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Casanova (Cheating!Sasuke x AFAB!Reader) - iii

CW: MINIMAL EDITING !!! mean!sasuke x AFAB!reader, reader pregnancy, homewrecker!reader, deadbeat dad activities, cheating, piv (unprotected), creampie, spitting/spit play, oral (f receiving) degradation (loser, whore), zero after care, breeder!sasuke, generally scummy behavior, lmk if i missed anything. short chapter lol

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Sasuke knew he hated himself, like seriously- hated himself. He hated himself because everytime he came home he was reminded that he destroyed the family he loved so much just because he wanted to fuck you. Sure, the first time was an accident, if anything he helped you the first time! At least that’s what he told himself to be able to sleep at night. But the second time? The second time was pure lust, nothing but dirty lust that had taken over him and made him want to fuck you.

What didn’t help was how he heard people talk about you. How they would gossip about how nice your newly found motherhood was, and how it was sweet you’d decided to have your own little family. He hated that whenever people would ask who the father was you’d dodge the question, a flustered blush overwhelming your face as you clutched your chest.

But probably what Sasuke hated most of all was how the days went by and your belly got bigger, he got hard at just the sight of you. Your skin was always glowing, your breasts bigger, and of course your stomach bigger. He would think about how hot it was that he had gotten you pregnant, showing off how you were his, regardless as to how nobody knew it. In fact, the ignorance of how it was him got him unbelievably horny.

Whenever he would fuck his wife, he would put a hand flat on her stomach, feel the way his cock would bulge underneath, and imagine it was you while caressing where your child would’ve been. Sakura had no idea of course, she was just happy to get dicked down after a strange dry spell. Sasuke silently refused to fuck her, out of shame and pity mostly, but after getting hot and bothered by just the sight of you for weeks mixed with the feeling of sexual frustration he had to let himself go.

After the deed was done, his post but clarity kicked in like no tomorrow.

What am I going to do? How fucked am I?

He thought as he looked to his side and watched as his wife would catch her breath, post orgasm. He shook his head, pulling the covers up to his chest to cover himself up. Sakura rolled over, putting a hand to his covered chest.

“We haven’t done that in quite a while, huh?” she softly laughed, still breathing in and out.

“Yeah,” he smiled, looking away quickly. Sakura furrowed her brow.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sitting up and closer to him.

“Um, yeah… why?”

“It’s just… you’ve been so distant lately, and that’s saying something.” She nudged him and Sasuke made a halfhearted laugh. “You’ve been like this for weeks… if I didn’t know any better I’d assume something…” Sasuke tensed up.

“Assume what?” He bit back, jaw clenched. Sakura was taken aback.

“All I’m saying is ever since that genjutsu user got away you’ve been acting strange. You don’t feel bad about her getting away, do you?” Sakura asked, tone softer.

“She didn’t get away…” Sasuke muttered.

“Huh?”

“Oh, um… Her. Yeah, that’s what it is.” Sasuke replied, rolling over and facing away from Sakura. She giggled.

“Oh Sasuke, you’ve always been so hard on yourself.”

“For good reason…” He sighed, once again the feelings of shame and guilt returned.

“There you go again. Why don’t we just change the subject, hmm?” Sakura asked. Sasuke wanted to vomit when she said your name.

“W-what about her?” he felt the bile building up in his throat.

“Well you know how she’s pregnant right?”

“Yes, yes, of course I know she’s pregnant! What about her?”

“Well she’s coming into the hospital tomorrow for an ultrasound! When I found out I just knew I had to be her doctor so I’m going to be giving her her screening!” Sakura chirped happily.

Without a word Sasuke got out of bed, not facing her the whole time.

“Sorry, I just realized I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, walking out the door.

“Oh okay, we’ll can you bring me a glass of water when you come back?” Sakura called as he was already walking down the hall.

“Yup.” He responded. He locked himself in the bathroom and turned the fan on, then vomited into the toilet before tangling his fingers into his hair and silently crying as his heart beat out his chest.

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You had no idea of course, so nobody could imagine the slurry of emotions erupting inside of you when Sakura walked into the room, clipboard in hand for your check up. You laid back on the examination bed, heart beating out of your chest as she made conversation with you about your baby.

“You can tell me, c’mon! Who’s the father,” she asked, pouring jelly on your belly and spreading it around.

“I can’t…” you frowned.

“Why not?” She asked, turning to the screen and flipping it on.

“It’s cause,” you felt sweat bead on your forehead, you felt sick and had no idea how to tell her this was her husbands child. “It’s cause I had a sperm donor.”

Sakura spun around in the seat and looked at you.

“No kidding! So you’ve really wanted to be a mom that badly?” She asked, moving the small device around on your stomach.

“Um… Yeah I guess so,” you mustered a laugh.

“Didn’t they tell you who the donor was? Y’know if I check your appointment date I can see who’s they gave you-“

“Oh no that’s fine! I didn’t have a preference…” You lied as you both shifted your attention to the screen. “Just wanted it to be healthy…”

Soon enough the fetus was on screen and Sakura gasped with delight.

“Well it seems healthy to me!”

“Um, do you know it’s gender yet?” You asked, shamefully curious.

“Well it’s too early to tell, that’s also why it’s so small.” She pressed a little harder against you, and shifted it around. She pointed at the top of the oblong shape. “There’s the head.”

You smiled as you looked at it, then your face dropped. You felt tears roll down your face and soon enough you were crying. Sakura turned her head to see you.

“I’m sorry…” you cried, wiping your face.

“No no! It’s okay, plenty of mothers cry when they get their ultrasound done it’s completely fine! It’s also all those hormones don’t worry.” She sat closer to you and gave you a small hug, running her hand up and down your back.

You wished she had punched you, kicked you, or even yelled at you, maybe then you wouldn’t feel so bad about being her husbands mistress and baby mother. But instead she was coddling you and telling you it would be alright, which it certainly would not be. Eventually you stopped crying and Sakura grabbed her clipboard and started writing down on it. She tore a piece of paper out and handed it to you.

“It’s a list of some prenatal vitamins, they’ll make you feel better especially when you start to get further into your first trimester.” She was too sweet, and you were so shitty.

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That night after dinner you heard a knock at your door and when you saw who it was you wished you slammed it immediately.

“Can I come in?” Sasuke asked, looking around nervously.

“Get the fuck in here.” You muttered. He shut the door behind him and locked it. You crossed your arms angrily.

“You know it’s already fucked up as it is that I have to raise your child alone, and now i’m reminded that your wife literally exists. You know she gave my ultrasound?” Sasuke cringed. “Yeah. Didn’t think about giving me a heads up?”

“I can explain-“

“Oh! So you did know?”

“Listen-“

“What the fuck…” you cried, sobbing into your hands and turning away from him.

“So emotional…”

“Fuck you, loser.”

“If i didn’t know your hormones were out of control right now I’d remind you that out of the both of us the real loser might be the one carrying the married man’s child.” Sasuke snapped. You growled low, then with an open palm struck him across the face. He winced, a soft grunt escaping his lips.

“I should kill this damn fetus that you find so fascinating. I hate it. I hate you. Everyday i’m reminded there’s something disgusting growing inside of me that you put there, it makes me sick.” You cried again, ugly sobs ripping their way out through your lungs to bounce around the walls of your home.

“It’s not my fault you were acting like such a whore that day.” Sasuke frowned, his hand running over the red skin on his face.

“If you had killed that genjutsu user we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You got in the way.” You scoffed.

“Always so pretentious, aren’t you?”

“It’s the truth. I could’ve handled it but no, you just needed to show off.”

“Show off? You’re one to talk. You’re practically showing off to the whole village how you got me knocked up everywhere I go.” Your brows furrowed. Sasuke was silent.

He knew you were right. Maybe he knew it was the pot calling the kettle black, but he was backed into a corner. Something about the word ‘loser’ struck a nerve with him. A deadbeat dad with a distant wife- no fault of anyone else but him. Did he somehow think starting a family with you would be some sort of do-over? something to rid him of his guilt?

When he looked at his wife he saw a beautiful woman, strong and accomplished. But how can you have any room for attraction to someone you have so much guilt for. Guilt for his old days of vengeance and hate, guilt for his job that kept him away from home for years.

But you? You were a fresh face. Beaming with optimism and a subtle hint of indifference that he knew he could change. You had something Sasuke couldn’t quite identify, simply being around you now felt dangerous. Sure, it could be, but it was more than the thrill of danger. You were his whim, his drug, the fever he couldn’t sweat out and being inside of you was the only place he wanted to be every hour of everyday. Maybe you have animosity for him now but could this family save you? more importantly- could it save Sasuke?

You took a deep breath in, shakily letting it go.

“You need to leave…” You were about to walk for the door when a possessive hand grasped your wrist. You froze.

“You don’t understand, I need you.” His voice was almost a whisper, the low growl that it almost produced set a shiver up your spine.

“I…” you started, face flush from his sudden shift. “Please, I can’t deal with you right now. You’re just too confusing.”

Sasuke gripped you brash and pinned you against the nearest wall, mounted frames ratted when you made contact. You gasped, your free hand coming to rest at your belly.

“Sasuke! You can’t just do that! It’s not good for the baby, knock it off,” your face burned hot. Sasuke raised a brow, a small smirk pricking up.

“Oh? So you do care about the well being of our baby, huh?” Bastard. He had you.

He leaned down partially, teasing you with a warm breath against your lips. You fought yourself to not close the gap, your mind racing and your face flaming. Soon enough you gave into your impulses and kissed him passionately.

You both let out an exhale, his soft lips making yours wet with his saliva. He opened his mouth to lick your sweet lips, tracing how plush they were only for his tongue to slip past them and feel along your own. His tongue ran along the smooth underside of yours, then swirled back up to trace your rougher taste buds, leaving his own flavor behind.

He grunted when you tangled your fingers in his hair, digging deep towards his roots and gently yanking when he pressed a growing erection into your swollen core. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck and he carried you to your bedroom, where he laid you down onto the mattress as soon as you both arrived.

Sasuke ripped off your pajama pants then ducked down to the valleys of your flesh, kissing in between your thighs to suck deep hickeys into. You moaned and writhed under his chin, then he made haste to your sensitive pussy, licking hard against your clit. You let out a harsh and untamed cry of pleasure, it almost sounded like you were in pain. But the way you bucked your hips into his mouth and dig deeper into his scalp proved otherwise.

You didn’t realize your body was craving Sasuke for so long until mere seconds later you were cumming on his tongue, hoarse moans and soft whimpers escaped your lips without warning as your juices filled his mouth. Sasuke palmed himself when you flooded into him, he swallowed every drop you could’ve given him and when you were done with your orgasm he didn’t stop devouring you until you were shaking like a leaf.

Sasuke roughly grabbed one of your tits as he stood up, looking down at you through narrowed eyes, you quivered under his gaze.

“Off.” He commanded. You took off your tank top and threw it across the room. Sasuke swooped down to caress your tits in his hand and mouth, biting harshly on your sensitive nipples. You clenched around nothing when he did so, thighs clamping shut around his torso.

He quickly came off of you and he undid his pants, you watched as the waistband of his pants and boxers fell to the floor, his large cock standing straight up against his chiseled abdomen.

There were no words spoken between the two of you. No promises of love, no claims of possession, no gifts exchanged or fancy jewelry to court with, no battles won to impress with, and no acts of tenderness. Only one single thing was present and that was the absolute orgasmic pleasure that came from being impaled be Sasukes cock over and over and over again. He got off watching you bounce from underneath him, your tits giggling every time he bottomed out and his balls smacked against your ass.

Sasuke bit his lip to stutter his moans when you started shaking again. Your climax looked almost like a seizure, more whimpers and cries were let out as you shook, only to be met with more tremors the longer he fucked you, continuing to deliver what practically seemed like pleasure epilepsies.

“F-Fuck! Sasuke, you’re so good…” you mewled, toes curling when he hit that good spot deep inside of you.

His hips didn’t slow their violent pace, his thumb traced along your clit, rubbing tight circles against it with he pad of his finger.

“Yeah…” he grunted, pace getting rougher. “You like this dick, huh? You like it so much you got pregnant from it, little whore.” He smirked, teasing you with long, deep strokes that slowed down to an agonizing pace.

You breathed heavily, heart pounding so loud and fast you were scared you might have a heart attack.

“Fuck- yeah…” you blubbered, hips twisting when you felt him bottom out.

“You’re gonna raise my fucking baby, aren’t you?” Sasuke murmured, his pace intensified and yet again you were crying out again.

“Y-yeah,” you whimpered, legs shaking as Sasuke obliterated your leaky pussy.

“That’s right… you’d do anything for this uchiha dick, wouldn’t you?” He asked with a smirk as he jackhammered you raw with his thick rod.

You neared your orgasm, cunt clenching tight and making Sasuke grunt as he continued to rail you. You nodded, eyes rolling back as your eye brows furrowed. Your mouth fell open and Sasuke took this opportunity to spit into it, you shocked yourself when you swallowed it. Sasuke had a feeling you would but watching you do it made him go crazy and his pace inside of you was excruciating.

“Say you want our baby, say you’re keeping it,” Precum was spilling out of you, it was fully mixed in with your arousal and your ass was drenched from your fluids dripping down.

“I want our baby, Sasuke- I… I’m keeping it I promise…” your face burned, your body surprised you would utter such words to the man who ruined you.

It didn’t matter for much longer since you came hard on his cock, appendages flying all around him to get him even closer to you. He complied and pressed himself deeper into you, almost as if he were fusing into you. his cock twitched when he filled you up with hot cum and you loved hearing his soft moans. you wrapped your legs around him to keep him right inside of you and if it wasn’t for the fact it was sasuke who had led you to this misfortunate spot, you wouldn’t be upset by the state you’re in now.

Eventually Sasuke got off of you and clothed himself. His pants covering his sex, almost as if in a way he was ashamed of where it had got him. Hiding it away from the mess he had made.

“I’ve got to go, I’ve already overstayed my welcome.” Sasuke sighed, he turned around and looked back over his shoulder at you. “Goodnight.”

You were still naked and drenched in sweat and sperm, juices leaking down your legs. It was like he injected you with his own venomous guilt for living, having desire, having your own craving for freedom through your sex. That freedom was gone now, only one of you had to deal with this fuck up. Now this venom was killing you. It was as if the most pleasurable knife was jabbed inside of you and you were bleeding out your emotions.

The sheets were all messed up besides you and as you watched him go you were glad he didn’t offer to tuck you in. A good man would’ve offered, a better would’ve tucked you in without even asking. In a way, it was confirmation he was a shitty lover and maybe even a worse partner. It made you feel better he wouldn’t do such an intimate thing for the fling like this when he has a wife and child at home.

