#but i rlly stressed being done today and i rlly thought i would :/

[jaysbaefie]

the intern | pjs

synopsis: in which your constant belittling finally pushes your obedient intern too far and he decides it's time someone puts you in your place.

genre: office au

pairing: intern!jay x boss!reader

warnings: bossy!reader, bratty!reader, mean dom! jay, dubcon/noncon, forced submission, spanking, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, oral (m.rec), light breath play, rough and unprotected p in v, light choking? (i think that's it...) this fic is filthy, like so fucking filthy.

wc: 6.7k

a/n: ikik intern didn’t win the poll but i still wanted to write it as a little thank you for 1000 followers!! smth about mean dom jay and bratty reader just tickles my goddamn pickle. anyways, i am officially done with school!! that means more updates ayeeee!!! i start school early may tho so what am i rlly celebrating for.. anyways! notes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. enjoy reading!!

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jay could feel his self restraint falling thin, his eyes glaring holes into the stack of papers in front of him.

he began to question if the internship was even worth it after the way you had been treating him for the last few months.

at first you were just cold, never acknowledging his presence and treating him like a nuisance rather than a human being. but then things took a turn for the worse, you had made him into your very own stress relief dummy.

taking out your frustration and anger on him whenever someone had pissed you off. someone mess up the reports that day? jay took the fall. presentations not prepared? jay took the fall. traffic on the way to work? jay took the fall.

you embarrassed him consistently, degrading and belittling him whenever you could. just take this morning for example.

the office buzzed with low conversations as the team gathered in the glass-walled conference room for the weekly status meeting.

jay sat near the front, his pulse quickening as he arranged his notes in an effort to keep his composure. today, the stakes felt even higher—he needed to impress, to prove that his dedication was more than just blind obedience. in a few weeks from now you'd be deciding who stays and gets the permanent position and who doesn't—he needed to impress you.

you swept into the room with an air of undeniable authority. clad in a sharply tailored blazer and high heels that echoed on the polished floor, you commanded every gaze without uttering a word. even before the meeting began, your presence shifted the atmosphere, the tension around you palpable.

jay swallowed harshly, his gaze scanning over your form as you step into the room. you were gorgeous, he'd give you that—but your attitude was foul. his eyes dropping to his files as he begins to mentally prepare himself for the presentation to commence.

he feels his heart drop when he realizes that the one file he so desperately needed, wasn't on the pile he had brought. jay's hands begin to shake, shuffling through the pile of files again as he hopes that it would magically appear in front of him.

he scans the large conference room table, turning to the person next to him to ask if they had seen the file.

as you took your seat at the head of the table, your eyes briefly scanned the room before landing on jay. a slow, knowing smile curled on your lips, as if you had been waiting for this moment. the meeting kicked off with a routine overview, but it wasn't long before you steered the conversation to the pending report—the one that jay was responsible for.

you fixed your gaze on jay, your tone unexpectedly sweet yet laced with a biting edge. "intern park," you began, deliberately using his given name for effect, "what exactly about 'don't speak unless spoken to' is confusing you? or do you just enjoy hearing your own voice?"

a collective murmur rippled through the room. jay's face turned a shade of crimson. he tightened his grip on his folder, his thoughts jumbling as his cheeks burned with humiliation. every eye was now on him, and he felt the weight of public scrutiny crushing his usual determination.

he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, "i—i'm sorry, i thought i had the data compiled..."

your eyes hardened, and you leaned forward, relishing the control. "thought? no, mr.park. you should have it. if you want to be useful here, you need to step up and stop hovering like a lost puppy around every minor detail." your words sliced through the silence, leaving no room for rebuttal.

the room was silent apart from the steady hum of the air conditioner and the clatter of pens against paper. jay's pulse pounded in his ears as he felt his confidence slip further with each of your calculated remarks. he could hear his internal monologue screaming for an escape, a defiant retort—but the fear of tarnishing his only shot at this internship kept his words locked away.

you weren't done. with a casual yet deliberate gesture, you waved a hand toward the clock on the wall. "i expected that report on my desk an hour ago. now, if you've managed to forget the basics of professional competence, perhaps it's time you rethink your priorities and career choices."

the finality in your tone silenced any remaining murmurs. jay's stomach churned with a mix of humiliation and a rising spark of anger—an emotion so raw that it blurred the line between submission and rebellion. the embarrassment stung, yet something deep within him shifted. in that charged moment, surrounded by his colleagues and under your steely gaze, jay realized that this wasn't just about a report or an internship. it was about reclaiming his dignity.

even as he forced a meek nod of submission to placate your immediate anger, a quiet promise echoed through his thoughts: one day, he would stand tall and show you that he was more than a pawn in your relentless pursuit of power.

as the meeting continued, the memory of your cutting words and his silent, seething response—hung in the air.

he clenches his fists as he holds in the urge to pull push the stacks of files off of his desk, his chest heaving heavily as he closed his eyes in attempt to soothe himself.

jay had been sorting through files for the remainder of the day after the meeting, per your orders.

the afternoon was unusually quiet in the office as you strolled into the small workspace where jay was already at his desk, meticulously organizing a stack of papers. he glanced up nervously as you passed, well aware that your mood this afternoon was as crisp as your tailored suit. all because of him, of course.

you held a cup of coffee in your hand, the same cup that he had left on your desk just a few minutes earlier.

leaning over his cubicle, you tilted your head slightly and said in a tone that angered him to his core, "did i stutter, jay? i said triple shot, not double. i expect my coffee precise, or should i send you to a barista school?" your words dripped with condescension, making it clear that he was the reason that your morning was ruined.

jay immediately got up from his seat, rushing to the break room with you trailing closely behind.

you scoff, pathetic.

jay's cheeks flushed as he fumbled with the coffee machine, trying to follow your instructions to the letter. he hurriedly adjusted the settings, his fingers trembling just a bit. you crossed your arms and eyed his work like a hawk. when the machine finally hissed to a stop with the coffee ready, you took a sip and pursed your lips in disdain.

"this is unacceptable," you snapped, your voice low but sharp. "i expect perfection every single time. if you can't handle the basics, perhaps you need a refresher on how to follow orders." the words hung in the air as jay's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and determination.

you turn away, walking back to his desk with jay following behind you like a lost puppy.

not stopping there, you swept past his desk and reached for a stack of files on a nearby table. with deliberate precision, you began rearranging them into neat, color-coded piles. every so often you'd glance back at jay, as if to remind him that even the simplest task had to meet your impossible standards.

"watch closely, jay," you ordered, turning back to him. "i want these files not only sorted but aligned perfectly. each folder must be exactly centered—no, better than that, flush against the left margin. can you manage that, or is that too much to ask?" your tone was both patronizing and commanding, a mix that left no room for negotiation.

jay nodded, swallowing hard. he scrambled to adjust the folders, his hands moving with a jittery urgency that mirrored the pounding of his heart. every minor hesitation was met with your sharp retort, your authority was over powering in this small corner of the office.

"if you think today's just another day to clock in and float through tasks, think again," you continued, your eyes narrowing as you circled back to his workstation. "i'm watching every move you make. understand that every detail matters, jay. perfection is not just expected, it's demanded."

the air in the workspace grew thick with tension as jay worked to correct his mistakes, each precise movement a testament to his desperate need to earn your approval. while other interns might have been emboldened or defiant, jay's focus remained solely on survival—on not letting you see even a hint of weakness.

as you finally stepped away, satisfied that the files were in proper order for now, you delivered one last cold remark over your shoulder, "good. now, i expect you to handle the rest of today without any more room for error." your voice trailed off, leaving jay alone with the echo of your words and the heavy burden of your expectations.

just as you begin to leave, you pause in your tracks—a smirk gracing your painted lips. "oh, and i want all my files sorted. you're not leaving till it's all done."

and that's how jay found himself sorting and organizing files, greeting his fellow colleges goodbye as he stayed back to finish his work. it was well past the end of his shift, the clock reading 11:04pm as he continued to sort endlessly.

only jay and you remained on the office, with you tucked away in your office typing away who knows what on your computer and jay outside getting paper cut after paper cut.

he could still hear your voice from earlier looming in his head—sweet, sharp, venom-laced in a way only you could pull off. mocking him, embarrassing him in front of the entire team. and now here you were again, heels echoing through the empty office as you strutted out of your office like you hadn't just made him stay hours past his shift for a task that could've waited until tomorrow.

"still here?" your tone was laced with faux innocence—leaning against his desk, arms crossed under your chest. "wow. and here i thought even you would've figured out how to sort a couple files by now. guess i gave you too much credit."

jay didn't look up. didn't speak. his jaw flexed once, twice, like he was chewing on his own patience.

you smiled, pleased with the reaction. "what exactly are you good at, jay? because it sure as hell isn't multitasking. or presenting. or getting coffee. i'm starting to wonder if your daddy pulled strings just to get you here. must be nice, huh? riding in on privilege and still failing."

that was it.

jay stood, slowly, the chair scraping harshly behind him as he pushed it back. his hands were planted on the desk, knuckles white, head still lowered. when he finally looked at you, there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. something dangerous. something done.

you opened your mouth to say something else, some cruel remark—but it never made it out.

"shut up," jay muttered, voice low and rough.

your brows lifted, stunned at his words" excuse me?"

jay had never dared talk back to you, taking every word, every complaint, every diss, wordlessly. jay stepped around the desk and you instinctively backed up. the smirk that had been on your face seconds ago beginning to falter.

"you've been treating me like shit for months," he said, walking you backward with each slow, measured step. "and i took it. every order. every insult. every little power trip of yours. because i thought i needed this job. i thought i needed you."

your back hit the edge of his desk and he didn't stop moving. didn't flinch when your eyes widened as he closed in. your hands gripped the edge of the table, your hands getting sweaty as you feel jay's nose brush against your cheek.

"but now?" his hands gripped the sides of the desk, caging you in as his breath fanned against your cheek. "now i think you need to be reminded of what happens when you push too hard."

your eyes widen momentarily when you see the wild look on his eyes, his nose flared slightly almost as if he was holding himself back. you scan his face, smooth and clean shaven with a small scar on his nose—his eyebrows maintained and his gaze sharp. it hurt to admit that he was in fact an attractive man, it was a shame that he was garbage at his job.

you scoffed, trying to sound unimpressed, but your body betrayed you—your breath caught, knees subtly pressed together.

"you forget your place, intern," you snapped, your voice weaker than you intended.

jay let out a humorless laugh. "no. you've just gotten way too comfortable in yours."

then, in one swift motion, he spun you around and bent you over the desk, your palms bracing the surface as you gasped. papers scattered in every direction, your heart hammering as the cold wood met your skin through your thin skirt.

you attempted to push yourself back up only for a hand to be secured at the back of your neck, pushing you back down so your cheek was planted firmly against the cool wood or the desk.

"jay—"

"quiet," he snapped, pressing down on your lower back as his hand slid up your thigh. "you love to give orders, huh? let's see how well you take them."

his voice was low, dark, threatening—but it wasn't just anger that drove him now. it was hunger. months of tension. resentment. control finally slipping from your grasp and into his.

"you want to act like i'm good for nothing?" he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. "then let me show you exactly what i'm good for."

your breath hitched as jay's hands ran slowly up your thighs, his touch rough with frustration, but precise—like he knew exactly how far to push you before you'd break. he yanked your skirt up without hesitation, the sharp sound of fabric dragging across your skin sending a jolt straight through your spine.

a low whistle cut the air, "who knew the boss wore such scandalous items to work, hm? a black lace thong? who are you trying to impress? me?" his hands fondling your butt, a whimper escaping you when he squeezes a little to hard.

you let out a scoff, "why the fuck would i want to impress a good for not—" jay's hand comes down to land on one cheek, a loud squeal leaving your mouth at the sudden sting.

"—you act so high and mighty," he muttered, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you back into him. "always barking orders, always so smug. but just wait, i'll be having you—" his palm presses  firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned to the desk. "—quiet. obedient. and right where you belong."

"yeah ri—" you don't make it far when you feel his hands tangle into your hair, yanking roughly so the top of your head was touching his chest—your back curved almost painfully as jay held you in place.

you bit your lip hard, trying to swallow down the whimper that built in your throat. but he heard it. felt the way your body twitched beneath him.

"don't get shy now," jay growled, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear as he leaned down for you. "you wanted to push me. you loved watching me squirm while you humiliated me in front of everyone. so now you're going to take it."

your hands gripped the edge of the desk as he pressed his hips against you—hard. the heat between you two was suffocating, filthy. his restraint was hanging by a thread, and you could feel the power shift in real time. you weren't in charge anymore. not here. not like this.

"jay," you gasped, your voice suddenly softer, breathier than you meant.

"say it again," he demanded, one hand sliding under your blouse and gripping your side possessively. "say my name like that again and maybe i'll be gentle."

"fuck you," you hissed, defiant till the end.

he chuckled low in his throat, dark and dangerous. "wrong answer."

his hand came down hard on your ass—once, twice—each slap sharp and biting, making you jolt. the sting blended with the burn of desire, making your head spin.

"i've had to listen to you tear me down every damn day," he snarled, grabbing your hair tighter and forcing you to arch your back painfully, exposing the curve of your neck. "now you're gonna listen to me. no interruptions. no smug comebacks. just moaning my name like a good girl."

you whimpered, the sound involuntary. your thighs squeezed together, desperate for friction.

jay noticed. oh, he noticed.

"look at you," he muttered. "so fucking wet for the same intern you said wasn't good for anything. guess you were wrong."

you didn't respond, your pride caught somewhere between your teeth and your rapidly crumbling composure.

jay's hand slid lower again, teasing you through your underwear, slow and maddening. "what's the matter, boss? cat got your tongue?" he pushed the fabric aside and let his fingers slide through your slick folds, groaning at how ready you already were.

he lets your back relax, pushing you face down against the table again making you whine. you could feel his thick cock push against you as he continued to run his fingers down your slit.

"god, you're soaked," he breathed. "you've been wanting this, haven't you? you wanted someone to finally shut you up. tame you."

you gasped when he pushed two fingers into you without warning, curling them just right. your knees buckled, but his other arm was already gripping into your hips, holding you steady, refusing to let you escape. you shook in his hold, attempting to claw your way off the table as jay begins to push into your walls with more strength.

"you don't get to run now," he whispered, voice low and deadly in your ear. "you're going to take everything i give you. every inch. every word. every second."

he pressed his fingers deeper, curling them slow and hard while his mouth traced hot kisses down your neck.

"get away from me," you try to seethe out, attempting to turn around—your arms flailing.

jay only smirks, his fingers now pushing into you in a punishing pace. "we both know you don't want me away, __. look at how wet you are, you're dripping down your legs you filthy slut."

"fuck you," you spit, still thrashing weakly in his grip, even as your hips betrayed you and rolled back into his hand. "this doesn't mean anything—i still think you're pathetic."

jay chuckled darkly, the sound low and smug against your ear as he shoved his fingers in deeper, harder. "you think i care what you say with that mouth?" he growled, biting down gently on your shoulder. "when your cunt's already begging me to keep going?"

you let out a shaky moan, biting down hard on your lip to keep it in, but he noticed. he always noticed.

"so fucking bratty," he muttered, thrusting his fingers deep and curling them until your legs trembled. "running that smart mouth like you're still in charge. but look at you now—folding just like i knew you would."

"you're just some intern," you hissed, your voice breathless. "i could fire you right now."

"do it," he dared, slowing his thrusts until your body writhed for more. "fire me. but you're still gonna cum on my fingers first, aren't you?"

"i won't," you lied through clenched teeth, even as your thighs trembled around his hand.

