’s just washed it and waltzed out of the house without any styling. His clothes tell the same story, a plain gray hoodie and joggers, creased a little like he’d just pulled them off his bedroom floor, though everything looks fresh off the runway on him.

As your eyes trail down his frame, you take in the container of ramen you ordered, held easily in one of his large hands, his long fingers hooking over the side.

His presence is typically a welcome one, particularly on Friday nights like tonight, but those are circumstances where you tend to be a little more… put together. So why is he here tonight?

“When did you start working for D—”

The food delivery service name dies on your tongue as your thoughts finally catch up with your mouth. He’s here tonight because it’s Friday, and this is what you do on Fridays. He’s here because you didn’t cancel. You’d had the thought in a drowsy half-awake state between naps, then had promptly rolled over and pressed your face into the pillow, telling yourself you’d remember to text Taehyung when you woke up.

Which of course, you did not. And so here he is, having clearly intercepted your delivery. And, it now occurs to you, having to witness how absolutely godawful you must look in your stained sweatpants, your hair surely a mess from a day spent napping on the couch.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly crossing your arms over your baggy t-shirt, suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. Why that matters when you’re standing in front of a man who regularly leaves hickeys all over your tits, you’re not sure, but in this moment it somehow feels like it does.

“Tae,” you take a step back, trying to keep him out of your germ radius. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you. I’m super sick, I think it’s the flu. You should go.”

He frowns a little, his eyes jumping from you down to the takeout container in his hands. “This is like, barely warm.”

That makes you smile a little despite yourself. A very Taehyung greeting.

“Yeah, well.” You roll your eyes. “I pay twice as much so it can take an hour and be cold by the time it gets here. Makes sense, right?”

His dazzling smile at your sarcastic remark only heightens your own self-consciousness, and you quickly extend a hand for the container.

“Sorry to make you come all this way. Hopefully next week I’ll be back to normal.”

Taehyung nods, yet makes no move to hand over the soup he’s currently holding hostage. “You should rest. Let me heat it up for you.”

You can’t help but wonder what he expects to happen when he crosses the threshold, and that makes you heave a sigh, then quickly bury the cough that chases after it into the crook of your elbow.

Thankfully your voice doesn’t give out when you manage to answer him. “I’m serious, Tae. I’m not—” you pause, considering how to phrase it: desperate to be railed? “—you know, the way I usually am on Fridays. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight. Except maybe you’ll get sick.”

He shrugs, like there are worse things. “I get it. But you shouldn’t be alone.”

At least he’s been sufficiently warned, you think to yourself, and then you relent, leaving the front door of your apartment swung wide as you step back across the living room to promptly collapse onto the couch again. You bury your face in the blankets with a muffled groan as you hear Taehyung shut the door behind him, then make his way into the kitchen.

As is typical with any man that enters your kitchen, you expect to have to walk Taehyung step-by-step through how to do everything. But, to your surprise, he asks no questions: he seems to find a good-sized pot and figure out how to work the stove all on his own, and you can hear him humming softly to himself as he goes.

Truly a credit to the male species, you think to yourself with a bitter laugh.

You collapse back against the cushions, a little too aware of the fuckbuddy in your kitchen to be able to drift off to sleep entirely. Nevertheless, you still find yourself slipping into a haze, your eyes dropping shut just to snap open again at the tap of a bowl being set down on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes widen as you sit up and stare down at your ramen, only to find two halves of a soft-boiled egg staring back up at you. You’d ordered from your favorite place in the city, which is easily the best ramen you’ve had in your life, but you know those fuckers charge extra for an egg. Which is why your cheap ass never orders one.

But here one is. So that means…

Taehyung drops down onto the couch next to you before you can even finish compiling the thought in your brain, but he must be able to read the look on your face. “Oh, do you not like eggs?”

“I— no,” you answer quickly. “I mean yes. I mean, I like them, I just… Thank you.”

You glance up in time to see him shrug, his mouth twisting a little, like he’s suddenly made shy by his own kindness. “Gotta get your protein in,” he offers casually, and you laugh over the steam rising up from your bowl.

He keeps a tentative cushion’s distance away from you, but you can feel his eyes watching as you take your first sip of the rich, warm broth. While you slurp it down, you tell yourself not to get greedy with Taehyung’s time: you expect this will be it, that with his act of kindness done for the day, he’ll get to his feet and be on his way. As soon as your front door slams shut behind him, he’ll probably be pulling up his text messages with one of the many other options that must be available to him.

You try to ignore the way that thought makes your stomach twist, to just eat your damn soup and not think about it. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But to your surprise, Taehyung leans forward and snatches the TV remote off your coffee table with a triumphant sigh before slumping back against the couch, like he’s settling in. “Do you wanna watch something?”

You shake your head as you take another sip before answering. “You really don’t have to stay, Tae. I can appreciate that I’m not a lot of fun to be around tonight. And obviously you didn’t come here to watch me eat ramen.”

Already starting to scroll through your streaming services, Taehyung runs his free hand through his hair with a knowing, slightly horny smile. “Depends on what you mean by eat ramen.”

You nearly choke on a noodle, but he’s otherwise distracted, mouth dropping open a little as he clicks into one of the options.

“Oh, I know what we can watch.”

When he pulls up A Charlie Brown Christmas and promptly presses play, you can’t help smirking. “Christmas? You’re, what, five days late?”

Taehyung’s mouth opens again, like he’s going to say something, and then he just smiles that same self-conscious smile. “Ah, I just like the music.”

His long fingers splay out in front of him, miming along to the opening melody while he adopts the faux-cool expression of a jazz pianist. You hide a giggle in another sip of broth, and he quickly shrugs the impression off, crossing his arms over his chest as if to keep his limbs under control.

“And it’s cute,” he adds, voice halfway between shy and sentimental. “The little tree.”

It occurs to you now that you’ve never seen Taehyung so… your brain can’t find the right word. He’s just different tonight.

You nod as you slurp up a strand of noodles, and you can’t deny that he’s right as the movie plays on. It’s been years since you’ve seen it, not since you were a kid, but it’s just as enjoyable now, somehow timeless. You find yourself smiling softly as you finish your meal and settle back against the couch, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

All at once, Taehyung jumps up, and you watch dumbfounded as he silently scoops up your dishes and disappears off to the kitchen. When you hear the tap switch on, your jaw drops in sheer disbelief, and you sit up again, peeking over the back of the couch to get a glimpse of him: he’s pulled on the dishwashing gloves you keep tucked next to the sink and is making short work of not just the bowl and the pot, but the takeout container too, and your various other sick-person dishes you’d regrettably let pile up. Humming to himself along with Vince Guaraldi, like it’s something he does every day.

Your head spins as you drop back down against the cushion. What is happening? Did you take too much cold medicine?

That thought only reverberates louder in your brain when he returns, still humming the last few notes of the song. This time he chooses to settle in right beside you on the couch, as if entirely unconcerned about the contagious virus running rampant in your body— he just pulls you into his side, one arm wrapped over your shoulders, fingertips casually starting to play with the ends of your hair. Like it’s that easy.

You glance up at him, shaking your head a little, and Taehyung looks down to meet your gaze. “What?”

“This is just…” An incredulous laugh cuts off the end of your sentence. It’s hard to believe you’re looking at the same person. This can’t be the man who wraps his hand around your throat as he spits into your mouth, who will keep you in his bed for hours until you’re crying from overstimulation, who fucks you so good you can hardly walk the next day.

“I didn’t expect you to be like this,” you admit, pairing the words with a finger driven gently into Taehyung’s ribs. He squirms a little. “You’re… sweet.”

Taehyung’s lips part, and then he pauses, clearly considering how exactly to answer you. His mouth turns up soft at the corners, hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed to say what comes next. And then he says it. “You didn’t seem like you wanted sweet.”

The words settle over you, offered quietly in the low, rich tones of his voice, and as you keep gazing up at him, it strikes you: he’s not wrong. If he’d pulled this cozy domestic housewife act on you any earlier, on a normal Friday, you would’ve sent him packing without hesitation.