Still shaken, you managed to sit upright, angry and defeated. You knew your body and mouth betrayed you of the freedom you wanted so badly. They reinforced his belief that you wanted to keep this anchor of a weight that was Sasuke Uchihas child. You were furious your body betrayed you and led you down a path of self destruction. You felt cheated, then felt worse when you realized that the only person who should really feel that way was Sakura.

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astrophileous · 7 months

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hi! is there any chance you could write a scenario for spencer with a plus sized reader? love your writing! congrats on the milestone and happy birthday month 💕

tyyy so much anon 🥺❤️ I hope you're happy with how this turned out 💞

Warning(s): fem!plus-sized!reader; I legit think there's no warning for this. not even swearing. but pls lmk???

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer looked down when he felt you shuffle against him. "Cold?"

The two of you were lounging on the couch with Spencer sitting on one of its end and your head leaning on his chest. Your legs were curled up on the cushion underneath a tiny blanket, the flimsy material barely doing anything as you pressed yourself even closer towards your boyfriend, trying to chase the warmth from his body heat to combat the chill running down your spine. Spencer noticed what you were trying to do and instantly tugged at the other blanket on his lap, laying the material gently around you and smiling when he heard you sigh in appreciation.

"What about you, Spence?"

"I'll be fine. I run hot."

"Mmh. Can't argue with that."

Spencer squeezed your thigh in response to your cheeky remark, your whole body shaking in laughter before you focused your attention back on the TV screen ahead.

It was a rarity for Spencer to find himself home safely at 8 o'clock on a Friday night, not to mention to have you home at the same time as him instead of at the ER tending to patients. On nights like this, Spencer made sure to always cherish the time with you in whatever way you liked, even if it meant he had to sit through nearly five hours of a Hallmark movie marathon after stuffing his stomach full with greasy Chinese takeouts.

The man was head over heels in love with you, and he would do just about anything to keep that mesmerizing smile permanently on your face.

"That's adorable," you said breathlessly after a few minutes of silence.

Spencer didn't want to admit that he had just spent the last ten minutes getting absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty, so he quickly tore his gaze away and directed it back towards the TV screen. His confusion only tripled in size when he saw that nothing particularly stood out from the scene. It was just another shot of the two main characters having yet another one of their silly little arguments as a cheesy jingle played in the background.

"What is happening?" Spencer asked at last.

You glanced at his question and scoffed. "You weren't paying attention again, were you?"

Spencer had the audacity to grin, and it was pretty lucky of him to have been blessed with such a pretty face that could melt even the hardest ice around your heart.

"Okay, handsome. Listen carefully. So, what happened is, the girl—"

"Bess?"

"Yes, Bess. Well, she and Aidan decided to meet for lunch to talk about the deed to the land, right? But that talk didn't really lead anywhere as they ended up fighting, again, and Bess walked away from the restaurant. Aidan ran after her and they fought again on the sidewalk, but then they got interrupted by the rain."

"Of course. The rain. How original."

You hid your bemused smile before continuing, "The two of them ran for cover in this little bookstore after that. Bess was shivering because she was wearing this little black thing, and Aidan noticed. So like the gentleman he is, he took off his suit jacket and gave it to Bess. They both ended up spending a couple of hours in that little bookstore waiting for the rain to stop, and Bess wore Aidan's jacket for the rest of the day. She didn't notice she still had it until she went home in the evening."

Spencer nodded along as he waited for your recount to finish, expecting to find clarity by the end of it only to be met with an even bigger confusion than before.

"I still don't get it. You thought that it was adorable that... they got caught in the rain?"

"And they call you a genius?" you teased, shrieking when Spencer lunged forward to tickle your sides. "No, silly. Not the rain. The jacket."

"The jacket?"

"Yeah. I think it's nice." You smiled, your eyes crinkling as you turned back towards the TV. "I've always loved that. When the guy gives something of his for the girl to wear. His T-shirt, his jacket, his sweater. Anything. The girl would wear his clothes and they'd usually look too big on her and it all just feels so... domestic. There's a sense of belonging in the gesture itself, sort of a non-verbal way of him claiming the girl as his. A little territorial, perhaps. But I personally find the whole thing adorable."

After he was done hearing your explanation, Spencer found himself at loss for words. "I didn't know that. That's actually a thing?"

"It's a pretty common trope in romance books and movies. One of my favorites, too."

"And you like that? Having your boyfriend lend you his clothes to wear?"

"Well, I don't know. I, uh, I actually never tried it myself." You suddenly grew bashful as you started playing with the hem of your pajamas top. "Everyone I've dated has always been smaller than me, so I never got the chance to experience any of that."

"Sweetheart—"

"Relax, Spencer. It's fine," you assured him. "I'm not sad about it. Do I feel like missing out sometimes? Yes, maybe, but it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll survive just fine. Promise."

You resumed watching the rest of the movie after that, the short conversation being shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in the final scene of the movie where the guy, finally and inevitably, managed to win over the girl with an arduous chase through the airport concluded by a romantic confession in front of gate 4E.

After movie night on Friday, the following week unraveled in a hectic frenzy for you. The ER where you worked saw a full house nearly every single night, forcing you to take not only one, not two, but three extra shifts in a single week. By the time the next Friday rolled around, you were exhausted beyond belief, collapsing face first into bed as soon as you arrived home without even waiting for Spencer to get back from his week-long case in Idaho.

The following morning, you woke up to a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. You followed the scent in your sleepy haze until you came face to face with your boyfriend standing behind the stove, unruly curls and a handsome smile as he glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. You couldn't even imagine how dishelved you looked in that moment—with dried drool around your lips and pillow imprints on your cheek—but the way Spencer assessed you from the distance, it made you feel as though you were meant to be sculpted as a flawless copy of Aphrodite herself.

"Good morning, gorgeous," your boyfriend greeted as he pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter. "Breakfast?"

The two of you spent the entirety of breakfast telling each other about your respective week while enjoying Spencer's pancakes that, surprisingly, tasted even better than they smelled. After the dishes were washed, Spencer grabbed your hand and started leading you back towards your shared bedroom.

"Come with me for a moment. I wanna show you something," he said.

You trailed after Spencer in curiosity, compliantly fulfilling his order to sit on the bed as he vanished into the ensuite. Three minutes later, Spencer reappeared in front of you, donning a grin so enormous that it nearly distracted you from the foreign pair of clothes he had changed himself into.

"What do you think?" Spencer asked enthusiastically.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah!"

"It's cute, Spencer. Is it new?" Spencer nodded eagerly, confirming your suspicion. "I see. It's kinda... too big for you, don't you think?"

The hoodie Spencer was wearing came in your favorite color, but it hung on his lanky frame almost like a poncho. Spencer still looked good in it, though. You admired his talent to still appear attractive even when he was wearing something that didn't fit him properly.

"I picked out a bigger size on purpose," Spencer revealed, taking off the hoodie before extending it towards you. "Here, try it. I went two sizes above your usual so it should feel roomy."

Your perplexed stare zeroed in on the clothing in Spencer's hand. "Wait. I don't understand. Did you buy this for me?"

"Um, no? Well, technically yes." Spencer rubbed his neck, suddenly turning sheepish as his gaze found your eyes. "Remember last week when you told me about girls borrowing their boyfriends' clothes? And how you never got to experience that? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went ahead and ordered this hoodie for myself but in a larger size. That way, you can steal it from me from time to time. Have something of mine you can wear when you want to."

Silence descended into the room in the wake of Spencer's declaration.

His heart was a sonorous thumping inside his chest. Spencer waited for you to say something, but your voice never came. It wasn't until the first sob broke through the quietude did Spencer realize that you were actually crying.

"Sweetheart? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

The man knelt in front of you in no time, his palm clenching at the side as if he was ready to go into battle to fight whatever or whoever caused the shed tears in your eyes. You lifted your head just enough to see him, smiling shakily when you saw the taut lines above the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe you bought this hoodie for me," you muttered once your sobs had subsided.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's why you cried? Because I bought you a hoodie?"

"It's not just because of a hoodie, Spence. It's the fact that you cared. You listened to my silly thoughts and you remembered." You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling him melt against the touch. "This is the nicest, most considerate thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That just breaks my heart, gorgeous. You deserve so much more. I'm literally doing the bare minimum."

"No, you're not. You're doing so much. You're doing everything, Spencer."

You kissed him, then. Urgently and vehemently; trying to convey just how intensely your heart felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer was wearing a big smile undoubtedly identical to your own.

"I love you so much, Spencer. You know that, right?"

Spencer's smile blossomed. In his heart, he sketched the way your face looked in that moment to burn your beauty into the depth of his mind.

"Not as much as I love you, sweetheart."

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rvp32 · 2 months

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Torn Hearts

Barely edited, wrote this to relieve stress, lmk if you guys enjoy this type of stories

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls as you sat alone, consumed by darkness. The weight of the world pressed heavily upon your shoulders, suffocating you with every breath. Thoughts of worthlessness and despair swirled in your mind like a tumultuous storm, drowning out any flicker of hope that dared to penetrate the darkness.

You had long been battling demons that lurked in the depths of your soul, demons that whispered lies of inadequacy and despair. Each day was a struggle to find purpose, to find a reason to continue existing in a world that seemed so indifferent to your pain.

And then she walked into your life, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the storm clouds. Wonyoung, with her radiant smile and gentle eyes, offered you a lifeline when you were drowning in the sea of despair. She became your anchor, tethering you to this world when all you wanted to do was let go and drift away.

But even her light couldn't fully dispel the shadows that lingered within you. The darkness still gnawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to consume you whole. You tried to hide your pain from Wonyoung, afraid of burdening her with the weight of your suffering, but she saw through your facade with a clarity that both comforted and terrified you.

One night, the darkness seemed to swallow you whole, leaving you gasping for air in its suffocating embrace. The whispers grew louder, urging you to end the pain once and for all. You found yourself standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of oblivion, ready to take that final step into the abyss.

But then, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens, Wonyoung appeared, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. She reached out to you, pleading with you to hold on, to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume you. And in that moment, you realized that you couldn't bear to leave her behind, couldn't bear to inflict the pain of your absence upon her.

With her unwavering support and love, you found the strength to step back from the edge, to face the demons that haunted you with newfound resolve. Wonyoung became your lifeline, your reason for living, and you clung to her with a desperation born of fear and longing.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you and Wonyoung navigated the complexities of your relationship. Despite the lingering shadows of your past, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you had found true happiness in her arms.

But fate had other plans.

One evening, as you returned home earlier than expected, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. A feeling of foreboding hung heavy in the air as you stepped into the familiar confines of your shared apartment.

As you made your way down the hallway, the faint sound of laughter reached your ears, sending a chill down your spine. Your steps faltered, your heart pounding in your chest as you followed the sound to the living room.

And there she was, Wonyoung, wrapped in the arms of another man. His hands roamed freely over her body, tracing patterns of desire along her skin as she giggled and leaned into his touch. The sight before you was like a dagger to the heart, a betrayal so profound that it threatened to shatter your very soul.

For a moment, you stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Anguish welled up inside you, a tidal wave of pain and betrayal threatening to engulf you in its icy embrace. Every fiber of your being screamed in protest, screaming out for justice, for retribution, for some semblance of closure in the face of such overwhelming betrayal.

But as you watched Wonyoung's laughter mingle with his, a numbness settled over you, suffocating the flames of rage and despair that threatened to consume you whole. It was as if you were watching the scene from a distance, detached and numb to the pain that tore at your soul.

And in that moment, you knew. You knew that the anchor you had clung to so desperately was nothing more than an illusion, a mirage in the desert of your existence. Wonyoung had never been your salvation; she had only been the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As Wonyoung's laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the steady patter of rain against the windows, you stood motionless, feeling as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath your feet. The world around you blurred into a hazy fog, your thoughts muddled and disjointed as you struggled to process the betrayal that had unfolded before your eyes.

But even as you tried to make sense of the chaos swirling within you, a part of you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the pain and heartache that had been inflicted upon you. Wonyoung's betrayal had cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving behind scars that would never fully heal.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by despair, you stumbled out of the apartment and into the cold embrace of the night. The rain soaked through your clothes, chilling you to the bone as you wandered the deserted streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night.

With each passing moment, the numbness that had settled over you grew stronger, enveloping you in a cocoon of indifference that shielded you from the pain of your shattered heart. It was as though you had become a ghost, drifting aimlessly through the darkness with no destination in sight.

As the night stretched on into the early hours of the morning, Wonyoung's mind raced with worry and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that she had been caught in her deceit and now faced the consequences of her actions.

But despite the nagging doubts that plagued her, Wonyoung remained silent, unwilling to confront the truth that lurked just beneath the surface. She busied herself with preparations for the day ahead, hoping to distract herself from the gnawing sense of guilt that threatened to consume her.

When morning finally dawned, you still hadn't returned home, and Wonyoung's anxiety reached a fever pitch. She tried to push aside her fears, telling herself that you were simply out for a walk or needed some time alone to clear your head.

But as the hours ticked by and you still hadn't returned, Wonyoung's facade began to crumble. She knew deep down that something was terribly wrong, that the fragile balance of trust and love that had sustained your relationship had been irreparably shattered.

When you finally returned home later that day, Wonyoung's heart clenched with a mixture of relief and dread. She wanted to reach out to you, to hold you close and reassure you that everything would be okay. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the pain and betrayal reflected back at her, and she knew that there was no turning back from the damage she had caused.

As Wonyoung hurriedly gathered her things and prepared to leave for work, you remained silent, your gaze fixed on some distant point beyond her reach. She wanted to say something, anything to ease the burden of guilt that weighed heavily on her heart, but the words remained trapped in her throat, unspoken and unheard.

When Wonyoung returned home from work, her heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears staining your cheeks and despair etched into every line of your face. She longed to rush to your side, to wrap you in her arms and whisper words of comfort and apology into your ear.

But as she approached, a look of fear flickered across your face, and you recoiled from her touch as though her presence was a painful reminder of the betrayal you had endured. Wonyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of your reaction, her own pain mirrored in the depths of your eyes.

"Please, don't," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you pushed yourself further away from her. "I can't... I can't bear it right now."

Wonyoung froze the weight of your words like a knife to her heart. She wanted to reach out to you, to bridge the chasm that had opened up between you, but she knew that the damage was already done. She had shattered the trust that had once bound you together, and now, there was no going back.

As the weeks passed, a tense silence settled over the apartment, broken only by the occasional strained conversation or forced smile. You allowed Wonyoung to go through the motions of affection, letting her kiss you and hold you close, but inside, you remained distant, your heart still raw from the betrayal you had endured.

Wonyoung, on the other hand, seemed to believe that things were slowly returning to normal. She went about her daily routine with a sense of quiet determination, her smiles masking the guilt and remorse that gnawed at her insides.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, a festering wound that refused to heal. You struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to confront Wonyoung and demand answers, and the fear of facing the truth and the pain that came with it.

