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#yâall know those âyou can only pick 5â things that are circulating ig rn#I reposted one of the tv show ones#and my friend pointed out my picks have âgay vibesâ and yep now that I think of it#but also literally all of the comedies can go because none of them are funny#everyone saving friends and how I met your mother and the Big Bang theory and nope just nope#also on other news I put in nail polish and all went well until it was time for top coat#it had dried some because cap wasnât fully closed and ruined it all#so thanks for that đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛#and on another aNOTHER news I might go see dreamcatcher next month aahhhhhh!!!!!!!!#but now I gotta sleep (after reading some fanfic)#have a nice rest of your night if you read all the way here <333 sleep well lovely!
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They get it
#had to repost this comment under caits video about austin and ally because they sum up the way their relationship is written very well#one of the reasons i didn't like the finale break up#is no matter if austin and ally are romantically invovled or not they'll always be together#they moved past that typical romantic duality by 1x03#that emotional distance doesn't apply to them so it didn't make a lot of sense#i always refer to Austin and Ally's relationship as a secret third thing#a relationship that exists beyond labels#in alot of ways you don't see a romantic storyline in the show you just see two people get closer and closer#they're written to never really leave the friendship dynamic - its the same with mulder and scully#the fact that they're a full on couple in season 4 is great#but that was never the end all ultimate goal of the show#raura#ross x laura#ross lynch#laura marano#austin and ally#ally dawson#austin moon#ally x austin#auslly#austin x ally#disney channel#disney#tv show#disney show
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Every time I go through Con OâNeillâs insta story, I lose half of my life like in Minecraft
#like SIR I LOVE THAT YOUâRE REPOSTING FANART AND ENCOURAGING US TO DRAW MORE#BUT THE RANGE OF THE FANARTS IS INSANE#i love him.#the fact that he posted a stede x izzy fanart too??#absolute legend#if I had a nickel for every time one actor of a queer tv show was absolutely unhinged and as deranged as the fandom Iâd have two nickels#which isnât a lot but itâs weird that it happened twice#con o'neill#izzy hands#fanart#our flag means death#our flag means death season 2#ofmd#ofmd fanart#ofmd 2 fanart
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How many things do you think need to be set on fire to disrupt capitalism enough to create a livable society? Asking for a friend
#mango rambles#capitalism#watcher#dystopian society#just watched a speech about how terrible the overturn of roe v wade is#keep hearing how companies are canning movies as tax right offs or strangling the life out of diverse content before it gets made#fucking governments fucking everything up#looking at uk and us#fucking joke on the tv tonight about how nhs staff shouldn't be bothering with making 'signs showing 23 genders' because cancer isnât cured#was a sign with pride flags on#some of them genders some sexualities#i hate the british media#feel bad for not donating to causes because i could but where am i supposed to draw the line?#is this the right one to donate to?#i don't feel comfortable donating to multiple because I'm trying to cling desperately to my money and any little advantage or safety i have#but im not giving other people that same courtesy#because which one do i donate to?#the person who can't afford food?#the family getting out of a warzone?#the family trying to get their son or daughter or father or aunt or sibling out of a warzone#the person who needs their cancer stricken cat to get surgery#the homeless content creator#the homeless single parent trying to be a content creator to gain any money#the people trying to raise money for dying relatives they adore#its not even doomscrolling its because i watch one video of people suffering to hear them out#give them time to speak so their video gets views#read their post becuase there are capitals and red letters and begging and i don't want to reblog or repost something that spreads misinform#ion#nothjng is nice nothing is pleasant#everyone is mean
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Exactly! And all this "heartstopper is purity culture" discourse too, I'd bet this wouldn't have happened if the author wasn't aroace.
i haven't seen many people calling it 'purity culture' thank god, but i do remember some weird takes when s1 first came out abt how nick discovering he was bi was unrealistic bc there was 'no sexual aspect' (or smth?? i don't remember exactly) and like. yes teenagers do Think About Sex and my own teenage bi awakening did involve That, but people seem to miss that heartstopper is SPECIFICALLY written to have a 12 rating here in the uk so younger teens can access it and feel seen.
there's absolutely space in teen lgbt fiction for exploring sexual awakenings (see: a very large number of YA books that any teen can access in their local library), but that's not what heartstopper is. i think everyone's just gotten used to most teen shows being sex-obsessed that they think it should be in every show when... to be honest from my own experience in a british secondary school the amount of people actually having sex was very low, and (newsflash) not all teens actually think about sex all that much!! and i don't just mean ace people, some just genuinely aren't all that bothered at that age.
and yes, as you've said, alice being aroace is definitely an aspect of people's bullshit takes, not to mention a lot of people saying this shit would have their arguments disproven if they read the comics (see: the entire arc that just took place abt nick and charlie wanting to have sex but both having different hangups abt it). i also feel like shows seen as 'wholesome' queer rep are the ones always criticised the most, and people feel the need to nitpick every single tiny aspect and say "uhm this was bad actually!!" which fine. you can have your own opinion, but it does seem suspect this always happens when a show with multiple, unapologetically queer characters becomes mainstream.
there've also been a lot of people blasting heartstopper for being 'cringe' (which i've talked abt already so i won't repeat myself), and i think this links to a lot of the takes i've been seeing. it seems to be a trend online to not be allowed to just dislike something, you have to justify disliking it by saying it's actually Immoral and Harmful and Bad Rep, the latter of which especially relies on personal experiences and can't be universally applied. when the lgbtq+ experience is so wide, the validity of 'rep' isn't a something we can universally agree on.
anyway, sorry your ask turned into an entire essay, i just have a lot of strong feelings about this show as someone who's been a fan of the comics for years and sees myself in a lot of the characters.
#people lacking critical thinking on tumblr dot com is nothing new but this annoys me so much#and i'm not saying you can't criticise the show!! if there's something that actually has basis then go for it#but i see too many people just completely missing the point#anyway i take back my complaints about the 15yo art reposters at least they're actually trying to have fun#i'll take one of them over a 'heartstopper hot takes' person any day#lova's terrible posts#heartstopper#hstv#heartstopper netflix#heartstopper tv#lova's terrible answers#anon
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whent he. when. the. when. bones and booth
#reposting from privtwt because yeah i need to scream about it in more than one place alright#no spoilers or iâll kill myself srs#iâm mid s2 btw#bones#bones tv show#gif#interstellar cat#deadave
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Gothic horror wizard101 fanfiction but not in the Tumblr way
#Gothic horror as in actual Gothic horror and all the thematic elements that implies#Hi I'm still leafing through old fics and found the one where the death school house has a backstory#I get really annoyed when I try to search the Tumblr tag for gothic horror#And I see reposts of videogames and tv shows that are certifiably Not Gothic Horror#I'm pretentious but at least I know what the fucking genre is#It annoys me fr because#You love gothic horror but hate anything that addresses racism and colonialism and patriarchy#With the full despair those concepts demand
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IT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE A THING.
"The TVA is gone."
"I think you mean ATV, and no, they've brought a couple of them last week."
Loki got frozen for a few seconds. Of course, he expected something like that when he saw Mobius in such unusual for him outfit doing stuff Mobius he knew never did, like take out garbage and sell jetskis (which should be for him like a dream came true, right?), but it still stringed his heart like the sharpest of daggers. Love is a dagger indeed...
"Ok."
"Ok," softly smiled Mobius in reply. "So what can I do to help you, mister..?"
"Loki," automatically responded Loki hoping that maybe his name would wake up Mobius's memories which should be there.
"Loki," whispered Mobius in such familiar manner that Loki's already suffering heart ached in a new way. How badly he was missing his Mobius, how much he needed him right now! Truth they say that you truly understand a real value of someone or something only when you lose them or it. That was the moment when Loki finally realised how much Mobius meant to him. A whole world, even more.
That's when something clicked in Loki's mind, some kind of a tumbler got switched on, and the trickster made a few slow and careful steps towards Mobius.
The silver-haired man didn't flinch. The same trust was shining in his blue eyes as the one the Mobius Loki knew showered a god of mischief with. It made Loki want to cry but he eliminated the last couple of feet between them, standing right in front of Mobius, desperate to make something to bring Mobius's memories back. Thank Norns, Suylvie taught Loki this charm, but the trickster was too anxious to make any mistake that could irreversably damage his dear friend's brain. He could never forgive himself, should this horrible thing happen.