That thought makes you a little sad.

You tuck back in against Taehyung’s side, trying to refocus on the TV screen as you snuggle in under the blanket. Pressed close like this, you can feel the sturdy thud of his heartbeat in his chest, at a rhythm not dissimilar to yours.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe, and you swear you can hear him smile.

His touch lingers as the last few minutes of the movie play on: slipping from the ends of your hair to trace over the fabric of your shirt, then sliding further up to dip beneath the collar of it. The talented fingers you’ve become well-acquainted with work their magic in a new way, pressing firm circles into the muscles of your shoulders, muscles you didn’t realize were pinched so tight until he starts to work them open.

“Fuck,” you murmur, shifting a little to allow him better access as he continues. “That feels so good.” You can’t quite help the laugh that flutters out after your words; it’s certainly not the first time he’s made you say them.

There’s a small huff of breath from Taehyung beside you, and then his hand moves up to cup the back of your neck and give a gentle squeeze. It’s a comforting motion, and just arousing enough to make you sigh a note, your eyes briefly dropping shut. When they flutter open again, you realize the movie has ended, that he’s looking down at you, a knowing smirk toying at his lips.

“Don’t start,” you warn, unable to keep your voice entirely serious. “I meant what I said, I’m tapped out for the night.”

Taehyung raises his palms in the air, as if to claim his innocence, and you find yourself instantly missing the heat of his hand on your skin. “All I was thinking is that I kinda want dessert. Too tapped out for that?”

“I’ll never say no to dessert,” you admit with a soft smile. “I think I have ice cream in the freezer.”

Something glints in Taehyung’s eyes at your words. All at once he untangles himself from you and, rather than standing up and walking the long way around like a normal human, chooses instead to vault himself over the back of the couch, as if to get your freezer as fast as possible. You tip back against the cushions, momentarily overcome with laughter, and thankfully, it doesn’t trigger a cough attack.

After a second, you cocoon the blanket around yourself, then get up to follow after him, dropping unceremoniously down onto one of the barstools tucked on the far side of your kitchen island.

Taehyung glances up, clearly surprised, then continues trying drawers until he finds the silverware and retrieves two spoons.

“Just want to keep you company,” you say by way of explanation as he hands you one, and you reach down to pry off the lid of the pint of chocolate ice cream he’s set down on the counter. It’s only as you glance up again that you realize he’s grabbed something else, too, and is continuing to rummage through your cupboards. “Wait, what are you doing?”

There’s an innocent look on Taehyung’s face as he rights himself, the handle of a pan clutched in one hand. “I found something when I was looking for the ice cream. It’s my favorite. And I thought it might make you feel better, too.”

“Uh huh,” you intone, though your mouth is already starting to tick up, endeared. “A completely selfless act, I’m sure.”

“Of course it is,” he answers with an over-exaggerated wink, flipping the pan cooly in his grip. You squint at the bag as he thuds it down on the counter beside him, then sets the pan on the stove and flips on the burner beneath it.

Hotteok. You’d completely forgotten you’d even picked the bag of frozen sweet pancakes up a few weeks ago, that you had purposefully tucked them into the back of your fridge for a particularly good— or bad— day.

“Chef Kim,” you ask, feigning the tone of a journalist conducting an important interview as you fish your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants. “Can I interest you in some background music, or do you prefer to cook in absolute silence?”

Taehyung glances back over his shoulder at you, his grin nearly too big for his face. “How about Sinatra?”

You raise one eyebrow at the admittedly unexpected suggestion. “Frank or Nancy?”

He pauses for a moment, as if considering. “Either.”

It’s only a few taps, and then Come Fly With Me is floating out of your Bluetooth speaker, and Taehyung is singing along to himself as he drops a frozen disc onto the heated pan, occasionally turning back to deliver lines to you with an extended hand.

You roll your eyes as you drag your spoon through the top layer of softening ice cream, sucking it into your mouth in an attempt to hide the grin that’s spread over your face.

By the third song you find yourself humming along too, trying not to put too much strain on your still-weak throat. The kitchen has started to smell of sweet, toasted dough as Taehyung works diligently at the stove, and he finally flips the burner off before turning back to you, a plate in each hand and a thick pancake stacked atop each plate.

“Sous chef, will you please apply the ice cream?” he asks, eyes wide and blinking as he sets the dishes down.

Quickly playing along, you nod as you begin to scoop a healthy amount onto each plate. “Yes, chef!”

“And sous chef, do you, uh… have any chocolate sauce?”

You bite back a laugh as his roleplay falls apart as quickly as it began. “It’s in the fridge.”

Taehyung promptly turns and pulls the door open, eyes searching the shelves before he finally spots the dark brown bottle and lets out a triumphant hum. He nudges the fridge shut again with his hip before striding back toward you.

“Plating is key,” he muses. You answer with an appreciative nod and a giggle when he uncaps the sauce, then leans down close to the plates, feigning intense focus as he drizzles each dollop of ice cream with stripes of chocolate.

Once his artful design is complete, he steps back, his tongue toying at the corner of his mouth as he spins one plate to admire his handiwork.

“What do you think, chef?” you tease, and he nods once, decisive.

“It’s perfect.” He glances up, shooting you a grin that knocks the breath from your lungs, and you try to collect yourself as he nudges a plate toward you, encouraging you to take a bite.

You carve your spoon through the pastry, right down the middle where it’s stuffed full of sweet brown sugar syrup. The flaky layers pull apart at the impact, warm enough that you can see steam rising off of the golden dough. You pair a small piece of pancake with a wedge of ice cream on your spoon, then bring both into your mouth at once, and the contrasting mixtures linger on your tongue: hot and cold, sticky sugar chased by rich chocolate. It’s so good that you can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise as you press your hand to your mouth and chew.

“Do you want to know something?” Taehyung’s voice pulls your attention back, and you look up at him.

“What?”

“Today’s my birthday.”

There’s a split second where you wonder if this is another imagined scenario, and then your eyes widen as you take in the look on his face and realize he’s entirely serious.

“Wait, Taehyung, really?”

He nods once, bringing a spoonful of ice cream to his lips.

“I-I had no idea,” you stammer, suddenly feeling like an asshole. His birthday, and he’s here waiting on you hand and foot, while you haven’t so much as said a word of felicitations. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s waving away your apology with his spoon, then proceeding to answer around his bite of food. “It’s not like I expected you to know. I don’t really make a big deal of it.” He shrugs. “I tend to… I don't know. I get sort of melancholy this time of year. The holidays, my birthday. It’s a lot all at once. A lot of pressure. To be happy. To have everything figured out.”

Nodding slowly, you let his words fully wash over you before you respond. “I get that,” you finally murmur, working off another piece of hotteok. “Nobody ever talks about it, but I feel like birthdays are kinda weird as an adult. You have enough of them and it just starts to feel like a day, you know? Not special.”

“I usually find myself just hiding out, waiting for it to be over,” Taehyung admits.

You take a second to think back. “Yeah. I didn’t even do anything on my birthday this year.” A self-pitying laugh rises up before you can stop it. “Honestly, this whole year was such a flop. I’m glad it’s nearly done.”

Taehyung makes a face like he can’t disagree. “Hey, sometimes that’s life.” He pauses, brow furrowing slightly, then reaches a palm across the table. “Can I play a song?”

“Go ahead,” you offer, pushing your phone into his hand. You scrape your spoon along your dwindling dessert, and haven’t even managed to bring the assembled bite to your mouth before the music changes— from one Frank Sinatra song to another, this one with a driving blues rhythm.

Taehyung is already on his feet, hips starting to sway. “Ah, come on. You have to dance with me.”

He’s closed the distance between you before you can even protest, his hands smoothing across the blanket still wrapped over your shoulders.

“Let me take your coat, ma’am.”

You shift off the stool and onto your feet with a smile as he unwraps the blanket from around you and tosses it toward the back of the couch, missing by at least a foot.