Unable to bear the suffocating weight of your thoughts any longer, you found yourself wandering the empty streets, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle. The alcohol burned as it slid down your throat, numbing the pain and blurring the edges of reality until nothing existed but the dull ache of emptiness.

In the dimly lit bar, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of strangers, you drowned in a sea of loneliness and despair. Each drink served as a temporary escape from the turmoil raging within you, a fleeting moment of oblivion in a world filled with heartache and betrayal.

But as the night wore on and the alcohol took hold, your thoughts turned to Wonyoung, to the pain she had inflicted upon you and the shattered dreams that lay in ruins at your feet. Anger bubbled to the surface, a searing heat that threatened to consume you whole as you raged against the injustice of it all.

And as you stumbled out into the cold embrace of the night, your mind clouded by alcohol and despair, you knew that you couldn't continue living like this, trapped in a cycle of pain and betrayal. Somewhere deep within you, a spark of determination flickered to life, a resolve to break free from the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As you lay in a drunken stupor, oblivious to the world around you, the sound of Wonyoung's voice pierced through the haze of alcohol and despair, jolting you awake from your restless slumber. At first, you thought it was a dream, a cruel trick of your tormented mind, but as the fog cleared from your brain, you realized with a sinking feeling that it was all too real.

As Wonyoung's voice echoed in the room, you felt a surge of disbelief and anguish wash over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of pain and betrayal. With trembling hands, you wiped the sleep from your eyes, hoping against hope that what you were seeing was nothing more than a horrible nightmare.

But as your vision cleared, the scene before you came into sharp focus, and the reality of Wonyoung's betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. Your heart shattered into a million pieces as you watched her entwined with her lover, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, oblivious to the devastation they had wrought.

"Y/N, please," Wonyoung's voice rang out, filled with desperation and fear as she caught sight of you standing frozen in the doorway. She rushed towards you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness, but you recoiled from her touch, unable to bear the sight of her betrayal any longer.

"You lied to me," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to control the overwhelming surge of emotion threatening to consume you. "You made me believe that you loved me, that we had something real, but it was all just a lie."

Wonyoung's face contorted with guilt and remorse as she reached out to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of her betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you turned away from her, unable to bear the sight of the woman who had broken your heart into a million irreparable pieces.

Without a word, you began to gather your belongings, your hands shaking with the weight of the decision you knew you had to make. Each item you packed felt like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of the life you had once shared with Wonyoung, now shattered beyond repair.

As you gathered your belongings, Wonyoung's desperate pleas filled the room, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for another chance, her voice thick with regret and sorrow.

"Please, Y/N, don't leave me," she pleaded, her hands reaching out to grasp yours in a desperate attempt to keep you from slipping away. "I know I messed up, but I love you. I need you. Please, give me another chance."

But despite the pain and longing in her eyes, you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the damage that had been done. The trust between you had been shattered beyond repair, and no amount of pleading or begging could erase the hurt and betrayal that had seared its way into your soul.

With a heavy heart, you turned to face Wonyoung, her tear-stained face etched into your memory forever. "I genuinely loved you, Wonyoung," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked into her eyes one last time. "I cherished the moments we shared together, and I'm grateful for the happiness you brought into my life. But I can't stay here, not after what you've done.

As the days passed, Wonyoung's heart weighed heavy with regret and sorrow, haunted by the memory of your departure and the pain she had inflicted upon you. She tried to drown out the echoes of your final words, to bury the guilt and remorse that threatened to consume her whole, but no amount of distractions could silence the voices of doubt and self-loathing that plagued her every waking moment.

And then, one fateful day, the news of your death reached Wonyoung like a thunderbolt, shattering the fragile illusion of normalcy she had tried so desperately to maintain. With trembling hands and tears streaming down her face, she read the details of your passing, each word a dagger to her already wounded heart.

In that moment, the full gravity of her betrayal hit Wonyoung like a tidal wave, sweeping her away in a torrent of grief and regret. She fell to her knees, her cries echoing off the walls of the empty apartment as she mourned the loss of the love she had taken for granted, the love she had destroyed with her own selfish actions.

Through tear-stained eyes, Wonyoung replayed every moment she had shared with you, every smile, every touch, every word of affection that had once filled her heart with joy and warmth. But now, all she felt was emptiness, a void that threatened to swallow her whole as she grappled with the enormity of her mistake.

In the silence of the empty apartment, Wonyoung wept for the love she had lost, for the pain she had caused, and for the chance she would never have to make things right. And as she cried herself to sleep, haunted by the ghost of your memory, she vowed to carry the weight of her regret with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the price of betrayal and the cost of lost love.

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heevanly · 4 days

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.ᐟ TEASER: Run The Night : ENHYPEN (엔하이픈)

𝐬yn. : when y/n agreed to take on a mysterious job that no one else in her team wanted, she expected some hardships, but nothing like she’s experiencing thus far. meeting up with a completely different group of young detectives makes life a bit easier though, especially when there’s seven of them. she just never could’ve fathomed the horrific scenes that would unfurl in front of all of their eyes and with no way to contact her original team, all she can do is move forward.

𝐰arnings. / 𝐭ags. : (18+)! series. investigator au. virus / zombie au. late 1990s era but it's not really talked about. horror. body horror. gore. enha members as main characters. ej from &team mentioned. no smut. swearing. humor. not really romantical but there’s flirting and tension sooooo who knows in the end. no character death but a lot of character harm. fem reader. ocs used for plot convenience.

𝐧ote. : new series!! i’ve been playing crow country and it’s kinda based off this (at least w/ some loose plot points and location wise, with it taking place in a theme park). i’m still debating whether or not to make an endgame relationship or keeping it ambiguous. i was supposed to upload this teaser days ago but things unfortunately did NOT go as planned. lmk if you’d like to get tagged! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

𝐭aglist. : @graythecoffeebean @livsateez @velvethana

RELEASE DATE : JUNE 7TH-10TH, 2024

TEASER WC : little less than 2.6k

the drive was boring, the dull gray road and the blend of the dark branches blurring together and you have to blink a few times to clear your eyes and refocus. the pale yellow road dividers were faded, chipped, and cracked, allowing weeds to pop up every so often.

sighing you turn the radio on but nothing but static reaches your ears, you suspected as much as you’re pretty sure you passed into nothing world little less than an hour ago, the curse of this damn theme park being so far out.

elsher’s kingdom wasn’t a place you often thought about visiting but considering you were above the theme park’s age demographic that made sense, admittingly the place had gathered your attention when it had opened but for a different reason. it was constructed pretty much out of nowhere, the man who owned it was a mystery, he was rich, had a family he kept out of the public eye, and barely made any public outings unless it was for business purposes.

the theme park was big, eight different exploratory areas all with its own individual “theme”. it wasn’t incredibly massive, like some of the other theme parks within the country, but it was local and it was fun.

you weren’t coming here for fun though. the mission you were given flashes across your mind. no one knows who made the request for someone (solo, they had specified), to investigate a missing person and discover the reason for the park’s shut down, but they anonymously gave a large sum of money that would really help fund the office and with a promise to give more both for the one to investigate and the entire office upon completion of the job.

no one really wanted it, suspicion was heavily written all over the request especially with the lack of clarity in it, but the money was something of interest for everyone. you took up on the offer quickly, your natural curiosity about the place being a part of the reason and well… money was certainly a good thing to have as it was a bit tight for you at the moment.

so here you were, driving down a dusty, somewhat abandoned road, to try and find a missing person who was last seen at the park and and find out why it was shut down in the first place. all for some money that wasn’t even specified in the letter. you hope the money was good and that the job was easy, even though there was an inkling in the back of your mind that that wouldn’t be the case.

the theme park comes into view and you pull off to enter the parking lot, scanning the area as you park you notice there was a few cars scattered around. none of them seemed dusty, in fact they all seemed like brand new cars or at least parked there recently, save for one bright lime green older looking mustang fastback. odd but you don’t think much of it since this place is abandoned after all, teenagers looking for a thrill were bound to be roaming around and you’re sure there’d be a security guard or two as well.

hopping out the car you take a mental note of everything on yourself, flashlight, a fully charged camera, a phone, notepad, pencils, your id and other credentials, and the file.

pulling out the file to read it gives some information on the person you’d be trying to find as well as some other information; “jihoon elsher-yoon, 52 year old male. theme park owner and landowner of elsher’s kingdom. last known location elsher’s kingdom estate, first reported missing to police by daughter, hana, however it is noted that the last person known to see him is business partner, moon youngho. reported missing to head detective lee heeseung.” you hadn’t been able to read this back at the office as it was shoved into your hands by your boss as you were about to leave. you close the file, and ponder about it some, sounds like hana was the one who submitted the request too then.

“i wonder if one of these cars is this detective’s then..” you think aloud, looking back at the cars. there were a few too many so either he brought backup or you’re gonna have a fun discussion about breaking and entering with a few kids.

you walk towards the closest cars to at least gather some intel about what to possibly expect inside, all the cars were empty of people, trash in some and papers scattered in another. you walk towards the mustang and slow down upon noticing a pool of dried blood on the ground near the driver's door.

frowning, you crouch down to get closer to it. it was fully dried, but it wasn’t discolored so it happened recently enough which didn’t appease your mind in any way. you take a note on it in your notepad and stand back up, the driver's seat has some papers and you try and read what you can. the papers seem to be business in nature, addressed to a “mr. elsher-yoon”, this must be his car then, you snap a quick picture. at least this proves he’s here.. potentially, you doubt he’d leave his car behind.

the gate to enter the park is unlocked and you head on in.

⟢

your footsteps echo along the tiled flooring, the theme park is empty, old bits of uneaten but ant infested bits of food scattered, multiple cardboard containers that must’ve held popcorn thrown about, napkins, popsicle sticks, wristbands, and whatever else are littered around too. trash cans are here and there, but you don’t think you can stomach the idea of rummaging through them.

there's a ticket booth to your left and you take a peek within the open counter window, an antiseptic sits on behind the counter and you grab it, “who knows.. i may need it.” you think to yourself as you stuff it into your bag.

you continue walking down, the faded and ripped posters on the wall tug at your heart a little, people were really here one day and then never again the next. it just makes you all a bit more determined to find mr. elsher-yoon and why the park even closed down.

there's a bathroom coming up and you shrug before entering in, doesn’t hurt to make sure everything is clear.

the bathroom is musty, the air stale as if the door was finally opened for the first time in months, which.. if you think about it, you opening it probably was the first time it had been opened in months. the floor is dirty, dust and dirt staining the once white pristine tiles. a noise of rushing water is heard and you turn your head to look in the other corner where theres a small puddle of water coming from a broken toilet, the drain in the center of the room allowing the room to at least not flood.

deciding to not step in that direction, you shine your light at the other corner, in the midst of all the grime, blood splatters are everywhere and you frown.

“where the hell could that have come from..?” you mutter to yourself, just when you were about to check it out, you hear talking from behind you and you quickly rush behind the bathroom door.

faded voices are heard just outside the door, “i’m telling you jay, something entered the bathroom.” a voice filters through, muffled by the door but still loud enough to be heard.

the other one, jay you assume, sighs, “jungwon, if you dragged me away from the group and turns out nothing is in there, i’m serious about you having to go back.”

jungwon, you now know who the owner of the first voice is, scoffs, “we just shot at a bunch of.. things.. and you’re telling me i have to go back because i'm nervous about what’s hiding around in this park? seriously?”

the door is slightly pushed open and you smush yourself as best as you can against the wall as it opens up further, “i’m just saying.. you being skittish isn’t helping us move about any easier.”

the two then enter the bathroom and you get a good look at their backs, both men, but you had deduced that by their voices, they're both of similar height, one is a bit taller than the other. the taller one, having entered first you assume is jay and the other, jungwon. their outfits are similar to detective get-ups but they’ve definitely been modified, probably in a way to help them in their line of work.

“nothing in here dude.” jay turns his head to look at jungwon and you think quickly about your options here.

you could slip away, but that leaves you out in the open and when they come back out, if you can’t find somewhere else to hide and wait for them to leave you’d be caught. you could continue to wait in here, but the door is closing and if it closes fully before they turn around you’d be caught. you could.. draw out your gun and ask about them, but they also mentioned shooting at something so you guess they both have guns on them.

you’re also unaware of what their intentions are, but you hope that it’s at least positive.

“i’m going back to heeseung now, you can stay and look around here if that’ll help ease your mind some.” the taller one mutters out, the door thankfully still open enough to cover your body so he leaves without noticing you, however he shuts the door on his way out and you’re alone with the other one.

heeseung… that’s the same name as the head detective on the file you have, so maybe their intentions are good. you rest your hand on your holster in case, since in your line of work, you really can never be too cautious when running into other people.

you creep quietly to cover the door, your best bet was to at least block the door, so the other one can’t hear you in any way and to prevent the one in front of you from running out and getting the attention of who left.

“what’s your name.” you speak up, voice low and the man in front of you jumps up, spinning around quickly and braces himself as he looks up at you, you see his eyes scan your body and you feel them land on the hand that's on your holster and you see him start to reach for his own, you had been right about that, he did have a gun on him.

your eyes narrow and you bring your gun out quicker, aiming it at the ground. “i wouldn’t reach for that, i’ll have shot you before you even get that out.”

the man stops and swallows, “jungwon.”

you huff some air out of your nose, he’s too good for his own good, he was honest about his name but at least you know that he’s not a bad person, as far as you can tell at least.

“y/n.” you offer your own and you see him relax if only a little bit, “what’re you doing here?”

he frowns, “i’m not at liberty to tell you that, but i can ask you the same thing.”

you smirk and offer his answer right back at him, “i’m also not at liberty to tell you that. but considering what you got on i can imagine you’ve been sent to investigate this place, am i wrong?”

jungwon falters at your words and that tells you all you have to know that you hit the mark on that, “i am too.”

“too what?”

“sent to investigate this place," with your free hand you grab your id and flash it in his direction, “y/n l/n. special agent l/n, but just keep it to y/n please. i’ve been sent to investigate a missing person.”

“fbi? you’re fbi?” jungwon asks, eyes scanning up and down at you, suspicion in his tone.

you shake your head, “no, i’m just a part of an investigation team operation that specializes in matters like these, hence my title.”

jungwon lets out a noise of understanding and you now realize how awkward this sort’ve is and holster your gun once more, “uh, i apologize for that earlier, i hadn’t expected to hear other people so soon.”

jungwon waves his hand around, “it’s fine, i’d have done the same thing. if it helps you out some, i’m also here to find a missing person.”

“i figured out as much.”

he tilts his head and you couldn’t help but find it cute, “how so?”

“the other one said the name heeseung, my file also mentions a heeseung.”

“ah.. if it’s about a lee heeseung then you’d be correct in it being the same person.”