Mobius didn't step back, he looked right into the depths of Loki's eyes which were only couple of inches away from his own, with new emotions. They included surprise, curiosity... and something else Loki was too afraid to give a name to.
"What is it you want, to charm me? Mission accomplished then," softly chuckled Mobius, giving Loki space and time to make his next move.
It was too much for Loki's inner struggle. In a sudden inspiration, he knew exactly what he had to do to make Mobius remember everything, and to make no damage to his mind in the process. Whenever Loki got bored in the TVA, he downloaded (most likely, illegally) Midgardians' movies and TV shows on the computer in the Time Theatre, and that's where he learned about the True Love's Kiss which can break even the darkest of spells. At first, he laughed at the whole idea, taking it as humans' naive desire to find a perfect love, which he didn't believe in. Because he had never seen such, neither in his family (Odin and Frigga's relationship couldn't be called a happy one), nor in his own life experience. He had never been truly in love, all his lovers that he had were just flings, temporal passions whom Loki forgot about after the first night with them, or in rare occasions, couple of days/months later.
Because true love demands vulnerability, and comlete trust. Mutual belief in one another. And unconditional trust and unchangeable belief in best in Loki were things Mobius gifted to Loki right from the start, giving Loki opportunity to grow upon himself.
Loki couldn't put a finger on exact moment when it happened. When his warm yet fragile friendship full of doubts and insecurities, became deeper and turned into something stronger and more intimate. Was it after their hug in the Void? Or after Mobius risked his life in the Loom in a smallest of chances to fix Loki's time-slipping? Or after their talk in "Automat" pie cafeteria? Whenever it was, it was something Loki was unable to control. Also, it was Loki's first serious experience in this department, so Loki had no idea what to do with it.
But now, when Mobius was standing so close to him, looking at him with expectation in his beautiful eyes which were as blue and deep as Asgardian sky on a clear day, Loki left all his hesitations behind. It's now or never moment, he thought as he lowered his head down and pressed his lips against Mobius's.
Mobius got surprised at first but in a few moments he responded to the kiss with tender ferocity which quickly took Loki over the edge. The trickster deepened the kiss with desperation of a crazy man, remembering though about the spell. He gently touched Mobius's temple with his fingers, allowing small threads of green magic go directly into the silver-haired man's brain, unlocking closed doors to their past, before the explosion of the Loom threw Mobius here, but it wasn't painful at all. Opposite of it, Mobius felt excited and exalted like never before. Never in his life did he feel such strong love, and even memories coming back to him were no worse than a scratch inside of his head, not hurting in a full sense of this word.
Him seeing Loki for the first time.
Loki adgusting Mobius's tie while murmuring, "It's adorable you think you can manipulate me."
Their talks in cafeterias, full of genuine smiles and brand new feeling for both of them.
Sylvie.
Mobius's jealousy outburst.
"You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean just in case anyone ever told you different."
The Void.
Lokis.
Loki hugging him.
Loki suddenly appearing in the TVA, desperate, terrified, looking for him, for Mobius.
Time-slipping.
Mobius risking his skin to fix Loki.
Brad.
Sylvie again.
"I lost it."
Pie.
"I want to thank this guy who kidnapped me and brought me to the TVA, got me this pie."
OB and Victor Timely.
Hot cocoa.
Ravonna killing General Dox.
And finally, the explosion.
Loki finally broke the kiss when the last bit of memory was unlocked, looking at Mobius with genuine worry:
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, my kitten. More than. I'm just happy that you've found me."
"I will always do. Nothing in the whole Nine Realms and beyond can make me lose you because I- I love you, Mobius."
Mobius kept silence for a few long moments, refusing to believe that his deepest dreams came true. He was holding Loki tightly, afraid that if he let him go, Loki would disappear. His TVA fears came back alongside with his memories.
"I love you too, my Loki. My sweetheart. For all time."
"Always," echoed Loki leaning down to kiss his wonderful man once again. It was the only thing that was real in their lives full of lies and manipulation.
Their love for each other was stronger than multiversal chaos itself. And they both dived into it, having for once forgotten about all their problems.
GUYS! LISTEN TO ME!!! MOBIUS DOESNT REMEMBER LOKI RIGHT??? REMEMBER THAT TWEET THAT TALKED ABOUT A POSSIBLE CHEEK KISS BEING FILMED??? AT. THE. JETSKI. STORE??? BRO LOKIS TOTALLY GONNA KISS MOBIUS TO HAVE HIM REMEMBER CUZ MOBIUS IS ACTUALLY SLEEPING BEAUTY AND LOKI IS THE ONE TO-
#Loki#loki tv#loki tv show#loki season 2#loki s2#loki laufeyson#mobius#mobius m mobius#agent mobius#lokius#wowki#timefrost#time husbands#fic#lokius fic#lokius fanfic#my fanfic#my writing#awkward: I wrote it two times#first time (this one) I didn't finish when I touched repost button by accident#and it reposted being unfinished#so I wrote it second time#finishing it#so now I have two variants of this fic#I'm very inattentive#sorry#feeling awkward rn
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I feel like. Part of the reason we're seeing hot takes like "video games like Stardew Valley are bourgeoisie and you should feel bad for playing them" and "if any actor in a TV show even hints at supporting any part of Israel then we need to boycott that entire show" and stuff like that is.
Online activism does virtually nothing. It does virtually nothing, guys. You can reblog and repost stuff all day and it does nothing. And so there's this desperate need in people's minds to Do Something, but social media platforms have so thoroughly trapped us into the idea that This Is How You Connect With People, that we think blogging = activism.
But nothing we've reblogged thus far has made a significant difference in the world. So we keep reblogging, desperately, convinced that if we root out the real evil in our media consumption or if we pare down our beliefs to the One True Ideal and force everyone around us to share that ideal, then finally Something Will Change For The Better.
Log off. Go give blood; there's a critical shortage right now. Help someone in your community; it might not fix wars that are thousands of miles away but it'll help that person. Call or email your local representative about issues that matter to you. Fucking vote. Do something in the not-online space. It'll matter more than 100 posts in a row about Important Things.
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âś â HER WAY đ˛ŕŁŞ . đ đˇ
𦹠pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𦹠summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𦹠author's note: first post sorry if it's bad đđ
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scenarios without images â (I reached my limit on images LMAOO)
he only has snapchat to text his friends, uncle aaron, and you.
if you guys have snapstreak best believe he's gonna send you random snaps throughout the day.
got mad when you accidentally lost your guys 200+ snapstreak. don't worry though you two soon regained the streak and surpassed it.
he also has instagram so he can like your posts.
if you have something written in the notes section he'll always find someway to reply to it even if it's just a song.
you tag him and only him in your Instagram posts and pin his comment.
he has one post and it was about you.
@ milesmorales commented on your post
âmy girl đŤśđżâ
he sends you videos on tiktok because he finds clicking on links too much work.
you forced him to do the lipstick trend where you leave kiss marks all over his face.
if he's not sending you a tiktok he'll tag you in the comment section
don't get me started on this man and winning against you in iMessage games đ
ESPECIALLY THE BASKETBALL ONE. he swears he's better than all the NBA players.
he'll send you voicenotes if he's too lazy to type. sometimes you can't listen to them because you're out in public so you make him type it out (he'll complain but would still do it for you)
FaceTimes you whenever. don't expect a warning from him once you hear your phone ringing you better pick up.
he'll text you as soon as he's off his prowler business
if he ever gets grounded he'll ever just show up at your home or he'll text you on his laptop.
one time he lost his laptop and had to text you through his tv. it took me 5 minutes to type down one sentence
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ÄąllÄąllÄą please do not steal, translate or repost my work on other apps.
art work in header made by koscribbls on instagram.
#miles morales#miles morales x reader#miles morales x you#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth42 miles#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles fluff#earth42 miles morales#miles morales x y/n#atsv#across the spiderverse#atsv imagines#accros the spiderverse image
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Hello, a little rant here. I don't know whether people are becoming insensitive or I'm just taking things very seriously these times, but I beg of you, when I post about an update on the situation in Gaza, or about a lost life or any piece of news that is most likely horrifying and heartbreaking, do not repost or reblog with "yikes" or "real bullshit" or whatever goes in the same line. It just makes it seem so trivial when in fact it's world-shattering. Not to mention the horrible edits I see on Instagram/tiktok.