“Why thank you,” you tease, feigning some kind of Transatlantic lilt to your voice that makes him really laugh. “Such a gentleman.”

Taehyung turns to face you again, and then you feel his large hand pressing to the small of your back, warm even through the fabric of your shirt, and your heart stutters a little. You take his other hand in yours and let him lead, let him pull you all the way in until you can turn your head and press your cheek to the firm plane of his chest.

Frank Sinatra croons on about how you can’t let life get you down, and suddenly there’s a weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I feel bad, Taehyung,” you admit, and when you glance up at him, he’s looking right back down at you. “That you’re here with me tonight.”

“Why?” he asks, like he really doesn’t know.

“Because,” you shake your head. “I don’t know. There’s a million better places you could be. I can’t even give you birthday sex.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to,” he answers simply, then leans back, guiding you under his arm for a spin.

A little giggle bubbles up in your chest, catches on the first syllable of your reply as you twirl. “A-are you sure?”

Taehyung nods, thoughtful, when you come back to center again. “This is a good reminder that… I like taking care of people. It’s been a while since anyone’s let me.” The hand holding yours gives a gentle squeeze, and you can’t help but squeeze back.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me,” you answer softly. “You did a good job. Pretty sure I’m on the mend already.” You blink up at him through your lashes, and the way his eyes are fixed on you makes your heart squeeze, too.

It’s nearly overwhelming, taking him in like this, close enough that you can see every stray beauty mark kissed over his handsome features. Fluffy-haired, big-dicked Kim Taehyung— who would’ve thought?

Taehyung’s adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and you feel a sudden rush of heat all over, one you don’t quite think you can blame on a fever. It hardly even occurs to you that the two of you have come to a complete standstill now, barefoot in the middle of your kitchen, Taehyung’s palm pressed to your back, the fingers of your joined hands now shifting to lace together.

“Taehyung,” you’re breathing his name before you even realize it. “Would you… want to stay here tonight? Like, sleep together, literally?”

The smile that flashes over his face is nothing short of brilliant. “Yeah, okay.”

Your voice dips a little lower, teasing, as you smile back. “I really do think I’m feeling better, so. Maybe in the morning I can take care of you, too.”

Taehyung’s fingers brush the length of your jaw, then reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue.

“I’ve got this spray that makes my throat totally numb, so.”

He pauses, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, but he can’t quite keep a straight face. “Fuck, why is that so sexy?”

You’re laughing against his lips when he kisses you.

[naturesapphic]

Heyy can u write a caregiver billie x fem little reader. About us being a spoiled ass brat and we deserve a punishment 🤧

Brattiness

Caregiver!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort, talks of punishment, soft!billie

“No baby you can’t have more candy. They will rot all of your pretty teeth!” Billie tried explaining to you but you weren’t listening. You just want your tummy candy! What’s wrong with that? “Wan mys candys!” You pouted and stomped your feet in anger which made Billie give you a stern look that usually made you straighten up but it didn’t today. “Baby you need to stop with the attitude right now. You are acting bratty. Where’s my good girl at anyway hm?” Billie asked you and you pouted and stomped your foot again.

“J-jus wan c-candy mommy!” You cried out as frustrated tears started forming in your eyes. “I know you do angel and I’m sorry but I don’t want you to have an upset tummy.” She explained to you once again but you just stayed silent this time. “I’ll be right back okay? Stay here and be my good little baby.” Billie said softly but sternly as she got up and went off to wherever she was heading to. You smirked and went over to find your secret candy spot and just started going for it. Ten minutes went by and you ate a bunch of chocolate and your stomach was hurting bad.

Deep down you knew you should have listened to your mommy but your bratty side won today and punishment was coming for you. Billie came back five minutes later to see you curled up on the floor, whimpering. She rushed over to you and bent down on the floor so she could see you. “M-mommy…tummy…” you cried out and Billie scooped you up in her arms and started rocking you gently. “Why does your stomach hurt baby?” She asked even though she had a feeling what had happened but she wanted to give you a chance to tell her and to be honest with her.

You pouted and looked down in embarrassment “I-i ates more candy mama…” you quietly said and Billie nodded. “I kinda figured that, thank you for telling me the truth baby, but I do hope you know you are getting a punishment later right? You will spend some time in the corner.” She said and you gave her a pout but you nodded anyway. “I sowwy mama…” you apologized and she cooed at you. “I know you are baby but do you understand why mommy tells you these things? I don’t want your little belly to hurt.” She said and at the end started tickling your tummy. You started squealing and laughing at the tingling sensation until she stopped and held you closer to her.

“Now…why don’t we take some medicine for that tummy ache of yours and we can cuddle up and watch some cartoons. How’s that little one?” Billie suggested and you nodded your head. Billie got up and carried you into the kitchen and gave you some pepto to help with your tummy. She continued to hold you in her arms as she went into the living room where she sat down on the couch with you still on her lap. The two of you laid out on the couch and you eventually fell asleep curled up in your mamas arms. Billie smiled down at you and ran her fingers through your hair.

When you woke up billie will have a talk with you again and give you your punishment that would be spending at least 10 minutes in the corner. Which she seemed to be a fair punishment. She could definitely give you worse but she knew that you suffered enough with your tummy ache you had endured so your punishment wasn’t gonna be that bad. But for right now she just wants to hold her little baby close and just cuddle and that’s what y’all did until you woke up.

A/n: idk if I did this right I guess they wanted to read the actual punishment but if I need to write a part two I can but I hope the anon enjoyed it and I hope the rest of y’all did! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

[teagballs]

take it out on me | michael bluth

authors note: first request let's gooooooo!!!!! tysm @youcandalekmyballs !!!!! also my first michael fic 🤧 anyway requests still open pls send me stuff!! hoping to do some fluffy stuff soon aswell. tysm for reading!!

cw: blowjobs, p in v, fem reader, michaels a teeny bit mean tbh, unprotected sex, not proofread

nsfw below the cut

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Michael came through the door, slamming it behind him.

"I'm so sick of him." You jumped a little, you had been sitting on the sofa waiting for him to come back from visiting his father in prison. From his tone of voice, it didn't seem like it had gone well. Michael made his way into the living room, face softening just a little when he saw you.

"Didn't go well?" You asked, you knew the answer.

"Not at all," Michael began, sitting down beside you on the sofa. "What does 'light' treason even mean?" He groaned. Michael began to loosen his tie.

"I'm sorry to hear that, it's not fair on you." You said apologetically. Michael had been so overworked lately. Between managing the company, his family, and the FBI, it had been a stressful few weeks. You wanted to help him but really there was nothing you could do.

But in this mess it also meant that the pair of had sex in a long while.

"I'm just so... frustrated."

Then it hit you. You knew what you could do to help.

"Frustrated?" You started.

"Frustrated. I mean it feels like I can't get a clear word out of my dad, everything is just so difficult with him." Michael muttered. You knew you had to help relieve some of this stress.

"Well maybe, if your frustrated..." You repeated. Michael turned to look at you, confused. You leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"You could take it out on me." That sentence sent shivers down Michael's spine. He straightened up, looking you in your eyes.

"Take it out on you?" Michael questioned, voice small, his anger lost somewhere between confusion and lust.

"Use me, Michael, be rough, let it all out." You smiled sweetly at him. Michael tried to remain composed even though the idea was making his cock grow harder and harder the more he thought about it. 'Take it out on you' the sentence kept repeating in his mind. It was so dirty. You knew he wanted this. If the tent he was pitching in his pants wasn't evidence enough, the way his face flushed and he now avoided looking directly at you were also solid clues.

"Unless," you rang mockingly, you were also quite horny now and not willing to wait any longer, "you're too much of a pussy-" Michael grabbed your face and kissed you rough. He wasted no time pushing his body on top of you until he had you pinned underneath him on the sofa. His tongue prodded at your mouth, demanding entrance. You whimpered out pathetically as your mouth opened. Michael smirked against your lips. He deepened the kiss, you both were growing more desperate. Your hands began to explore his body, craving some friction, some attention. After a minute, he pulled away, panting.