"yeah?" he leaned in, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat. "then why are you clenching around me like you want me to fuck the attitude out of you?"

you hated him—hated how good he was with his hands, hated the smirk on his face, hated the way your body was betraying you, melting under his touch.

but most of all, you hated how badly you wanted to be ruined by him.

jay could feel it—you were close. your body gave you away more than your mouth ever could, the way your thighs shook, how your breathing hitched with every curl of his fingers. you were right there, teetering on the edge, your pride dangling by a thread.

"fuck, fuck—don't stop," you finally breathed out, voice cracking as your head dropped forward, hands scrambling to find something to grip.

jay froze.

his fingers stayed buried inside you, but they didn't move. not an inch. just deep enough to make your walls flutter, but not enough to push you over.

you let out a strangled noise, turning your head to glare over your shoulder. "what the fuck are you doing?"

"oh, now you want something from me?" he asked, voice full of mock innocence as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, watching your body twitch at the loss. "that's cute."

"don't be a fucking asshole," you snapped, grinding back toward him in desperation. "i said don't stop—"

"yeah, you did," jay cut in smoothly, wiping his soaked fingers on your thigh with a smug smirk. "but you've spent the last three months treating me like shit. barking at me like some entitled princess, calling me pathetic, useless—i'm just an intern, right?"

you seethed, still panting, but he was already stepping back. "you're such a fucking prick."

he let out a low chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging you upright so your back arched and your breath caught. "and you're such a fucking brat."

he yanked you away from the desk and spun you around, his grip on your hair keeping you dizzy and breathless as he forced you to your knees. the floor was cold beneath you, your chest heaving, your thighs slick and trembling—but you looked up at him with the same defiance in your eyes.

"still think you're in charge?" he asked, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. "because from where i'm standing, you're just a desperate little slut on her knees."

you tried to say something—maybe another insult, maybe a curse—but all that came out was a shaky breath, lips parting as two of his fingers pushed into your mouth.

you breathe heavily as he pushes down on your tongue, essentially tasting yourself.

"you could've cum," he murmured, looking down at you like you were something fragile and fucked up all at once. "but you don't get to cum with that mouth."

he slid his fingers out of your mouth, rubbing your saliva messily over your lips before cupping your jaw—tilting your face up to him. "you'll learn how to ask nicely," he whispered. "you'll learn how to beg."

"now open that bratty little mouth," he said, undoing his belt with slow, deliberate hands. "and maybe i'll show you what happens when you finally stop talking back."

"as if i'm going to let y—" you began, a cry escaping you when your head flys to the side. your hand coming up to cradle your red cheek as you look up at him in shock.

jay's palm was still in the air, his expression dark, unrelenting. his chest heaved once—twice—as he loomed over you, the sharp crack of his slap still ringing in your ears.

"you will," he said lowly, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. "because i'm done listening to that fucking mouth."

you stared up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted—shock clouding your mind even as the heat on your cheek throbbed. you would've never thought, in a million years, that jay would have slapped you. it made your blood rush straight between your legs, the sting blooming into something twisted and hot.

jay crouched in front of you slowly, one hand gripping your chin—tight enough to make your jaw ache, tight enough to make you feel how serious he was.

"you think you're in control?" he sneered, thumb brushing over your trembling bottom lip. "you think just because you've spent months treating me like shit, i'd always let you get away with it?"

you swallowed thickly, trying to hold onto whatever attitude you had left, but it was slipping—fast.

"you think you can call me useless, boss me around, make me beg for scraps of respect—and then what? act like you're above me when you're soaking through your panties just from a slap and a few words?"

his thumb pressed into your mouth, forceful, making you part your lips around it as he leaned in.

"go ahead," he whispered. "say something bratty again. give me a reason to make you beg for the orgasm i'm not gonna let you have."

you whimpered, eyes fluttering as your mouth opened wider around his thumb, heat blooming in your stomach despite the sharpness in his tone.

"look at you," he murmured, dragging the pad of his thumb across your tongue slowly. "i haven't even fucked you yet and already, you're falling apart."

he pulled his thumb out and let it trail down your chin, slick with your spit, before gripping your hair again and yanking your head back to look up at him.

"on your knees. mouth open. hands behind your back," he ordered, belt now unfastened, hanging from one hand like a warning. "maybe if you're good now, i'll consider using your throat the way it was meant to be used."

"and if you dare bite," he added, eyes glinting with menace, "i'll remind you exactly who you belong to."

you should've hated him.

but instead, you opened your mouth—tongue out.

jay grins menacingly at your sudden obedience, his cock springing out—hitting your cheek.

"you're gonna be good f''me, yeah?" he drawls, tracing your lips with his tip slowly—teasing you.

when you don't respond he slaps his heavy dick onto your tongue, "i asked you something, sweetheart."

you mewl at the pet name, "y-yes i'll be good."

"good." and with that he pushes into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat before hes pulling out and bottoming back in again.

jay does this a few times, watching his dick disappear into your mouth before hes pulling out fully—snickering when he sees you chase for it.

he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on you as he took his time. he wasn't teasing himself—he was teasing you. dragging it out just to watch you squirm on your knees like the desperate little thing you pretended not to be.

"you've been walking around all fucking day like you run the world," he muttered, voice dripping with disdain. "snapping at me. barking orders. treating me like i'm beneath you."

he stepped closer, and your breath caught as the tip of his cock brushed your lips.

"so what are you now, huh?" he whispered. "my boss? or my personal fucktoy?"

your tongue darted out instinctively, trying to taste him—but he pulled back with a dark chuckle.

"ah, ah. not yet. beg."

your eyes narrowed, pride still flickering behind the haze, but your body betrayed you. your thighs clenched. your breath hitched. your mouth stayed open, waiting, even as your words choked out.

"...please."

jay raised a brow, pretending not to hear.

"louder."

"please," you tried again, cheeks flushed in humiliation. "i want it."

he grinned—cruel, smug, victorious.

"you want what, baby?"

your fingers curled behind your back as you bit your cheek, hating how your voice trembled. "i want your cock."

jay hummed in approval, finally guiding himself forward and pressing into your mouth. not gently. not patiently. he gave you no time to adjust, groaning low as he slid past your lips and hit the back of your throat in one brutal thrust.

you gagged, tears instantly springing to your eyes, but he didn't pull away—just groaned again and cradled the back of your head.

"fuck, that's it," he hissed. "look at you. so fucking obedient now."

he started moving—slow at first, then rougher with each thrust, using your mouth like it belonged to him. and maybe it did. maybe it always had.

your knees ached, eyes blurred, throat burning—but you didn't stop. not once.

he didn't let you.

because this was your punishment. for every eye roll. every insult. every time you called him incompetent.

and now, with spit dripping down your chin and your throat stuffed full of the intern you used to humiliate—now you were finally silent.

and jay? jay was just getting started.

his pace was ruthless and unforgiving, taking out his frustration and anger that has accumulated over the course of 3 months out on you and your mouth. his hands had created two makeshift ponytails, steering you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you slowly began to struggle for air, unable to breath out of your nose.

"aw c'mon now, sweetheart. giving up on me so easily?" jay grunts, the squelching sounds of your wet mouth and his thick cock filling the room.

you hum, eyes opening as you stare up at him with a dazed expression.

your lips stretched around him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, chin soaked and glistening. jay growled low in his throat, his grip tightening in your hair as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep down your throat.

"fuck," he hissed, sweat beading along his brow as he watched your glassy eyes blink up at him. "look at you. not so mouthy now, huh?"

you gagged again, throat convulsing around him as your lungs burned, but the look on your face only turned more desperate—more ruined. there was no point pretending anymore. not when you were on your knees, completely at his mercy, submitting to him with every choke and gasp.

"this is what you needed, isn't it?" he sneered, pulling out just enough to let you inhale sharply before ramming back in. "some discipline. someone to shut that smart mouth up."

you whimpered around him, eyelids fluttering as the ache between your legs grew unbearable. your hands itched to reach for him—for anything—but you kept them laced behind your back, like he told you.

his thrusts didn't falter. if anything, they got rougher, angrier. you were his outlet now—3 months of humiliation and quiet rage spilling out with every brutal thrust into your throat.

"you use me. treat me like shit. act like i'm beneath you," he snarled, voice breaking on a groan as your throat clenched around him. "but look at you now. fucking begging for it with your eyes." jay could feel the pit in his stomach tighten, his thrusts getting deeper.

with a deep moan, jay's spilling inside your mouth—his cum painting your throat white as he forces you to stay still.

you coughed, a mixture of his cum and your spit cascading down your chest, when jay finally pulled out. your chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes wild and teary, mouth hanging open and glistening.

"swallow it." you do as your told, tongue reaching out to lick away whatever was left around your mouth.

but before you could even speak, his hand cracked across your cheek again, not hard—but sharp enough to make your head snap to the side.

"you don't get to cum," he said coldly, gripping your face and forcing you to look up at him again. "not tonight."

your heart dropped, a soft, broken sound catching in your throat.

"you don't get to cum until i say so. and you definitely don't get to act like a brat and expect a reward."

you blinked at him, trembling, body aching for any kind of release, but jay just stared down at you—cock hard again and glistening, jaw tight, breathing heavy.

"i want you bent over," he muttered. "you're not done being used."

and with that, he grabbed you by the jaw and dragged you into position—because this time you weren't in charge. and he was going to make damn sure you remembered it.

you held yourself up by your forearms, sticking your ass out just the way you knew he wanted. your breath was shallow, heart racing, skin prickling with anticipation as you waited—head spinning from the shift in power you were still adjusting to.

jay stood behind you, silent for a moment. just watching. letting the tension build. letting you squirm.

"look at you now," he muttered, voice dark and low as he ran his hand slowly down your spine. "all quiet. all obedient. where'd all that attitude go, huh?"

you tried to lift your head, to say something smart, something that might tip the balance back in your favor—but all that came out was a whimper as his palm came down hard across your ass.

"that's what i thought," he growled, gripping your hips and pulling you back until you felt the heat of him against you. "you only know how to run that mouth when no one's around to shut it for you."

his hand slid down your thigh, fingers trailing dangerously close before pulling back again, teasing. denying.

"say it," he said. "say you're sorry for being a brat."

you hesitated, biting your lip, heat blooming in your chest from the humiliation—until his hand cracked across your ass again, this time harder.

"say it."

you gasped, trembling under his touch, voice barely a whisper.

"i'm sorry."

"for what?"

"...for being a brat."

he hummed, satisfied, thumbs pressing into your hips as he leaned down to murmur right into your ear, "good. now hold still. and maybe, maybe—if you behave—I'll let you finish."

and with one sharp thrust, he filled you—setting a punishing pace that left no room for doubt. this time, you weren't in control.

he was.

and he wasn't letting go until you remembered exactly who you belonged to.

his grip was bruising as he held your hips in place, each thrust deep and deliberate, his pace merciless from the start. your forearms trembled beneath you, struggling to keep you upright as your body jolted forward with every snap of his hips.

you mewled at the stretch, feeling his thick and heavy cock fill you to the brim as you struggle briefly to accommodate him.

"you wanted control so bad," he grunted, his breath hot against your spine as he leaned over you, still moving inside you without pause. "thought you could treat me like a joke, make me crawl for you. who's the one crawling now?"

you whimpered, back arching instinctively when his hand slid around to your throat, pulling you up just enough so your back was flush to his chest. your head dropped against his shoulder, lips parted in silent moans as he tightened his fingers around your neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who was in charge now.

"you like this, don't you?" he whispered into your ear, biting down on the lobe. "being put in your place. being used." you nodded, helpless.

"words," he demanded, his thrusts slowing just enough to drive you crazy.

"yes—" you gasped out, voice hoarse, "yes, i like it."

his low chuckle rumbled against your back. "not so cocky now, are you?"

he pushed you back down, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades as his other reached around and rubbed slow, teasing circles around your clit.

your legs shook, body coiling tight, right on the edge of release. you could feel it. jay could feel it too, your walls fluttered around his girth almost painfully—squeezing him deliciously, so he did what only made sense.

he stopped.

you choked on a gasp, hips twitching back toward him. "w-what...? why—?"

jay pulled out completely, and the sudden emptiness made your breath hitch. your walls clenched around nothing, your body screaming for friction.

"you think brats get to cum?" he asked, his voice dark with amusement, chest rising and falling as he stared down at your ruined, trembling form. "not after the way you've treated me."

"p-please," you whined, all self-respect gone, your voice cracking as you rocked your hips back pathetically, desperate for even the faintest touch. "i'll be good, i swear i'll be good..."

he cocked his head, one brow arching as his fingers traced a slow line up your spine. "yeah? you'll be good?" he echoed, mocking you.

"yes—please, i need it," you gasped, pressing your thighs together for any kind of relief.

he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "then give me what i want."

you froze, shivering at the implication. "w-what?"

his hand grabbed your jaw again, turning your head until you had no choice but to look at him.

"you want to cum?" he asked, deadly calm. "then give me the permanent position. say it. right now. say i've earned it."

you blinked, heart pounding—half from humiliation, half from how shamefully turned on you were. "y-you're serious?"

he gave you one sharp thrust, just enough to make you moan, then pulled back again. "dead serious. i'll fuck you until you can't remember your own name—but you don't get to cum until i hear it from that bratty little mouth."

you hesitated, lips trembling. it was reckless. inappropriate. insane. but your body was burning.

"fine," you breathed, eyes glossy, your voice barely audible. "you can have it. the permanent spot. it's yours."

he grinned.

"that's more like it."

then he slammed back into you, deep and unforgiving—and this time, he wasn't holding back.

you cried out when you felt him grip your ass with two hands, making you fuck yourself back onto his cock.

"fuck, look at you. so desperate for my dick, so cock hungry," he sneers softly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls engulfing him and the fat of your ass pushing against his pelvis.

"s'good, j-jay," you slur out, desperate for release.

"yeah? so good? first time i've heard something good come out of your filthy fucking mouth," he snickers, fucking into you at a punishing pace.

he could feel you tighten around him, grunting when he realizes that he was just as close as you were.

"m'gonna cum," you slur. "please, let me come."

jay pants, his hands planting onto your lower back to hold you down as he fucks into you deeper—his hips snapping violently.

"yeah? you wanna cum, sweetheart? go ahead then, milk my cock."

just like that you shatter, a high pitched moan leaving your parted lips as your body convulses violently.

jay's high is just around the corner, his pace unforgiving before he himself unravels—unloading himself in you. he lets out a deep guttural moan, spilling his cum deep in you as your body twitches at the sensation.

"fuck—look at that," he murmurs, pulling out of you leaving you empty. you mewl at the feeling, body twitching as you drop your head onto the desk—no longer able to hold yourself up.

jay looks down in awe, watching his cum dribble out of your used cunt before he's swiping his digits through the mess—plugging his fingers in you to make sure you keep his seed in from spilling out.

you shudder at the feeling, to fucked out to realize what jay was doing. jay on the other hand admires the mess he has created, your behind was all shades of pink and red as his cum was spilling out of your hole like a faucet.

he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, "pleasure doing business with you, boss."

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[c4tluver02]

one year anniversary

wc: 2.5k

warnings: reader is shorter than Steve? none rlly!

summary: You and Steve decide to make a cake together to celebrate your 1 year anniversary!

Today was your one year anniversary with Steve. Normally Steve would have a reservation booked at the nicest restaurant but you didn’t want that. Not that a nice dinner date with Steve wasn’t amazing but you've just gone out to a fancy dinner for your birthday. The nice gesture was already taken and used. You both were throwing out ideas of what you could do to celebrate, agreeing you didn't need to do something huge, just needing to be together. 