I literally came across an "Instagram reel" of my friend's UNCLE (who lost three of his kids, and was saying his goodbyes while they were in body bags), it was edited into a reel, with the effects and changing colors and the trending sound of the song "daylight by David kushner". I was speechless.
I know people show their solidarity differently, I know this. Especially through music, I've literally been listening to Samer songs as well as "Telk Qadieah", etc. But the edit I saw was way too much. I don't know how to explain it, because I've seen many reels of Palestinians in Gaza grieving and I thought it's important to share them but this one is different. It was like the edits you'd make for characters from a TV show or movie that died or had a sad storyline.
I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting but I genuinely feel like I'm going crazy. With everything going on and how it seems like some people are living in a parallel world rn.
I hope I don't get misunderstood, I'm not talking about the general clips with sometimes sad songs on them, I'm talking about certain edits the people started to make that are so weird and insensitive. Like the people they're editing aren't real, like they're some entertainment material.
#I'm not good with words honestly i just am tired#i might even delete this later bc i never share personal stuff here but still#text post#gaza#palestine
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blow me instead?
â âWhy should I blow out the candles, when you can just blow me instead?â prompt
pairing | lee felix x gender-neutral reader
genre | smut â 18+ is strongly advised!
cw | established relationship ; dom felix ; oral sex (blowjob) ; finger sucking ; cum swallowing ; deep throating
words | 2.6k ~ ( 2,693 ) + 2 fake texts !
notes | a lil smth for felix's bday. jisung's will be posted at a later date when i've finished it :( donât forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! âš3
m.list â wips list â you can also read it on my ao3
dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
you forgot. youâve forgotten the most important day of the year and you are currently kicking yourself for it. itâs felixâs birthday, the one day of the year that you look forward to every single year â but for some unknown reason, this year you forgot.
maybe itâs because youâve both been really busy that you havenât given it a second thought. youâre always well prepared for things like this, but this year it slipped your mind.
you knew you forgotten something but you couldn't tell what. you had that nagging feeling in the back of your mind but you pushed it to the side. âiâll figure it out laterâ you always told yourself only to forget â once again.
it wasn't until the day before, did you looked at your calendar and see â15th septâ circled and decorated in hearts, labelled âfelixâs bday!!â did you panic. that nagging feeling quickly turned into a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. worry and panic washing over you and coating your skin in a cold sweat.
it was way into the night to go to the store to pick something up. everything was closed. you thought about making him something but realised that you don't have the materials to do so. so a quick search on the web was your last resort. you hoped you could find something that would do next day delivery but alas, after several hours of searching and drawing up blanks, did you accept your fate.
you woke up the day of his birthday, feeling guilty and it's eating you alive. you don't think you'd be able to face to him without bursting into tears.
âi should at least wish him a happy birthday.â you mumble. you take your phone from the night stand and open up felix's contact. your thumb hovers over the green circle.Â
you hesitate. lips pursed together. you overthink. you can hear his sullen tone of voice. you can see his facial expressions twisted into sadness. your heart aches and feels tight, like someone is gripping onto it.
âfuck. i can't.â you throw your phone onto the bed beside you, watching it bounce from impact before rubbing your face with your hands and groaning. âmaybe a shower will help me. iâll call him then!âÂ
you didn't call him. in fact, you spent the whole day avoiding him. you did pop to the store and buy a small box of cupcakes and some candles. you had this idea of surprising him by turning up at his place with a fancy birthday cake, thinking it's better than nothing, but when the store only had cupcakes to offer, that idea was quick to fizzle out.
the cakes are now sitting on the counter, untouched and unopened. you're in your lounge wear on the sofa, TV on but you're not tuned into whatever show it's playing. instead, you're on your social media, looking at what felix has been up to the whole day.
pictures of felix with chan, jisung and hyunjin. birthday wishes from friends and family flood his profiles. you're glad he's had a good day but that guilt just won't go away.Â
you've shamelessly avoided him the whole day because you couldn't face him. it's cowardly of you and you know it, but in a way, you just shut off.
you rush to your feet. your sock covered soles slapping against the floor as you rush to the door. you open it and come face to face with a not so pleased looking felix.
'âi see you're still alive.â you swallow. he sounds irritated. he's angry at you and you don't blame him.
âfelix, iââ
âare you going to let me in or are we just going to stand out in the hallway?â he cuts you off. you look down at your feet and shuffle to the side, opening the door wider for him.
he walks in, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat as you close the door behind him. he notices the unopened cupcakes and pack of birthday candles by the side of them.
âso?â he starts as he looks at you. your chin is tucked into your chest, fingers fiddling with one another. you feel like a child about to be told off by a parent.
âi'm so sorry, felix.â you start, keeping your eyes glued to your feet. you don't want to make eye contact with him because the guilt of forgetting is eating you alive. it's making you feel incredibly nauseous.
âfor?â his arms crossed against his chest as he looks down at you, brow raised. his authoritative and dominant aura seeps out from his pores and clouds you, suffocating you in the process.
â... iâuhâŚâ you start, words lodged in your throat. felix lets out a small, irritated sigh. âI forgot about your birthday.âÂ
your voice is small and cracks. you furiously blink back the tears that are threatening to spill from your lower lash line.
âyou forgot?â you nod slowly. âis that why you've been avoiding me?â you nod again. âwhy?â
âbecause i thought you'd be angry at me⌠like right now.â felix runs his fingers through his hair slowly.
âiâm not angry that you forgot. it happens. iâm angry because you avoided me on my birthday.â
âi know.. iâm sorry.â you look up at him and chew your bottom lip. the cupcakes catch the corner of your eye. you rush to then, opening them and the candles before sticking one in the middle of the cake.
felix follows you and watches you with eager eyes. his gaze suddenly feels hot. he licks his lips as he admires your body, eyes flickering up and down.
he's undressing you with his eyes.Â
you turn around, holding the cupcake in your hand with the candle flame flickering. you present it in front of felix and smile.
âi got you cupcakes though. i know it's not much but i couldn't find anything on such short noticeâŚâ felix simply hums and looks at the cake, then you. âare you not going to blow it out?â you question after some seconds pass.
felix leans in close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear as his voice drops and becomes low and deep. his warm breath fans against your ear as he speaks.
âwhy should i blow out the candles when you can just blow me instead?âÂ
goosebumps ripple along your skin. your heart suddenly starts racing. his breath feels ticklish against your ear, body temperature suddenly rising
âf-felix!â you squeak as he pulls back, finding amusement at your shocked facial expression.Â
âi assume you didn't get me a gift so i can consider a blowjob as one. and if you do a good job, maybe iâll let you off the hook for avoiding me on my special day.âÂ
âiââ you swallow a little, the heat from the candle is radiating onto your chin, adding to the increase of your own body temperature.
felix keeps his brow raised before trailing his hand down his torso to his groin where he squeezes and groans softly.
you can't take your eyes off him. you watch his hand squeeze and palm himself through his jeans. his veins bulging from his hands and arms.Â
he kicks his head back a little, lips parting and giving you a view of his outstretched neck. his adams apple bobbing with his swallows. soft moan and grunts leaving his parted lips.
âdon't just stand there.â his deep voice brings you back down to reality. âblow me.â
you place the cake down on the counter (after you blow out the candle) before kneeling in front of felix. he looks down at you. his dominate aura making you feel small and vulnerable but excited.
you can feel the pit of your stomach tingle and bubble with excitement. warmth coating your groin. the tips of your fingers and toes feel electric from the surging feeling of excitement that's mixed in with hormones.
you reach up and slide your hands up and under his t-shirt. his warm skin hugs the tips of your fingers. the sturdiness of his abs flexing and tensing with his stomach moving in time with his breathing.
you feel his smooth skin, tracing his muscles with your fingers. the only thing that isn't smooth, however, is the small, yet noticeable happy trail that runs from his belly button and disappears below his jean waistband.
âmhm..â felix hums softly, your touch giving him goosebumps. you move your hands lower until they come into contact with the rough fabric of his denim jeans.
you look up at him, asking for permission with your eyes to which he gives with a nod of his head.
you unbutton and unzip his jeans slowly, revealing that he is wearing black designer boxer shorts. you notice how his bulge is slowly, but surely, getting bigger with each passing second as he anticipates and waits.
you pull his jeans down to his knees. you press the palm of your hand against his crotch, massaging him slowly. he huffs. his cock twitching against the palm of your hand.
you give him a few gentle squeezes. your touch is too gentle for his liking so he looks down again you with glossy eyes.