"You want this?" He confirmed quickly. You nodded your head.

"Use me Michael, take it out on me," you quickly replied. That was all the endorsement Michael needed.

"Get on your knees." You felt yourself get wetter as the words left his mouth. This demanding and dominating side was something you had never seen from Michael. Maybe this was something he always wanted to do. Maybe it was repressed. It didn't matter right now, you were savouring every second. You followed Michael's instructions and got on your knees in front of him on the sofa. You looked up at him. He looked divine. Hair messy, a few buttons undone. He breathed out a 'hm' and smiled weakly at the sight before him. He released his aching cock finally. "Don't need me to tell you what to do, do you sweetheart?" It was all too good to be true.

You gave his cock a few stroke to begin with, watching as his face began to relax. That was good. You started small, a few licks to the tip, he let out an annoyed groan. You shouldn't be teasing him - not when you're supposed to be helping him relax - but the noises he emitted were too good. Michael was growing tired of this though. He needed to feel you around his member. He jolted his hips up, making his tip hit your mouth.

"Just fuckin-"

To Michael's relief you finally opened your mouth fully and took his cock in whole. You attempted to start a pace, dragging your mouth up and down and swirling you tongue around the bottom occasionally. But that wasn't enough. Michael needed this to be fast and rough, and you just weren't doing it right. Michael groaned out and grabbed your hair. He planted his hand in your roots, directing your movement into a much faster and more rushed pace. You weren't expecting this of course, causing you to gag. Your eyes welled unexpectedly, now your mascara was running. Michael's caring nature returned still even in his overworked and frustrated state, his other hand met your face, cupping it and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

His directions grew faster, using your mouth like a fleshlight. As he could feel himself growing closer he broke out a couple low moans.

"Fuck- jus' like that, m'nearly there."

He groaned a long 'fuuuckk' before cumming in your mouth, causing you to choke and spit. Michael held your face once more.

"Swallow." His voice was low and raspy, it only made you wetter. You did as you were told and swallowed his load. He smiled at you. "Good. Now bend over," He said bluntly. 'He isn't wasting any fucking time tonight' you thought. You crawled back onto the sofa, bending over; face down ass up. Michael came behind you. He ran hand down the curvature over your waist before pulling both your pants and underwear down. He pushed a few fingers into your dripping hole, ensuring you were ready. You tightened around his fingers. Michael laughed at this. "Needy much?" Which was ironic since he was already hard again and desprate to fuck you.

He positioned himself behind you before entering you, making a pornographic noise as your pussy clenched around him. He didn't start slow, thrusting in and out of you at a quickening pace. He let out some low groans and growls in time with his thrusts.

"Fuck fuck!" You choked out. Michael didn't slow down though. He was so taken by his anger and lust that we hadn't noticed the fact you were close, chasing his own high. You came first around his cock, trying to catch your breath as he continued to pound you.

"M'almost fucking there," his voice went higher and whiny before he pulled out quickly, coming on your ass, thankfully.

You sat next to him, both heaving and out of breath. He turned to you, face full of concern.

"I wasn't too mean was I?" He questioned.

"No honestly Michael, it was amazing," you smiled. He smiled back, wrapped his arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

"Do you feel any better?"

"Much better."

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I miss Yves so much. I was reading the Best of Both Worlds lately (ngl when I first saw the title I was expecting a Hannah Montana Yandere 🤧), I love the part when his darling is sick and he just sensually rubs their back, hugs them, kisses them, strokes their arms and just whisper things in their ears. Even though they ended up cumming (understandable cause I would too).

I just finished an exam and it was so difficult, why isn’t Yves here to help me pass it change my grades. 😭😭 Just feeling so stressed rn, why is it this hard to get a degree. 😓

If you can could you please do an exam comfort with Yves, or another sensual time with him similar to the Best of Both Worlds (with the aim of making the darling cum). Or both 🤧

Sorry if this is too long, or if I’m asking for too much or the tmi, and the ranting. That exam got me fucked up. 😞

Anyway have a nice day! 😊 I really enjoy all that you write! (Especially you cussing out Cyprus is fun)

[Here another post about yves helping you before your exam]

You sat at your table, staring into nothing in particular as the hoard rushes out of the exam hall, not wanting to spend another second in a place so stuffy, so cold and so stressful.

The invigilators have collected all the sheets, they're recounting it at the very front as the students pour out of the two doors. You're not in a hurry to get back home, it's not like you could slide out unscathed anyways. Might as well wait until most of them had left so you could have a smooth exit without bumping shoulders.

The exam no doubt, sucked. It was hard, the worst thing you have ever taken. Perhaps you didn't have time to study, or perhaps you did. And that hurts even more to know your best wasn't enough. You also have to have luck by your side.

You were absolutely drained, you didn't feel like moving a muscle even though the hall is nearly empty. Save for the invigilators and a few others who found themselves staring into space at how horrible that paper was.

You sat there with your body slumping against the chair. It really is devastating to you.

Then, you feel a large, soft hand slowly and soothingly rub your shoulder. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was, who else would touch you so tenderly like that, other than Yves?

His touch left you as he moved closer to you and crouched down, wanting to have a good look at your downcast face. Even when he lowered himself, he is at eye level with you.

He softly called you by your name. But you're too upset to even look at him. So, Yves stroked under your chin to direct your attention to him, it was ticklish and flustering, temporarily distracting you from the hurt you feel.

"It's time for you to leave the hall, dear." His voice was barely above a whisper despite the area being devoid of ears. You're the only one left.

You stared at him without saying or doing anything. Yves's beautiful green eyes softened and he tilted his head to the side, silently expressing sympathy for you.

He brought both hands to your face and cupped your cheeks, lovingly caressing them with his thumbs and palm.

"You did well." He praised, giving you a comforting kiss on the forehead. "It was difficult, but it is over now."

Yves smiled, wiping a stray tear that fell from your eye. He sees how your lower lip trembles and your eyebrows knitting together.

"I am so proud of you."

That was the last straw, you burst into tears and began sobbing noisily. Dampening his hands with your tears and snot, yet he made no effort to pull away. Instead, he engulfed you into a warm hug, allowing you to bury your head in his chest. A hand went on to softly pet your hair, while the other rubbed your back up and down.

His signature fragrance filled your lungs, the silkiness of his hair brushed against your skin and your fingers are tightly gripping onto his turtleneck, giving it deep wrinkles. You know that it's going to be okay with Yves here, he makes everything alright. He just does.

Yves quietly hushes you as he pecks at the crown of your head numerous times.

Yves let's you cry as loud as you need, he didn't mind staying still and holding you in his arms for a while. Eventually though, you calmed down enough to remove your grip on him. Opting to use your hand on your teary face instead, trying your best to flick the sorrow away.

Yves slowly parted himself away from you, momentarily frowning at the chilliness biting at him. But, he immediately went to work, gathering all your stationery and neatly organizing them back into your pencil case. He zipped it up and kept it into his handbag, fishing out a packet of facial tissues at the same time.

"Shh... All is well. There is no need to cry, my love." He gently pried your hands away from your face and went on to wipe all the mess away with a piece of tissue.

He went on for a few more minutes, consoling you in the middle of an empty examination hall. Your sniffles and hiccups echoed through the vast space, making you self conscious. But Yves never once paid attention to anything other than you; anything else is secondary.

Only when you're mostly silent and you have expended all your energy, Yves slung your arms around his neck and tucked his under your legs and back.

You hid your face between his neck and hair out of embarrassment as Yves carried you out of your chair, but you knew that you wouldn't have enough energy to get out on your own anyways.

He began walking away from your desk, getting further and further from the place you dread. Closer and closer to the exit.

Before he could leave past the door, you told him you wanted to walk on your own. He paused for a few seconds before honoring your request, gently setting you down on your feet.

He fixed your clothes, adjusting them and smoothing any wrinkles out. Fixing your collar and brushing your hair with his manicured nails. You stood there and let him take care of you like that as he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you do.