That's how the idea of baking something started. First you asked about making a cake for you both to have but Steve said he just has to help you if you're gonna cook something. His brows furrowed in confusion he asked ‘you can't just do all the work, we're celebrating both of us!’. So now the plan is Steve’s gonna come over to your place to bake a cake. Steve’s house does have a bigger kitchen but he doesn't have anything to make a cake. You being the one who always makes the group little treats. 

He called you letting you know he was on his way over so now you're picking everything out of the pantry and fridge to have it nicely set out. You love Steve but the idea of him measuring things out gives you stress and he isn't even here yet. Thank god for his boyish charm and good looks because he's not a baker at heart. When you hear a knock on your door you run to it fast. Opening it to see your pretty boyfriend with an overnight bag in one hand and the other pushing his hair back. He looks too good to just be in jeans and a t- shirt. 

“Happy anniversary sweetheart.” He says as you invite him, leaning against the door as he greets you with a few quick kisses. 

“Happy anniversary baby.” You kiss him back and hum at the feeling. 

“Wow you already got everything set out?” Steve says, assessing the kitchen in front of him. Bag thrown on the couch not needed till later tonight. 

You shut the door walking over to him, embracing him in a full hug. You saw him two days ago when you two were planning this all out but now with it being the official day of your anniversary things are feeling soft and sweet. Happy to have him in your life and ready for many more years. 

“Yes! I just thought it would be easier if things were already all measured out. But I need you to get the mixer. It's so heavy I couldn't get it.” You explain to him. But Steve knows this by now as it's not your first time asking him to get it, needing his help practically every time you bake. Of course he doesn't mind though, he loves the thought of you needing him in any way. 

“I think you need to get a new mixer angel. This thing is like 10 years past its prime.” He says it as he takes it out of the cupboard and places it on the counter. 

You smile at this knowing he's totally right. This was your moms and it's been used since you were a kid. But it still runs fine and just because it's heavy doesn't mean it's time for a new one. 

“Then how could I get you over here if I don't need your help getting it out?” You ask with a pout. 

Steve grins at this. “You know I would come over whenever you want, don't even.” His arms wrap back around you kissing the top of your head.

You giggle, leaning your head up, chin pressed against his chest, lips puckered. He gives you a kiss and the oven makes a loud beep letting you know it's heated up fully. 

“Is that sound bad?” Steve asks letting his hands drop down to your waist. 

“No Stevie, that's just the oven saying it's done preheating. It’s fine we can leave it.” Okay so he really isn't a baker.

Steve lets out a hum in acknowledgement. “Are we good to start then?” He asks.

“Yeah! Can you grab the scissors please?” You need it to cut open the bag filled with the cake mix. 

Steve gently takes it from your hands and rips it open with his teeth leaving it with a good size opening. You don’t know how you've made it to a year, the action alone makes you feel like you just saw heaven.  

“Thank you.” It comes out quietly and there's a small flush to your face that only Steve could pick up on. 

You pour the powder into a large bowl and grab for the eggs. The order of items burned into your brain from how many times you've made a cake. 

“Stevie, could you read out to me how long it will take to cook?” Steve is quick to do as asked and he reads out the time to you. 

“Do you want to make frosting while it's baking or would you rather use the premade one?” You’re not sure how fun it is for Steve to bake; he could have just offered to help out of feeling bad. 

“We can make it, that sounds better.” He responds as you give him an egg to crack. He laughs when you get a piece of shell in the mix but, hey, you never said you were pro. 

Mixing up all the ingredients is pretty easy, there isn't much, which means it takes you just a few minutes to make the cake. Steve puts it in the oven and you put the timer on. 

The idea of pulling everything out ahead of time didn’t exactly work in your favor as now you have to get more stuff for the frosting but you and Steve are already having such a good time you can't seem to care too much. 

You grab stuff from the pantry that you'll need and hand it over to Steve for him to place on the counter. Your arm extends out for him to grab things. 

Once you have everything out Steve rinses off the whisk and measuring cups as you open everything up. You two work really well together. The mindless movements are made by how many times Steve has come over and watched you bake.

“Okay so how much powder sugar do we need?” Steve asks, dipping his finger in the powder and bringing it to his lips to taste it. 

“We need 3 cups but let me get a new bowl really quick.” You say as you jump up onto the counter. scooching so that your knees are now on the counter and not your butt. You grab a new bowl and hand it to Steve. He’s already behind you, prepping for your fall that definitely won't happen but it’s sweet that he's there. 

Instead of sliding down the counter Steve just grabs you by your hips and lifts you down. A seemingly quick and easy movement for him. 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asks with a small laugh, just now realizing the words and pattern on the back of it. 

“Yeah I didn't want to get one of my shirts dirty.” You respond with a smile giving his cheek a small peck as if to say thank you for helping me down. 

You are truly dressed to be comfy, his big shirt hangs over your shorts and you have fuzzy socks on. Maybe you should have at least done your makeup but all you're doing is making cake and then laying on the couch. And Steve doesn’t care either way. 

You both put the ingredients together for the frosting and you turn the mixer on for it to get fluffy. You, of course, have to smack Steve’s hand away multiple times so he doesn't try any of it while the whisk is moving at top speed. 

“How do you wanna decorate the cake?” You ask, the whisking process needs a minute. 

“Hmm I was thinking we could do some sprinkles and then write ‘one year’ on it?” 

“Okay, we can do that!” You nod your head, the idea is simple but perfect enough since it's just gonna be you two eating it. 

The timer goes off and it immediately makes you jump, not expecting the loud alarm. 

Steve laughs at your quick motions, “Cakes done!” He puts the oven mitts on and takes it out. 

“You can just leave it on the stove and it has to cool off for a bit.” You say turning off the whisk for the frosting. You dip a clean finger in the white whip and bring it to Steve's mouth to taste it as he's taking the oven mitts off.

He hums as your fingers are still in his mouth, the sugary taste on his tongue hitting him right away. 

You laugh at his quick reaction. “Good?” 

“Great. Where are your sprinkles?” He asks, walking toward the pantry.

“Um they should be in the corner with the rest of the baking stuff?” You’re not exactly sure yourself but you're busy washing your hands. 

“Ah, found them! I weirdly have your pantry down pat.” He says shutting the door. 

“Weirdly? You're here like every other day. I'd hope you have it down pat.” Your smile is big at the thought. A whole year of him getting to know your home like it's his own. 

“But you don’t know my pantry do you?” He asks. It comes out with curiosity, no meanness in his voice. 

“Mm no I don't but how often do we cook at your place? We order stuff most of the time.” You are taking a spatula to get all the frosting off the sides of the bowl. 

“Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should start getting more stuff for us.” The idea is sickeningly sweet. He wants to get stuff for you both to eat, things you like and things that he likes. You should do the same for your house. Most of the stuff is just things you and your family eats but Steve grabs as well. 

“We can go grocery shopping tomorrow if you want?” 

“Okay. Do you think the cakes cooled down enough?” He asks, pushing himself off the counter ready to check it. 

“I think so is the pan hot?” You ask.

“Nope, I think it's good!” He brings it over to the counter that has the bowl of frosting. 

“Okay we could keep it white or we could add color. I got yellow, green, blue, and red.” You read out to him. 

“I think a light blue would be nice? Or we could do pink, whatever you want.” Steve only responded because you asked for his opinion but really he wants whatever you want and if he knows you like he thinks he does you'll want pink. 

“Maybe we make the cake itself blue and the ‘one year’ in pink?” You suggest knowing that you would like pink but trying to meet in the middle.

“We could, it's a little bit of a gender reveal cake then.” He says with a boyish laugh. The idea of you having a gender reveal cake for your one year being very funny. 

You laugh at how he got that idea. “Man okay you're right. Let's just do blue, a light blue will be very pretty.” You decide. 

“Okay angel whatever you think looks best is good with me.” He says giving your temple a kiss. 

You add a drop of the blue ink, the cake you made isn't huge and neither is the amount of frosting. The drop should do enough to create a perfect shade of baby blue. 

The decorating comes out perfectly, Steve dips his finger into the icing five times and you're not mad. He shakes the sprinkles over the top covering the light blue with a rainbow. 

“It actually looks really good, we could probably sell this for a good 30 dollars.” Steve says as he spins the cake around to see the whole picture. 

“We make a good team, baby. Let me grab the candles.” You got them yesterday, you thought blowing them out together could be cute. 

You open them up and carefully place them on the border of the top of the cake. There's only about five but it finishes the cake perfectly. 

“Okay, do we bring it to the living room?” You ask as Steve picks up the cake. Knowing you, you'd probably trip and drop it on the way there. 

“Sure, lead the way angel.” He says following you. You grab the lighter and walk over there, sitting down on the couch. 

He places the cake carefully on the coffee table in front of you. You start to light the candles and a smile spreads across your face, happy with the finished product. 

“We actually killed it didn't we?” 

“Did you even try it?” Steve asks 

“Oh… No, I haven't yet.” You wish you copied Steve's actions of dipping his finger in the frosting but the idea hadn't hit you. 

Quickly, before you could turn your head, Steve drags his finger against the side of the cake and wipes the frosting on your nose. A gasp comes out of you at the action, shocked he did it. You wipe your finger across the cake swiftly and smear it against his cheek closer to his mouth. He gasps the same as you even though he should have seen it coming. 

“How dare you!” He yells as a giggle comes out with it. 

“How dare I? You got me first!” You say back in a high voice. 

He goes back to the cake for more frosting but you get up on your knees and grab his arms before he could get you. 

“Don’t even think about it, Harrington.” The frosting is still on your nose and you try to reach your tongue to grab it. Steve lets out a loud bark of a laugh at the action. Your tongue is too short to grab it. 

He licks off the cream he had on his finger and tries to get the rest from his face. Sucking it off his thumb he looks over to you with a big pout on your face. 

“Aww baby, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.” You can tell he's not really sorry because he's smiling so big but he looks really cute with the frosting still on his lips that you can't keep up the act. 

Steve wipes the frosting off your nose and eats it. He goes back to wipe off more with the same finger he just licked and you back up. 

“Steve, you cannot clean my face with the hand that was just all in your mouth!” You yell 

His head falls back as he laughs. It's loud and you can tell he doesn't care about how it sounds. 

“Baby I think I've taken worse off of you.” He grins back at you sheepishly.

Your eyes widen at his comment and you throw one of the couch pillows at him. “Steve!!” 

“Let me go get a napkin, yeah?” He says getting up

“Can you get forks and a knife too? We forgot that.” You say wiping the frosting off your nose.

“Yeah angel!” He yells from the kitchen.

Despite it just being a slow lazy baking day you couldn't be happier that this is how your one year anniversary is going.

[residentflamingo]

Sleeping Troubles

Yoo Jeongyeon x 10th member fem! reader

Summary ———> You and Jeongyeon are placed in the same hotel room even though you both have been fighting lately. What happens when you have trouble sleeping?

AU: Platonic

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: Jeongyeon being rlly mean at first 🥲

A/N: Wrote this all today... I hope you guys like it :)

Word count ———> 2,452

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“God Y/N, why are you always in the way?”

That is what Jeongyeon said to you last before you got put into this hotel room together.

You and her had been fighting a lot recently and it wasn’t even your fault. It started with her making sarcastic comments and just laughing them off, then they just turned more snarky each time she made one of them. All 10 of you considered each other sisters, and you were bound to fight at one point.

But this was different.

You didn’t know why she was being this way. And from what you can recall, you never did anything to her to make her this annoyed at you. She has never gotten mad at anyone else like this before.

—

It was right after a concert, and you and Jeongyeon had just gotten back to the hotel room. Of course, she was still tired and aggravated at you. You tried to ignore it the best you could, making sure you didn’t walk in the same path as her, or talk to her unless it was absolutely needed. She did the same.

You sauntered to your bed, sighing in contentment as you plopped on top of it and nuzzled your face into your pillow. Jeongyeon could be heard making a few sounds in the bathroom, doing her skincare routine before she went to bed. She rolled her eyes, already feeling annoyed by your presence.

It hurt knowing that someone you considered your sister was mad at you like this. Especially when you had no idea what the reason was behind it. You lay still on the bed, scared to make any movement even though she couldn’t see you from the bathroom. This was the worst thing you had possibly ever experienced. Even worse than when your mom would give you the silent treatment.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts once you heard a light switch click, indicating she was done using the bathroom. Her feet thumped across the floor until you heard her approach the nightstand, putting her phone on the charger and throwing it down on the wooden surface. Anger was still evident in her mood. You could hear her sigh in annoyance as she tossed her covers over aggressively and slid under them. She had no intentions of looking at you once so ever.

Then when you thought she was done, she said this, “I wish Jihyo didn’t put me in this room with you. You always manage to ruin everything.”

She mumbled that under her breath, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

Her words cut like a machete. Your stomach dropped, feeling your eyes start to water, and your hand moved up to cover your mouth in shock. You never knew she could say something so hurtful. How could she say something like that?

You didn’t say anything back, just simply staying still as your body refused to move. The words echoed in your mind, forcing you to lay in your bed and think of nothing else but it. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, letting the tears fall from your eyes, and your throat tighten up from the emotional stress running through your body.

Jeongyeon’s eyes widened as she heard you sniffling from the other side of the room. But she decided not to say anything. Did she go too far this time?

—

A few hours later you had stopped crying, feeling as if there were no tears left to cry. Your pillow was a bit damp, showing evidence someone had cried all of their feelings out onto it. The sheets never moved an inch, still laying perfectly flat underneath your body.

Joengyeon was sound asleep, now lying on her back as her head was facing the ceiling. You took glances over at her every once in a while, feeling jealous since you couldn’t go to sleep as quickly as her. Jet lag has been terrible for you lately, making you not sleep very well, and feel just so insecure about your performances on stage since you were sleep-deprived.

The most amount of sleep you had been getting was three or four hours. Sometimes even less. Thankfully, none of the girls had noticed your sluggishness. You hated bothering them with things like that, always trying to take care of yourself. But even the toughest people like you needed sisterly figures in your life. Especially one like Jeoongyeon.

“Y/N?”

Jeongyeon’s tired voice instantly brought you out of your thoughts, making you flinch and turn your head to look over at her. She looked back at you with a… concerned look on her face?

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows, feeling very confused since this same girl had said so many hurtful things to you the past couple of days.

“You’re still awake?” She questioned, actually sounding worried for you. Her eyes looked soft, almost as if all the hate and anger had washed away from her.

You nodded, suddenly pulling the covers over you, and making it look like you were trying to attempt to fall asleep.

Jeongyeon’s eyes widened. She slowly sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and grabbing her phone from the nightstand beside her. She gasped as she read the time, “Y/N… It’s three am. Why aren’t you asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed since she was now feeling concerned for you.

“Please…” You scoffed,” Why does it matter to you all of a sudden?” You said with a snarky tone.

She frowned, lowering her phone from her face and gently throwing it to the side of her bed. Guilt was flowing through her body now, realizing it must be weird for you to see her so nice all of a sudden.

“Because…” Her voice hesitated for a second, “I care about you Y/N. You’re like a sister to me.”

She quickly scooched over, laying on her side and patting the empty spot next to her.

You looked at her for a second, wondering if you should join her in bed. Was she just doing this so she could say something mean again?

“Please Y/N… I want to help you.” She practically begged you. A little shakiness was evident in her voice, almost like she was about to cry.

You looked at her one last time, then slowly stood up from your bed, hesitantly walking over to Jeongyeon. She watched you, a small smile forming on her face and her stomach nervously fluttering with butterflies. As you climbed into her bed, you turned your back from Jeongyeon, still not wanting to face her after what had happened a few hours prior.