âharder.â
you oblige by wrapping your fingers around his clothed length and squeezing, hard. his hips buck slightly and a soft, deep moan falls from his lips.
you feel his warm hand pressing against your cheek as his fingers graze along your jawline before bumping against your bottom lip.
he slowly strokes your lip, chewing on his own.Â
âlook at me.â you look up at him, making eye contact. two of his fingers nudge between your lips, gently pushing past them as you part them.
âgood.â he whispers as his fingers caress your tongue. your brows furrow together, lips wrapping around the two digits as you suck. your saliva coats felix's fingers thoroughly whilst he pushes them further into your mouth until they're fully encapsulated in the warmth of your mouth.
the hand that around his clothed length has slowed down and is now loosely gripping him. your groin feels hot and excited, tingles in your stomach as felix explores the inside of your mouth with his two fingers before pulling them out slowly.
he gives a satisfying âhmâ before instructing you to continue with the nod of his head.
you whimper a little and reach up with both hands, grabbing the waistband of his boxer shorts. your fingertips brush against his hot skin, causing felix to shiver and huff in excitement.
you slowly pull down his underwear, revealing his happy train and v-lines slowly before his erect penis is revealed, bouncing and twitching at the sudden cold air hitting his hot shaft.
felix lets out a small breath of relief. the feeling of being restrained is no longer an issue. his hips buck slightly as you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, stroking it slowly.
you watch the man above you slowly crumble. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking from his slit. his shaft is hot against the palm of your hand, tip red and a few veins protruding along the sides.
your hand glides up and down his penis, rotating at the top. you use the pad of your thumb to gently rub his tip, smearing the pre-cum and making his tip glisten.
the sensitivity gets to felix. his hips rocking a little in your hand against his will, thigh muscles noticeable twitching. his head flops to the side slightly, half-lidded eyes looking down at you and watching your every move.
you lean in and lick the side of his shaft a few times before pressing your tongue against his tip and swiping it several times. his salty pre-cum coats your tastes buds, making you feel more excited.
you rub your thighs together as the heat in your groin is unbearable at this point. you're desperate for some sort of friction and attention but you're too into pleasuring felix. with the way felix is right now, you know he is going to be selfish and chase his own high.
your free hand cups and caresses his balls. felix hums softly as you roll and squeeze them gently in your hand whilst kitten licking his tip.
âcâmon, baby. you know i need more than that.âÂ
you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. felix shudders and huffs a little, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. you gently suckle on his tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times before slowly lowering your head and pushing more of him into your mouth.
the corner of your lips feels stretched, mouth stuffed. you try to make your jaw slack but even that is a struggle with how thick and long felix is.
you struggle to put half of his length in, settling with a little under. you can feel his tip bumping the back of your throat and saliva is quick to accumulate in your mouth.
felix huffs and puffs, body shuddering and twitching. he reaches down and runs his fingers through your hair a few times.Â
you start to bob your head slowly. your hand stroking what your mouth struggles to reach. the head and hand move in synch with each other, providing equally, if not more, pleasure to felix.
he feels the pleasure rushing through his veins and burning. his toes curl against the floorboards and his grip on your hair tightening with each suck as a way to keep him stable and grounded.
���...fuck ⌠baby, m-more..â he pants.
you oblige, increasing speed and intensity. felix's moans become more intense and breathy. his body and mind failing to comprehend the intense feeling of warmth and wetness from your mouth as well as the coolness of your palm.
â... oh fuck.. yes⌠so fucking goodâŚâÂ
this just encourages you even more. you remove your hand and place them both on his thighs for stability. you push your head further down his length until you can feel it down your throat.
you hold back your gag reflex, swallowing a few times to tighten your throat around him. felix lets out a string of incoherent moans and whispers.Â
your jaw hurts. your lips hurts. your knees hurt and you can't breath but listening to felix whimper and crumble makes it all worth.
you feel him twitch in your mouth. his hips thrusting involuntarily. he's a mess and he's close.
his balls are tightening and his body is coated in a thin layer of sweat. the sensitivity of his cock head is overbearing.Â
âdonât stop.. 'm close..â he struggles to say between his moaning. his strangled moans mix in with the sloppy, wet sounds of your mouth.Â
he lowers his head, chin tucked into chest as he whimpers. a string of âfuckâ leaves his lips as he grips onto you. it doesnt take him long. his cock twitches in your mouth, hot fluid coating your tongue and throat.
felix whimpers and whines, huffing and puffing. his body twitches and jerks. you help him ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling away.Â
you look up at him, making eye contact as you swallow. felix shudders and strokes your swollen bottom lip, saliva collecting on the pad of his thumb.
âyou did good, yn.â with felix's help, you rise to your feet. the numb feeling of pain on your knees becoming more noticeable now that your legs are outstretched.
âdoes this mean iâm forgiven?â you mumble. felix nods and strokes your hair gently.
âsorta.â you look at him slightly confused. âmy birthday isn't over just yet, yn.â
âtrue⌠so, what do you want?âÂ
felix takes you by the hand and drags you to the bedroom. he gently throws you onto the bed, stripping himself of his clothing as you lean on your forearms and watch.
âi want so much more.â he purrs as he crawls onto the bed, towering over you and kissing the shell of your ear.
âiâm a greedy man, yn. you should know that a blowjob is not nearly enough to satisfy me.â
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Pick You Up
Summary: Chan comes back from the gym complaining of sore muscles. You offer to give him a massage amongst other things.
Pairing: dom Chan x sub fem reader (soft dom reader for like 2 seconds)
Genre: smutt- this is a 18+ fic, MDNI
Word Count: 2511
Warnings: cursing, hand job, daddy kink, breeding kink, spanking, overstimulation, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), cum swapping/cum eating...I think that's it
Note: This is inspired by Chan's bubble message saying he only works out to pick stay up. After he sent that message my mind went feral and this is the product. I think I wrote this is record speed lol Enjoy!
This is in no way how Chan is in reality. This is just for fun.
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. Šmoonchild9350 (2024)
You knew your boyfriend Chan liked to work out. He goes diligently everyday with Changbin, the two letting their stress out that is built up from busy days in the recording studio by lifting weights. Chan always said he didnât feel like he was muscular, but you knew better. You saw and felt those muscles every night when he would wrap his arms around you as you two fell asleep. Nonetheless, you knew it was hard to change his mind once he thought a certain way.Â
Chan was on his way back from the gym, having given you a call thirty minutes earlier, saying he was going to bring back dinner with him. He walked in the door, kicking off his shoes and setting his gym bag down. He walked over to you and gave you a kiss, as you were sitting on the couch watching TV. He placed the food on the table.
âHey baby girl, I brought dinner. Wanna eat after I shower?â
âYes babe, thatâd be great. Iâm starving!â you replied.