He finished off with a sweet and chaste kiss on your lips. Yves chuckled as your cheeks heat up a bit, tickling you by tracing a finger along your jaw.

"Come." He offered his hand for you to hold. "It's time to go home."

You accepted it, letting him wrap his digits around your much smaller hand.

He had also collected your bag earlier, Yves wouldn't allow you to carry anything as the two of you walked to the parking lot.

Yves knew how to make everything better. He told you that he baked your favourite cake to celebrate the end of your exams and that there is a delicious feast waiting for you at home, served fresh and hot.

With him by your side, you knew that everything will be okay.

[pillarsoflove]

can i request sleep over hcs with any characters? can be platonic or romantic!

hi! yes! sleepovers are so fun 🫶 sorry these are short, I couldn't think of much :(

gn!reader, they/them if any

characters: march 7th, dan heng, sampo, stelle (f!mc), caelus (m!mc)

up for interpretation of platonic or romantic!! fluff 🫶

March!

first off, definitely the type to forget to give you a blanket

but don't worry!! she has a lot of those soft decorative ones, so you aren't short on options, she just forgot

"this is a sleepover! you think you're supposed to sleep??" fr

if you are just friends, she definitely asks about who you're romantically interested in

gossiping about your trailblaze missions!! giggling about some people you met, thoughts on what happened, I'm ngl y'all definitely smack talk people you don't like too

hello!!! dress up?? yes

she doesn't typically like people close to her face, but if you two are close enough to have a sleepover she trusts you enough to allow you near her face! so you can mess with her hair or do her makeup

you both eventually knock out with the lights still on

Dan Heng!

if you have a sleepover you either don't live on the express or it was an accident

in the accident case you probably wanted to spend more time together and ended up falling asleep in his "room" (the archives), or you had a nightmare and being in the same room as him calmed you down

offers you his bed and he'll sleep on a pallet on the floor – it isn't much different from his makeshift bed already – just less padding

if you end up falling asleep after trying to spend more time with him he'll carry you to his bed, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to your room if you live on the express

idc how big you are, he's stronger than he looks, he has hidden muscles similar to swimmers thanks to his weapon!

sampo!

good luck man, I don't think he has a house

just hops from one hotel/motel to the other

so you're either sleeping in your room, or in a hotel room

if you're part of the astral express, the hotel room is probably the better option considering the hate dan heng and March has for him

and the others probably will as well ngl

anyway! he will offer to sleep in the same bed if the room only has one bed as a joke

(platonic only, or romantic but haven't slept in the same bed yet ->) insult is probably what he's expecting, if you want to catch him of guard, accept, it's funny bc wait?? what?? deadass??

if y'all are friends he's trying to explain it was a joke without sounding like a loser 🤧

probably snores

if you wake him up bc he's snoring too loud he's gonna go on about how he needs his beauty rest so excuse you

stelle!

honestly, I think she would enjoy chill nights

like she's everywhere all the time during the day, so calm nights are a nice break, plus she's tired from the day

you two do some small activities, like maybe playing a game, or reading, or just talking, maybe watching a movie

the room lights are dim too! off during a movie :)

I feel like she would have a seal plushie..

won't go to sleep until you say when because she doesn't want to make you feel pressured to sleep at the same time as her

though if you take too long she'll probably nod off in a beanbag

offers you her bed too! let's you sleep with her seal plushie if you want (if you have plushies then let her sleep with one at the next sleepover pleasee)!!

skin care together!! you can use each other's headbands for the night, just for fun :)

caelus!

he also doesn't say when he wants to sleep because he doesn't want you to feel pressured

plus I feel like it's hard for him to get to sleep anyway, so it's not hard for him to stay up

will take an interest in your items if you brought any knick knacks over

like a ring holder, music box, fidget toy, figurine, etc etc

he wants to see what it does and know the story behind it if you have one

honestly, just wants to spend time with you, doesn't care what you do, so it's up to you!

be warned, if you do each other's nails, he's not great at it and will end up getting quite a bit on your skin and the polish on your nails might (will) be a big lumpy

but he does his best! might even try to make a design on it if you ask, though it comes out unrecognizable (he's still happy with it if you are, also, gets happy if he sees you still wearing it a while after!)

once it's time for sleep he'll turn out the lights and plug in his nightlight (apologizes profusely if it bothers you, he can't sleep without it though)

sleeps on a pallet next to the bed while you sleep on the bed

also has a plushie! it's a grey cat

it typically sits on his desk, he only sleeps with it if he's having a particularly hard night, so you can sleep with it if you want

just make sure to put it back on the desk tomorrow though

[bloodlinesceo]

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 (𝐈𝐕)

Gif is by me, I found him too precious here lol

Credit to NJPW though

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets ready for her date, but also reveals the secret to B-Fab. (I can't summarize for shit 😭).

Warnings ⚠️: Swearing, Tama & Solo being mean ass bullies, shames her way of dressing, arguing, and angst. I think that's it.

WC: 1.3k

Masterlist (if you haven't read the previous parts)

A/N: Sorry to all the Solo & Tama fans towards the end of this chapter, it's kinda brutal 🤧

Enjoy 💫

You & the girls went to the shopping mall, you all split up, went to your shops of choice & promised to meet at the food court at a fixed time. You were shopping with Naomi & B-Fab at Zara when you realized you didn't bring anything fancy to wear, you didn't know you were gonna go on a date with your work crush. You started looking at dresses which you considered date worthy & finally picked a nice strapless dark denim dress, kinda casual, but date worthy at the same time, it was Summer anyway & only the beginning. You knew if this one goes well, you'll have a more intimate one later.

Thanks to your job & its perks of interviews, conferences or gigs you packed your heels just in case, it'd go with your dress. B-Fab was still trying on clothes, she had a date coming up too. Naomi & you went to the front counter to check-out, and then decided to wait for B. "That dress is really cute sister!" she said. "Thanks sister!" you grinned "love your outfits, you're a Trinsetter!" She laughed pointing at you "I see what you did there!" Bri finally checked out her outfits & came out with her shopping bags. "Well, it's about damn time!" said Naomi "what took you so long?" you asked. "I couldn't help it! They have a sale, and I ran out of outfit ideas for SmackDown" she said. You rolled your eyes "says the girl who has a whole Nordstrom for luggage" "hey! Ain't nothing wrong with being prepared" she said.

The 3 of you went off to Sephora to get some last minute gems, met at the food court with the rest of the girls & left. You were surprised nobody questioned you about the dress or anything else. Evening approached, you got out of the shower & lathered yourself up with your favorite lotion & fragrances to prep for your date. You kept your hair down, wore your dress, jewelry, heels & kept the makeup basic since it was just a casual date. You grabbed your purse & got ready to leave when B-Fab walked into the room.

"Ooh girl! You look so hot! Making quite the first impression on T.L huh?" she winked "Are they a girl friend or a guy friend? You usually don't dress up like this unless it's special." She was right, you were a tomboy who didn't like to dress too much & kept it comfortable rather than haute couture, but when you did, it meant something special. You did tell her about your crush on Loa, and she's always been there for you when you needed someone. Hopefully she can keep a secret so you decided to tell her.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by her "Y/N! Pull your ass out of La La Land!" "Sorry Bri! Listen, if I share something with you, could you pleeease not tell anyone?" She raised a brow at you "you didn't kidnap someone did you? Or rob a bank?" "Hell no! It's much less serious than that! It's more of a secret." You took her to the bathroom because you knew the hotel walls are thin & you never know who's listening. She was confused "okay, you know the T.L. person I'm supposed to see tonight? It's not a friend" she scrunched her face up in confusion "wait what?-" "It's Tonga Loa, I have a date with him tonight, it's our first one" you confessed.