She frowned, feeling shut out from you, but she immediately understood.

You lay there silently, not moving a muscle until Jeongyeon loosely laid her arm on top of your waist, bringing you closer to her. She nuzzled her face into your hair, wanting to be affectionate with you since she hadn’t been at all with you lately.

Your eyes widened, feeling a bit surprised since this was out of the ordinary for her. She never was a big fan of physical affection, often rejecting the members once they tried to hug her. Her constant persona of trying to act tough around everyone suddenly melted away tonight. Jeongyeon was now cuddling someone she deeply cares about, even though she had never done that before. Not even with Nayeon.

Her face moved back away from your head, gently tucking your hair behind your ears. She stared at you for a second, enjoying the moment between you two. But, she knew it was finally time to explain herself.

“Y/N…” She whispered.

“Yes?” You replied, listening to her very closely, and feeling your stomach twist up in knots.

She tucked her arm under yours, bringing you closer to her once again, and holding you a little tighter in her embrace.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for everything.”

You gulped, feeling your throat start to get tingly as it did a few hours prior when you were about to cry. Those two words meant the world to you, causing so many different emotions to wash over you at once. She was so stubborn, but hearing her say sorry was something you most definitely didn’t expect.

“I was just…” A couples seconds of silence went by, hearing her hesitate to express her feelings at first. ”…I was jealous. I kept messing up with all of the choreo’s, and when I saw you doing everything so perfectly, it made me envious. I-It scared me. I don’t like being that way. Especially not to someone like you. You never did anything to me.”

Your eyes widened, soaking in all the heartfelt words she poured out to you. The irony of all of it was that when you were doing the choreo’s so “perfectly”, you were at the point of sleep deprivation. Tonight was the night you had to come clean about it, knowing you couldn’t take your current sleep schedule any longer.

A small smiled finally formed at your face, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders as you finally knew what her reasoning was this whole time for her being angry.

“And for that… I apologize Y/N. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

She sniffled, finally letting her emotions go, and feeling a couple tears run down her face.

You sighed in relief, making Jeongyeon’s eyes look at you in panic. Were you sighing in annoyance or frustration?

“Thank you Jeongyeon… I forgive you.”

She thought about it for a second, letting her mind process what you just said.

“Seriously? After all I’ve done to you?” She was hesitant, still feeling extreme guilt for the way she had talked to her best friend.

“Yes.” Your hand reached over to the one that had been layed on your hip, gently squeezing it with love, ”No matter how many times we fight, you’re always going to be like a sister to me Jeongyeon.”

She sighed, feeling a smile form onto her face and a weight being lifted off her shoulders as well. Showing her vulnerability in front of you was something she never did very often. But tonight, she knew it would be the perfect time. There was no were else she would rather be than with her best friend.

“Thank you Y/N… You’re so sweet you know that?”

You chuckled, “It’s probably because I’m so sleep deprived…”

Her eyes widened, “Sleep deprived? So you mean tonight isnt the only night you’ve been sleeping late like this?” Jeongyeon’s curiosity heightened, wondering how long her best friend had been depriving herself some sleep.

“Umm… About two weeks now.” You said nonchalantly.

She gasped, ”Y/N… Why haven’t you told anybody?”

You half-shrugged you shoulders, “I don’t know… I just don’t like to bother you guys with that stuff. We’ve been so busy with the tour lately, and the least thing I want to do is complain about my sleeping, when I know the girls are going through something similar.”

She pouted, bringing her face closer to the back of your head again, and tracing shapes onto your hip with her slender fingers, “Y/N… You know you can tell us anything. Especially something serious like that. You could die from sleep deprivation.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She kissed your head gently, talking in a soft and comforting voice, “Just promise me you will come to me when this happens again, okay? Or anyone else. I care deeply about you Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water from the sweetness of her words. Maybe you no longer had to only rely on yourself for everything.

“I will… I promise.” You whispered, trying so hard not to cry.

“Good.” She said, feeling deeply relieved knowing that she had your word.

Once you gave your word, you weren’t one to break it.

—

A few moments of silence went by as the both of you layed next to each other, no longer feeling uncomfortable, but being comforted by each other’s presence.

“So let me get this straight… The whole time I was “jealous” of your dancing, you were sleep deprived?” She joked, finding it funny that she was jealous over someone who had been dancing on basically no energy.

You giggled, also finding it really funny, “Yeah… I guess so. You’ll have to tell Jihyo about that tomorow.”

“Noo… Let’s just keep this between us. Deal?”

“Deal.”

She sighed, “Good.”

Jeongyeon moved around a little bit, getting herself comfy one last time before she fell asleep. She brought the covers up closer to you, wanting you to be as comfy as possible.

“Is this okay?” She said softly.

“Yes…” You nuzzled your face into the soft sheets, letting your body melt with Jeongyeon’s, “This is perfect.”

“Good. Now go to sleep Y/N. I know you’re tired.”

You smiled, now enjoying the tender tone in her voice as she worried about you.

“Okay… Goodnight Jeongyeon.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Her voice lingered in your mind, remembering all the sweet words she had said to you tonight, slowly forgetting the hurtful ones she had said to you a few days prior. All of those restless nights were worth it in a way, finally finding a new sleeping buddy, and sharing a night you would never forget for the rest of your life.

You fell asleep almost immediately, having a slowed heartbeat, and breathing that remained steady for the rest of the night. Jeongyeon felt so grateful, knowing she was no longer fighting with her best friend, and that she could show her vulnerable side more often. She secretly loved cuddling, but only when it came to you.

She slept soundly that night knowing that everything was resolved between you two, and that you were tight in her grasp.

The next morning

“Should we wake them?” Nayeon whispered as she tilted her head out of curiosity, standing at the foot of the bed and watching you two sleep peacefully. She noticed Jeongyeon had kept a hold on you until the morning, making sure to keep a mental note to tease you and her about it the following afternoon.

Jihyo chuckled quietly and smiled as well, “No... Let them get the rest. They need it. But make sure to take some pictures.”

[changbinsboiledegg]

i've been a silent reader for a while now and i rlly like your works so i'm going to request something lol

so skz reactions to a hyper independent s/o? like hurt / comfort genre, you can even like idk state why they are like this as well if you want :)

take your time and remember to drink water 💦

that's all bye ✌️

Heyo silent anon 🫶Thank you for the request! I'm glad you requested! I sincerely hope this is accurate depictions and that this is what you were hoping for. I took time to research a bit to,,, not suck at it? lol but please lmk if this is okay!! I don't want to accidentally offend anybody :((( also, thank you! Please drink water too, lovely!

GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: vague/ brief mentions of traumas leading to hyper independence, stress, burnout, uselessness, guilt mentions, injury, hurt/comfort, brief argument?, past relationship/ betrayal mention, negative thoughts, swearing, kinda. If I'm missing any, lmk. If anything is wrong, LMK!!!!!

Note: Thank you for your patience btw! I sincerely hope you have a good day and I hope these are to your liking & what you pictured! Okay I'll shut up now. As always, if no one told you today, ily! Take care.

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Chan

Chan knows you’re very self reliant and accepts that. He can’t force you to ask for help when you needed. But he wished you’d come to him and weren’t afraid to lean on his shoulder when you needed just as you offered your shoulder for him to lean on when he needed.

You were looking for your wallet that you must’ve dropped when you went to visit Chan in the studio. The studio was now empty, but Chan’s things were still inside which indicated he would be back.

Knowing he was busy, you wanted to hurry and find your wallet before he returned. You checked under and on top of anything in the studio but came up empty every time.

“Shit.” You muttered, trying to retrace your steps. You didn’t ask for help because you felt confident that you would find it on your own. After all, everything you’ve done for yourself had been on your own.

You closed your eyes, knowing you needed to find your wallet. It had everything you needed inside. You cursed yourself for being so careless.

“You came back?” Chan asked, entering the studio. You were on your hands and knees, trying to see if your wallet fell under anything again.

“Looking for something?” He asked when you didn’t immediately respond. You sighed, sitting up on your knees.

“My wallet. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” You quickly replied, looking around the studio from the height you were at. Chan started to help you look, despite having other things to do.

“Hey, seriously. I can find it. Go work on your music.” You tried to reassure him. Chan shook his head, “it’s not a problem. I want to help.”

You knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of stopping. This was one of the rare times he knew how to help when you wouldn’t ask.

“Chan—”

“Ah ha! Here you go, babe.” He handed your wallet to you with a satisfied grin. You took it from him, relieved, yet a feeling of defeat wash over you.

“Thank you.” You sighed, glancing over your wallet.

Chan put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Anytime. I mean it.”

Lee Know

You never asked for help. Especially when you really needed it. It’s just how you were conditioned. From childhood to adulthood, you were forced to do every thing yourself.

Whether the task was dangerous or not, you didn’t ask for help because you never really knew how.

You were changing a lightbulb that had went out during your study session. You grabbed a new lightbulb, a chair and a screwdriver to unscrew the light fixture.

This was something help would’ve been needed for. Not changing the lightbulb itself, but you seriously needed a spotter as the chair you were standing on was wobbly.

Minho was in the other room, talking to Jisung while you were changing the lightbulb.

You steadied yourself, attempting to screw the light fixture back on but the screw fell through your fingertips and on instinct, you tried to catch it before it hit the floor.

The screw wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor. You yelped as soon as your body thudded against the floor. You were blinded with pain for a few solid seconds when you were greeted by your boyfriend rushing to your side and trying to assess the situation before touching you.

“What happened?!” Minho asked, his expression laced with concern.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Jisung asked, shocked at what he was seeing.

“No! I’m okay!” You attempted to sit up but the pain went through your arm like shockwaves. Minho’s eyes widened, seeing your arm was broken.

“Yes, please call an ambulance.” Minho spared a glance at Jisung. You were about to shake your head, but a broken arm was beyond something you could simply fix yourself.

“My love, why didn’t you ask for help? You know that chair has a bad leg.” Minho’s tone was soft, trying to comfort you through your pain. You had a frown on your face, speaking up, “I didn’t need help— and that chair never gave me an issue before.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help to change the lightbulb, but definitely needed someone to keep the chair steady.” Minho grimaced at the way your arm had broken. You didn’t want to argue and seriously considered learning to ask for help as you were in a decent amount of pain.

“It’s okay to ask for help. I would rather you… not have a broken arm.” Minho tried to keep the mood light, even if he was freaking out inside. You slowly nodded, “I will ask… next time.”

You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but it gave Minho relief for the mean time.

Changbin

You went from feeling an extreme amount of stress to feeling an extreme amount of guilt.

You were carrying boxes to the trunk of your car. Changbin helped you with what he could grab when he swung by to see what you were up to. When he saw you moving boxes, he wanted to help and didn’t ask first because he knew your answer.

You tried to stick to the heavier boxes, not wanting him to deal with those due to the weight they held. Even though you knew he could probably carry three heavy boxes in one trip.

You picked up a box that was seemingly too heavy for you to lift without your legs shaking underneath the weight.

The stress of packing and moving, and now this, frustrated you to an unbelievable extent. Changbin saw how you struggled with the box and quickly went over to take it from you.

“No, I got it.” You argued, almost stumbling backwards. Changbin caught you— and the box, steadying you.

“Come on, let me take it. You’re going to hurt—”

“I said I got it!” You snapped. A look of hurt flashed over his face, but he still took the box from you and silently walked it out to your car.

Changbin didn’t say anything for a while, helping you move into your new apartment and you actually letting him, feeling guilty for snapping at him. Receiving help wasn’t a bad thing, but to you, it meant there was something you couldn’t do.

You wanted to prove to yourself always that you were capable of everything. Which you were, but that didn’t convince you.

“Changbin.” You spoke up as he had gotten the last box— the box that made you snap at him, inside. He wordless looked at you, still hurt from before. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I was just frustrated but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that.” You apologized, the guilt only slightly melting away. Changbin’s arms wrapped around you after your apology and he kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you.” He finally spoke. You felt relief, although the guilt would remain for a while.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was very aware of your hyper independence. He knew you were always busy. Not because there was anything you had to do, but because you always gave yourself things to do.

It was how you made yourself feel useful. You always had the need to be useful in some way.

Hyunjin wanted to help out in some way, ease the pressure off of your shoulders, not knowing it was how you allowed yourself to breathe.

He would clean for you, tidying things up for you, do your laundry when you were out. He even cooked or ordered takeout for you so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself after a long day.

“You really don’t need to do this for me.” You sounded slightly upset, but it wasn’t at Hyunjin. He knew this, luckily.

Hyunjin brushed off your tone and smiled, “it’s not a problem.”

You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. Especially when he showed you the smile that made your heart swell.

“I didn’t want you to feel suffocated in chores.” Hyunjin added, he took your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen now that you both knew there was nothing else for you to task yourself with.

He set the table and served dinner, both of you sitting across from each other.

You started to eat, at least allowing yourself to enjoy what your boyfriend had prepared. Hyunjin felt satisfied with himself once again, seeing how you looked when you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You finally thanked him, grateful. Hyunjin waved you off, smiling as he began to eat with you.

“Not a problem.”

You watched him for a few seconds, “this is really good. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.”

“You have.” He took another bite. “But again, thank you.”

Han

You never asked for help. The last time you asked for help resulted in you being hurt in a previous relationship. You tried to work through it, learn that not everyone is going to hurt you the way your ex did.

It was the day you got hurt and even though it didn’t hurt anymore, your heart seemed to think other wise. Jisung knew there was a specific day that bothered you inside, but never knew why. You refused to talk about it, even if deep down, you wanted to tell him.

You trusted Jisung, but there was always the suspicion creeping in and causing you to fight with yourself.

“Let’s go out to eat tonight. There’s a restaurant that just opened up.” Jisung invited, wanting to get your mind off of what was bothering you.

There it was again, the suspicion. ‘He’s going to break up with you during dinner.’ Your mind ran rampant with these thoughts.

‘He’s going to betray you like your ex did.��

You forced the thoughts back, telling yourself ‘Jisung is not like my ex. He’s better.’

Jisung’s heart sank at the lack of response. “Or… If you have something else in mind, I’m open to it.”

‘He’s only trying to lower your guard—’

“No! Yes, I’m up for trying this new restaurant.” You interrupted your negative thoughts. You weren’t going to let your past affect how you thought of Jisung and you certainly didn’t want to ruin his excitement.

Jisung smiled, his facial expression filling with relief. “Thank you. My treat—”

“No, I want to pay!” You objected, “you had a hard week.”

“No, no. I’m paying. I invited you, I should pay.” Jisung argued. You groaned, “no, Jisung. Come on. What if it’s expensive?”

“Then we can split the bill.” Jisung shrugged, “if I wasn’t already going to pay in full.”

And you let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

Felix

You found yourself looking up how to do basic tasks, even if you’ve done them multiple times before.

You tend to do this when you’re feeling particularly burned out and can’t focus properly.

“Damnit.” You muttered, slapping your hand against your thigh in frustration as you misspelled a word. You deleted the entire search and retyped it, only to misspell the same word.

You felt like crying or screaming or throwing your phone. You knew how to do laundry. You couldn’t explain to yourself why it mattered so much that you needed to look it up right away.

You were burned out. Mundane tasks were difficult to complete and you wanted it done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Looking up how to do certain things step by step was your way of convincing yourself it’s not that hard.

“Damnit!” You cursed a little louder, your hands shaking.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Felix asked, peeking over your shoulder at the misspelled question in the search bar.

It was then that he realized how you were struggling.

“Want me to search it for you?” He asked, even if he knew you already knew how to do laundry.