Chan chuckled at this and said, âWell I gotta feed my girl yeah? Sit tight, Iâll be done shortly.â
You nodded at this and watched him walk towards your bedroom. You heard the shower turn on and settled back in to watch your show.Â
Not long after, he came back out. He opened the take out and gave you yours. He took his dish and sat down next to you. While you guys ate, you asked about his gym session. âNot bad, my muscles are killing me though,â Chan responded. You hummed at this and said, âwould you like me to give you a massage?â Chan considered this and agreed with a nod of his head. âWell letâs clear this away and I can start your massage,â you responded. You and Chan dropped the dishes in the kitchen and made the way to your shared bedroom. Â
âGo ahead and sit down Channie,â you said. Chan made his way to the bed and sat on the myriad of blankets littering the bed. You sat behind Chan and started massaging the muscles in his neck. At your touch, Chan sighed, relaxing and leaning back against you. You slowly kneaded your hands into the tight muscles, taking your time. There was silence as you worked, just the sound of the nightlife outside your window.Â
âFeels amazing baby girl,â Chan grumbled out, letting his head fall back against your chest. His eyes fluttered closed and he let off a sigh every now and then as you continued the massage. Once you got to his sides, you took one of your hands and carefully brought it to his crotch. You gently placed your hand on his cock and gave it a light squeeze. Chanâs eyes flew open with your actions. Chuckling, he asked, âWhat are you doing there baby girl?â You shushed him and responded, âJust relax Channie, just want to make you feel good.â At that Chan grinned and relaxed further into you, closing his eyes once more. Â
You began rubbing his clothed cock, giving it a light squeeze every now and then. With each touch, you could feel his cock filling out the space in his shorts. Chan groaned as you gave his cock a hard squeeze. âCan you touch it baby girl? Go ahead and get daddyâs cock out.â You reached your hand into Chanâs shorts and grabbed his cock. It was warm and hard in your hands. You rubbed your hand over his slit, gathering pre-cum, Chan hissing in the process. You moved your hand up and down his shaft at a slow pace, placing wet kisses on his shoulders and neck.Â
 âDoes it feel good Channie?â you whispered. Â
âIt feels more than good baby girl. Keep going, keep stroking daddyâs cock.â You picked up the pace, jerking your hand, gathering more pre-cum to help the glide. Â
Chanâs eyes fluttered at the feeling, sighing out with pleasure, as you worked his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. With each stroke, his breathing kicked up, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He thrusted up his hips, when he felt your other hand reach into his shorts and fondle his balls. Â
âYes baby girl, yes, soâŚso close, donât stop.âÂ
With a hard squeeze of his balls, you whispered, âcum for me daddy.â Â
âFuu.. fuck,â Chan groaned loudly, muscles tensing, as he came hard, cum spurting out all over your hands. You continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop of cum, until Chan was hissing from the overstimulation. You took your hand out of his shorts and licked up his cum, making sure to get every last drop. Â
Chan turned his head and gave you a kiss, tasting the saltiness of his cum on your lips. âItâs daddyâs turn now huh,â Chan whispered against your lips. You nodded yes and kissed him again. Chan guided you to lay down, your head resting on the pillows. He pulled his shorts off before helping you get undressed, tossing the clothes on the floor.Â
Chan grasped your breasts and started to knead them. You shivered as he leaned down and blew on your nipples, causing them to peak. Leaning down, he latched onto and suckled your nipple. You moaned out, running your fingers through Chanâs hair. He switched to your other nipple before trailing his hand down to your pussy. You sighed as he slid his fingers through your folds, teasing you. Gathering up some of your arousal, he brought two fingers to your entrance, sliding them in. He stretched you out with his fingers, dragging them in and out, before curling his fingers upward searching for that spot that drives you crazy. You gasped out and gripped Chanâs hair tighter when he found that spot within you. Chan smiled, as he continued to suck and knead your breast, while stroking your g-spot. You were wiggling around as the pleasure became too much, feeling your high approaching.Â
âStay still babygirl, let me get you there.âÂ
You moaned and stilled your movements, tears pricking your eyes. Chan brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly, as he kept rubbing your g-spot. You were a mess, babbling out, âdaddy, daddy, Iâm close. Can I cum please? Please let me cum, please, please.â Chan cooed at your babbling, giving you a kiss, before saying, âGo ahead and cum, baby girl. Cum for daddy.â Your head flew back on the pillows and you rocked your hips violently as you came around Chanâs fingers, chanting, âdaddy, Iâm cumming, daddy, ahhhh.â Chan continued to rub your clit, as you came down from your high. Â
âYou're daddyâs good girl, hm?â Chan brought his fingers covered in your arousal to your lips, âOpen up baby girl, go ahead and taste yourself.â Â
You opened your mouth, suckling his fingers covered in your arousal, moaning at the taste. You licked every last drop before he pulled his fingers away, giving you a kiss.Â
âGood girl, such a good girl yeah?â Â
You hummed and whined at his praise. âWant your cock. Can I please have your cock daddy?âÂ
âBaby girl, needs my cock? Iâll give you my cock, but weâre going to try something different today, yeah?â
You whimpered at the suggestion, not caring about what he was saying, as long as it led to him burying his cock deep in your pussy. He hummed and gave you a wet kiss before saying âGo ahead and sit up.â Chan made to get off the bed. You were a little confused at his actions, but listened anyway. Â
âDaddyâs gonna lift you up ok.â You cocked your head sideways, âYouâre gonna lift me up?âÂ
âMmmhmm.â Chan walked toward you, âwrap your legs around me baby girl.â You stood up and wrapped your legs around his hips like he instructed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight. Â
 His hands went to grasp your ass, giving it a squeeze. âReady baby girl? Ready for my cock?â You shook your head, âYes daddy, always ready.â Chan took one hand to grasp his cock and slid you down onto it. You moaned at how deep he went in this position. Chan started to bounce you on his cock, nearly hitting your cervix with each bounce. You were lost in pleasure, a babbling mess, chanting âdaddy, daddy, daddy.â Â
Chan looked at his love, watching the emotions flood through your face. âHow does that feel, baby girl? Feel daddyâs cock deep inside?â He walked you backwards so your back could rest against the wall before thrusting hard upwards into your pussy. You wrapped your arms tighter around Chanâs neck, little âah ah ahsâ leaving your lips as Chan pounded into you. You felt close to your high, as with each thrust, Chanâs neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed against your clit.
Chan leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for a heated kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He had sweat dripping down his face, down his back, your pussy just felt that good. Â
âYou know what baby girl? I only workout so I can pick you up. So I can pick you up and pound that sweet, tight pussy of yours. So you can feel me deep insideâŚand fill you up.â Â
You groaned at his confession, âSo strong daddy..ahhh, Iâm close, so close.âÂ
âBaby girl is close? Yeah? Go ahead and let go, let go for daddy.â His dirty words were just what you needed, you let go, letting your orgasm take over, leaning your head back against the wall, and letting out a loud moan. Chan leaned forward and kissed your neck, not stopping with his thrusts. Â
When you finally opened your eyes, Chan gave you a smirk and said, âIâm not done with you yet.â He turned around and threw you on the bed and flipped you onto your hands and knees. He kneaded your ass, spreading apart your ass cheeks before letting some of his spit drip down between your ass. You moaned at the sensation, arching your back further, presenting your pussy for him. Chan brought his hand down, giving your ass a slap before kneading the area to soothe the pain. He repeatedly slapped your ass, listening to you moan which each smack. When he was done, there were red marks where his hand landed, causing him to smirk. âIf only you could see yourself.âÂ
He brought his fingers down to your pussy once more, running them through your folds. You whimpered at his touch, feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm. Despite this, your arousal was steadily dripping down your thighs, and Chan noticed. âNeed my cock again baby? Once wasnât enough for you?â
âNe..need your cock again daddy, please, please, need to be full of you!â
He hummed at this and grabbed his cock. He hissed at his touch, he cock rock hard, needing his release. He brought his tip to your entrance and slammed his cock into you, bottoming out in one thrust. He began pounding into you, without giving you warning. The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis and Chanâs moans resounded throughout the room. Â
Chan grabbed your hands and brought them behind your back, pulling you up to his chest. He continued pounding into you. No sound came out of your mouth, your lips formed into an O, the pleasure beyond amazing. âAre you daddyâs good girl? Letting me use you like this, letting daddy have your pussy in any way he likes.â Â
You couldnât respond right away, lost in the immense pleasure Chan was giving you. You finally found the words after a moment, mumbling âHmmmmm da..daddyâs good girl, yeah, yeah your good girl. Want your cum daddy,â you babbled. What you to fill me up, please fill me up, breed this pussy.â
âYeah? Want daddy to fill you up? Breed you full?â Chan let your hands go, continuing to pound into you as you fell onto the bed, face buried in the pillows, moaning and mumbling. He grabbed your hips, squeezing them, as he rutted into you, feeling his high approaching. âHere ya go baby, hereâs my cum, hereâs daddyâs cum.â He rutted into you one last time, pressing his hips against yours. You felt his cum flood your insides, and whimpered at the feeling. Â
Once Chan came down from his high, he flipped you over onto your back. He took one look at you, tears running down your face, lips red from you biting them, and gave you a kiss. âMy good girl, such a good girl. Let me clean you up, yeah?â Chan scooted down your legs, opening them so he could fit in between them. You could barely register his actions until you felt his hot tongue on your pussy. You squealed at the stimulation, beyond overstimulated. Â
âGotta clean you up baby girl, hold still.â Chan opened your lips with his fingers and lapped at your pussy, licking up both his cum and yours. Your hands went to his hair, pulling at the strands, causing Chan to moan. Between his tongue on your pussy, and the vibrations from his moans, you came hard, your vision going white, hearing fuzzy, and legs spasming. Finally Chan leaned back, mouth covered in both his and your cum. He hovered over you and leaned down to give you a kiss. You latched onto him, tasting his cum and yours on his tongue, moaning at the taste. Â
Chan was the first to break the kiss. He laid down next to you, pulling your limp body into his. âHow are you doin baby girl?â He pressed kisses on your neck and shoulder. You mumbled something, not completely coherent. Chan chuckled and squeezed you tighter to him. âYou did good, so proud of you.â You hummed at his praise and carefully turned your body so you could face him. You gave Chan a kiss and just rested in his embrace. Before you knew it, you started to doze off. Chan nudged you and whispered, âNo falling asleep yet baby, we gotta get you cleaned up, for real this time.â You mumbled what he thought was ok. Â
Chan got up to run a bath. He filled it with your favorite bubble bath and lit the candles you liked. He came back into the bedroom and scooped you up. Once he got to the bathtub, he gently placed you in it. You sighed at the feeling of the warm water on your sore muscles. Chan got in and sat behind you pulling you close to his chest. You snuggled into him, sighing in content in more ways than one. Chan stroked your back gently, pressing a kiss to your head. âWhatâs going through that head of yours hm?âÂ
You hummed and said, âyouâre my strong Channie.â At this Chan chuckled, âI guess so.â You were in thought for a while and then said, âChannie, can we try that again some time?âÂ
Chan looked down at you and smiled, âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
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Astrology notes part ?