Her eyes widened & she let out a gasp "YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH THE TONGA LOA???" you quickly covered her mouth with your hand "why don't you say it louder for the world to hear?" "I'm sorry girl! But how? When?" she asked "yesterday, after the whole catering drama I was ready to leave & he stopped by we talked, he apologized on Tama's behalf which he shouldn't have, talked about our matches, and then he asked me out" you gushed. "Oh my God!" she squealed "is that why you were talking on the phone for so long at brunch today?" You blushed, "yes, but please don't tell anyone, it's between him, me & you now" she squeezed your shoulder "I won't tell a soul, you get out there & have a fun time! Steal his heart! Give me all the details after!" "Will do" you smiled as you both left the bathroom.

Your phone went off meaning you got a text, you opened it up & saw it was from Bianca. Your eyes widened, you totally forgot she was dropping you off to your date with Loa. Bri saw your expression, "what's wrong babe?" "Bianca's dropping me off to the date which is a bar & grill, I forgot. She has no clue, and you know if anyone finds out about us all hell will break loose right?" you were anxious. Bri pulled you into a hug "sister, I got your back. If anyone tries to find out, I'll stall 'em. You go out there & have a great time. You only live once!" she smiled. "I love & appreciate you more than you know Bri" you said hugging her tight & kissing her head. "Likewise, he makes you happy that's all that matters, go get your man! Good luck! Don't be late! You don't want to keep him waiting!" You waved bye to her & left the room.

You took the elevator down to the lobby to meet Bianca, before that you passed by the gym, you saw Tama & Solo in front of the gym entrance talking to each other. "Fuck!" you thought to yourself, did this have to happen now? Loa was right, they love to get their last minute workouts in.You silently passed by trying to avoid detection & looked the other way, but that failed since they eventually saw you walk by them. "Where's she off to?" mumbled Tama behind you. "I don't know, but isn't it a little too late to be going out dressed like that?" questioned Solo.

You stopped in your tracks, they said 2 venomous sentences & you already had enough. "Bro went out somewhere too" said Tama "but he can manage his sleeping schedule unlike someone else" causing Solo to chuckle. You curled your fists up. "We don't have any gigs or Meet & Greets, but I'm surprised someone actually wants to see her." said Solo. You turned around to face them.

"Listen, what I do is none of your damn business. I'm not one of either of your children. If y'all spent more time on your workouts than gossiping about women maybe you'd be entertaining in the ring & then you won't have to copy & paste off of your cousin's Tribal Chief character to be relevant" you snapped, both men looked pissed, maybe you should've just kept walking. Tama got off the wall he was leaning against & walked towards you, with a death glare on his face when he got cut off by Bianca calling you.

"Y/N! I've been waiting for you for the past 10 minutes aren't you going to be late to meet your friend?" Solo scoffed "her friend? She has friends?" Bianca's expression turned from worried to cold. "Who the hell am I then? A ghost?" she defended. She went up to you & directed you away from Tama & Solo "worry about my husband & brother kicking y'alls asses next week instead of her. I'd go back in there & train with God if I were you. My man doesn't fear anyone but him. Let's go Y/N" she said taking you away from the gym. Once the both of you were out of their sight, Solo looked at Tama; "request Nick Aldis, for a Street Fight next week against The Street Profits" Tama nodded making the younger man smirk.

TBC 💫

[dumb-duxky]

What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

Yall I think I'm abouta yap with this one 😼

I've watched at least a little of every tmnt out there, but I'm going to go with the ones I know more of (sadly, I have not been able to read the IDW comics other than the last ronin... 🤧)

2012:

I'm a huge fan of Mikey and Leatherheads friendship. Like, given Mikey isn't really taken seriously by his brothers, Leatherhead does amd greatly respects him too. He sees the type of intelligence and empathy Mikey has and greatly appreciates it. They are always genuinely happy to see eachother and I think it's cute, especially since literally everytime they see eachother Mikey hugs him 🤧 I really wish I saw more of that (guess I gotta draw it myself lmao or look harder) But I have read fanfiction with it, particularly "Hey Sunshine" by leaden on Ao3. (I gotta catch up ☠️) but I wish I saw more of this, because genuinely they are really good friends. And honestly this one might be my favorite, I'm always so happy seeing them together on screen.

I would go into the brothers relationships, but I'd just end up yapping too much ☠️

Rise:

Donnie and Shelldon is genuinely such an adorable father son duo, along with Senior Hueso and Leo. I find it really adorable, and just thinking of these make me happy. Sadly I don't have much to say, given it's been a while since I've last watched (other than the movie lmao) I haven't seen much of this either, sadly. (Sometimes in fanfiction or art, which is always a lil treat 😋)

Mutant Mayhem:

Sadly the show didn't give us much on dynamics on the brothers (though I am happy to see each one grow independently, kinda a twist from others of working together, or mostly focusing on Leo or raph) but from what I saw loved Raph and splinter. In other iterations, Raphs anger was something he needed to control, and while that is valid, splinter clearly saw that Raph was getting overwhelmed by the environment and sent him out. I just really liked that, or I just really liked Raphs portrayal of anger in general in that episode. I guess I have seen this in a fanfiction, where it's generally the boys have a great relationship with splinter. But I can't remember right now so I might come back and edit this lmao.

I was also pleasantly surprised by Leo's friendship with April. It wasn't another Donnie situation, and it showed that first and foremost, they are genuinely friends who get along with eachother. I just really liked that. I actually have seen some art on this, and it makes me happy, bc this is a ship I fw ngl.

I'm gonna stop rn before I make a 4 page essay no one would read ☠️ anyways thank you so much for the question ^^ sorry it was a few days late, didn't see it till now (3 am...) but I'm happy you asked >_< I'm always happy to yap about whatever lmao

[domiforpresident]

Tender headed

Paring: Riri Williams x fem!black reader

this is a really short one shot but i needed something to post since I've been a lil inactive lately 🤧

A/N: I got this idea while reading some of @pantherheart hc's (love your whole page sm btw)

Riri squirmed in between your legs as you braided her hair. The more she moved the harder it was for you to do it.

"Ri my love, you gotta stop moving so much so I can get your part's straight." You sighed out trying to get the shorter girl beneath you to comply with you.

"I know y/n, I know but that shit hurts and you know I'm tender headed as hell" Riri  wined as she held one side of her head.

You reach out to grab Riris hand and interlock it with yours. "I understand my love, but if you wanna get this over with you're gonna have to sit still for me" you explained 

Riri rolled her eyes "Ok but I better be getting something in return for this" Riri retorted.

"Something in return like what?" You raised your eyebrow and questioned.

"We'll see." Riri sassed out at you. 

"Keep on with that lil funky attitude and ima leave half of your head unfinished" you cautioned Riri.

Riri mocked what you just said to her. You had no intention of leaving. But your back was hurting and you needed a break anyway. 

"I heard that Riri, enjoy trying to finish your own hair" you scoffed. 

You crawled over Her, now headed towards the door. Riri swiftly came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist before you could leave. She placed soft kisses down your neck all the way to your collarbone. 

"You know I was just playing baby, plus I'm irritated you've been in my head for a good hour, I'm sorry." she apologized while still trailing kisses down your neck. You pulled away from her before her pecks turned into anything else. 

"Sit yo ass down Riri so I can finish your hair" you demanded as you walked back to your designated spot on her bed. 

"Ok, I got sum for you when you're done" Riri grinned as she went to take her pace between you legs once more.

"Mhm" you rolled your eyes softly smiling. "keep on moving while I'm doing your hair and ima pop you with this comb" you rebutted.

"Pop me with that comb and we gon fight" Riri threatened playfully.

"Well fight me when I'm done with your hair" you told Riri, who was now focused on the show playing on her TV. You in turn went back to working on Riri’s sensitive scalp.

[moonduckling]

Chenle and Jisung X Sleeping Together In Bed

[Chenle]

I can see Chenle being the type to bring every needed thing to the bedroom. The water jug, a 100 snacks, a knife for sandwiches, the whole kitchen to be honest. 😅

Likes to ask cheesy questions about your day and how your coworkers are doing, etc.

Likes to steal the cover so he can sleep right up under you.

Steals the pillow and throw it on the floor so you would use his arms as pillow.

Kisses you at least a hundred times before you guys actually go to sleep.

Ends up having a pillow fight because of a topic you both didn't agree on.