He also knew it was your way of dealing with your burn out. You, of course, shook your head.

“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute.” You took a deep breath in and retyped the question, finally spelling it right and reading what Google had to offer.

“Why don’t you rest. I will take care of it.” Felix started to lift the laundry basket before you protested. “Wait, no, I got it.”

Felix saw the way your hands were shaking from the high volume of stress. He gave you a small smile and shook his head.

“Rest.”

Seungmin

“Yes.” - “No.”

“Yes.” Seungmin stood firm on his ‘yes’. You two have been arguing back and forth, you saying no, him saying yes.

He was going to help you whether you liked it or not. Especially with something he bought.

“Seungmin, come on.” You pleaded, wanting him to let you handle putting together the shelf he bought.

“Nope. I’m helping. Look, I already have the box open— one second.” Seungmin quickly fell to his knees and opened the box quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as he started to take out the parts and screws that came with it.

“Look, I already touched the instructions manual. Now I have to help.” Seungmin beamed, opening the manual.

“Um… can you help me?” He asked, handing you the manual. You sat with him and looked over the manual.

“Fine. Give me the screws and—“

“No. Then you won’t let me help.” Seungmin cut you off. You tilted your head at your boyfriend.

“Fine, Seungmin. You open the screws and I’ll hold the pieces together. Good?” You wished he wasn’t so stubborn, but then again, maybe it was something you loved about him among all of the other things.

Seungmin grinned, satisfied.

“Fine by me.”

I.N

You learned at a young age that ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. No one helped you unless they wanted to and you didn’t ask for help because you wanted things ‘done right’.

You wanted to come out of that mindset, feeling burned out from always relying on yourself.

But you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something you could come out of overnight.

“Jeongin? What are you… Hey, no.” You sighed, walking towards him after turning on the light. He was trying to clean the kitchen in the dark, not wanting to wake you up.

He knew that you’d feel stressed seeing the messy kitchen.

He didn’t want to see you so stressed and burned out like this. You started to join him, cleaning up, but Jeongin quickly moved over to stop you by taking your hands in his.

“Let me. I made this mess, after all.” Jeongin reassured, trying to justify cleaning the kitchen by himself.

“But it’s my kitchen.” You countered. Jeongin shook his head.

“It’s still my mess.”

“It’s still my kitchen.” You frowned, crossing your arms. Jeongin thought for a moment, trying to convince you that you don’t need to be the one to clean up all the time. Especially since it was his mess.

“If you threw my phone off of a cliff, would I need to buy a new phone or would you need to buy it?” He asked, tilting his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

“Hypothetically.”

“I would need to buy you a new phone because I was the one that threw it.” You replied, not understanding his hypothetical question and it’s relevancy to him cleaning your kitchen.

“Exactly. Therefore, my mess in your kitchen is my problem. Goodnight!” Jeongin grinned cheekily before getting back to cleaning.

[crazystargirl]

hiiii! i saw you wanted some request so i got you! can i request a jack champion x reader where the two of them are on the avatar set just goofing off and being totally oblivious to their feelings for each other while everyone just ships them so hard thank youuuu i love your blog!!!!!!!

take one !

pairing ! - jack champion x reader 

word count ! - 0.6k 

a/n ! - BRO ANON ILYSM MY REQUESTS WERE LITERALLY A DRIED UP WELL BEFORE ( except for that rlly good smut request but idk how to write smut 😭 ) i also don't think i did this request justice since ive been writing it this whole week and im sick, stressed, and dealing with a lot of issues about friends and grades [ i'll add photos later ]

you basically grew up on the set of avatar the way of water with all the other younger cast members, who practically were family to you at this point

most people try not to play favorites with their friends but you did and tried your best not to reveal to everyone that your favorite was jack. everyone found out anyway even though you thought you were sneaky

but anyways that's not the point

you and jack were "the duo" on set and loved goofing off with each other even though some scenes took longer to film because of this, no one really minded since they all shipped you two

like c'mon you two were so oblivious to the "flirty" side if your friendship that you guys were basically a lost cause

so one day britain, trinity, and jamie decided something needed to happen like cmon the tension was becoming too unbearable 

today you guys needed to film a scene where your character, spider, and the rest of the Sully kids were running around the forest before you guys find the recoms

this scene wouldn't have taken that long if it weren’t for you and Jack

you two were not taking anything seriously, stopping every five seconds because jack would trip you or you would push him into the set structure

and then when james would tell you guys what you needed to improve on the scene, you and jack would be playing roblox or scrolling through memes instead of listening

james had decided you two needed a break because you guys had filmed a lot already and you and jack were not helping get anymore done

so now you and jack were hunched over your phone where you kept making jack try on all these filters and you kept taking pictures for later 

jamie came up behind you two and tapped you and jack on the shoulders that were closest to each other and since you guys were hunched over, you ended up kissing while trying to see who tapped you two

you both froze and quickly moved away from each other, embarrassed

you guys heard cheering behind you and looked to see the rest of the cast even the adults, clapping and cheering, while jamie stood laughing his head off

"im going to fucking kill you!" you yelled at jamie, getting up to chase him

"y/n! i need a dollar for the swear jar since you cursed!" trinity yelled, also laughing while you and jack were chasing jamie around

eventually jack tackled him since there was no way you would actually be able to tackle jamie because of the unfair height advantage 

after jamie was on the ground, jack kept punching him, enough to slightly hurt but not enough to bruise while you held his legs down so he wouldn't kick jack

then you got the idea to steal jamie's phone and quickly took it from his pocket, tugging on jack's arm to tell him "let's go"

you guys ran into one of the storage closets no one uses and sat down, unlocking jamie's phone easily

"so you wanna talk about what happened there?" jack said, playing with your hair as you leaned your head on his chest, scrolling on jamie's phone

"mmmm no i rather not" you said, looking up and kissing him again

jack pulls you into his arms and you guys end up staying like that for the rest of the day, messing around on yours, jack's, or jamie's phone

and of course everyone knows damn well where yall are put who would want to ruin this sweet moment that they had been working on to push on you two?

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[themulitipurposechannel]

Snippet/Fic: The broken off branch

• some rambling rambles I can came up with thinking bout F!Mikey and P!Mikey from Cj’s pov. I didn’t rlly have a thing in mind for this, so my bad if it’s a little all over the place 😂😅 Just figured I might as well put this out there seeing as I ended up writing quite a bit for this anyways 😂

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Life always seemed to find a way to pull the ground out beneath him. Although in hindsight, Cj really should have known better. Logically speaking he knows the apocalypse had left a heavy toll on his family, changed them in ways that would not otherwise have naturally occured. He could see it in the free unrestrained way the youngers would clamber on top of each other, laughing, shouting, shoving, sometimes shaking. But nothing, could quite prepare him for the shift that was Michelangelo.

Master Michelangelo or Uncle Mi, sometimes dad, was the light, the warmth of the resistance, always there to lend a helping hand or be a shoulder to cry on. Able to calm anyone down no matter the heated the argument. Unwavering in his hope and optimism. “Tomorrow can always be a better day” he had said, calm, unhurried as ever, never one to raise his voice (unless you were a certain pair of disaster twins) and always taking great joy to speak in swirling riddles with a wink and a tired but twinkling smile. Privately Cj always thought Uncle Mi just enjoyed watching the confusion on people’s face rather than the riddles itself.

Casey thought he knew him. Thought he would be able to see strands of his Uncle in Mikey. Seeds of behaviour that under certain circumstances Cj could logically see how it blossom into the man he grew up under.

And the ravenette did, edges of the Doctor Feelings that sounded just a little too much like when Uncle Mi had to play mediator between pent up resistance members or stressed out siblings. The unwavering belief that tomorrow could always be a better day. It was all there but it came out wrong. Instead of a clear path he could see, from point a to point b, it was all warped, broken. As if someone had broken their bone and clumsily tried to splint it back togather. Once straight bones now crooked in alignment, it fit, but the roots was now broken and disjointed held together by broken joints where once strong, healthy and naturally branching roots should have been.

The sparking relentless energy Mikey carried as he bounced from one project to another, frantic hand gesturing and all about the murals he couldn’t wait to draw, the food he wanted to make, it all ran completely and utterly contrary to the calm and subtle mischief of his uncle. It seemed that out of everyone, the apocalypse had changed Michelangelo the most. Hacked away a core fundamental part of his being and beat into him a calmness and quietness what was once loud, vivid and booming.

And.. and it broke his heart. Left Cj feeling wrong footed and empty. How could he ever call himself Uncle Mi’s nephew, (much less his son ohgodpushitdown.) if he knew so so little of the man?

Even Leo for all his showboating had a sharp wit, protectiveness and sense of humour that run identical to his sensei. Donnie kept his stiff dramatic abeit much more prideful attitude than his Uncle tello but nevertheless just as loving and April remained a fiercely tenacious, resourceful and steadfast pillar. Frankly, it was more uncanny how little she changed. Even Cassandra, for little as he remembered his mother had remained a relentless, barreling force. Albeit more subdued. And Drax was as no nonsense and reluctantly affectionate as ever, though he was a tad bit better at showing he cares in Cj’s time than the present.

What happened to you? Is this what the Apocalypse would have done to you? Is this what having to raise me had done to you?

(“But you promised you’d come hang out with me today! You promised!”

The greying turtle stares down at the faded ball beside his feet and then to the pile of well-read magazines to the corner. A cloud passes across his face. Dark, considering. He wants, Ancestors, does Mikey want. But his brain feels like mush and his limbs heavy like lead. “I’m so sorry big man.” He smiles quietly at the disappointed 8 year old. His facial muscles already aching from that small exertion alone. “Maybe next time k’ay? Uncle Mi is feeling real tired today.”

The cloud does not dissipate.)

Can you mourn for a version of someone who never existed, has never existed and now will never exist again?

A smaller, much scalier hand reaches out from the corner of his eyes.

“Cj, Ceej? You good? I’ve been calling for you for the past 5 minutes.”

He was? Shit. Jerking upwards, the ravenette tears his eyes away from a wall he didn’t know he was staring at and angles his face towards the turtle hovering by the subway car entrance. Was the-his room (and wasn’t that’s a concept that still took getting used to?) always so dark? Man was he really just sitting in the dark staring off into space for who knows how long until Michelangelo-Mikey found him? Jeezus Talk about embarrassing.

“I’m good. I’m good. I Promise.” Casey nods quickly. “Sorry for spacing out.”

“Are you sure..?” The box turtles eyes dart nervously back and forth from Cj to the floor then to the Cj again. “Can I.. come in?”

Ok, he takes it back. There is one thing Uncle Mi and Mikey were identical in. They both treated him so carefully sometimes. Actually, now that he thinks about it, the whole gang, save Draxum and Cassandra, treats him so carefully sometimes it made him want to scream.

“Ye-es. Mikey.” Casey rolls his eyes annoyed, but still making sure to smile to let the fellow fifteen year old know it was all in good fun.

“Oh. Well Oki-doki then~!” Mikey beams, skipping into the train car. Immediately plopping himself beside the empty space next to Cj and leaning against him. Casey grins in response, welcoming the contact.

“Wait..” The orange turtle’s eyes narrow suspiciously at a corner just a little to the boy’s right. “ARE THOSE MY STICKERS ?!”

A light bubbling sensation tickles his chest. Foreign but not unwelcome. “Are they? I don’t know what you’re talking about ” The teen smirks.

“Case! You can’t keep stealing mine!”

He blows a raspberry.

Mikey lunges forward.

Laughing, Casey dances out the way. “You can’t be mad at me! I’m from the apocalypse!” The human singsongs as he makes a beeline for the exit.

“You can’t keep using that card forever!”

“I can! And I will !”

Maybe it was all wrong. Maybe the war and the apocalypse had dug its fangs into his beloved Uncle and he came out a little more distorted than he would have liked. But here in this space, under the safety of the earth that should have long collapsed before Cj was even born, he watches his uncle sometimes-teacher-sometimes-father, now turned brother chase him through the lair. And thinks maybe just maybe, his uncle would have thought this hacking away worth it, if the world and by extension, Casey himself could continue to have moments like this too.

[nxzz-skz]

FIRST EVER FF

so im not rlly good at writing smut or anything like that saurrr im gonna try for the first time

Pls feel free to leave tips and stuff for me cuz like i need help 😭

SUNGHOON FF~

When he pretends to be ur bf in front of ur ex (this isn’t smut btw im not ready to write that yet 😢)

Reader has a crush on sunghoon

(I’ll be addressing the reader as y/n)( fem reader)

Btw i love Yeonjun sm i just thought he kinda seems hot being the playboy type ( no hate pls 😭)

Y/n pov:

~Ughh why can’t i get at least one day off from the mess that my life is. I want to just bury all my stress underground and keep it there so someone else can be buried in it one day. I hate school so much! 😭

But one thing i don’t hate about school is my love 😍 , the only person i would ever come to school for.

Well i mean the boy who doesn't know i exist, Park Sunghoon..

Ugh pull yourself together y/n I can’t believe you were actually thinking about him that way. You have school to focus on right now, so there’s no time to be thinking about your classmate like that!

As i was looking at my timetable to see which class i was off to next, someone harshly bumped into me from behind, stepping on the heel of my foot and I hissed in pain. I whipped my head around furiously to see who decided to dampen my already miserable mood.

“Who the h…”

I was at a loss for words when meeting eyes with the supposedly blind suspect who clearly didn’t see me walking in front of them.

I thought i was dreaming but then again nothing good ever happened to me and i realized that this was the beginning of my worst nightmare.

It was Yeonjun, the boy who had broken my heart after chasing after my best friend whilst still being together with me.

I despise him, and never wanted to face him again but clearly fate was very much against me today. I vowed that once i was dead i would fight whichever god or superior being that was making me deal with this bs.

Author POV:

Y/n was extremely shocked and taken aback when coming face to face with her ex. But as well as being shocked she was more so pissed off with that fact that she had to face him after two months of successfully ignoring and getting over him.

( Yeonjun and y/n has lasted for 1 year, and they were the schools hottest IT couple, but they had to eventually break up due to the fact that Yeonjun just couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. They unfortunately left it on some negative terms)

Yeonjun smirked, seeing his cute little ex looking enraged in front of him.

He was never actually interested in her, only playing with her feelings due to the fact that most guys wanted her, which wasn't surprising as she was marked as the ‘cutest girl on campus”. He had no regrets in toying with her, especially after he’s now got her ex-best friend trailing after him like a lost puppy.

He looked y/n up and down with a sexy smirk and let out a low whistle.

YJ: “Long time no see darling. Looks like you’ve matured quite a bit”

Y/n instantly felt sick and uncomfortable and backed away, knowing that he was just a playboy and didn’t mean anything he said.

Y/N “ What are you doing here? Why are you talking to me?” She spat out instantly.

More students were filing into the corridors and classes were about to start soon, so y/n just wanted a quick answer and to then dash over to her next class.

YJ “ Well, good news for you, you wont have to miss me anymore as im moving up into your class”

Y/N “ Stop lying, you’ve already done enough of that with me in the past”

Silence fell between the two and y/n widened her eyes, slowly realizing that he wasn’t taking the piss.

Y/N “ Well, g-good for you” she stuttered, trying to run off and pray that he gets moved back down as soon as possible

Y/n sighed in disappointment whilst walking to her locker. She just wanted to spend the next year focusing on her studies with no distractions but now she has her ex being the centre of her attention every day.

Wondering how long she had left till her next class, in dire need of a coffee, she looked at her watch and let out a loud gasp.