I've honestly lost track of it all ಠâ ďšâ ŕ˛
Also a/n : it's very short cause i just wanted to get back into the swing of things. College is sucking my brain juice dry and tbh i barely get the time to come to Tumblr much less make content.
So enjoy đ
⥠Wherever Pluto sits in the chart, it attracts jealousy and irrational emotions. For example, my friend has Pluto in 4th house, the IC is associated with home mother etc. Her mother has expressed multiple times that she's jealous of her, and sees her as a competition to her fathers affections. All of this with no actions on my friend's part.
⥠Mercury dominants or especially geminis they need to stay updated on everything thats happening in their immediate surroundings. The tv show everyone's watching ? Yeah they watch it or atleast watch recaps. The drama or gossip everyone's talking about ? They know the deets on that ish. They have an inner urge to stay connected and relevant.
⥠People always have a negative opinion about saturn. Its a karmic planet and the planet of delays and lessons. Everyone is a bit cautious around the saturn placements of your chart. But imo saturn is a harsh judge yes. But if you understand what its trying to teach you, the lessons then you'll get bountiful returns in the very same endeavours as well. Lets take me as an example, i have saturn in 7th house and my first relationship was abusive and horrible. After that the flings i pursued were all emotionally unavailable men. But once i learnt my lesson and was brave enough to imagine a life without a partner, i was blessed with my current boyfriend. Saturn forces you to confront your worst nightmares, and when you've mastered it it rewards you plenty.
⥠Sun conjunct Mercury is a powerful aspect and it manifests in different ways depending on the house of conjunction, the signs involved in the conjunction etc. But one thing in common between all of them is that these natives will be known for their speech like the way they speak. Whether it be the tone or way of putting things. It'll make people admire them for ghat specific quality and they maybe famous for their speech as well.
⥠Second house rules money, and the ways in which a person can gain money easily. Positive planets in the second house can lead to them retaining the money they make and malefic planets there can point to natives losing money easily. That being said, the planet in 2nd house can point to how they can earn money easily. Neptune in 2nd house can earn money through metaphysical endeavours such as tarot, reiki healing, pranic healing etc.
⥠intercepted houses are a menace in peoples' charts. They will create chaos, confusion and will pull the native In two directions at once.
âĄAries in 4th house or IC were either bullied or were bullies themselves in their childhoods.
⥠People with mars in first house can either have a prominent scar or a mole in their face. This can also apply to people with mars-ascendant aspects whether positive or negative.
⥠Capricorn in 2nd house people have very expensive tastes in clothing and jewellery imo. They like the "classics" - Gucci, Swarovski, Ysl, Louboutins etc. they dress for class rather than for making a statement about themselves. Neither is wrong. I am just suggesting they prefer class over expression.
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Do You Believe in Fate? s.jy
ăpairingă : childhoodbestfriend!jake x afab!reader
ăsynopsisă : read the preview here
ăword countă : 15.3k
ăgenreă : A lot of angst, smut, somewhat fluff, college au
ăwarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!! cursing, lot of nicknames, mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, hangover, poor mental state, kissing, cuddling, alcoholism, toxic friends (not jake), teasing, crying, begging, distress, groping (consentual), unprotected sex, pulling out, loss of virginity, lowkey size kink, oral (m and f recieving), titty sucking, sharing a bath tub, mentions of hospitalizations, implications of potential death, depression. this is a repost
ăauthors noteă : i want to thank everyone for motivating me to finish this story and writing this was truly an experience that will effect me as a writer moving forward. i am tagging all of my mutuals so hopefully i could get some feed back! i love every last one of you
ătaglistă : @jakeflvrz - @simhinata - @eternality - @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby - @jakesangel - @yjwsgf - @diorsyun-deactivated20241118 - @en-ner-jay - @yeonzzzn - @hoonieesm - @hoonheepretty - @jaysupremacy - @cherry-park - @heeslomll - @alvojake - @taeghi - @dollyyuen - @sumzysworld - @wonsbaer - @simpjay - @sjylouvre - @starboimoon - @blurryriki - @yzzyhee - @sincerelyrki - @hoonven - @heeseungsbm
It was the summer before me and Jakeâs junior year of university. We have been working all summer and itâs another other day at the office. Putting in check information for the bank was a lot more boring than I expected . Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat. There was no time to do anything else. We were always told that if we went to college, we would have a good job. That proved to be wrong.Â
Both Jake and I are going through college together, though he landed a way better paying job than I did. When it comes to bills, he ends up having to pay more than me, but he swears up and down that it is not a big deal.
I set down my mug. I hear my phone ring. Itâs Jake. âHello?â he should be at work. âHey Pumpkin, I got out early today, were there any groceries that we needed?â
âOh, no I canât think of anything.â Â âOkay, Stay safe, I will see you later.â
Jake never really got time off of work but when he did, I usually tried to stay out of his hair and let him relax. I just continued to run reports, pretty much twiddling my thumbs until the clock struck 5 and I would make my way out of this hell hole.
Traffic was terrible as usual. A usually 7 minute drive turned into an hour. Days like this I just want to get home and throw all my stuff on the ground and lock myself away in my room. Maybe watch some TV. Or listen to some music while my computer is hooked up to it. Anything that distracts from knowing I have to go back to the job I hate the next day. My thoughts are interrupted by a honk coming from behind me. The light turns green. Thank God. But as soon as I pull away from the curb, a car pulls out in front of me. Damn those stupid drivers. I donât even know how many times this month Iâve had to pull over so they could let someone pass. It isnât worth getting into a fight with them about. I try to ignore them.
I made it back to our house just in time for the sun to still be out. I made way into the house and Jake was in the kitchen. It was an unusual sight. His after work routine typically consists of cracking open a cold one and playing his computer. âHey princessâ he greeted me.
I stand at the front door, taking off my shoes and hanging my keys on the rack. âWhat has you in a good mood all of a suddenâ I ask suspiciously.
âWell since I got off work early, I figured iâd come home and suprise you with dinner since you just been eating so much take out recentlyâ he replied nonchalantly. The thought makes me sick. âYou didnât need to do that Jake.â âOh yes, I did. You havenât been cooking for yourself for a couple months now. I wanted to show you how much your best friend cares about youâ he says.
Reguardless of what I say, the food is made and there is no taking it back. I guess I canât really argue with him over it.
âAnd besides, I know you have missed your mom cooking pasta for us when we would go to her house in Australia, I figured I should make some do you insteadâ he adds.
I slowly approach the table. He is still finishing up plating everything. He looks up at me and smiles. âIt smells goodâ I say flatly. He takes off the oven mitts and wipes his hands on it. He sets my plate down in front of me and he pulls out the chair to my right and takes a seat.