“sounds like i’m correct then.”

jungwon stands straighter, visibly more relaxed now, “you don’t mind if i bring you to my group then right? if we’re doing the same thing, it might be easier for us all, an even team is better anyways, there’s seven of us and..”

you cut him off, “that’s fine, i’m here solo too and it’d be nice to have some help, this park is massive after all.”

jungwon nods, “then let’s see if we can catch up to jay, uh.. he’s the one that was with me by the way.”

you nod and he leaves the bathroom, you’re about to head out after him before you spot a magazine laying on the ground, you pick it up and a polaroid is on the front cover, the title of the magazine reads, “PARANORMAL HAPPENING AT ABANDONED THEME PARK. FACT OR FICTION?”

you flip the page and read what’s written, “self proclaimed paranormal investigator and photographer byun eunjoo, known mainly as ej sends a polaroid he took of a supposed paranormal being at elsher’s kingdom. he proclaims it was the first of many he spotted. however us here at GS magazine are not entirely convinced, what do you think about it readers. we believe ej here may need some more photos before he convinces us of anything!”

the polaroid looks as if a humanoid figure is walking around, but the image is grainy and you can’t make out much else other than the figure and a few weird large pustules on its body, they seem to be embedded into the skin and are green in color. you shudder at the sight before ripping the polaroid out and placing it in your bag. talk about odd, but anything that can give you at least something about this park is better than nothing, after all you still have that part of the job to complete.

jungwon peeks his head back into the bathroom you must’ve been taking a bit longer than you thought, “y/n? you coming? what’re you doing just standing there?”

you snap out of your gaze and drop the magazine back onto the ground, “ah sorry, this magazine had something that caught my attention, s’all.”

“right well hurry it up, we gotta catch up to jay.”

you nod and take one last peek at the magazine before walking out the door and meeting outside with jungwon.

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cakeboxie · 8 months

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Bad ideas

kinktober day no. 1

This was a bad idea, but with the warmth of your bare chest now flush with his and the sweet little promises that you’ll be oh so quiet and that you can lock the door for just a couple minutes it was getting harder to justify pushing you away.

Pairing: Gepard/gn sub reader

CWs: Breeding

AN: For @yarnnerdally !! This is my first time actually writing nsfw for geppie and it was lowkey really fun. Happy Halloween!

Gepard receiving little midday visits from you when he was in office is a normal occurrence at this point, and today was no different. There was a gentle knock on his door at 12:45 exactly, you came in with a thermos of coffee and whatever lunch you had made or bought on your way if you didn’t feel like cooking. Always still warm enough to eat without being reheated and a pair of utensils alongside it should the meal require them.

Less often he found himself in his current situation, with you in his lap eagerly removing the uniform he is usually so proud of. Now falling off his body like it never mattered. Granted, in this moment it doesn’t, the feeling of your lips against his and the plush of your thighs under his hands clear all other thoughts from his mind with ease.

As you leaned back to pull your loose shirt over your head however, he had a moment of clarity.

So he didn’t, with his large callused hands resting on your hips he pulled you closer. Looking nervously between you and the door before resigning himself to your whims and busying himself with leaving a trail of soft little bites down along your neck. His hands carefully guiding you to grind down onto his clothed length.

It’s not long before Gepard has you bent over the cold wood of his desk, grinding his fat cock into your ass. You whine as he leans back, lining himself up before bullying his cock into your eager hole, biting your shoulder as gently as he could manage as your body adjusts to him. Then as soon as your body allows he’s stuffing his cock into you harshly, his broad frame enveloping you from behind as he slams his length into you.

He groans into your shoulder as he slides his hand down your side to rub tight circles on your clit, his other arm wrapped snugly around your torso, holding you close to his chest as he sets a harsh pace. Too caught up in the feeling of your body against his to worry about the creak of his desk and the growing volume of both yours and his noises.

He doesn’t slow down when he cums, panting into your shoulder as he paints your velvety walls with his cum. His hips never falter in their relentless pace though, rambling incoherently into your flesh about how badly he needs to breed you. To fuck you so full of his cum you’re guaranteed to get pregnant.

It’s not often Gepard was late to things, but when he showed up in Bronya’s office that night out of breath and disheveled with his pretty little spouse in tow wearing a smile and a far away look, Bronya knew better than to ask.

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tianasoasis · 3 months

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Hii! I seem to not be understanding or I'm doing something wrong I just need some clarity. I found out about law of assumption last year in August and I wanted to revise a situation and manifest some stuff but I haven't seen it in the physical yet, I came from a+p and now I've been fulfilling myself in imagination and switching to a desired state (which I guess are the same? Idk) is there a reason why my 3d hasn't changed? I haven't shifted/received any of the stuff I've been fulfilling myself with and it's a but discouraging. I've been trying to be indifferent to the 3d and dismiss it but my current living situation is a but hectic. I'm sorry I know that was long but any advice would be great! (Idk if this has to do with anything but I'm also autistic so please give me a dumbed down explanation thanks!)

Hi beautiful!! This might sound a little harsh but I feel like I need to say it this way….

Why are you worried about the 3d? If you truly believe that the 4d is the only real reality, you would not even care about what’s going on. I cant MAKE you believe something, but I really really want you to understand how unimportant the 3d is. You should feel fulfilled with having what you want in imagination because the 3d just happens to be a completely irrelevant mirror.

I understand that you are experiencing “negative” circumstances, but I really want you to just fall in love with imagination. Fulfil yourself. Let yourself feel without worrying about the 3d. Feel the relief of having your desires in imagination (the only real reality). Once you have felt it, let it be! It already is.

Keep in mind, you are God. You are the creator. Whatever you genuinely accept to be true is true.

I really do know what it feels like to be trying for so long to be trying to change the 3d, but just let your inner man feel the fulfilment it craves so deeply.

Ik this was long, so I will summarise into a few key points:

Imagination is the real reality

The 3d is a mirror and therefore irrelevant

You are God

Let yourself feel fulfilled without worrying about the 3d

I really hope this helped. If you have any other questions lmk!!

#loass blog #god #law of assumption #manifest #manifestation #manifesting #neville goddard #spirituality

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solarwonux · 1 year

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Business Proposal || knj (4/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, panic attacks, mentions of death, and a funeral. Lot’s of crying.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 3.5k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

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a/n: in all honesty I couldn’t wait to put out this part. It’s a tough one so read at your own pace. Also this could’ve gone two ways, I picked this one lolol I’m sorry! LMK your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

Everything happens in seconds.

One moment you’re at each other's throats spitting hate at each other and the next your back is pressed against the kitchen counter. The marble edge is painfully digging into your lower back. If your head was in the right place and you weren’t so sleep deprived you would’ve pulled away. Instead you’re pulling him closer and fighting to have the upper hand with your mouth against his.

It’s a kiss you’ve never experienced before. It's not full of the fireworks people always talk about and it doesn’t make the butterflies in your stomach squirm with excitement.

It’s forceful and hard around the edges. Full of all kinds of different emotions. Ones you can’t begin to comprehend. Neither of you pull away, instead you pull each other closer, clinging desperately onto the one little spark that has the two of you hanging on by a thread. He hosts you up onto the kitchen counter without pulling away. He kisses you harder and by default you retaliate.

It feels like you’re floating on a storm cloud. You’ve pictured yourself kissing Namjoon in the past. Those daydreams were filled with love and passion, grabbing onto each other because you didn’t want the other to be apart for more than two seconds. This was not that. This was a battle between hate. The void between the two of you grows deeper and when his hands start to travel underneath your old tie-dye sleep shirt settling on your hips toying with the band of your pajama pants; you gasp.

His hands are cold. They don’t radiate any warmth just like the rest of him. It’s the one reminder that brings you back down from your gray cloud. Everything he’s ever done and said to you comes crashing down like a tsunami. In your one moment of clarity before his hands get any lower like he intended them to; you push him away with all the strength you have.

You’re breathing heavily. You feel the knot in the back of your throat close up and everything starts to feel like you’re in a tunnel. Your heartbeat sounds loudly in your ears and you can feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

You promised yourself this wouldn’t happen again. That you wouldn’t let a man use you like a toy for his pleasure. Yet, here you were with your lips swollen on his kitchen counter ready to break that promise. There’s nobody else to blame but you and that twisted fantasy regarding Namjoon that a part of you held onto for so many years.

There was only some truth in what you told Namjoon before he took matters into his own hands. The one lie was that you didn’t hate him. There was something that kept you back from doing so back then. Now, you weren’t so sure. Every good memory the two of you have had has been clouded.

You can’t breathe.

The silence becomes louder, the heartbeat in your ears is deafening, and the knot claws its way up your throat. It alerts Namjoon, and he springs into action. He’s witnessed a few of your episodes. He knows what to do. He takes long steps to close the gap between the two of you.

Except you don’t let him. You hold your shaky hand out, pressing into his chest, pushing him away again. By now you know you’re sure you’ve let the tears spill. The sensation of droplets running down your cheeks brings you out into the surface for a little bit. But you’re pulled in deeper when Namjoon tries to get closer again.

Panic, worry, and heartbreak are the only emotions you can pick out from the look on his face. They’re contradicting his entire character and you want to scream because it’s getting worse and you can’t breathe.

“Bunny,” he whispers. Your head snaps up. Rage behind your warm eyes. It makes something twist inside of him but he chooses to ignore it as he brings his hands up, to grasp onto your shoulders. To keep you steady so you can regain consciousness. Yet, his hands never reach their destination and that nasty filling inside the pit of his stomach becomes amplified when you flinch. He brings his arms down to the side.

This is the first time he’se ever felt so powerless and dare he admit it, hurt.

Namjoon swallows, “Bunny, I need you to focus on me. I need you to breathe in and out slowly.” He’s scared. He’s so damn scared because he knows what to do. He knows how to bring you out, but you’re not letting him. That’s something he doesn’t want to understand. It’s something he can’t understand. It’s something that he keeps turning over and over and over in his head as he tries to think of something–anything to bring you back to him.

The problem is you’re still with him. You still feel his lips on yours kissing you with so much abhor. You still feel his hands gripping your thighs, hosting you up. You still feel his body slotted between your legs, pulling himself closer. You still feel the way his hands travel down your sides, your back and underneath your shirt. You still feel the way his fingers go past the band of your pants settling on your navel.

You still feel him everywhere and it only makes it harder to breathe. It doesn’t help that he’s looking at you like he cares.

“Bu–”

“No,” you croak, finally gaining some clarity and pushing yourself off his counter. The landing isn’t a smooth one. You’re using everything in your power to keep yourself upright. “L-Leave me alone.” You whisper, forcefully pushing him away and trudging past him. His gaze hardens, it burns into your back as he clenches and unclenches his fist. He’s never felt so much anger before, and it’s all because he hated that you could still read him like an open book.

He loathed how everything you said to him was something he’s told himself before. Yet, the only person he can blame and truly hate is himself. For everything he did in the past, for springing up this stupid scheme onto you and for giving into one of his deepest desires.

You.

He jumps when he hears you slam your bedroom door shut. If things were lighter he would’ve been on your ass for treating his lovely mahogany wooden doors with such little care. But your reaction is justified because he’s fucked up and he knows that there’s no going back.

In the seconds before he kissed you, he knew your heart had casted him out. It was something he couldn’t live with no matter all the lies he’s ever told himself regarding you and his feelings for you. He couldn’t live with the fact that you didn’t hold him in such a high regard as before. So, he did what he thought would bring you back to him. Except he ended up pushing you farther away.

You feel like the air coming back to you the second you close your bedroom door. The only thing on your mind is Jimin.

It’s selfish but he’s the only one you want to see right now. He’s the only one who understands your reaction. He’s the only one who knows what to do.

So, you scramble, tossing your blankets around looking for your phone. When you find it slotted in between your pillow and Hello Kitty stuffed animal you let out a sob. With shaky fingers you quickly look for his contact name–Jimin aka King of My World. He had changed his contact name two years ago and you never bothered to change it back. For some reason it always made you giggle whenever you saw it pop up on your screen.

Now, it brings a wave of sadness as you just hover over his name, hoping that by some miracle he picks up, because you need him. You click the call button, put it on speaker and throw it on your bed. You start to pace back and forth as you wait, digging your nails into your arms, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Then there’s a slight silence that has you pausing, and you stare at your phone waiting to see if the line goes dead or not.

It doesn’t.

“Hello?” The sound of Jimin’s voice pulls a sob out of you and you quickly throw yourself on your bed cradling your phone like it’s going to run away. Like he’s going to slip away from you again. He’s calling your name but all you can do is cry and mumble incoherently.

“Where are you?” He says frantically. You can almost imagine him getting dressed in a haste, phone in between his ear and shoulder as he looks for something to throw on. “I’ll pick you up where are you?”

You take a deep breath, holding your hand against your chest, pressing down. It’s what Namjoon used to do. It’s what you taught Jungkook, and Jimin to do whenever you got into this state. “N-Namjoon, house.” It’s the only words you manage to get out and he goes silent.

It’s only a few seconds but it feels like forever. You want to hang up. As a matter of fact you want to go back to the night of Taehyung’s party. You should’ve stood your ground then when Jungkook convinced you to go. You should’ve fought harder with yourself when Namjoon sprang up this idea upon you. You should’ve never let him water the seed of hope you had kept locked away, because you knew how it was going to turn out. Everyone around you knew and warned and you decided to ignore them. All because you thought you knew best. When in reality you didn’t, and now you’re stuck paying for the consequences of your actions.

“I–”

“Breath like how we practiced. I’ll be there soon.” Jimin says through gritted teeth. If he’s angry with you, you can’t tell. But you know he’s angry. You’re just grateful he even picked up in the first place.

“I’m sorry.” You let out a sob. His sigh of frustration is felt through the speaker of your phone. You imagine he’s running his hands through his hair as he makes his way around his apartment looking for his keys. You used to make fun of him for always losing them. He never kept them in one place.

You listen to him curse while you breathe like he taught you. You assume the line goes dead but he calls out your name, and your attention is back on your phone laying forgotten in between your bed sheets.

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be there soon.” He whispers and you hear the sound of his front door creaking. It somehow helps in calming you down. Maybe because you know that soon you will be in arms again. “I’m going to hang up now. Will you be okay?”

You nod, before voicing your answer. “I-I think so.”

“Good, I’ll be there soon Princess.”

Namjoon has only cried a few times in his life. The first one was when his pet fish Flounder died. He should’ve known it wasn’t going to survive very long. His father did win it for him at the State Fair when he was five. The poor thing only lasted two weeks. To not scare him, Namjoon’s father was the one who buried it in their old backyard. Still, when Namjoon woke up that morning to find his colorful fish tank empty. He couldn’t stop the wail that escaped his lips.

He never got a pet fish again.

The second time Namjoon cried, he was nine. It was at his mother’s funeral. He stood next to his sobbing father, surrounded by his close family members. In that moment, surrounded by so much sadness he couldn’t bring himself to cry.