Y/N “ Shit! Theres only two minutes left and my class is on the other side of campus” she exclaimed with a cry, and started running to her next class. “ How am i going to get a seat next to him now 😭!”

She quickly held on to her books tight whilst running the 50 mile sprint all the way to her next class. She couldn’t miss the chance to grab a seat next to the love of her life!

Y/N POV:

Oh god, I’m late, where is he?

I scanned the room but Sunghoon wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I guess I should just get a seat before people try and sit next to me.

I bagged a window seat as i was in dire need of some fresh air. And settled down, leaning my head on my crossed arms.

‘I need to refresh, especially after that chaotic encounter with Yeonjun’

I-i…can’t be seen with him flirting with me, especially infront of Sunghoon.

I closed my eyes hoping to get some rest as for some reason the teacher still wasn’t here, when all of a sudden the girls sitting behind me started squealing with joy.

I guess ‘ The Great Ice Price Sunghoon’ has finally arrived.

Of course i wasn’t the only one who loved him. Girls were dying to be with him and boys were trying to be friends with him left, right and centre.

Sunghoon entered and one girl fell to the floor and started fake sobbing.

Damm that girl was sick.

Girl: “ Sunghoon.. help..please..someone pushed me! “

Sunghoon just walked right past her without batting an eyelid

Yep that’s my boy…

I was smiling at the scene when i felt someone’s gaze on me and i made eye contact with Sunghoon.

All of a sudden his eyes drift towards the vacant seat next to me and he strides towards me while maintaining eye-contact.

My breath was stuck in my throat and i was mentally repeating the mantra ‘y/n act cool, y/n act cool’

Fuck.

Y/N : “ Hey Sunghoon! I didn’t see you there!’

Shit why did i say that, he literally made EYECONTACT with me across the classroom.

Sunghoon smiled a tight-lipped smile and pointed at the chair beside me.

SH: “ Umm..hey y/n..is this seat taken?”

Hold up. Was he asking…to sit..next to..me??? Of all people???

Y/N: “ ohh y-yeah o-of course it’s totally empty!”

I was mentally cursing and screaming at my self for stuttering and praying that he hadn’t noticed.

SH “ okie thanks y/n”

And he sat down while taking his books out of his bag and laying then on the desk.

Oh god he is so gorgeous, i need to stop staring before he notices but it’s too difficult to tear my gaze away from his beautiful face.

Ugh stop staring y/n….

AUTHOR POV:

Y/n was continuously staring at Sunghoon, not realizing that he had eventually noticed…

He smiled knowing that she was admiring him and continued to pretend to read his book.

SH: “ Am i that good-looking?”

Y/n was startled as she was snapped out of her trance. Her cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment and she attempted to hide her face by looking away

Sunghoon turned his head away from his book and turned towards the flustered y/n.

He chuckled at the fact that she had turned into a strawberry just because of him.

SH: “ So was something bothering you? Is there something on my face?”

She decided to ignore his smart comment and tried to change the subject.

Y/N: “ uhh…no….anyways have you finished the maths assignment?”

SH: “hmm not really..it’s half done but i still need to finish the research part.”

They made light conversation for a while, chatting about school work and their friends groups, when the teacher had finally arrived and the class started.

TIMESKIP

(Pretend that y/n is reading a very popular book)

Y/N POV:

Class had ended and i stayed behind for a while to finish up some work, but when i entered that cafeteria, Sunghoon was nowhere to be seen.

I grabbed my lunch tray and scanned the room in a search to find somewhere to sit. It wasn’t that the room was full, it was more like I was looking for him or for somewhere where he would sit next to me.

Finally my gaze landed on his table and all his friends. I started to make my way towards it and I noticed he was sitting with a few people I hadn’t seen him with before.

Y/N: “Hey Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon swiveled around to see who it was.

He beckoned me towards his table with a welcoming smile on his face

SH: “ Hey y/n, come take a seat!”

I suddenly stopped in my tracks when the person sitting next to him turned around and flashed me a wide Cheshire Cat grin.

It was Yeonjun.

I quickly sat down opposite them, and he gazed at me with a mischievous smirk. I had a gut feeling that something about this was very odd.

SH: “ Oh yeah, y/n, this is the new guy wh-“

Sunghoon was then rudely cut off by Yeonjun

YJ: “ Don’t worry we’ve met before..”

I hate this guy so fucking much.

Sunghoons eyes were darting between me and Yeonjun.

SH: “ oh so you guys know each other already?”

YJ: “Oh ye-“

I instantly cut him off, not wanting him to ruin everything for me.

Y/N: “Oh yes, babe! I remembered him from when we used to go elementary school together this morning!”

I knew exactly what i was doing and it was working. I saw Sunghoons eyes widen and Yeonjuns smile falter a little.

YJ: “ Babe??”

Y/N: “ Oh yeah! Meet Sunghoon, my boyfriend”

I scooted closer to Sunghoon and linked my arm through his, whilst smiling up at him and hoping he would understand what i was doing.

I was so in love with him that I was happy with fake dating him just to get rid of my ex who would be in the way of me making this real.

I could see that Sunghoon was still in shock and i tried to mentally send him an apology.

SH: “I-“

Y/N: “ Well i hope you can excuse us Yeonjun, but me and my boyfriend need to go out for work, so see you around i guess!”

I hoped that Yeonjun would finally get the message and leave me alone once and for all.

I took a hold of Sunghoons wrist and hurriedly dragged him outside with me. He was still in visible shock, especially after we had just left our lunches there.

We reached an empty classroom and i took a deep breath before apologizing to him.

Y/N: “Sunghoon, I am so,so sorry! If you would listen I promise I had my reasons!”

Sunghoon didn’t reply but instead slowly moved towards me until there was barely two inches between us.

SH: “ Care to explain your reasons?”

My palms were sweaty and my knees were on the verge of collapsing due to the intense closeness between us.

I gulped.

Y/N: “Well the thing is, he’s my ex and ever since he moved up into our class, he just wont leave me alone”

Y/N: “ We were together for quite a while but we were clearly never happy. I never liked how he would stare at other girls and flirt with everyone who ever spoke to him, and he was way too possessive over me. In the end, he ended up blaming it all on me since i was the one with a pretty best friend, whom he couldn’t take his eyes off”

Sunghoon calmly and attentively listened to me rant about my past toxic relationship.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and his eyes filled with concern

SH: “ So Yeonjun is your playboy ex? And he was with me just to get to you?”

Y/N: “ I-i dont know about that for sure, but im pretty sure he’s only talking to me just to make me relieve these horrible past memories.”

I looked down whilst have a visual representation of those horrible time filling my mind.

Y/N: “Please Sunghoon, just pretend to be my boyfriend when we’re in front of him, and i promise I’ll do whatever you want me to”

I was desperate to cut Yeonjun out of my life. I wanted to never have anything to do with him. Even if it meant having to try and hide my true feelings for Sunghoon.

Sunghoon took a moment to think about it as i was anxiously waiting for his reply.

SH: “You..you will do whatever i say??”

I nodded eagerly.

SH: “ How long would we have to pretend for?”

Y/N: “Hmmm..not long, i guess until he finally gets the message and decides to leave me alone for good”

SH: “Fine I’ll do it but im only telling you what i want after we are finished”

I was filled with joy after the fact that he agreed but i was still a bit nervous thinking about what his condition could be that he wouldn’t want to tell me now.

Besides, I shouldn’t be nervous since now that we had both agreed to it, I wouldn’t give up until i had forever gotten Yeonjun out of my life.

SH: “ We just have to pretend to be a couple right?”

Y/N: “Yup, and we have to make it believable. By the way, are you sure you dont have any problems with this?”

SH: “ No not really, i just want to get you out of this mess”

He then pecked my nose and i was left feeling very taken aback. I could feel the blood rushing toward my cheeks and my whole body filled with warmth.

Did he really just do that even though he already knew how nervous i was before???

I could feel my face turning red and i was in a desperate need to get out of there before he could see.

Y/N: “L-Let’s go..”

Sunghoon chuckled at my stuttering and followed behind me.

TIMESKIP

(Y/n and sunghoon have left the classroom)

AUTHOR POV:

After Sunghoon and y/n were done with their conversation, they headed towards the basketball court in order to spend their free period there.

Unfortunately, Yeonjun clearly had the same idea.

Yeonjun waved at Sunghoon, and y/n tried to make her escape when suddenly a strong pair of arm encircled her waist.

Sunghoon smirked and whispered in her ear.

SH: “What about our plan, babe?”

Y/n was blushing and Yeonjun started to walk towards the “couple”

YJ: “ Where did you two run off two after lunch? We couldn’t find you anywhere”

SH: “ Oh you know, just spending some quality time with my girlfriend”

Sunghoon then hugged her body firmly against his.

Y/n was a blushing mess and was mentally telling herself that there was nothing wrong about her “BOYFRIEND” touching her.

Yeonjun was clearly uncomfortable with the sight in front of him and excused himself whilst walking away with a sigh.

Y/n immediately removed herself from Sunghoons arms as she was about to mentally die.

Sunghoon also suddenly stood up straight now feeling flustered after not knowing what came over him during those few moments.

They both looked away from each other, not knowing that one of them was in love, but the other one was now falling even harder.

ENDING

Authors note:

I’m not really good at writing very romantic stuff but i am currently trying for anther story and I’ll see if i will release it. I’m going to end it here and ig u can use your imagination to see who confessed first!

[doegirldaydreamerarchived]

Diary entry #7 - 29/01/25

Okayaya firstly i need to say after i finish this entry ill be totally caught up w my diary which we love. Omg also bc i have no desk in my room ive made this goofy arse setup where im sat on a stepladder infront of my nightstand using my tealight holder to lean my ipad on. Also putting a pic here bc i need to appreciate it (angel).

Anywayyysss about my actual dayyy! So i mean the morning was chill. Did a little meditation before school and.. was maybe almost late but shhh. Also maybe started crashing out on my friend a tiny bit (not like at him just near him) which! Oopsie!

Anyways first period was exam. Bc ofc it was. But!! I was right bc i got the computer to turn onn! The only problem was that it didnt have a fkn mouse. So for the first like 10 mins of the lesson i was screaming slamming my keyboard trying to find the fkn files. Okay a bit dramatic but i did slam my head on the keyboard once. And almost started crying.. more than once! But my amazing lovely beautiful friends made me laugh and stuff so it wasnt as bad. I feel kinda bad tho icl bc i was actually tweaking and going insane like. Laughing so u dont cry going insane. And i think bc of that my friends were being like a little bitier yk? Which was acc kinda fine bc i was in fact going insane so ykw at least they match energy (nod) Anyways i got my work back in the end bc my teacher helped me get a mouse for it ty miss ily </3 But tbfh i didnt get much done bc our stupid arses were giggling half the fucking lesson so ermm.. yeah. I did get the stuff due next lesson (friday) done for the practical exam. It isnt perfect but tbh it works. Also one of my friends was supposed to have their practical exam today had it moved to next wednesday so i have mine first. No fucking pressure!! Ughgh no im lowkey stressed ill bomb it or sumet. Like im usually pretty good in the class but idk if its just bc i do it w my friend. Like ive done it by myself before but i had the teachers help a little and just. UGHHH </3 Tbh im sure ill do fine but im still stressed abt it. Idk ill work it out before then bc i know being stressed is acc what would fuck me over if anything did lol. Also i cant practice beforehand which. Not fun but ive litro done this before soo ill be fine. Even if i stress a little.

Okayay rant over. Onto english (happy). We just did a narrative writeup which tbh wasnt that bad. Also i didnt get to apologise to my teacher but she didnt seem to mind and just gave me my thingy to take a pic of soo! We love that. One thing tho when i was sitting down after she gave me it i accidentally hit the kid next to mes elbow and said sorry a little too loud and miss thought it was someone saying miss and when she asked abt it i didnt clock how loud i was.. omg also the girl that doesnt like me was like ‘i heard thank you’ and laughed a little and like.. im gonna give her benefit of the doubt and assume she was just being like.. idk not mean! But like.. so funny.. so original.. really worked hard on that one.. anyways yeah it was a little embarrassing but shshh. Omg also this girls stomach was rumbling and it was loud and like half the class giggled abt it and we love (in a nice way shes a rlly sweet girl).

Theenn break!

Just now realising I never finished this entry lol. Guess we’ll never know!! Hoping it was fun 🫡

And to anyone who read this far, love you <33

[itstimaaa]

I’m soooo happy subhanallah. guys I made a lot of dua to Allah to heal my heart. I used to be sooo light and happy and bubbly and cutesy but being in a toxic relationship rlly broke me down slowly and make me so insecure and sad and angry ☹️ And to see that in myself was crazy bcs I never used to be any of that, to see myself cuss and yell was crazyyyy, and I actually got physically sick from the emotional stress in the process. the wrong person brings out the worst parts in you but the right person brings out the softer happier parts of you. A few months ago the thought of hearing his voice again or seeing him would have yeeted me into a spiral of anxiety and heartbreak, but today I feel literally nothing. I thought I ran into him and I felt nothing, heard his voice and I felt nothing. to be loved properly by someone & to more importantly love urself erases all the harm done by the anyone from your past 🥹. I had to put myself in an uncomfortable situation and be honest with how I felt to assess my growth, and I couldn’t be prouder of myself alhamdullilah yaa raab

[sincerely-krp]

ik you're done posting for today probably but do you guys really think you're gonna close?? i'm sorry i'm just rlly anxious rn, i admin a krp and i'm worried things will be like they were before you

please don't stress yet!!! we do not plan to close the blog, we're just accepting feedback because we do think that certain things can be done without driving too much traffic away! we tend to be very careful so that everyone can still feel they're being heard here (toxic or not toxic), but if that is going to change then i think the community knows that there will be other places that will fill in for the sheer amount of people that we will be shutting out. and that is something that we have wanted everyone to be prepared for! the more we censor or moderate, the more people get cut. and those are the people more likely to make another vent blog.

out of every 100 asks we post about 45-55, so nearly half are already cut, and that half takes a lot of figuring out grey space to make sure they keep feeling heard without needing to default to other krp tea blogs. we thought we were hitting the balance because others haven't taken off, but receiving feedback will usually change how we do things regardless, and there is a lot of anger which we are not going to try and speak above. making certain decisions will mean that other blogs will come back, but will also mean our blog will be more moderated.

we have also considered taking a break for about 3-6 months, to allow the parts of the community that would like to see us closed or would like to see what happens if we close to be heard. there are chances that the community would be better off without us and the toxicity of our blog, and we hear that! those are the decisions going on behind the scenes. a lot of people in our dms who have previously discussed things with us are also weighing in of their own volition (without us asking for it), and we are taking that into account too. everyone is free to weigh in, of course, we did not mean to cause any anxiety! we are, however, going to start posting constructive feedback directed towards us only, we think we have represented the anger enough and we are trying to take in genuine opinions.

[lesbanian]

have been hoist by my own petard. underestimated the capacity of the horrors to do their very utmost to prevent any productivity on my part. I am feeling Bad.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hi, I hope ur doing well bc I rlly love ur writing🥺anyway can u do a sweet boyfriend James scenario with a reader who’s been avoiding him because she suddenly broke out on her cheek and is self conscious about it😭I literally have the worst skin in the winter and I’m trying so hard not to cry but my skin is so important to me😭😭😭😭like I’ve never felt uglier and I know breakouts are normal but still🥺😭

Thank you so much for liking my writing, love! And I am so sorry! I totally get that and I hope you get well soon! I know how annoying skin things are! 🥺 sorry, this turned out to long for a dialogue so I made it a drabble, I hope you like it  😊 Warnings: reader feeling insecure about the breakouts on skin Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren't mine 😁

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Unpretty

"Sweetheart?"