âSo how was your day Jake?â I asked awkwardly. He starts digging in and responds, âNot too bad. What about yours?â
âSame shit different day. Boss is always yelling at me and the company keeps treating me like garbage even though I am the only one who actually gives a fuck.â I complained, eating a piece of garlic toast. It tasted good, surprisingly good, considering the amount of spices he used.
âWell I am glad itâs Friday so you can take some time to unwind over the weekendâ he attempts to comfort me but at this point iâm too tired.
âI guess.â I poke at my food a little bit. Why does Jakeâs job seem so perfect? he easily makes twice as what I make and I rarely hear him complain about working either.
âYou donât have to eat if you donât want to, I am not going to force you.â I guess Jake noticed me being hesitant about eating the rest of my meal.
âItâs not that I donât want to eat itâs just that Iâm really stressed and I donât want to keep you here listening to me complain about the same things over and over againâ
âLook at meâ he said. I slowly lift my head for my eyes to meet with his. âI promise I will never get tired of listening to youâ he reassured.
There he goes again, sending those butterflies flapping in my stomach. I donât understand why he is so gentle and compassionate. It gives me goosebumps. I decide I might as well stop procrastinating and start enjoying the evening. âThank youâ I say, giving him a small smile. His face immediately lit up. Itâs kind of cute. The rest of dinner went rather smoothly. Jake kept the conversation going, mostly talking about my day and what his was about, and then we would drift off into silence. He looked so relaxed and calm that I felt completely at ease. Even if I knew I should feel bad for keeping him up with my whining, I couldnât bring myself to.
I stand up from the table and wash my plate. âI donât know if anyone told you today, but you look gorgeous as alwaysâ he sneaks up behind me. âYou donât look too bad your self Jakeyâ I returned. My face was already a dark hue of red.
I decided maybe tonight I wonât rot away in my room. Itâs a Friday night, Iâll have a little bit of fun. Still inside the house though. It is probably too cold outside anyway. I realize I am still in my work clothes. I return to my room to take them off and throw on my most comfortable pair of shorts and a talk top and take my Nintendo Switch to the living room.
Jake was already waiting there for me. He had a bottle of wine and 2 empty glasses. He looked up when I entered and smiled. I gave a shy smile and sat down next to him. He pulled me closer to him, pressing himself against me. Our legs intertwined under the couch. For a moment I forgot about the work situation and the world. In that moment it just felt nice to sit close to someone who cared for me unconditionally.
âWhat were you wanting to play?â he breaks the silence. âI was thinking we could play some Mario Kartâ I suggested.
âYeah we can, but you already know Iâm gonna kick your assâ. He loves teasing me. I punched his shoulder and chuckled.
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He is in my bed. I just woke up and he is in my bed. I donât know how to react. Maybe I drank a little too much? I really donât remember anything after playing a few rounds of Mario Kart. He looks so peaceful. His dark brown hair all tangled up on the pillow. The way his biceps look in his black tank top. He doesnât snore, but the way he breathes when he sleeps is very cute. There is a slight hint of stubble on his chin, almost like he hasnât shaved in awhile. His lips are slightly parted. His face shows such contentment and relaxation. He looks so damn beautiful. I have to admit he is pretty attractive and I think he knows it. And I canât help but wonder about what would happen if I leaned forward and kissed him. His soft lips pressed up against mine. I think it would be okay. Probably wouldnât hurt. Scratch that, it would probably hurt a lot.
I woke up surprisingly early for a Saturday morning. Usually I am in bed until noon, but itâs only 9:30. Opposite of me, Jake likes to start his weekends bright and early, so it is a bit strange that he isnât awake by now. I wonât bother him. Itâs probably better this way. I roll over onto my side facing away from him. I close my eyes trying to fall back asleep. But it seems to be impossible. My mind is too preoccupied and Jakeâs body is far too close to mine for my liking. I groan quietly. It doesnât help at all.
I crawl out of bed, doing my best not to wake Jake up. As soon as I step out of the room, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Itâs my mom. I guess I hadnât returned and of her texts last night. She asks if I have slept okay and if Iâve eaten breakfast. When she sees I havenât. She sends me a picture of the last time I was at her house eating spaghetti. âJust eat something sweetheart and take care of yourselfâ she reminds me gently. I sigh deeply before replying. âMhmm thanks momâ I set my phone down on the kitchen counter and rummage through the fridge, hoping to find something appetizing for breakfast. As I search, I can't stop thinking about waking up next to Jake this morning. We've been best friends for so long, but recently I've started seeing him in a new light. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, how considerate he is, it stirs up the feelings I've been trying to suppress. I shake my head slightly and settle on making some eggs and toast.
As I cook, memories of last night come flooding back. The wine, the laughter, the gentle way he pulled me close on the couch as we played games. My heart flutters just thinking about how natural and right it felt being cuddled up next to him. But I can't read too much into it. Jake is my oldest friend, he probably sees the intimacy as purely platonic. The sizzle of the eggs brings me back to reality. I quickly plate the food and grab a mug of coffee before heading to the living room. I'll just relax and enjoy this lazy Saturday morning.
I'm about halfway through my breakfast when I hear Jake's footsteps shuffling down the hallway. He emerges, hair sticking up adorably, letting out a big yawn. "Mornin' sunshine," he says with a sleepy grin. I feel my cheeks warm at the nickname. "Morning. I made some extra if you want it," I reply, nodding toward the kitchen. "You're the best." Jake passes over to dish up a plate, giving me a perfect view of his lean back muscles stretching against his thin t-shirt. I quickly avert my eyes as he returns to the couch. As he sits next to me, our arms brush and I feel that spark of electricity again.
Jake doesn't seem to notice, just digs into his eggs happily. We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he speaks up again.
"That was a fun night last night, wasn't it?" His eyes meet mine with a warm smile. "We'll have to do it again soon." I return the smile, hoping he can't see the longing behind it. "Yeah, it was really nice." Nice to just relax and be ourselves without any expectations or pressures. Nice to feel...that close to him.ââââââââââââââââ
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Jake has a friend named Jay. When Jake isnât at work or at the house, he is most likely hanging out with Jay. Jay is a go with the flow kind of guy and was kind of a womanizer. Thereâs nothing wrong with it, but I try not to hang out with Jake when Jay is there for that reason.
Jake and Jay always go out for drinks on Saturday nights. I canât remember the last time he was home on a Saturday night and I didnât have to take care of him the next morning. He routinely stays at Jayâs house that night then gets an Uber back here the next morning.
Jake and Jay's Saturday night routine carried on like clockwork most weekends. Around 9 PM, Jay would pick Jake up and they'd head to their usual bar downtown. The two friends would drink heavily, telling outrageous stories and shamelessly checking out any attractive women who passed by.
For Jake, it was just a guys' night out away from work stress. But for Jay, it was a chance to flirt and see if he could add another notch to his bedpost. Jake didn't partake in that behavior himself, but he also didn't reproach Jay for it. He figured it was just Jay's way.
Come last call, the two would be pretty sloshed. Instead of dealing with an Uber that late, Jake would just crash at Jay's place. He'd wake up hungover the next morning and request a ride from a car service back home.
When he arrived home disheveled, I'd already have water and painkillers ready for him. I hated having to nurse him after these nights, but it was better than having Jay's leering presence around me. His constant objectification of women made me deeply uncomfortable. So I put up with Jake's hangovers to avoid that part of their friendship dynamic.ââââââââââââââââ
Jake opens the front door. I can hear him complaining about his headache already. He sets his keys down and immediately lays down in the couch.
"Hey babygirl, where is the aspirin? Do we have any aspirin left?" he asks groggily. A small chuckle escapes my lips before I turn around to look at him, smiling slightly. âI already got it out for you, and here is a glass of waterâ. His eyes are closed as I place the pills in his hand and he smiles once they make contact. âThank you so much for taking care of me princess.â he praises as he shot the tablets into his mouth.
I giggle. This man is ridiculous. A loud yawn escapes his lips and I smile. As much as I hate seeing him like this, I am content with letting him have his fun every once in a while. His shirt is buttoned incorrectly, showing off his muscular chest. I look back at his face. His eyes were opened and he noticed me staring.