During the final months of his mothers life, Namjoon would spend his days after school by her side. The two of them would read books together or paint. He was never really good at it–the painting that is. He was a child prodigy when it came to academics. But he enjoyed listening to his mom talk about colors or different paint strokes he never really memorized.

On her final day, his mother told him. “I will always be with you, just look up at the night sky and the brightest star is me.”

That’s how he lived every moment after her passing. So, he couldn’t quite understand why everyone around him was crying at her funeral. She lived a happy life. At least that’s what she had told him one night. Still, out of obligation he forced himself to cry. It was a pathetic single tear that ran down his chubby cheeks, but he gripped his fathers hand harder than he had ever done so in his life.

He was scared that it was now going to be the two of them. It was until Namjoon turned fourteen. That’s when Jungkook and his mother came into the picture. He didn’t like them at first. He refused to accept them in fear that they were trying to replace his mother, but somewhere along the way after their small intimate wedding. He grew to love them, and every night before he went to sleep he would sit out with Jungkook, look at the stars and hope that his mother was looking down at them.

The third time he cried was in college when he found his girlfriend at the time cheating on him. It was what brought him to you, what made his heart silently accept you. Yet, he stayed reluctant and eventually drove a wedge between the two of you. He didn’t know it was deep enough to drive you away and that made him resent you more than he resented himself.

Eventually he learned how to live with that feeling. He pushed it away into the small open crevices of his broken heart. But now it was back, and it was amplified. He vowed to never cry over someone or anything. Honestly, he had kept his cold heart so locked up he didn’t know he could ever cry again.

That was until he sat in front of your bedroom door. He could hear you pacing back and forth and eventually calling the one person he somehow grew jealous of. The river of tears started silently rolling down his cheeks. Eventually they became a waterfall.

He stayed there, arms wrapped around his knees, listening to the conversation you were having with the misty eyed man he only knew by name. Unbeknownst to you he wasn’t going to leave until he knew you were okay.

The squeak of your door makes you cringe while you open it slowly. Jimin just texted you saying that he was downstairs in the lobby waiting for you. How did he get Namjoon’s address? You don’t know. That’s a question you’ll ask him later, because the only thing on your mind is your escape.

You scoff when you see the hallway empty. Void of life. It’s not like you were expecting anyone to be waiting for you there. You knew all the care written on Namjoon’s face earlier was just for show. It’s just how he was. He was a master at putting up a front, a mask for the entire world to see. Even in the years that you grew fond of him, he never really showed you what was hidden within. You suppose that’s why you were so heartbroken when he showed you his true colors.

You should’ve known then and you should’ve known now.

Silently, you maneuver yourself around the labyrinth he calls a home. Careful not to knock over any paintings or stack of books terrorizing his living room floor. When you finally make it to the front door you feel like a wave of relief has washed over you. But it’s quickly replaced with panic when you hear his bedroom door creek open and rushed footsteps make their way down the hallway.

In seconds, before he can catch up to you. You’re out the door and running down to the elevator. It’s almost as if mother luck has found her way to you again because the elevator is only a floor away when you click the down button. It arrives in seconds and before you even hesitate and go back, especially because you think you hear him calling your name. You step inside and close the doors immediately.

It must’ve been your imagination.

Namjoon lives on the thirteenth floor. For some people that’s a number full of luck, for others it's the number they fear. For you it’s a number that indicates the amount of floors you still need to pass before you get to the basement one. When it does, you feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt. The doors feel like they take forever to open, but when they do you basically run out.

Just like promised, Jimin is standing in front of the reception desk. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt and jeans. His hair is a bit shorter but he still looks the same way he did two weeks ago. He still looks like your Jimin, the one whose heart you broke. Yet despite all of that, despite what he told you that day at the flower shop he was here.

The feeling you get inside is something you can’t describe. The only thing you know is that you want to feel his arms around you. To tell you that everything was going to be okay.

You run to him, basically throwing your arms around his neck and burying your head into his neck, taking in his scent. He still smells the same like fresh laundry and Orange Blossoms. He still smells like your Jimin. He stills smells like a comfort and in this moment you never want to let go.

Jimin is the first to pull away, concern written all over his features. He places his hands on your cheeks, swiping your fallen tears with his thumbs. He has so many questions running through his mind.

Why were you in Namjoon’s house?

Why were you crying?

What triggered you?

He won’t tell you the mental gymnastics he had to go through trying to convince Jungkook to give him his brother's address. His final excuse was that the night of Taehyung’s party, the pretty boy had been so moved by one of his pieces that he commissioned one. This wasn’t entirely a lie. Namjoon had complimented Taehyung’s work. Commending him for his growth as an artist, and commissioned him for one to hang in the museum he calls a home.

The problem was that Taehyung was in a rut. He had been for a few months now. So, the canvas laid bare against the wall of his living room. Jimin knew this but Jungkook didn’t. He told the younger man that Taehyung asked Jimin to get him some measurements and what not. Somehow he bought it. Didn’t even question him why he was going over to his brother’s house at midnight.

He simply pinned him the address and Jimin was on his way with his heart against his chest. Fighting against his better judgment the entire time. He needed to see you. He needed to know if you were okay, especially if Namjoon was involved.

Now, you were in front of him, eyes swollen and snot running down your nose. Somehow you still looked beautiful and everything he wanted to tell you was left forgotten. Except for one thing:

“I’m sorry.”

The two of you say at the same time. It brings a smile to his face and a giggle out of your swollen lips. He shakes his head, snaking his arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his body in a gentle hug.

“Don’t be, I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pauses for a second, looking down at you before he asks, “are you okay?”

You nod, placing your head against his shoulder, “I think I will be.”

“Good you can tell me what happened later, let’s get you some ice cream.” He finishes and leads you out of the lobby of Namjoon’s prestigious apartment complex.

The ladder is standing in front of the elevator doors. His doorman probably thinks he’s gone rabid with the way he looks. His hair is all over the place from tugging on it with frustration. His clothes are stained with tears and snot, and his glare is deadly. His hands are down by his side clenching and unclenching witnessing how comfortable you were in someone else's arms. How you didn’t flinch away from him like you did to him.

Earlier, It only had taken seconds for the ice around his heart to melt. Just as long as it takes for Namjoon’s heart to harden again.

a/n: I’m sorry part 2?? If you want to be added to the tag list please let me know.

Also I just want to thank you all for the overwhelming support I’ve gotten on this story. I’ve been writing on here for years. And this is the first time I’ve noticed so much engagement so thank you so much. I’m behind on answering everyone and I will get around to it but just know that I DO read EVERYTHING.

So keep them coming and don’t be afraid to check out my other works thank you thank you thank you thank you!

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azure-cherie · 2 years

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It's been some time , I've been on hiatus , how have you guys been ? Choose a pile using your intuition and take what resonates, claim for yourself 🤍 lmk if it resonates 🫶

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Pile 1:

December will bring you a lot of things back i feel so , like a compensation for a forfeit in your past could be monetary or materialistic, like i hear ancestral property or material or something, like seems like a rediscovery for sure. You will get in touch with your native culture again like learn more about where you stay , will bring you promotions at work and revelations, work with your boss and observe the people around you , whatever your seeking can be found if you stop and observe, stop denying yourself the love you give others , buy yourself what you need , i specifically think someone really should buy boots for themselves, accept the fact that you have worked so hard and it's time for recognition yes you yesssss you did it !!!! Whatever your achievements are small or big people are looking at you admiring you , wanting your guidance . You will gain more strength and maturity, you might get hotter , you will be a popular but dedicated person with a career , solitude will be beautiful as it might help you in getting greater insight into your intuition . Happy holidays stay blessed 🤍

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Pile 2:

December is a month of rest and relaxation for you , moving around with friends etc , seems like a soft Christmas movie to me , i think you will be spending time with your lover communicating feelings for one another , how you did good or bad things and will correct your mistakes . There's definitely some uncertainty going on , leave it to the universe, as your angels to help , they will guide you , you will be spiritually blessed , like journal about spirituality, if your into spellwork your power will increase , like i think the next full moon will be important for you be ready uwu , you are moving away from something that hurt you in the past , maybe people or situations i think things went down bad , take care and take necessary action, you will get more into the academic sphere of life . Life will be relaxing for a while be prepared for something big though, a spiritual awakening is around the corner, be ready to level up .Happy holidays stay blessed 🤍.

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Pile 3 :

December will bring you clarity , love confessions, travels and gifts , if you were investing into something you will get a positive response, you will be spending time with the person you really love , you will get a fresh start emotionally, like maybe a new relationship also ,take into account your dreams and interpret them , someone of you might news about pregnancy too , you're at the end of the cycle , new things are beginning for you , a lot may not make sense at first keep going trust yourself, you might get a paper work published or pursue higher education , don't wait whatever is chosen is good for you , your angels are rooting for you , you're also asked to change your eating habits , eat high vibrational foods your will see the changes coming in, you will be really satisfied this month , gifts coming in as well , i think you will get what you desired . If you're in school , you might be getting new friends. your relationship with the masculine figures around you might get better as well . Happy holidays stay blessed 🤍.

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Thank you so much for reading, have a great day/night ahead .

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gretavanbrie · 11 months

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Dreadful Reminders // part two (J.T.K.)

Summary: The brewing tension in your relationship seems to be pulling your love at the seams. What will happen when what is supposed to be happy news, only tears you apart further. Is one mindless phone call the end of it all?

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: angst (like.. hella angst), soft smut (MINORS DNI!!!), heartbreak, crying, feelings of anger, isolation, mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, sad!Jake, excessive apologies, talks of pregnancy, arguing, soft!Jake, flashbacks that might pull at your heart strings just a smidge, heavy dialogue towards the end, oral f!receiving, light impact play like once if you really squint, nipple play, softdom!Jake, terrible singing (I feel like that deserves a warning lmao), if I missed anything please lmk!!

A/N: This is Part 2!! She is longgg and lengthy so buckle up! If you have not yet read the first part I highly recommend you do so. I want to thank those who read the first part I hope the second does the first some justice, this chapter has a lot more dialogue and context between Jake and y/n. All flashbacks are italicized!!! I do not have a tag list yet so I apologize. I also want to give an honorable mention to my best friend who helped co-write the smut. Without further ado, enjoy!!

Part 1

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After the feud you questioned the half decade spent with Jake. Had you done something to push him away? You had a bad habit of blaming yourself for things that were never in your control, but how could he? The situation left you with nothing but guilt and questioning. How were you meant to go through this pregnancy on your own? Desperately craving guidance and clarity.

The minute the door closed behind you, you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of guilt wash over your body. You drug your feet down the paved road to your car slugging your bag along. You felt pathetic for silently wishing he’d come chasing after you, to feel wanted for the first time in what felt like forever. But he never did, he never came running out.

The hole in your chest now a pathetic excuse for a heart.

You opened your car door throwing your bag in the back. You let out a long sigh, throat tight on the brink of tears.. yet again. Resting your head on the steering wheel you replay the events of tonight. You felt silly for being so dramatic, I mean packing up and leaving? Because your feelings were hurt? A part of you knew not to be too hard on yourself, your emotions were at an all time high. That didn’t help the tiny daggers Jakes words metaphorically threw at you.

The question aching in your chest the most is, how are you meant to go through these next 9 months without him. You felt so alone. Where were you even meant to go in the mean time? I mean at least until you could collect yourself and contact someone. You thought back to all of the happy times with Jake. A memory in particular tugging at your heart strings, you put your car in reverse knowing exactly where you were going. The long drive seemed to have cleared your mind enough to put an end to the incessant crying.

Is it better to hurt than to feel nothing at all?

You questioned yourself as you pulled into the long dirt road leading to the old wooden cabin the boys have used for years. Putting your car in park you silently curse yourself for wanting to be away from Jake but ending up in the one place that is littered with remnants of him. The universe had a funny way of mocking you, the irony of it all almost humorous.

Stepping inside you took in everything around you. The old rugs scattered across the floor, some equipment still left behind. You ran your fingers across the mic stand recalling your fondest memory in this place. The memory that lead you here. Longing for a sliver of comfort, even if you had to milk it out of an old memory.

Feeling the lump in your throat return once again you peeled your hands off and made your way to the bedroom you’ve become unmistakably familiar with. You settled into the bed you and him used to share fighting back the tears not bothering to change out of jakes ratty old sweatshirt.

Sleep clouded your mind accompanied by a singular thought relentlessly repeating as you finally allowed your body rest.

What have I done wrong?

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Jake awoke to the front door slamming shut, the incessant pounding of his head and foot steps approaching. Peeling his top half off the floor, his eyes squint from the harshness of the light seeping in through the windows.

“Close the blinds.” He says rather harshly, sensing its his twin.

“Well good morning to you as well, dear brother. You look awful” he says with an insufferable smirk. Jake shoots him a sarcastic smile, not in the mood for his antics.

‘You reek of booze man, what the fuck is wrong with you.. where’s y/n?”. Jake stays quiet for a moment as memories from the previous night flood his brain. His chest now tight, fighting back tears as he realizes what he thought was a nightmare is in fact real.

“She’s gone.” Is all he mutters before he stands up. Just as quickly as he got up, he sunk back down. Josh grabbing ahold of his brothers arm right in the nick of time.

“How much did you drink Jake?” Josh asks rhetorically, prying the whiskey bottle from Jakes hands.

“Whatever happened is a conversation for another time, get your shit together or we’re gonna be late. You knew we had an interview, im not letting you embarrass us.” He says sternly pointing a finger in his brothers direction.

Jake stumbles to your guy’s room not bearing the sight of some of your belongings still scattered about the space. He rakes his fingers through his hair as he breathes out a heavy sigh fighting back the new set of tears. One managed to escaped and cascaded down his face. A dreadful reminder of your absence.

Taking a quick 5 minute shower in hopes of somehow washing off his guilt. Noticeably failing at doing so, the ache in his chest only grew stronger. Splashing the water on his face to wake himself up before stepping out. Glancing towards your toothbrush as he went to grab his, he heaves a shaky breath. The best word to describe how he felt was sorrowful. He couldn’t even be mad at himself, he knows he’d have his bags packed and out the door as well had he heard the unforgivable words spoken from him.

He can’t even pin the reason behind his actions either. Conjuring excuses and dismissing them immediately, knowing this is irreversible. He finished brushing his teeth throwing on his over-worn jeans, a button up and his tattered boots. Reaching for his cologne his breath hitched in his throat. The memory of when he first started wearing it flashing before his eyes.

“I love this scent on you honey” you whispered peering up at him through your eyelashes, your soft breaths surely tickling his neck. The sun shining perfectly on your face.

‘god what a woman, a temptress of the earth.’ He thinks to himself.