"Go away!" James heard on the other side of the door of your dorm.

"It's James" he tried again.

"I know! Please, go away!" he heard you again, feeling his heart shatter.

You always wanted to see him. He hadn't seen you all day. When you missed breakfast and he thought maybe you slept in and would be late. But you never came. If it wasn't because Remus forcing him to go to Potions, he would have gone straight to your dorm. You didn't come during first period. Or second period, making him worry. When he looked you on the Map, he saw you were still in your dorm and his worries lessened a little. He grew anxious because maybe you were sick. But none of your roommates had said anything to him, and they did whenever that was the case. He wanted to go look for you after Transfiguration was done but he had Quidditch practice and, being the captain with a match on Saturday, he couldn't really skip it. He hated it when he didn't see you there, waiting for him to go to lunch, as you always did. So, here he was with a basket full of food, waiting for you to open the door.

"Princess, you weren't at breakfast, or classes, or lunch" he insisted. "I'm starting to get worried. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Jamie, please just... go to lunch!"

"I'm not gonna go without you, love. What is going on?"

"Nothing! I'm just not feeling well!"

"But... I haven't seen you all day!" he whined. "Sweetheart, please just open the door. You know I'm not going to stop worrying until I see that you're okay" he told you.

You knew he was right. He wasn't going to leave until he saw you. You grabbed your wand and pointed it at the door so it would slightly open, but you remained on your bed underneath your blankets and comforters. James slowly entered your dorm and you could hear his footsteps approaching you until you felt a weight sitting at the end of your bed.

"You've seen me, Potter. Now you can go away" you mumbled, grumpily.

"No, what I see is my beautiful girlfriend wrapped in a cocoon of blankets" he said, trying to remove some from you but you pulled them tightly. "Love, what's going on? Do you have a fever? Do you need me to take you to Madam Pomfrey-?"

"No!" you quickly replied.

"Okay, fine. I guess, I'll just... eat all of these brownies by myself then" he said, grabbing the picnic basket and placing it on your bed. You slowly peeked a little from your blankets and James could only see your eyes, looking back at him. "Oh, there she is. There's my beautiful girlfriend" he smiled, trying to pull you to him but you pushed him away.

"I'm not beautiful today" you mumbled.

"Honey, what are you talking about? You're always beautiful!"

"No, not today! I have been really stressed because of exams and my period is coming next week and my stupid face decided to have a stupid breakout and I look horrible!" you said, pulling your blankets closer to you again and resuming your original position, away from James.

"Princess" he said, feeling his heart breaking a little at the pain in your voice. "Is that why you stayed here today?"

"Yes! I look like a troll!"

"Sweetheart, I seriously doubt that's true" James said, with a small chuckle.

"Easy for you to say! I bet there's not one day in your life when you haven't looked perfect!" you replied.

"What are you talking about? I don't look perfect!"

"James, I have seen you naked. You always look perfect!" you insisted.

"Oh, if you want to play that game, I have also seen you naked, my love, and if any one of us is perfect, it's you" he said, lying down next to you but you still didn't budge. "Fine, if you're not coming out, I guess I have to come in" he said.

"What-?" before you could continue, you felt the blankets around you fly away before it quickly placed James underneath them again. There was no way out now. Your boyfriend was facing you with the most enamored look on his face you had ever seen.

"Hello, gorgeous" he smiled goofily at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you quickly buried your face in his chest, feeling tears in your eyes. "Hey, what's this for?" he said, stroking your back with his hands.

"I look h-hideous, Jamie" you said between sobs.

"Sweetheart, I know that you may feel that way because you don't feel comfortable right now, but I promise you could never look hideous" he insisted.

"Y-you have to say that because you're m-my boyfriend" you said, still not looking up at him.

"No, I say that because it's the truth" he said, kissing your temple. "Could you please let me look at you? I haven't seen you all day. You have been really mean to me" he pouted.

"I'm sorry" you murmured, still looking down.

"It's okay" he said, gently cupping your cheek and making you finally look up at him. "There's my beautiful girlfriend" he said, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips and making the tiniest smile appear on your face.

"You're a dork" you said, trying not to laugh.

"I know, I have the thick ugly glasses to prove it and my dorky hair that goes everywhere" he told you, making you glare at him.

"I love your dorky glasses and your messy hair" you pouted, running a hand through his messy locks.

"See? So how come you don't believe me when I say you still look beautiful?"

"It's not the same thing!" you insisted.

"It's the exact same thing, love" he said, kissing you again. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his expression turning worried and you felt yourself smiling even brighter at him.

"A little" you told him. "It's more uncomfortable than painful" you assured him. "But I already took some meds so it should be gone in a few days" you instructed him.

"Wait a minute, were you planning on avoiding me FOR DAYS?!" he said, dramatically with a hurt look on his face.

"No" you assured him. "I was hoping that they wouldn't look as bad tomorrow" you said.

"Well, that is still just cruel, love!" he said, pulling you closer to him and peppering your face with kisses.

"Jamie!" you complained, giggling as he kissed you once more. "I believed you mentioned some brownies?"

"Is that all I am to you? Your brownie dispenser?"

"Of course, not!" you said, kissing him again. "You're also my personal teddy bear that I can cuddle any time I want" you said, laughing a little.

"You're lucky I love you" he said, sitting up, making the blankets into a fort above the two of you before he grabbed the picnic basket.

"I really am" you said, sitting up next to him and kissing his cheek. "I love you too" you said, as he kissed your temple.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

[v-love]

Tissues and Blood (Part 2)

(Dandy x GN!Reader)

Request: “heyy! so, i was thinking about a short fic where the reader is concerned about dandy’s sudden sneezing and allergic reaction through the past few days and the both find out it’s actually dandy’s dust allergies seeing as dora hasn’t been cleaning anything for our infamous man child just to spite him? I THOUGHT OF THIS RANDOMLY AND I THINK IT COULD BE RLLY CUTE? though poor dora when she gets caught though 💀”

This is part two. I had a lot of fun doing this part because I gave Dandy a less whiny appearance. You’ll see why soon!

Warnings: Fear, threats, kidnapping.

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Dandy groans softly as he sits up in bed. He looks around, realizing that he didn’t get to say goodbye to you before you went to work. Groaning softly, he stands and stretches, sneezing again before sighing. “Damn…it’s always something.” He mumbles to himself as he walks to the bathroom, washing himself up. As he looks at himself in the mirror, he frowns. “There’s no way this is pollen. I’ve never had this reaction to it ever…” His frown deepens as he stares at the mirror before starting on his hair. He only had about 5 hours till the doctor came. There’s no harm in being ready a bit early.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Dora is finishing up her cooking to serve to Dandy, having hearing him pad around his room. As she hears him sneeze and groan, a sick smile makes its way to her face. A part of her felt bad since you seemed stressed about Dandy’s allergies. Dora had always liked you. Somewhere in her mind, she felt like confessing to everything and fixing her mistake. She was surprised when you didn’t scold her when you were leaving for work. Maybe you had forgotten. Maybe the scolding would happen later that day. Maybe your mind was occupied with something else.

Dandy makes his way to the dining room, huffing as he sits down. His nose was irritated once again from him sneezing. “Where’s the food?” He says loudly, frowning since everything wasn’t already there when he sat down. Dandy sees Dora rush in and set everything down, not wanting to hear him whine. “Thank you…” he says, side eying her a bit. He hums a bit as he eats, not paying any attention to her as she pretends to dust something. “It’s delicious. You’ve outdone yourself today.” He says before smirking a bit.

“Tell me Dora, why haven’t you been cleaning properly for the past…” he thinks for a second. “Two weeks? Yes about two weeks.” Dandy watches as Dora freezes for just a second before slowly turning around to face him. “I have done everything I’m paid to do, boy.” She says as she places her hands on her hips.

Dandy sniffs a bit and wipes his nose, looking up at her standing form before slamming his hand on the table. She knew he hated being called “boy” since everyone would belittle him that way. A sick smile, matching hers from earlier, twists on his face as he sees her flinch at the action. “You’re a goddamn liar.” He says before having to sneeze. Dandy frowns deeply as he looks back up at her. “You know how I know? You pride yourself in leaving this house spotless but when I was washing up in my bathroom, I saw the dust crust on top of my mirror.”

Dora’s eyes roll at him as she scoffs. “Boy please, just because I miss a spot doesn’t mean I’m slacking.” He laughs before suddenly standing, making his way over to her. Immediately a look of disgust paints her face as she sees him up close. “Wait until-“ suddenly he sneezes on her, both of them staring at each other in shock. “Well…wait until my darling comes home-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence because there was a knock on the door. Dandy sighs in frustration before quickly walking to the door, leaving Dora in a filthy state. “Yes doctor, please come in…” she hears Dandy say. Internally she screams profanities at Dandy before cleaning herself up. Her hands shake in anger and fear as she changes and starts to wash her now soiled uniform.

During the visit, Dr. Rocco informs Dandy that he does in fact have an allergy to dust. The doctor hums as he takes Dandy’s blood pressure. “If I were you, I would fire the maid. This house feels and looks stuffy.” He comments to Dandy as he writes down everything he needs to. “Talk to your partner about it before you do, of course.” Dr. Rocco says and smiles as he packs up his things.

Dandy smiles back and leads him back out the door. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll see you in two days? Same time?” He asks him and watches as Dr. Rocco nods. “Drive safe, sir.” Dandy says and watches his car leave and yours pull up.

As you walk in, Dandy immediately bombards you with information. It didn’t let you put down anything or think about anything else. “Dandy please! I just got home…” you mumble, him quickly shutting himself up. You slowly begin to put things away and settle down.

“She hasn’t been cleaning anything..even the doctor noticed. The allergy I have is from dust, he gave me this to take every night.” Dandy says and watches your reaction. He was surprised that you stayed calm. Too calm for him.

You stand up and reach your hand out to him. “I’m going to let you take care of this. I’m too tired, my love.” You say and watch as his face lights up with a smile. “I’m going to bed…” You mumble and let him kiss your lips gently before taking you upstairs.

Dandy quickly runs down the stairs and starts to search for Dora. “When I find her…” he mumbles and finally sees her in the garden, tending to some flowers. He quietly comes up behind her and covers her mouth. “Scream and I’ll break your neck. You know I can and will.” He whispers in her ear, feeling her body slightly give up on the slight struggle.

He sweats a bit as he ties her up, leaning back and smirking. “When tomorrow comes, I’ll end your suffering. I am your god and you have forgotten your place.” She cries as he gags her, looking up at him in fear. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and smiles evilly. “I’ll see you tomorrow…”

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The Shark Stuffie

Anonymous Said: my life’s been pretty shit recently and I’m so stressed rn and my anxiety is through the roof meaning I can’t sleep either..could you maybe write something small about harry comforting you and coaxing you to sleep with sweet coos💕

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And This One 

A/N: I feel like I haven't written some fluff in a LONG ass time...like the last pure fluff piece I wrote was all the way back in the beginning of January. That’s lowkey due to my vibes being off, my lack of motivation to do just about anything, and the fact that my writing schedule has been rearranged too many times. Either way tho...I hope y'all like this fic, it’s rlly cute and softtt and it’s definitely relatable for many of us. Enjoyy🙃

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You had a bit of an obsession with animal documentaries. There was just something about them that just drew you in and captivated you. Whenever you watched the films or shows, you were always glued to the screen and utterly fascinated with the creatures being displayed before your eyes. Whenever you watched them with Harry, he’d always tease you about your obsession and being completely glued to the screen, jokingly saying that you were more in love with the animals than you were with him. Which couldn’t have been the farthest thing from the truth of course. But in true Y/n fashion, instead of just shooting his far fetched claims down, you would always tease him back; saying that you were in fact madly in love with whatever animal was on the screen at that moment, and that if he wanted to reclaim his number one spot on your list of loves, he’d have to put in some serious work. And then over the following couple of minutes, the two of you would go on to further the banter, trying to land the snarkiest little remark and “win”...even though it wasn’t even a competition to begin with. Sometimes you two were able to go a good while going back and forth on who you loved the most, Harry or the animals and their documentaries. Other times, and most times for that matter, you two would just burst into a fit of laughs before snuggling up together for the rest of the documentary. You of course rewinding it to play back anything you missed when your attention was on Harry. 

Which speaking of Harry, he thought your obsession with animals and the documentaries was the most precious and adorable thing thing in the entire world. He couldn’t (and never wanted to for that matter) get the image of your face lighting up when you watched the documentaries or discovered that a new one had come out for you to watch. He loved how happy and at ease you were when you watched the animal documentaries. On top of the fact that Harry loved how happy you got when watching the documentaries, Harry was slowly growing a little bit of an obsession with the documentaries too. And because of that, not only did he suggest making you guys’ date nights animal documentaries nights, but he also began to feed your obsession by means of plushies. If you two watched a documentary on giraffes, he’d be on the hunt for the cutest little giraffe plushie the entire week after and leading up to you guys’ next date night. And if you were going on and on about a particular animal he’d try to find the cutest plushy to get for you to add to your collection. Most times Harry was able to get lucky and find the cutest plushy for the animal you were obsessed with at the moment. But there were also times where he wasn’t so lucky. Either the animal was too exotic to be in stuffed animal form, or it wasn’t cute enough for Harry’s liking. He took his job of feeding your animal obsession very seriously. 

But either way, plushy or no plushy, you were just happy to enjoy and share your love of animal documentaries with your boyfriend who you loved even more. And Harry, whether or not he’d be able find the perfect plushy, was always going to do his very best to put an even bigger smile on your face. Even if it meant having to get a little creative at times. 

Now for the first time in the five or so months you’ve been obsessed with animals and watching the documentaries, you were stuck on one animal; Sharks. You weren’t quite sure as to what was so fascinating about the incredibly deadly creature but you couldn’t get enough of them. You were watching documentary after documentary on them and you even went as far as to find and watch old shark week episodes. You were quite obsessed to say the least. For the past, just about two weeks when you and Harry had your weekly animal documentary night/date night, you’d turn on something about sharks. Which prompted Harry to go out and find the perfect plushies to add to your collection. He managed to find the cutest one online the thought you’d love and he immediately placed his order so that it would arrive as soon as possible. While he waited for that stuffed animal to arrive, Harry figured you’d be onto the next animal. But no, the following week you were still obsessed with sharks. Which meant that a knot her shark plushy would be coming your way in no time. So once again, Harry went back on the “prowl” for the best shark plushies out there, spending the better part of his Wednesday evening looking for the perfect one. 

After looking through the pages of plushies, hoping to find one that he could buy in-store, Harry finally found the one. It was a fairly big shark plushy, and from the photos it looked to be pretty cute, and it seemed to be very soft. All of Harry’s boxes were checked off. But the ultimate selling point for it though, was the fact that it was weighted. See, you had really bad anxiety. Your mind was constantly racing, you were constantly worrying about things and what could go wrong, and you couldn’t stop overanalyzing everything and the decision you made. It was hard for you to get rest, even when you were exhausted and in dire need of a good nights sleep. And your preexisting anxiety was only exacerbated by school. One of the things that made your mind and body all calm down in those moments where you were completely overloaded and inundated with anxiety and stress was your weighted blanket. It kind of forced you to take time out for yourself and relax, and feel comfortable, taking your mind off of the stresses that were fueling the fire of your anxiety. It was honestly like a much needed big hug and was absolutely perfect when you couldn’t exactly have Harry, your ultimate anxiety and stress reliever. 