His loves to grab your butt and massage them in his hands.

His favorite sleeping position is between your legs.

Likes for you guys to sleep in bed bare-behind naked. He likes the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. 😏

You guys will most likely ended up fighting who gets the remote.

He rubs his hand up and down your back when he knows your close to falling asleep.

He loves calling you cute and playing with your hair. 🥰

He LOVES pillow talk.

Since you will be sleeping naked it give him an excuse to touch anywhere he please.

The way you and Chenle would end doing the deed. Is you disagree with him on anything that he knows he right about for a fact! Man will be punishing you for your behavior. 🤧😳🌶

Loves listening to the sound of you breathing.

Most definitely will be watching you while you sleep.

First thing in the morning he needs a kiss. 💋

[Jisung]

Likes to cuddle and watch tv

The cover he's willing to share, even if he most go without.

Likes to wear matching pj set to bed.

Will keep his body at arms length unless you tell him to come closer.

Likes to watch TV before bed. Especially the cooking channel.

Will bring some water and a bag of chips, saying this is the safest thing to eat before bed.

Likes to caress your face and tell you your cheeks are chubby and cute. ☺

Will try his best to keep it PG-13 the whole night through. But does it work? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Likes to warm his hand by placing them on your boobs.

His favorite sleeping position is close is being the big spoon and cuddling you.

Loves cockwarming or just basically teasing you until you give in. 🌶

He likes when he lays his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you tell him about your day.

Sloppy kiss are a must throughout the night.

Whispers sweet words in your ear and expects you to go to bed without receiving another. 😤

His hands will end down your pants one way or another.

Likes to place kiss on your knuckles in an absent mind way.

Will play the game while you read a book or do something else.

Shy when it comes to seeing you naked.

Night time is when he has the most energy so be ready to be rutted into as if it's mating season or something. 🤌🤣

Upsetting him is like release a different side of our dear baby. His lose all the shyness, he becomes bold, and he will be cussing you out while you're face down in the pillows. 😫

Author's Note: Sorry this coming out so later. I have been extremely busy with Youtube and moving. So I truly am sorry for making you guys wait. Also, it may not be good as the others because I literally just woke up and wrote this and it 10:26 and I suppose to be sleep. Anyway, enjoy this piece of trash and I'll see you later 😘.

~his-royal-tea

[throneofsapphics]

Have Your Little Girlfriend is thoroughly breaking my heart 🤧 It's such an emotional roller-coaster, and I don't know how to handle it.

I just want to share some of my thoughts about the fic with you:

First, the mated-triad concept is so fucking messy, I love it lmao! The concept itself has so much potential for angst, and you absolutely hit the mark with every chapter you release. The way you write angst scratches that angsty itch in my brain 😆

Second, the complete lack of communication between rowaelin and the reader frustrates me to no end (in a good way, I promise). And the idea that, even if the reader were to communicate their feelings to rowaelin in a healthy way, rowaelin probably wouldn't listen anyway, makes me want to scream 😀

There's such a clear and unhealthy disconnect between rowaelin and the reader - it's very much Rowan and Aelin vs. the reader, instead of Rowan, Aelin, and the reader navigating issues together. I have read very few fics that include this dynamic written as well as you write it. I'm in absolute awe of how well you've written this fucked up relationship dynamic!

Third, and most frustratingly, ROWANS BEHAVIOR IS PISSING ME OFF. There, I said it. Every time we get a glimpse of Rowans inner thoughts and feelings, it makes me want to kick his ass. I get it, he's literally blood bound to ensure Aelin is happy, healthy, and unhurt, but, fuck, he could at least pretend to care for the reader as much as he cares for Aelin. (Because, from what I've read, it doesn't feel like Rowan cares for the reader beyond the fact that they're mated - it seems like he just feels obligated to "care" for the reader.) I swear, if I have to read Rowan thinking, "If the reader makes Aelin cry, I'm going to make their life Hell" ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I'M GOING TO REACH INTO MY PHONE AND THROTTLE THAT DUMB BIRD. Especially when Rowan and Aelin's actions in the fic have literally pushed the reader into multiple mental breakdowns. Like, what the fuck dude?!?!

ALSO. Fenrys reducing the reader to just Rowans "other mate" in this newest chapter absolutely tore me apart. Without context, it's not necessarily untrue, but with context, it just feels so derogatory and diminishing and it made me want to pull my hair out.

Anyway, sorry for the rant lol, I just felt the need to share my thoughts. You're awesome, your writing is awesome, keep up the awesome work, and please add me to the Have Your Little Girlfriend taglist 🩷

Thank you so much for sharing all of this with me! I seriously love love love it and I'll absolutely add you to the taglist.

I agree their relationship dynamic is fucked, and if everything it would take some major revamping for their relationship to work in a genuinely healthy way.

PLEASE THROTTLE HIM!!!! honestly he deserves it.

Fenrys's "other mate" comment was genuinely an accident and he doesn't really believe it, but with how reader's been feeling I imagined it as a gut punch to her, even if she knows he doesn't think it's the truth either.

Please don't apologize! I absolutely loved reading this, you're awesome and thank you so much <3

[marinas-drafts]

I imagine a (really) quick tour basically consisting of Elvis going there's the kitchen, you know the outside, I'll give you a proper tour later lil girl and ushering her up the stairs to a guest room. Where Gigi ofc would get teary eyed and insist on "being with you and taking care of you Daddy".

So they head to his bedroom and he excuses himself to the bathroom only for her to get anxious / worried about idk a grunt or something she hears and she barges in. Look, it's Gigi the girl who has no boundaries in that respect I think anyway. So, she finds him mid-enema and just moves to help (sorry? Can probably be glossed!). He ofc is Very Hesitant and Shooked she's this… Doing this… Being his salvation when he's utterly exhausted and worn out from the day's events.

Gigi just does the things necessary, gets a damp cloth to wipe his sweaty face and sideburns and no she does not at all REVEL in the fact that she gets to do this and care for him and shower him with the affection we all know he deserves.

Once they settle into getting ready for bed Elvis is shocked again by her insistence in either a) sleeping neckid or b) being the bigger spoon cause she knows he's tired and can't handle pressure on his stomach right now. Actually probably B. As she soothes him to sleep, he murmurs to her that he "I'll get even with you Little" or whatever sounds good and drifts off. Gigi is left with all these feelings running through her of needing to take care of E and simultaneously needing to feel him Everywhere.

Hope this helps!

I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO PASS AWAY FROM THE FEELING OF BEING SO SEEN.

It’s like you read my most harbored wants for this chapter but I thought no one else would want to explore the less fluffy aspects of caretaking and then BAM -there’s you with this. Oh gosh, this is very emboldening, thanks babe. …and being the big spoon! I need to be his little jet pack and let his the back of his head rest on big tittys and have him be cradled by arms that can barely reach around his bulk. 🤧

[fangswbenefits]

I think one of the big reasons that I love sweet girl sm is because I relate so heavily to her. I mean, of course I love Miguel and everything he does, but she is so complex, human, and relatable.

Ik for me, it's really comforting seeing an oblivious reader without her being "Romance????? 🤔🤔🤔 Who's that? 🤠🤠🤠😜😜😜💃💃💃" because I might be the most oblivious person alive.