Jake stuck a little flower he’s been holding onto in your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest shining him your brightest smile. You both giggled as the wind blew your hair wistfully across your face.

“I’d wear it for you so long as I’m alive, my dear” he says cupping your face, cherishing the sweetness of your soft lips.

The memory now plaguing his mind, taunting him of what he so selfishly sabotaged.

“Get yourself the fuck together dude” he whispered before picking up the bottle and spraying himself. He trudged out of the bedroom.

“Let’s go Josh.” He says quickly before making his way out the door.

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The drive to the radio station was thankfully short, ever since you left jake has hated silence. His thoughts being far too loud in the stillness of the once lively four walls. The boys were headed back to their respective homes. Jake in disassociation, quickly snapped out by daniel’s words.

“What was up with you today man? Talk about a man of few words” he jokes trying to make light of the awkward tension during the interview, painfully unaware of the distress Jake was in. Poor Danny was just trying to lighten the mood, Jake however didn’t care for it.

“I suppose I’ve got my own shit to worry about, you should try it sometime.” Jake mutters, leaving Danny dumbfounded. Guilt immediately creeping it’s way through his brain. He already lost you, the last thing Jake wants is bad blood with someone else.

“I’m sorry man that was harsh, I just have a lot on my mind. I also might’ve had one too many drinks last night… i think i let them catch up to me” he gives a small chuckle in hopes of alleviating the tension. Sam and Danny joke back. His twin’s eyes shooting daggers his direction, believing none of it.

Back at the cabin you finally stirred awake, nauseous for the second morning. Realizing you’re not at home, thoughts of last night hit you like a semi. You curl back up in the sheets wishing for this to be some sick, sick dream. Sure, some may write you off as dramatic but you’re so young, only a few years younger than Jake and you feel as though he forgets this is just as scary for you as it is him. When you dreamt of having a baby you pictured Jake by your side, in it for the long haul.

You tried fighting the unceasing waves of nausea as you rummaged for something to eat in the kitchen. Settling on some toast and lemon honey tea, you made a mental note to head to the shops in hopes of getting your mind off things.

You opened the French doors that led to the beautiful backyard deck and the land that stretched for miles and miles just enjoying the serenity of it all. Sipping your tea you ponder for a moment. You decide you’ve allowed yourself enough time to feel sorry for yourself. Now all that is left is making the best of the situation. You are a strong resilient soul, you need to energetically be the best you can be for you and this beautiful soon-to-be life the two of you have created. You decided to head into town today to pick up some baby and parenthood books, maybe an incredibly early start but it seems like you’ll be spending a lot of time here anyway.

You take a shower to wash yesterday off you, preparing for this new start. Putting on light makeup and combing through your locks you dress yourself in a white sundress you thrifted long ago slipping on some shoes and heading out.

You stop at a farmers market and recall the first summer you and Jake spent alone at the cabin, he had a break from tour and he made it a point to come and spend some one-on-one time.

He went and bought you a singular wildflower from every vender he could find until eventually you had a custom-made bouquet. Stopping and picking out fruits and cheeses together to later be shared in the garden that evening. Picking up cheap bottles of wine to share while the two of you slow danced in the back yard. He got a new cologne that day as well. A moment so tender shared between the two of you, cherished in your heart forever.

Not wanting to stay long you waltz around the closest towns local library flipping through every parenthood and childcare book you could find. Collecting a few to take home, you pay and head back.

As you were washing and cutting the fruits, ‘Til There Was You’ started playing on the old Beatles vinyl in the background. You smiled remembering the song fondly, one of jakes favorites. Little did you know it was only his favorite because of the drunken show you put on for him one night singing along terribly to the song as your friends talked and laughed around you guys. Your cheeks pink and flushed either from the liquor in your system, or embarrassment. Jake didn’t seem to care, you looked beautiful as ever to him in that moment.

You leave the record playing as you curl up in a blanket on the couch diving into one of the many books you bought today. A sliver of peace filling your body, things are starting to look up.

A few hours pass and you finally decide to plug in your phone not having bothered with it since the argument. The screen illuminates indicating battery life, you see no calls from Jake and one missed call from josh. Hurt strikes through your chest as you realize maybe he didn’t want you around after all. You hesitate before calling Josh back, a glimmer of hope in your heart.

It only took a couple rings for Josh to pick up and his voice booms through your ear.

“Y/n!! Finally you answer! Where have you been?! You never disappear this long, you and Jake are practically inseparable!” He exclaims. You grimace as you think back to the things Jake told him.

“I mean this respectfully Josh, but cut the shit. I heard everything he said to you last night on the phone. Since I’m so bothersome in my own home, I’ve taken some time away from everybody.” You say

“A-and please Josh…. Don’t tell anyone about the baby yet, i wanna get through this by myself first.” You plead, voice dripping with nervousness.

You hear the other end of the line fall silent for a moment before a heavy sigh escapes his mouth, him now getting a clue as to why he found a sweaty drunken Jake lying on the kitchen floor next to unpacked groceries. He begins to speak.

“Listen I’m sorry about my brother, I told him he needs to get his head out of his ass. There are many ways you guys can make this work but he’s stubborn. I’m confused where this is stemming from because this is all he’s ever wanted with you, I don’t know why he’s running from it now.” You can hear things being moved around and voices yelling in the back.

“Listen i have some people over right now i have to go but can you at least tell me where you are so i know you’re safe?” His voice coated in concern.

“The first summer we said i love you josh, I’m at the cabin.”

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Later that evening Jake finds himself at his desk sifting through old film pictures you guys took together, the two of you preferring physical proof of the intimate moments rather than digital. That isn’t to say you didn’t have any, these were just far more special to the two of you.

Jake has never felt a love like yours and he senselessly tossed it all out of the window. He knew he wanted a family with you, he just got scared of the responsibility of juggling the band and a family life. He opened a drawer full of all the wilted flowers, saved letters and notes, movies and concert tickets, hundreds of tiny nick nacks the two of you have collected over time. His eyes fall upon an old polaroid from the lake house, your cheeks sunburned, your hair kissed by the sun as you had your lips gently placed on jakes cheek. His smile shining brighter than ever, a slight pink tinge to the apples of his cheeks.

You two had just started dating. He invited you out to see his writing process, eager to have you mesh with the one thing he loves most. Jake had no idea you’d be a contiguous second. You two had spent all day in the sun reading together as the rest of the boys swam about the river. Jake caught a glimpse of his future with you, Both of you old, sat in your backyard watching your children, and eventually grandchildren, play about the land. He peered over to you and saw your rosy cheeks and nose buried in a book with ur legs up to ur chest in the lawn chair. You looked like you were exactly where you belonged. Next to him enjoying the comfortable silence. His favorite summer with you.

You peeled your eyes from the fascinating story nestled in your hands only to be met with your lovers, already drinking you in. you see the long-haired boy shoot you warm smile knowing he’s been caught.

“Whatcha looking at, rockstar” you smirk. Jake felt his heart flutter, your voice smooth like tupelo honey. Never has a woman had him in this much of a chokehold.

“Oh nothing… just my beautiful, beautiful girl” he says standing up from his seat beside you. He made his way to you resting his arms on each side of the chair essentially trapping you in. His torso bent over you as you look up at Jake the sun eclipsed by his head creating a beautiful halo glow around him. His skin sheen with the glistening sweat from the hot summer air. His hair tussled around from the lake water. You’ve never looked at him with so much adoration and love, and Jake could spot it from miles away. His heart began pumping faster and faster. You guys hadn’t even been together a year yet, was it too soon?

He finally speaks up “I was just admiring how natural this feels, here, with you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world…” He whispers trailing off as his eyes dart across your face, admiring the way the sun shone just right. His hands cupping your face like a missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Everything felt so right.

“..I love you.” he continued on, entranced by your loving gaze.

It wasn’t a grand gesture, not that you were one for those anyway. It was intimate, a moment shared between you two, and you two only. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t used for show. It was real and it was natural. You’re immensely thankful Jake was emotionally secure enough to be so open and vulnerable with you.

A small smile tugged at your lips as your already sunburnt cheeks flushed to an even more crimson shade. Jake swore he felt his knees buckle. Though you hadn’t replied just yet, Jake knew. The love in your eyes sold it. His body still leaning over your own sat in the lawn chair, you pull him down a bit further by his necklace placing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

“I love you more, my Jake.” you whisper as you pull away.

Jake replays the memory in his head. It’s been you all along. He was so blinded by his own bad habits, he shut you out. The one thing in his 27 years of life aside from his music that actually made him feel something. You were his wildest most cherished dream, left wilting from his own venom laced words. Slamming the drawer shut, Jake wasted no time grabbing his keys making his way to the car. No plan in mind.

His only purpose being to get his woman back, to make things right.

Picking his phone up he frantically dials Josh.

“Josh? Josh? hello?” Jake spews into the phone hearing josh pick up.

“What’s up?” Josh answers.

“I need you to tell me where y/n is at. I know you’ve kept in contact, she tells you everything. I don’t care what you say. I need her back. She’s the one josh i-i- i can’t lose her.” The long haired boy proclaimed choking back sobs. Josh had never heard his brother in such distress.

“Even if i make a fool of myself i need to show her I’m hers indefinitely. Ive made no efforts in proving that to her and especially now that she’s carrying my baby I can’t let that slip out of reach. Please Joshua… i need this.” He breathes. Josh is silent contemplating if he should say something. Hearing the anguish in his little brothers voice, he can’t bear to keep it from him any longer.

“Look i won’t say too much. Just think of your favorite summer, it’s evidently hers as well. I gotta go, ill talk to u later”

“Thank you thank you thank y-“ Jake is cut off by josh ending the call. He wastes no time rushing to you. Mentally preparing for this long drive ahead of him.

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You sat on the living room floor mindlessly flipping through old magazines that were once neatly tucked in a corner, boredom obviously taking its course. The phone call with josh long forgotten about, since then you’ve changed into jakes old band tee you found in one of the drawers here. You hear tires on the dirt road and headlights making its way towards the house. Frightened, you pick up a kitchen knife clutching your bra less chest. You hold your breath as a car door slams and footsteps approach.

A soft knock on the cabin door and you feel the hairs on your arms raise. You peek your eye in the peep hole, after seeing who was behind the door you would’ve much rather it have been a murderer. Seeing those smooth caramel eyes you’ve missed so much only pains you, and reminds you of the hurt he caused. Every harsh word now on repeat. You sigh setting the knife down and pulling the door open.

“Hello” You greet, voice small.

‘You sound pathetic’ you think to yourself

“Y/n please…. I know its so soon and you without a doubt deserve space but I can’t bear another second without. God i was so stupid, you’ve given me nothing but undeniable support and love and I’ve taken that for granted. I should’ve talked things ou-“

“jake…” you cut him off, the softness of your voice ringing in his ears like music from angels themselves. He’s been craving the sound of your voice.

“Please just come inside and we’ll talk you haven’t even stepped foot in the door” you continue

“So.. you’ll hear me out? We can fix this right?” His eager eyes bouncing back and forth between your own, searching for some sort of non-verbal answer.

“I never said that Jacob…” you trail off allowing him to step inside.

“Can i grab you anything to drink?” You offer, Jake mesmerized by your hospitality even in the midst of a broken heart. He didn’t think he could be more enamored by you, but alas.

“I’m not some random guest y/n, i want to prove to you how sorry i am. Please..” he whispers inching closer to you. You look down a sigh escaping past your lips. You look back up at him, he sees the hurt flash in your eyes as you recall the phone call.

“Why did you say those things?” Keeping steady eye contact. It was now your turn to look for the answers in his irises.

“I don’t know honey, I don’t know.. the only logical explanation i can give you is i was scared. But that’s no excuse and i’m fully aware. Things had already been so bad between us it was eating me alive. I thought if I wasn’t even able to care and provide for you how I should’ve the last 2 months, how was i meant to provide for an entirely new human? I realized i was treating you in a way i never thought I would in a million years. I promised myself to cherish a love like yours should i ever have the privilege of being graced by your love and affection and i was blind. So fucking blind. Kids haven’t always been my thing baby you know that and i want nothing more than to have this with you now and to have a family to call our own. I’ve come to my senses. I don’t know what washed over me i let my fear get the best of me. I usually know what to say but there’s no words in the English language to describe the sorrow i feel. I’m so fucking sorry y/n.” He finishes blinking away the brewing tears. You sit almost mute if it weren’t for your shaky breathing.

“Please.. say something, anything” he pleads, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Jake i wanna forgive you I’m just hurt, 5 years and not once have i been treated like this by you. I thought, you know, telling you the news would alleviate the tension between us. I was hoping you’d somehow realize it was all silly, and the fighting wasn’t like us. Instead you pushed me away further. Am i so terrible Jacob?” You ask dropping your gaze to your feet.

“No my love, i was just being foolish and immature. I let emotions cloud logic, I spoke what felt right at the time being and it was the worst mistake of my life. If i could take it all back i would, you have no fucking idea the lengths i’d go to undo my actions.” He says taking your face in his hand. Closing your eyes, you nestle your cheek into the warmth of his calloused palm.

Oh, how you’ve missed this. You quickly snap out of it before continuing on.

“where were you that morning, Jake? josh called asking for you but you said you were with the boys.” you say peeling your cheek away from his hand. Chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“I was with them for the first part of the morning my love, i was. But i did slip out the minute it was over instead of hanging around how they always do. I went to grab some breakfast to try and untangle the mess that was my brain at the time. I saw a dad alone with his two daughters, i think the mom might’ve been busy but the dad looked so worn out. Completely defeated, and it scared me. It’s still no excuse for the way i treated you prior to the news. I was taking my workload home with me and i pinned faults on you to try and alleviate some of the tension. I’m so sorry baby, you don’t deserve it at all. You were nothing but patient with me a- and-“ his voice cracks his head now hung in shame as his throat tightens up, tears slipping past the ducts.

“-and i failed you y/n. I ran home and called josh to try and gain some sensibility. I voiced the intrusive thoughts that were in no way the truth. I think i just let everything get to my head and i went into this existential questioning mode. I’ll regret it eternally.” he continues, lips now parted flicking his eyes between your own.

“My Jake, I’m not upset at you being scared. This is terrifying. We’re so young i don’t expect you to have this figured out. You’re doing so well with your music. I feel terrible, you have no idea. But i’m just as scared as you are. This is supposed to be a help me help you. No matter how terrifying, this was painstakingly meant for us. This was in store for us whether we like it or not and i honestly couldn’t be more grateful, Jake. I know we can make this work. If there’s anyone in the world I’d want this with its you, I need to you to be emotionally present…please jake” you say hopeful.

“I know we can honey, and I will. You won’t ever have to worry about anything. You can quit your job, I’ll provide for the three of us, you won’t have to lift a finger anymore. You can come with us on tour and i’ll be by your side every step of the way. I will make sure the traveling is as comfortable as can be for my pregnant little lady” he says pulling you in closer by the hand.