And on the topic of school, you were drowning. You were having a very rough week to say the least. Your to do list grew longer and longer as the days passed, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had reached an all time high and was on the path to reaching another record high. This week you had so many academic responsibilities you had to take care of, on top of all the things you had to do and wanted to do when it came to your personal life. You felt like every time you got one thing accomplished, two or three more things were thrown at you and demanded your attention. No matter how hard you tried to put things on a schedule and properly manage your time, a sudden wrench would be thrown into your plans and screw everything up; making your life increasingly difficult to navigate. Just the idea of school caused your anxiety to flare up. So to add everything you had to do for school this week along with your other responsibilities on top of that was quite much for you to handle. You didn’t even have the time, let alone the energy, to even have a proper breakdown and let it all out. You’d simply shed a few tears, take a deep breath, take a sip of your water, and push your feelings of being overwhelmed and tired to the side so that you could get shit done. The only things that brought you some type of relief this week were your weighted blanket, Harry’s comforting words, and you guys’ Friday night date night. And the plushies Harry told you he had for you.

When Harry spoke to you throughout the week and listened to how your week was going and how horrible it was going for you, he made it his mission to give you everything you needed when you came over on Friday night so that you can throw the terrible week you had away and have a relaxing and stress-free weekend. Once Friday finally arrived for you two, Harry spent most of the day just getting everything ready for when you came over. He went out and picked up all your favorite snacks, food, and anything else you liked, along with the weighted shark plushy and a new weighted blanket for you. You on the other hand were laser-focused on your school work and anything else that needed to be taken care of. You wanted to get everything done so that you’d have to spend no time whatsoever over the weekend doing anything besides being with Harry and relaxing your entire being. The only thing keeping you going today was the weekend Harry had planned for you. That’s it. And once you finally cleared your plate later on in the day, you dashed right over to Harry. You couldn’t wait any longer to watch your shark documentary with Harry and your new, no doubt, shark plushies.

 When you get to Harry’s place, you practically break the door down and you nearly knocked Harry off his feet from how you ran in and immediately nestled yourself into him. It was nearly five minutes before the two of you even verbally greeted each other. At that moment, you just wanted to be held. Harry was the sure-fire way to calm you down when you were going through a major bout of anxiety. His presence alone made you feel safe and okay. You had your arms locked around his midsection, keeping your grasp on him as tight as possible. Almost as if you were afraid that he was going to float away from you. And Harry didn’t mind this one bit, nor did he hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and just hold you just as tight and close to him. 

“Hi” You mumble into the soft fabric of Harry’s hoodie, breaking the silence between you two.

“Hi baby” He softly replies to you, squeezing you a little bit. 

“Missed you this week.” You continue on, relaxing a bit more into Harry. 

“I missed you too sweets. You had a pretty rough week huh?” Harry coos, continuing to hold you and stroke your back. 

“Mhm…m’so tired.” You sigh. 

“Well how about we get you upstairs and in a nice warm shower to get you relaxed a bit while I bring everything up. And then we can watch one of your documentaries. How does that sound sweets?” Harry proposes. 

“Sounds amazing.” You agree, loosening your grip on Harry in the process. 

“Then let’s get you upstairs” He then proceeds to loosen his grip around you as well before guiding you from the front door and up the stairs. Once you’re all squared away and in the shower, Harry moves his setup in the living room upstairs in the bedroom, hiding the little gifts he got for you on the floor on his side of the bed. Harry also lays out some clothes for you to throw on. You had your own drawer and everything, but even though that was the case, you still went right to his clothes. So Harry didn’t even bother going through your drawer for anything. After laying out your clothes and everything you needed for when you’re all done with your shower, Harry orders what you told him you wanted for dinner before you got in the shower. Which ends up being a good thirty minutes. It was just so nice to have some time to yourself and not have to stress or worry about something you had to get done. It was such a relief to be able to just stand under the running hot water and just not have to think. The steaming hot water melted the caked-on stress from the week and just rinsed it away, making you feel so much better than you did when you first walked through the door. 

It was also a relief to walk out of the bathroom and into your boyfriend's bedroom with everything waiting for you. When you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, you stepped into this warm and cozy atmosphere Harry created for you. The bed is all warm and comfy, and extremely inviting. He had your clothes and all your post-shower stuff laid out for you on the bed. Harry even had one of your favorite candles lit on the bedside table. The tv was even on with an array of animal documentaries for you to pick from. Up until he had to rush downstairs to get the takeout he ordered for you two, Harry helped you get all settled in bed. And when he comes back upstairs, this time with the food you (and your stomach) were beyond excited for, you were all done getting ready and tucked right under the covers waiting for him to come back.  

Harry quickly shuffles across the room to sit the food down onto the bed before lifting the little basket he filled to the brim with your favorite little snacks up onto the bed, making you even happier than you were already, and hopping into bed with you. He then hands you the remote, giving you the power to choose whichever documentary you wanted to watch, along with a small peck to your cheek, marking the official start to you guys’ date night/relaxing weekend. While you and Harry watch the first documentary of the night together, you’re intently watching the screen just like always as you happily stuff your mouth with the delicious food in front of you. As you watched the documentary, Harry on the other hand couldn’t help but sit back and just watch you. He was so happy to see you all relaxed and peaceful, opposed to being all stressed out and anxiety-ridden like you were when you first came over.

By the end of the first film, you and Harry are completely done with your food and have moved on to clearing off the bed so that you two can cuddle and possibly fall asleep during the next one. Once the bed is all clear and free for you and Harry to move around, you two immediately move in closer and get nice and comfortable in each other before starting the next shark-related documentary.

“Thank you so much for all of this Harry.” You thank him, breaking your focus on the tv and shifting it to Harry.

“Anything for you sweets” Harry coos, turning his attention away from the tv as well. “I hate it when you’re going through it, especially when I cant be there to help you get through. So I just wanted to give you a nice relaxing and calm weekend for you to just feel better.” He explains.

“I love you Harry.” You hum, lifting your head up from his chest to peer up at him. You weren’t able to fully comprehend why and how you even deserved such an amazing boyfriend who always wanted to make you happy when you were sad and not doing okay, and even happier when you were already beaming. He was one of the best things in your life, and one of the few that didn’t stress you out. 

“I love you too baby.” Harry whispers, looking down at you and locking eyes with yours. The same way you felt like Harry’s mere existence made everything at least feel better, Harry felt the exact same way. So whenever you were going through it and not doing okay, Harry didn’t take that lightly. He always made sure to do everything in his power to get you to a better place. 

When Harry puckers his lips in your direction, you immediately lock yours with them, sucking you both into a love-filled little kiss. It was nice and soft for the atmosphere you and Harry were in, but it wasn’t incredibly slow, nor it did it feel rushed or like it was lasting forever. It was perfect.

“I got you something baby!” Harry whispers excitedly upon pulling away from your lips, tapping at your sides for you to sit up.

“You told me they were plushies.” You reply, excited to see what he picked for you this time. Harry always managed to get you the cutest little stuffed animals so you were really excited to see what he got you this time. 

“Yup! And here’s the first one.” Harry says, leaning down to pick up and reveal to you the regular plushy he found for you the first time.

“Oh my goodness! That’s too adorable!” You coo, holding up and looking at the adorable little shark Harry got for you. It was absolutely amazing and you were so so so excited to see the next one. 

“Ready for the next one? I think you’re gonna like this one the most.” Harry says, causing you to immediately nod your head in response. “M’gonna need you to close your eyes too.” He instructs.

Once your eyes are closed, Harry leans down and picks up the weighted and fairly big shark plushy before sitting it in your lap. He then grabs the new weighted blanket he got for you and sits it between you both before instructing you to open your eyes.

When you see what Harry placed into your lap, you could instantly feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It was like Harry knew exactly what you wanted and needed. You absolutely loved your weighted blanket and you always used it, even when you weren’t in need of something to calm your anxiety. You also loved plushies, even before you were heavily into animals and Harry was finding you all sorts of plushies. They brought you some much-needed serotonin whenever you were feeling down and they were your little cuddle buddies. So to have a weighted one, a combination of everything that never failed to calm your anxiety down was absolutely amazing and you couldn’t have been more happy and appreciative. That’s why you just couldn’t help it when you started crying. You wasted absolutely no time wrapping Harry in the biggest hug, thanking him over and over for the plushy. But it wasn’t long until you just broke down. 

“You have no idea how much this means to me, I had such a horrible week.” You sob into him.

“I know baby.” He coos, stroking your back as you cried. Even though he hated it when you cried, he knew that you always felt lighter whenever you just let it all out.

“I had panic attacks every day and I didn’t get enough sleep and I didn’t eat much either and I didn’t have you there for cuddles. It was so bad.” You cry, your voice cracking at the end, making Harry only tighten his arms around you. He knew it was a bad week for you, but he didn’t know it was this bad. You only told him but so much over the phone.

“Well I’m here now baby and I’m gonna take good care of you and get you back and feeling better.” Harry promises, continuing to hold you as you cry into him. You were so vulnerable right now and he just wanted you, his baby, to feel better. 

As you continued to cry, you continued to mumble and talk about just how bad your week was and how much he was doing for you helped you feel better. Eventually, you ran out of words and the energy to speak or even cry. So Harry began to whisper sweet little nothings and reassurance that you’re going to be okay and that he’s going to take care of you. And as he did this, Harry could feel your body heave less and less from the crying and the little hiccups that came along with it. Once you’ve calmed down a little and as the sleep begins to overtake you, Harry then unwraps an arm from around you and reaches over to turn out the light and blow out the candle before pulling the covers higher up over you two. He also pulled the plushy and still folded blanket up as well, just in case you wanted either of them.

 “Please don’t watch without me.” You mumble, your voice all nasally and filled with sleep. You were no longer tightly wrapped around Harry, but instead resting on his chest.

“I won’t darling. I just paused it so that we can go back and watch it later on when you’re nice and rested.” Harry replies through a soft chuckle continuing to stroke your back. 

“Pinky promise.” You mumble back, lazily lifting your pinky up from under the covers for Harry to hook his around.

“Pinky promise.” He replies softly, bringing his pinky in to hook it around yours, sealing his promise. “Now get some rest baby.” He whispers, pulling your still intertwined hands down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

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[mattsunnn]

title : Not Complaining

character/s : Aizawa Shota

warning/s : dom shota, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, n s f w in over all

a/n : saw a manga panel where the male’s just doing things✨ to his gf and i thought of this guy😃

This wasn’t what you expected.

But you’re not complaining, are you?

You were very much delighted when Shota called you right after lunch, telling you that he will go home earlier than the actual time. You prepared his favorite snack, which is mostly the juice packs he really likes and some baked goods you’ve been baking to cure your boredom. You also put on a movie for the two of you to watch and to cuddle in the sofa, seeing this opportunity to spend some more time with the busy Pro Hero.

Aizawa came home with his usual tired look plastered on his face, greeting you as he gave you a kiss on the cheek before changing his clothes to a more comfortable ones. He thanked you for the snacks, for even considering to get his favorite juice packs, and the movie that was playing. You savored the praise, proud at yourself for helping the Pro Hero relieve some stress.

The day was closed to finishing and you were glad that it was going smoothly according to your plan. Just one last step, which is to give him a warm bath, and everything is done! You two would be sleeping right now snuggled up to each other.

But why are you now laid back on the sofa, legs opened and a head in between your thighs as a tongue lapped up your juices, alternating in sucking your clit then going back on thrusting inside you?

“You always taste so good, Kitten.”

You whimpered, a hand combing through his hair and gripping on it tightly when he suddenly inserted two fingers in your core, immediately curling it up with expertise as he watched your face contort into a pleasurable expression. He leaned down and kissed your puffy clit, causing you to twitch slightly due to being sensitive. He rubbed against your walls, his fingers absorbing your warmth as he tried to find your sweet spot, using the pads of his fingers to rub against it once found.

“I have a goal today, baby. I’m not stopping until I achieve it.” He said, latching his mouth on the flesh of your inner thigh before sucking harshly on it, probably leaving a mark. There are towels under you that you questioned their purpose. Why are they there? We don’t usually use towels when we do these things. You didn’t question it out loud, too busy focusing on the way Shota’s tongue move around and in you.

You are whimpering, squirming against his hold as he continued his ministrations despite making you cum three times already with just his tongue. You tightened on his fingers, telling him that you are nearing yet another orgasm. He used that as a queue to fasten his pace, focusing more on your g-spot as well as using his other thumb to rub against your clit, putting pressure and rubbing in rapid circles.

“Sh-Shota! Too much!” You arched your back, trying to push his hands away but he was way more stronger than you. He used his forearm to push you back on the bed, both of his hands still rubbing and thrusting in and out of you without stopping. You felt the familiar knot appearing closer and closer, but this one felt more intense, an overwhelming sensation that somehow feels like an urge to pee.

“Shota! I’m-!”

“Go on, kitten. Cum.” He urged, planting a kiss on your inner thigh before you exploded. Gushing around his fingers and wetting the towels as well as his chest. “That’s it, Baby. You’re doing good.” He stared at your pulsing cunt in amazement, his ministrations never stopping as you continued to cum, squirting out your juices that has you twitching your legs uncontrollably.

When you finished, you were gasping for air, trying to grasp what just happened previously. He pulled out his fingers, licking them to taste your arousal which had you rubbing your thighs together at the sight.

“What was that?” You quietly asked, looking down in embarrassment. He chuckled, going up to meet your face. He pressed his lips against yours for a deep kiss, letting you have a taste of yourself before pulling away with a smirk.

“I just made you squirt, Kitten. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Let’s say that it is now his goal to make you squirt whenever you two have an intimate time with each other. He just loves the sight of you creaming and gushing around his fingers with that lewd face of yours.

I wrote this out of excitement🤣 that panel really got my mind imagining things😌 thank you very much for reading!

stay safe and stay hydrated!

goodness lord😨 i hav never thought this will hav more likes than what I expected😨 thank you so much everyone🥺 i rlly rlly hope u guys enjoyed this🥰

Omfg you guys🥺 it’s 400+!! And the reblogs!! Eye—— thank you so much😭

IT’S 600!!!😭😭 thank you so so much😭😭

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I have so many things to say about atlas cried.. but you rlly knocked it outta the park with this one. overall I think the soulmate trope tends to be a bit boring but you rlly turned it on its head with "right person, wrong time." with that being said, I was rly scared that the reader would forgive jeno super early after the hotel scene. so adding the time jump, where he can mature, was a smart move. you captured anxiety and feeling emotionless super well especially in the dialogue. the melancholic tone establishes the reader's constants stressful background, whether she "feels" it or not. And *inhale, lol* I didn't expect suyeong (spoiler alert) to be Jeno's serious ex. I thought she dated haechan or something but that was a real twist for me. you are fantastic with the small details (ex. acknowledging how suyeong's friendship wasn't healthy) I hate mean female love rivals so I like the lil bits of characterization for nayeong- about her being super stressed enough to see the counselor, how she checked up on the reader despite being traumatized herself, how she was the one the reader ran to after talking to haechan, how she was the one with the balls to pursue the person she actually loves.

anyways... this was way too long. I hope you keep writing and maybe some extra to see how the characters are doing. again, well done :)

ahh i read this right before i took off for my second flight today and it lowkey brought tears to my eyes 🥲 receiving feedback like this for my writing is more than i could ever ask for !!

also, i’m glad you enjoyed my take on the soulmate trope, anon^^ i quite enjoy taking the usual soulmate au formula (which can be very boring if ur not obsessed w it like me LOL) and making it a bit more tangible ! reality isn’t sunshine and rainbows even if ur universally meant for someone LOL

ty so much again, and always feel welcome to send long stuff about my writing like this 🤭