A little personal long story short, but my ex gf literally wrote a mini fanfiction between her and I with the same personalities, hobbies, looks, and with names that had only one letter changed. She would have me edit it, too. One of my friends had to actually grab me by the shoulders and straight up tell me "dude wake tf up she's in love with you." And even then I was like "What? What makes you think that? 👁👄👁"

And even this year one of my friends literally gave me a HAND DRAWN CARD with a cute little bee on it that said "will you bee mine?" It was so cute and he was all read when he gave it to me and my dumbass said "Omg this is so cute! Who's it for? 😃" I will jokingly flirt with my friends and I just assumed it was something cute or platonic or even for someone else. When he told me that it was actually for me, I just thanked him and walked away. I only found out that it was a romantic thing after they told me 2 months later 😭

Anyway, this is all to say that you are a great writer with phenomenal character building skills. Sorry for the long rant, it's just really refreshing and I needed to let you know that we appreciate you <3

- could I maybe be 🍎 anon? 👀

Loved reading this! I'm glad people are no longer suspecting that sweet girl was just playing dumb or that she was using Miguel (this one made me sad ngl). It is definitely not uncommon for some people to be clueless and it doesn't mean they are playing hard to get or that they are wearing a mask 👀

Sweet girl is vastly different from me, but I can still relate to some of her traits 🤧 I know she's still a reader insert, but I wanter to flesh her out and make her feel more authentic if that makes sense 💗

Again, thank you sending this! It's always a joy reading how you guys can relate to sweet girl 🥺

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 19

It was 9pm and I was sitting in bed eating dinner and watching Hulu, I got a text but I quickly swiped it away and continued to watch my show assuming it was one of those spam messages,

After the episode finished and I was done eating I closed Hulu and just began to scroll through my phone. I was thinking about texting Annie but I also just wanted to avoid her for now since thinking back to my scene earlier today I was embarrassed as hell.

I scrolled through my notifications and noticed the text message once again,

‘Hey y/n, this is Reiner.’

I looked at the message sent almost half an hour ago and was shocked, confused and curious.

I decided to send a text back,

‘Hi?’

He almost immediately replied.

‘So I was wondering if you’d go bowling with me?’

Before I even finished reading he texted me again,

‘Bert’s going to be there and you can bring Annie or anyone you want!’

I could literally sense the awkwardness through the screen. I sigh swiping out of the text message, I was debating whether I should call Annie and ask her to come after everything that happened I wasn’t sure though but if I couldn’t get Annie to come with me then I definitely wasn’t gonna go. It’s not like I thought Reiner was a bad guy but going out with a man alone, not to mention he was clearly interested in me was a no.

I decided to put my pride aside and ask Annie because I hated leaving people on read so I wanted to give Reiner a direct answer,

‘Bowling?’ Was all I texted to her,

‘When?’ She replied making we swipe out of the text and text Reiner

‘When?’ I texted

‘Saturday night! Like 7-8?’ He replied and I sighed going to text Annie,

‘7:30 Saturday’ I texted annie

‘Am I your ride?’ She asked me

‘Potentially’ I texted

‘Okay whatever let me know’ she texted

I texted Reiner back ‘yes’

‘See you tomorrow!’ He texted and I just went to sleep after that

-

I woke up to a text from Annie,

‘Can we talk,seriously’

When I saw the text I kinda got scared. I really didn’t want to but after everything she’s done for me I felt like I owed her.

‘Okay.’ I replied.

‘I’m on the way’ she texted back only a few seconds later. My anxiety started to build up.

I got out of bed and brushed my teeth, washed my face and put on clothes since my pjs had holes in them from being too old. “I really need to buy new clothes” I said to myself looking at the huge holes in my shirt.

‘I’m outside’ Annie texted

I headed outside to her and got in her car. She waited until I fully got in to drive. “We can talk at my house, my dads not home” we pull up in her driveway and Annie gets out of the car quickly, I take a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Annie’s already waiting on me with her front door opened, I mentally was not ready for any of this but I stepped inside anyways. “Are we going to your room?” she nodded and I headed to her room as she locked the door. It didn’t take her long to get to the room, “so what did you want to talk about?” I was extremely nervous and hated the silence.

“I want you to tell me everything, y/n. I’m tired of having to hear about your life from everyone else”

“I know and I’m sorry” I wanted to put my head down, to curl up into a ball and weep, to literally just run out of the room and come back with a different personality, one suitable for confrontation. But I couldn't. I knew I had to talk to Annie and be genuine.

“So tell me” she demanded impatiently

I sighed

A/n ~ Hi so chapter 19 will have 2 parts but I know that I’m slow and didn’t want to keep y’all waiting any longer since I promised I would have y’all a chapter by the end of summer and today was the first day of fall for me so 🥴 (I’m a day late sry) anyways yeah I’m working on it I just got to get back in the flow and oh my gosh my old writing is awful and I have to write like that to make it all blend 🤧 but hopefully bc I’m done with this chapter I can start improving and making stuff better for y’all!

[kay-elle-cee]

Happy Valentine’s Day 💌

Send this to five different people anonymously, and tell them three things you love/appreciate about them to brighten their Valentine's day!

What I love about you:

*opens scroll 📜 * *opens powerpoint* *excel spreadsheet* <- since you excel in writing 😏

*clears throat* it all started in the early 1600’s Little Kelsey was just a KC a little nugget in a world full of Snape’s…. Oh gosh that would be worse than a zombie apocalypse 😬, a-and oh dear I promised myself I would get emotional 🤧 I need a minute (and $10,000 deposited into my bank account bi-weekly for the rest of my life 👀).

Where was I? Oh yes, young KC she’s the angst to my pain. She puts the I in ibfibg, (yoo, I just realized without the I it’s bfgf, it’s like you manifested James and Lily being endgame in the story. Shocked pikachu face 🫢)

I no longer will complain by the amount of angst in her fic— ok well I still will complain because 🤨 missy, that’s my heart on the line! But fine, it’s yours you’ve stabbed it plenty of times anyways I’m immune to the pain by now 😒. Oh is that a dagger, I suppose give it your best shot.

ANYWAYS,

1. The love of angst I believe that solidifies a bond, that being said send ibfibg to a certain Mr.K, no I’m not talking about Kelloggs if that’s what you’re asking. (Did you see a bookmark on ibfibg? Someone who isn’t a mutual may have added a note on there. I wouldn’t know cause I didn’t do it)

2. You are the proudest HUFFLEPUFF that I’ve ever met, but you hide in the shadows with the Slytherins out of fear of being outcasted. Need not worry, friend I know the truth 😉

3. Sense of humor is always 🤌🏽 plus the way you enjoy putting Lily through pain and adding 🙂 to your fics I know I’ll end up like 😭 and I know your not sorry at least your honest 🥹🥹

1600s???? HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM NENA ANON?

Just kidding. Thank you so so so much for all your lovely words (all the time, not just here!) I just read the bookmark on ibfibg and I'm CACKLING oh my god 😂 The highest of high praise!

I find it so funny that you're on a single-handed mission to prove I'm a Hufflepuff while I'm just a normal, average (non-evil) Slytherin. Cursed Child has it's major problems but Scorpius Malfoy is a little Slytherin cinnamon roll I'll treasure to the end of my DAYS. (also no shade to Hufflepuffs! My bff group is split 2 Hufflepuffs and 2 Slytherins, like a buddy system)

Thank you again so much Nena Anon <3 This gave me quite a good giggle! I promise (warn?) there is more angst on the way, and I hope you enjoy it!

[allylikethecat]

After ATKH, OAF and after reading Ducklings today I really feel like I need SOMEONE on those fics to side with poor Matty. I feel like no one gets them and the comfort is not appearing ;--; or maybe I'm just really into revenge and want people (George) to feel the same Matty felt, specially after Ducklings today omfg Jamie what do you mean with a little bit of grace??? I need someone to verbally abuse him as well so I can feel slightly better. Anyway🤧 thank you for this fanfic, you are the best

Oh my gosh I am so incredibly sorry, you sent this on TUESDAY and I am just now answering this! Thank you SO MUCH for reading ATKH, OAF and Ducklings! I'm so grateful for the continued support, especially across my various fics! Poor Fictional!Matty is really going through it in the Allylikethe cat cinamatic universe lol I will say though, poor Fictional!George really did get the shock of his life, and Fictional!Jamie isn't saying that Fictional!Matty should forgive him... he just needs to realize that *maybe* Fictional!George was speaking out of shock and feelings of betrayal instead of like... how he really feels... but don't worry they're going to talk! Things can only go up from here for our poor Fictional!Matty!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fics and to send me this ask! I am so sorry again it took me so long to respond. I hope you are having the very best Friday and that you have a wonderful rest of your weekend!

❤️Ally