“I’m gonna need time Jake, i can’t just ask that of you. And to be frank, your words hurt. Everything is so fresh we can’t just move past it in one day. You didn’t even call me or anything Jake, radio silence. I understand if that was the space you needed but not even to check if I’m okay?” You choke.

“I know my love, I’m incredibly disappointed with myself you have no idea. I should’ve called. I just knew if I were in your shoes I wouldn’t have wanted to be around me either. I figured the least I could do was give you the space you needed. You don’t know how desperately I wanted to call you and text you and run out there, but that would’ve been selfish of me. To say hurtful things and beg you to stay? I deserved you’re absence. I should’ve reached out. I’m so fucking sorry. I have no clue what got to me it was all nonsense, I was being incredibly immature”

“It’s just disappointing, what did I do wrong Jake?” You whisper your eyes flicking between his plump lips and his caring eyes.

“Nothing baby, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I was being an asshole. You don’t deserve that in the slightest. Let me show you how sorry i am baby, let me take care of you” he whispers lips connecting with your pulse point, the light suction sending chills down your spine.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry” gently whispering fighting the crack in his voice, punctuating each apology with a kiss to ur soft skin.

“Jake please not right no-“ you’re cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. Your lips move together like it was the first time you’d ever shared a kiss, eager and love drunk.

“let me make things right.” He whispers resting his forehead on your own.

“You’re all I’ve ever needed” moving to place a kiss behind your ear.

“Jake please” you breathe.

“I’m sorry” he repeats again but only gripping the larger fitting t-shirt of his clung around your body.

His lips meet yours again as he slowly backs you into the counter. Kneeling down in front of you, feeling your hands trace over the top of his head strumming through his long hair. Jake begins pulling at the hem of the shirt the smell of vanilla permeating his nose. The kiss ceases as you realize where this is going.

“Jake we can’t do this, we have to-“ your frantic words seem to go dormant as your shirt is quickly discarded. He strokes the back of your legs and ass pulling your lower half further into him, staring at each other with your lust-filled eyes.

“I just need to taste you, show you how much I need you.” He plants a kiss to your abdomen, finger hooking the thin fabric uncovering the sweet pool of honey.

“Is this okay baby?” he hums against your skin.

You let out a whimper, his lips quirk up in a smile knowing you wanted this just as bad.

The underwear falls as he guides your legs upward to help you step out of them, kicking it to the side using the counter to support your weight. Letting your right leg sit comfortably on his shoulder as he circles your clit with his thumb. Looking deep into your eyes and watching you cave under his touch is more than he can handle, your his greatest strength and undeniable weakness.

Wasting no time, his tongue hungrily glides through your folds, jake completely enamored by the sweetness of your aching cunt. God how you missed him. He’s desperate at this point, the impression of his fingers on your skin, the way your chest drops with every exhale, the tug of your bottom lip between your teeth as your head drops back. The way you fuck back into his face as though this insatiable hunger for one another isn’t one sided.

He pulls back emitting a whimper from you. He quickly but gently bends you over the counter. Admiring the heart shape your ass resembles, he gives a light smack. A smile dances across his lips at the absolute bliss upon your once tear-stained face. He sprinkles light kisses over the small of your back before running his hand back over your soaking wet slit.

“Spread your legs beautiful, I need to see all of you” to which you gracefully oblige.

“Atta girl” he smirks. You swear you could climax from his words alone.

He licked one long stripe starting from your taint stopping just shy of your clit before sucking slightly, his tongue then running up and down the small crevice, your arousal being lapped as though this were his last meal.

“Jesus Christ Jake…….so good” you whimper, your breathy moans like the soft song of a siren, reeling him in stronger than ever before.

“all I ever want is to make you feel good honey, I’m all yours” he says before continuing one of his favorite acts of service. He snakes a hand up to your breasts giving one a light squeeze. He slowly pinched and rolls your sensitive nipple in between his pointer and thumb eliciting a pornographic moan from you.

“You’re all mine” he says, ravenously burying his face into your dripping cunt.

You arch your back lifting your ass giving him more access to what seemed to be his own personal form of heroin, an insatiable hunger only you could satisfy. You’re close, and he knows it too. Keeping the tempo he begins to bring both knees to the hardwood kitchen floor in attempts to give you the chance to slightly sit on his face.

He drops his hold on your breasts using the same hand to circle your clit continuing his assault. The newfound feeling of synchronization between his tongue and finger becoming too much to handle.

“My god Jake, I’m so close” you groan pulling his hair for leverage. You start grinding into his mouth before allowing yourself to fully submit to the feeling.

“ I’m cum-“ you squeak out before the rush of your orgasm cuts you off.

Jake starts massaging your side as physical praise. The nectar drips from your cunt into his mouth, Jake hums in approval at your arousal. You ride out your high on his face. You look back at him with lust and admiration. He pulls back and turns you around grasping your thighs as he begins to clean you with his mouth. Repeated kisses on your legs and stomach. The maintained eye contact, trying to burn this moment into his brain. You look down at him pushing the single strand of hair out of his now glistening face. He stares up at you.

“You look so pretty when you come on my face you know?” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and smile. Searching for the now discarded t-shirt. Jake stands up collecting himself. He pulls you in by the arm before you can get dressed.

“I love you immensely y/n, i will spend every waking day of my life proving that to our little family” he says placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I was so stupid my love, I had everything I’ve ever dreamed of and I took advantage. I’m not asking you to forgive me right away but just know I will fight for you until my deathbed” he continued, pulling you into his embrace.

“Please just communicate your thoughts with me Jake, we’ve been in this so long. This needs to be a help me help you. No matter how irrational you think the issue may be. I love you far too much to be apart from you” You say staring into his eyes. He places a hand over his heart before solemnly swearing to do so.

The two of you make your way into the old bedroom, his eyes sadden at your clothes spilling out of the duffel bag in the corner. It may have only been 24 hours apart but it shouldn’t even have come to that. His heart clenched at the thought of you feeling like you had to resort to isolation. Although, he knows he would’ve done the same had he been in your shoes. He grabs your hand pulling you into his chest, fingers scratching at your scalp. The way he held you was enough to relive you of any hurt or ailment in your body. The intimacy and closeness you two lacked for so long finally shining through like a streak of sunlight in a window after a terrible storm. You feel the shakiness of his breath before he begins to speak.

“I know I’ve said it many times before my love, but I truly am sorry. You shouldn’t have been alone. God, how scared you must’ve been.” He breathes looking up as if to hold back the tears fighting to escape.

“Thinking of you falling asleep by yourself last night is agonizing. I should’ve been there for you.” He whispers.

“What happened, happened Jakey. Let’s not dwell on what we can no longer change. Please… I don’t wanna think about it any longer. I want to focus on moving forward. I want to be the best version of me for our child” you say pulling away, both of you looking down to your abdomen with sad smiles.

“Did you come here because it was the first time we said i love you to eachother?” He blurts, eyes darting between your own. Scared of what you might say.

“Maybe..” you flush, shying your face away. A smile lights up his face.

“The moment was just so perfect, Jake. So intimate. Something special just for us, no interruptions. We were so happy, young, and in love. After we said it we got so drunk Jakey, you serenaded me with that mic all night. Any song I spoke of you strummed that guitar immediately. I knew i wanted you forever, right then and there.” You giggled

“I was quite the serenader, wasn’t i?” he jokes. Pulling you in by your waist he looks up smiling as he recalls the memory.

“I will play as many songs if it means I can see your pretty smile” he says leaning down giving you a peck on the lips. You two just held each other for a moment before deciding a shower was your best bet after your little reconciliation.

The shower was nothing short of intimate. Soft touches, hands raking through each others hair as the shampoo lathers. Just basking in each others presence. The two of you sat in silence, not a word uttered. You guys seemed to have an unspoken mutual agreement that you needed to make up for lost time in touches. It had been so long since Jake had been so attentive and gentle with you. You finally felt the love you two once had circle its way back. He stayed behind you washing the conditioner from your hair.

“I love you baby” Jake states, breaking the silence. He reaches around, kissing you softly.

“You’re divine, my woman. I can’t get enough of you, I’m sorry again baby.” He says pecking your shoulder. You hum in adoration letting your head rest back on his shoulder as he lathers your body.

You two wrap up the shower after having taken the time to allow yourselves to attentively care for one another again.

You sit naked on the bed with a towel in your hair, book in hand, neither of you bothering to change. Just eager to finally be in each others presence again. Jake is walking around the room, collecting your scattered clothes and packing them up.

“My Jake, just come lay down” you whine wanting nothing but to lay in bed together, to feel a long awaited sense of normalcy between the two of you. You close your book and set it beside you as you watch him circle the room.

“Soon my lady, one more thing” he says, a smirk worn proudly like he was scheming something. He waltzed into the closet finding his old straw hat. He rests it atop his head picking up his old acoustic. Still unclothed , the instrument acting as a garment for his lower half. He strums the familiar tune to ‘Til There Was You’. Your smile beams as you recall the old Beatles song.

“Thought I’d put on a long awaited show on for my special lady and our little bean” He laughs unable to take himself seriously. You giggle as well before responding.

“Take it away, my love!” you encourage as he begins singing the song purposefully off key. Fingers strumming perfectly to the tune.

“No, i never sawrrrrrr them at alllllllllll” he exaggerates.

You two break out into fits of laughter as he rids himself of his guitar and hat diving into bed with you. The room falls silent as you guys lay, you remove your the towel from your hair getting comfortable under the covers. Jake silently admiring your glow, coming to the realization its been lost for so long. Ever since he grew distant, you didn’t shine the same, even hearing your laugh tonight struck something within him. He’s pained he’s the cause of your light dimming. He finally speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself to you again. You deserve to shine baby.” He whispers into your neck

“Mhm, don’t make me regret it” you squint your eyes at him playfully. You both laugh before sighing in contentment.

“You know I saw the food laying on the counter, I wish i could take it all back. I’ll thank you endlessly.” He says nuzzling his head into your neck entangling your legs together as his torso rested atop yours. Enjoying the intimacy of laying unclad together, it’s been far too long.

“I just never want you to speak of me like that behind my back again, I felt so unwanted. I trust that you’ll communicate those thoughts to me directly from now on” you say playing with strands of his hair.

“We’re too old for that kind of stuff now, Jakey.” You continue on.

“I’ll never let anything come between us again, i will stop at nothing to ensure your happiness. And 9 months from now i shall do the same for the little one” he says drawing shapes on your stomach. A newfound appreciation for one another, a tighter metaphorical knot now formed between the both of you. You two were made for each other and you know your baby will be so loved. Now its just one step at a time. You wouldn’t trade him for the world, he lays there completely and irrevocably enthralled by your love.

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It had been a few days since your sleepover with Sarah, you left their house in a rush and with so much guilt. When Sarah called and asked why you left before she woke up you made the sorry excuse saying you had to do homework because you forgot that you had an early due date. She was a little confused but she didn’t press on. Joel on the other hand was dying, this man didn’t know how to cope with what had transpired between you both. You hated him now didn’t you? Every day he hoped to receive a call or a text from you saying you didn’t mean those harsh words you told him that night. You didn’t mean them at all and you loved him. But that didn’t happen. He was losing his mind- he needed to see you, needed to hear you speak, needed you in your entirety.

Sarah had tried to get you to hang out at her house again but you always refused. You would only hang out with her if it was at your house or it was out in town. You didn’t want to see Joel, you didn’t even want to see Sarah still consumed with your guilt. But you couldn’t just ghost your best friend no matter how bad you felt it wasn’t fair for her to be punished for your bad decisions.

Sat alone in your room you’d often think about how he made love to you.. No matter how awful you felt you couldn’t help but put your hand in your panties trying to replicate the delicious feel of Joel. Too often did you masturbate to the thought of his thick cock or his thick fingers stretching you out perfectly. The more you thought about it the more you felt bad for how you reacted but there was always a nagging voice inside saying that you did the right thing. That what you both did was highly inappropriate and should never happen again. As you went through your post-nut clarity you decided that no more. You had to move on, it was for the best. Even if it hurt you to the core, it had to be done.

.。･:*♡ ♡*:･。.

Summer had passed and Sarah had gone back to college. It was also radio silent from both yours and Joel’s ends. Little did you know that a few days earlier Joel lost it and began keeping tabs on you. Before work he’d drive past your dad’s house to see if your car was still in the driveway or not. During his lunch he’d slowly drive through the different parking lots of your college to spot your car. When he’d get off of work he’d pass by your dad’s house once more, just to be sure you got home safely.

After a few days of his stalking, he had spotted you walking out of college. You looked so beautiful and radiant, he smiled at the sight of you. His smile quickly soured when he saw who you were with, who was making you laugh. You were with some lanky kid, he had seen the look on that boy’s face and he knew that look all too well. A boy like him couldn’t handle a plump goddess like you. Only he could. Why did that asshole feel so entitled to be in the mere presence of his girl?

Enraged, Joel sped off to his house. Once there he made his way to his room. He took out his phone. Fuck it. He was gonna text you and demand answers as to who that kid was and why he felt the right to be around you.

Baby. who the fuck were you with today?

WHO fucking was he?

Why was he so chummy with you huh?

Answer me.

He spammed your phone and when you wouldn’t answer after several hours he took matters into his own hands. Getting in his truck he sped to your house, he knew your dad was working late for these past few weeks so he wasn’t concerned with getting caught. He knocked loudly at your house door calling your name.

Eventually you came out with an angry look on your face. “What the hell are you doing here?! I thought I told you not to look for me.” You spat out in anger. “You gonna tell me who that boy was princess? Or do I need to fuck that information out of you brat?” He replied in a low growl as he shoved his way inside your house slamming the door behind him and locking it. You walked backwards towards the living room. “What are you talking about Joel? What boy?” you asked as he inched closer to you, making you fall back on the couch.

“Don't play coy baby.. That boy you were smilin’ and laughin’ with earlier today as you were leavin’ campus.” he chuckled darkly as he towered over you. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “Don't tell me you forgot how good I stretched that pussy of yours some nights ago. Why you doin’ this baby hm?”

You gulped as your lips trembled, why was this turning you on? The simple fact he just admitted to stalking you should’ve turned you off- should’ve made you kick him out but it had the opposite effect on you. You shifted your thighs as you felt your arousal leak out of you. “Sorry… he was just a friend.. Nothing serious..” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to him. He wasn’t your boyfriend and you promised yourself you’d stay away from him but here you were falling into his arms again. “Thas not good enough baby. I don't like when my girl is laughin’ around someone who ain’t me. Oh and don’t think I’m lettin’ you go unpunished for ignorin’ me either. So be a good little girl and show me how sorry you are.”

He spoke condescendingly as you felt butterflies in your stomach. Fuck morals, fuck your principals, you let your arousal take over your actions as you stood up and got on your knees. You looked up at him and went to unbutton his pants. “Thas a good girl.” He encouraged you as you freed his rock hard, throbbing cock. “Go on baby, put ‘em in your mouth.” You’ve never sucked cock before so this was all entirely new but you had seen women give blowjobs to men in different pornos you’ve browsed. You spat on your hand and began to pump his cock, he groaned as he bucked his hips into your hand. You leaned down and kitten licked his tip, before you took him in your mouth. You only made it halfway when you began to gag and tear up. “Easy princess go slow f’me. Don’t hurt yourself. Breath through your nose.” He encouraged and you nodded your head. Doing as Joel instructed you eventually were able to take him completely in your mouth. You had a steady pace that was making him whimper out and his thighs tremble. “Fuck so good baby..” He grabbed your hair and began thrusting in your mouth. At first he started out slow then as if something snapped inside of him he began to thrust his hips harshly and wildly. Your eyes widened as more tears spilled out and you held onto his hairy thighs for stability. After a few more ruthless thrusts he came down your throat.

He pulled out and grabbed your chin. “Open wide baby.” You opened your mouth to show the pearly spend that was inside. “Thas a good girl. Now swallow it all. Don’t waste a single drop.” You closed your mouth and swallowed. The salty taste of it all overbearing your senses and it slightly hurt your raw throat as it went down. He brought you up to your feet and placed a rough kiss on your mouth.

“There we go baby. That wasn’t so hard. Now stop ignorin’ me and maybe I’ll fuck you again real soon.” You were dumbfounded, completely gobsmacked. You just nodded your head as Joel smiled darkly. “Good.. Gonna get goin’ now baby.. Remember your pussy is mine. Your little throat is mine. You are mine.” You watched as he left your house and heard him drive away. You were deeply enamored at this point, he had imprinted on you. You knew were completely fucked.

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x you

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lopposting · 8 months

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Hello Puppet pals + Romeo fans

would you like a fresh, fun new dose of pain tonight

On Romeo (long post)

So way back in april, in the taiwan event they showed some material from what looks like early builds of the game. this is the still i want to talk about today

It's gepetto (romanized to "zepeto" here) asking if we've "killed the beast".

In the released version, we meet him outside in rosa isabelle street after the KOP fight. It looks as though he's even beside the same lamppost. There's no other similar scene of us meeting gepetto like this, so it's likely referring to the puppet king. (When we meet him on the bridge, he's seen that the donkey has been killed, so we wouldn't need to lie.) but the thing is, this question is a YES OR NO ANSWER, meaning one or the other would be a lie.

So maybe in the early versions of the game it was actually possible align with/spare the puppet king (and by extension romeo) and then lie to Geppetto about it. (I mean, it's possible that it's simply just lying about not killing him to G, and we couldn't spare him to begin with)

I think they realized that they couldn't possibly make such a narratively important boss fight optional and that story-wise it wasn't linear enough to work. The story as a whole is not nearly as effective without his loss.

TLDR: I'm speculating that that image was from an early version of the game, and Romeo could've actually lived but the devs made the hard call against this.

[It's also possible that they just made that image for the purposes of presentation, and that it doesn't mean anything, or that it's another beast entirely.]

But still, somehow it makes it the more tragic. *stares blankly into space.*

(bonus fun notes below)

In this IGN interview before release, Director Choi dropped a big hint about romeo here.

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"Yes, this is the king of puppets. And we want to call him a character and not a monster, because he will be the centre of the story. So if you play more and discover more about him, you'll find out more about what he is and who he is."

the puppet king being lampwick was also inadvertently leaked by IGN in this video:

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I don't think people unfamiliar with the story would know anything, but pinoheads definitely would've and did recognize what "romeo" alluded to

They kept Romeo's ENTIRE EXISTENCE a secret up until launch. During the roughly two years of promotions before release there was never any mention of Romeo before release. Zip, Nada, so much so that the budding fanbase was starting to assume that he wouldn't even be in the game. NO ONE saw it coming when we found out who exactly we killed. Developers did consider that people who had read the book would catch on to particular things, so, bravo neowiz

And here's the other ingenious thing - they showed us the "Mad Donkey" boss early on in the demo and NOW I'm starting to wonder if this was a deliberate play. Almost everyone assumed this was already the game's iteration of Lampwick, so Romeo came as a surprise, and I think the proceeding story reveals about who the King of Puppets truly was were very effective.

also.. it's extremely cute what they did with the character. Of course, Romeo is the canonical name of Lampwick in Pinocchio, but the name "Romeo" is also probably the most heavily associated with Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet (which also takes place in Italy, as does Pinocchio!). And then we meet him in a theatre, and he puts on a play for us before we fight. Romeo supposedly had an affinity for acting, as Carlo did with the piano (I have heard this around on reddit, I don't know where this originates from, please lmk if you've seen these lore items). But most of all, Romeo and Juliet is a deeply remembered tragedy - like Lampwick in collodi's pinocchio. They are two young boys who didn't get away.

(maybe all of this was so obvious to everyone else but i love it still haha)

Fun to revisit this stuff after release with new clarity.

[To Reiterate - All of this is just my speculation]

#lies of p #liesofp #LOP #spoilers #lies of p spoilers #post #romeo #theory #speculation

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thighguys · 1 month

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alright guys i took the cue from everyone else on here and did my own dnp tarot reading 😊 @freckliedan i think you were collecting these? might as well add mine for the metrics lol... also i will take this opportunity to advertise the @dnptarot project im putting together, it's super cool!!!

okay so i used my fav tarot app as i dont actually have any physical sets lol but heres what ive got

my first 4 cards were just dan and phil vibe checks, like what are their general feelings. dans were the 9 of swords and the knight of swords.

9 of swords is definitely a negative card, lots of anxiety and fear swirling around something, but the knight appearing with it seems to me to imply just like- pushing through the fear. honestly reminds me of the time just before basically im gay, dan is scared but forging onward. knight of swords also implies a very fast pace, like things are moving really quickly which is DEFINITELY true and also matches with dans "what comes straight after" tweet. too many planets aligning at once etc, lots of shit is going DOWN lmao

phils cards were the king of wands and the 5 of pentacles.

king of wands is VERY leader/making big decisions/creative director, which makes me think that hes got something in the works here that hes going to be a big part of creating/directing (pride month mayhaps??) its also very much an opportunity card, like here is something that he can take and make great coming soon. 5 of pentacles honestly took me a minute to think about because usually its more about financial loss? but im thinking its maybe more about recognizing the necessity of help from others in difficult times. idk phil is getting help and is also a king 💪💪

my next question was about whether dnp were planning something big soon, and i pulled the high priestess and the 8 of wands

high priestess is literally ALL about trusting your intuition, and 8 of wands is once again very fast paced movement and changes approaching. so what im getting is a RESOUNDING yes lmao... phannies trust your intuition, the universe is telling us something and we should trust that itll come and itll come quickly lol

my last question was specifically about whether dnp are getting married lol (sorry cant help it im still on wedding hill) and i pulled the queen of swords and the 6 of cups

GOD this is insane to me... queen of swords to me is clarity and truth. every time ive pulled this card before it has been a reassurance to trust what i know and my ability to see whats in front of me... wedding hill... truth... idk guys... and then 6 of cups is all joy and happy memories (also can mean children? phregnancy announcement?) and what could be more joyful than a marriage? anyway once again these two cards are just a resounding yes so... im not pretending to know anything about their private lives but the cards havent lied yet lmao...

overall im just seeing a lot of fast moving cards and a LOT of positivity, creativity, and joy. the only negative card shown was in dans vibe check and that fits, but along with his other card i feel like the vibe i was getting was less "crippling fear" and more "brave enough to keep going anyway". basically i think we can expect smth big soon, and if it isnt a marriage announcement then ill stay on wedding hill until i die because i believe that the queen of swords knows wtf shes talking about ❤️❤️❤️

hope you guys liked this! if you want i can do more tarot readings in the future? lmk lol, or dm me if you want me to do readings for you... i really like doing them i love feeling connected to the universe

#phan #dan and phil #dnp #phandom #dip and pip #phil lester #dan howell #tarot #tarot reading #dnptarot

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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aftercare • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader

Genres: implied smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, aftercare!au

Warnings: swearing, gooey-ooey shit tbh, lil sneak of possessiveness, tiny angst if u squint, feelings ew, mentions of sex but it's actually really soft but lmk if i missed smth

WC: 1.3k

A/N: a request i kind of got a lil carried away with idk if this is what they were looking for but this is what my brain came up with askdjfksdj i think i made it gender neutral 🤞🏻 but if i missed up please let me know - i didn't intend to but it just turned out that way :3

Sweaty bodies lay against one another, bedsheets tangled and damp from the rigorous amounts of exertion earlier. Yet it's not uncomfortable at all.

It hits Junhui first, coming out of his post-nut clarity with a startling — almost terrifying — realization. You looked good earlier. Good enough to eat. Decked out in a sexy little fit that had everyone's heads turning at the club… and effectively turning him on.

He'd had his hands all over you in record time. The need to touch and claim you as his for all to see was ravenous. All-consuming. Not even a half hour had passed before he'd worked up your sexual tension so high on the dance floor with slow grinding and sneaky groping. Then he was teasing and prepping you with nimble fingers during the ride back to his place.

Tongue battling yours, mouths and lips sloppily making out while he struggled to open the door. Immediately dropping to his knees to explore your intimate parts once the lock clicked and you were inside, back pressed firmly against the other side as he slid down to have his way with you.

Junhui is very well-acquainted with your body but nothing gets him going like finding a new way to make you squirm and moan louder.

For him.

But now, thoroughly fucked out and fucked well, you have a glowing vulnerable air of softness around you. All for him. Alone.

And he finds you as gorgeous — if not even more so — as he did before. Just as radiant as when you first met, standing out amongst everyone else in a subtle way that drew him in.

Junhui had genuinely wanted to get to know you first. Approached you with honest intentions. It was you who shuffled the cards and set the rules, putting the initial offer on the table to win the game. And how could he resist?

He lost the reckless deal willingly and easily dived into this odd arrangement of not-quite-friends with plenty of sexual benefits. But his heart had already clumsily fallen for you even back then.

With his brain only catching up to speed now. So he can't help but place what feels like an instinctual kiss on your nose that he'd denied doing before, watching with an astounding amount of endearment at how your eyes nearly cross at the action.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

You follow his lead, guided by his hand holding yours. Tremors and shaky legs are but a by-product your aching body experiences after sex with him. Normally that would inflate Junhui's ego — maybe even rile him up enough for another round.

But contrary to the roughness he exhibits and indulges your bedroom desires with, the warm cast of the nightlight he'd installed in the bathroom (after one too many stumbles with you in the dark) dials down those lust-filled feelings with… something different.

Of course, you act like you don't notice the sudden shift between you two. Simply choosing to stare blankly ahead, posture slouched unattractively over the toilet that he helped you sit on. Yet he's never seen you any lovelier despite the telltale empty look in your eyes. More than likely planning the usual, sneaky exodus he can't seem to encourage you from forgetting.

"You'll stay the night?" The man tries not to sound too hopeful — too needy — while wetting a fresh washrag under warm water for you after rinsing off the one used on himself. "I… accidentally ripped all your clothes anyways."

"Sure there's something I could salvage."

"You can get all cozy and snuggle underneath the new blanket I just bought. It has cute cat faces on it and it's super fuzzy."

"Or you could give me something to wear, bet you have something laying around that I can use."

"I mean, I could since it doesn't bother me if you borrow something of mine. Or you could leave a couple pairs of clothing here next time for next time. I told you I didn't mind."

Junhui expects a disappointed, slightly annoyed sigh of his name like usual. But he should know what happens when he breaks the mode; it triggers a butterfly effect.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you question pointedly, though you let him gently pick up your hand so he can dab at it. Palm to palm, it lays lax against his — neither holding but not pulling away — and he takes that as a win. "I spent a good amount of money on those, you know."

"I'll buy you more."

"Junhui…"

He focuses on the tender motions of wiping your arm, ignoring the warning call of his name that's always delivered in a cold tone. Once he reaches past your shoulder and sweeps delicately across your collarbones littered with teeth marks, his eyes are drawn up to your slightly chapped lips that are set in a frown.

"Um, don't worry I can also have them fixed. My friend's good at stitching and it's not like they're… in pieces."

"So they're wearable."

He whispers loudly in mild frustration, "Why do you keep trying so hard to escape?" even though you've made no effort to physically move.

"I'm only escaping if you're keeping me against my will. Otherwise it's simply called leaving."

"But I don't want you to leave! Can't you see I'd rather have you stay?"

"… Why?"

"Why?" he repeats incredulously and leaves the wet cloth to hang on your opposite shoulder. Bare fingers brush the side of your neck, cup your cheek, and a thumb sweetly rubs at the corner of your mouth. Brown eyes raise from the curve of your lips to the cute bump of your nose to finally meet your eyes. Despite your aloof front, he can see how they flicker with an uncertainty he wishes to soothe. "Because I like you. If you want to be held captive, just say the word."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy for you, sure. But I am definitely in my right mind and I mean what I say."

Suddenly backing away with a tug, Junhui urges you to stand with him. You still ask your demanding questions even as he releases his hold on your upper body and squats. A gentle hand grasps your outer thigh while the other gingerly strokes the delicate flesh between your legs and downwards. Dutifully cleaning away the mixed stains of your releases.

"What if you're wrong? What if you regret it?"

A chaste kiss is delivered below your belly button as he works on the other leg. "I won't."

"You'll get tired of me… you'll miss being free."

"Is that why you're trying to leave first? Because you think I'll walk away one day?" He takes your silence as an answer and rises to his full height. "Won't you give me a chance? Even if it gets to that point, if we hit a crossroads where it's not easy anymore, and you think we'll go our separate ways… Only if you want me to, I'll make sure to prove you wrong. That we can make it through together."

"Why though? Do you really think — "

"Because I like you. And I want to learn to love you… and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to love me in return too."

"But Jun…"

His name falls from your lips in such a soft tone, a stark difference from earlier and he pulls you into a hug. Dry and warm skin becomes a comforting embrace against your cooler, damp body. He's safe. As much as it scares you shitless, it's oddly soothing. He's soothing.

Maybe it sparks something deep inside your chest you've tried to bury as he finishes cleaning you up, the steady touch of his hands expressing what words yet cannot. Returning to lay on his bed, the cozy cat blanket covering your naked bodies… perhaps you realize "I love you" has never sounded better wrapped in the undertoning of the words "I'll make the same promise to you when morning comes," followed later by Junhui's low snores.

You doze away letting his arms encompass you, dreaming of the possible future that may become a reality — the one with him in it.

#ez.creates #svthub #wen junhui smut #jun smut #junhui smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #svt.smut

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