âWhatâs wrong Princess?â he slurs. âDo I look stupid or something?â âNo Jake, you look greatâ I reply truthfully. âYou just looked a little tired is all.â
Jake rolls over on the couch and turns onto his side. âI know youâre going to tell me I should rest more, but itâs so hard to sleep when youâre not in the same room.â
âReally? You usually fall asleep within seconds. Why is that?â He shrugs. âDonât know babe. Just donât like being alone.â I frown. Thatâs true enough. Jake never really liked being by himself. Ever since we were in diapers, he had always been surrounded by people. His parents, coworkersâŚme.
I decide to ask something rather personal instead. Maybe that will distract us for a while. âHowâs your mom doing lately? Do you miss her?â Jake doesnât respond right away. He starts fidgeting under my gaze. His hands begin picking at a loose thread on the couch cushion.
âYeah, yeah. I miss her. I wish she wouldnât be working so much now. She used to work less back when we were high school, you know? I still get worried sometimesâ he answers with a slight edge in his voice. âItâs okay Jake. You know she likes working for your dad. It helps pay for everythingâ I remind him softly. He nods slowly. After a few moments, he finally breaks the silence.
âWhy do you ask?â I guess he was caught off guard by the question. âI know itâs been a while since youâve seen them, Australia isnât in walking distance, ya know.â I try to cheer him up.
He sighs and looks down at the couch. âI guess I just wish I was able to spend more time with her like I did when I was younger. It doesnât matter though.â He shakes his head dismissively. âSheâll come visit whenever she can. Iâm just glad we both decided to live somewhere else for college. I would definitely have missed our family trips.â
âOhâŚâ I bite my lip unsure what to say to comfort him. Heâs always taken his mother very seriously. Even when he was young he often complained that she worked too hard and stressed herself out, which only made him madder. In all fairness, she did work extremely hardâeven harder than he ever could. And now that she has found some semblance of stability, he worries that he wonât be able to provide for her the lifestyle he wanted for her.
I reach out and pat Jake's arm reassuringly. "I know how much you miss your mom. But she's doing what she needs to in order to help take care of the bills and your dad. You know she'd be here if she could."
Jake nods slowly. "Yeah, you're right. I just wish there was more I could do from here, instead of feeling so helpless being so far away. I know my dad would want me there as well" He runs a hand through his tousled hair. "At least I have you around. Don't know what I'd do. You kinda of bring a feeling of home to me. I hope that made sense.â
I feel my cheeks flush a little at his words. "Well, you know I'll always be here for you," I reply, trying to keep my tone light.
âThank you sweet heart.â
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Our parents went to University together. Thatâs how they met. My mom met Jakeâs mom in a sociology class, and they have been best friends ever since. Being college bestfriend basically guarantees that your kid will have someone to grow up with, and they took advantage of that. He has litterally been there for every life event my mom felt was important enough to let him in on.
Though we didnât become friends by choice, we were latched onto eachother ever since we were introduced. I remember I would ball my eyes out when even Jake got sick because it meant I couldnât hang out with him after school or have play dates on the weekends. As we grew up, the situations werenât as innocent. I would confide in him when I was upset, and he would hold me in his arms after my nightmares. I even found comfort in him after my numerous hearts breaks in highschool. Though none of my relationships were ever that serious, I was still unmistakably heartbroken.
Jake was never really a ladies man in highschool, or in general. He studied more on acedemics, which I guess was a good idea considering where he is now. Although Iâd never said anything about it, his dating career was pretty dead for several years. In my opinion, it seemed unfair to Jake to not go on dates after highschool. While I understood why he wasnât interested, it seemed a waste not to try. After all, Iâm sure he could get any chick he wanted if he tried, I mean look at him. He had grown from a cute kid playing video games to one who had a perfect body and gorgeous features to match. So yeah, I loved that he was a boy and my friend. But there was no way I could give myself completely to such a man, especially with our history.
Jake is a lot different when Iâm around, a lot more caring and loving. Iâm reminded of all those times when I would find Jake crying when we came back from vacation during our sophomore year, or how he would suddenly appear at my room door at 5am looking for reassurance or help. At the time, I thought it was because he needed someone to talk to about the things troubling his mind, but now that I think about it , itâs kind of obvious heâs lonely. His dad has been in and out of the hospital recently. I donât really want to push Jake into going into detail about his condition because it might make him emotional, but I just know that it is another thing that is weighing on him.
When I first started seeing him more and more recently, I thought maybe he wanted us to become closer friends. I mean, he was always talking about how much he adores spending time with me, and how grateful he is to me for saving him and bringing him back to life. I think the situation with his parents are weighing down on him more than I realize.
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The rhythmic tapping of rain against the window pane fills the hushed stillness of my bedroom. I lie awake, Jake's sleeping form curled up beside me, his head pillowed on my chest. His eyebrows are furrowed even in slumber, mouth turned down in a soft frown - the worry lines etched across his features never seem to fully fade these days. Gently, I brush some stray locks of hair off his forehead, my thumb tracing over the crease between his brows. Jake's been carrying the entire weight of his family's struggle on those broad shoulders.
A quiet sigh escapes his lips and he burrows deeper into my side, one arm slinging possessively over my waist. We've been a tangle of limbs like this more nights than not recently. After the latest bout of bad news about his dad, Jake sought me out like a man wandering through the desert in desperate need of water. I remember the rawness in his voice as he begged to stay in his room, to be held and comforted, the same way I always have. Whatever Jake needs from me, he'll never be turned away.
Trailing my fingers through Jake's hair, I allow myself to drink in every detail of him in this rare moment of peace. The slight upturn of his perfectly sloped nose. The way his plump lips are parted just enough to allow shallow puffs of breath to ghost across my skin. He really is beautiful in the most masculine, rugged way. Not that I'd ever say that out loud - it would be mortifying if Jake caught me ogling him like some lovesick fool. Then again, I've been a lovesick fool for the better part of a decade when it comes to him.
Lost in the flow of my thoughts, I don't even register the soft snuffling noises at first. It's only when Jake's eyelashes start fluttering that I glance down to find him blinking up at me groggily. Without a word, he shifts until his head is cradled in the crook of my neck, placing a slow, scorching kiss to the exposed skin of the side of my neck.
The world seems to screech to a halt. That...was definitely intentional. Purposefully intimate. There's no way it was an accident or a brief moment of sleep-hazy confusion. Not with the way Jake's pupils are blown wide, his lips parting to reveal the tip of his tongue darting out to wet them instinctively.
Just as quickly as the spark ignited, Jake seems to deflate, burying his face into the juncture of my neck and shoulder with a muffled whimper. His hands are fisting in the fabric of my sleep shirt, clutching me with a white-knuckled grip like I'm his lifeline back to the surface. Like if he doesn't hold on, he might drown. "Hey hey heyâŚ" I gently stroke the length of his spine calming him. "You're okay now, everything is alright, relax..." Jake's breathing gradually slows. Gradually, he begins to relax, his fingers slackening their death grip in my shirt.
A few moments pass in silence before he lifts his head and looks directly at me. His eyes are slightly bloodshot, probably from all the crying. Theyâre red and glassy, a stark contrast to his usually flawless complexion. "Sorry," he murmurs. I shrug slightly. "Don't apologize." After a few sniffles, I feel his breathing become more consistent and his face is dry. He starts to do that cute breathing that I talked about. After I realized that he has met some sort of peace and fell asleep, I fell asleep soon after.
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The morning light filters in through the cracks of my blinds, shining over Jake's sleeping body in a soft glow. My eyes trace the line of his jawbone, the gentle rise and fall of his bare chest as he breathes. He looks so tranquil like this.
Jake smells so fucking good. If I could lay on his chest and take it his scent all day, I really would. Not to mention his face is extremely handsome. He has the face that other guys wish they had. Itâs very obvious he takes care of himself.
I can't stop replaying that moment from last night over and over in my mind. The heat of Jake's lips pressing against the skin of my neck. Part of me was desperate to surge forward then and seal my mouth over Jake's, to finally give in to the magnetic pull that's been drawing me to him.
But I didn't. I couldn't. Because I'm also terrified of what exploring these feelings could mean for our relationship.
Losing him isn't an option I can fathom. And he seemed to make the same choice in that moment by turning away, burying his face against my neck with a whimper that could have been either anguished or relieved.
We're cowards, the two of us. Content to dance around the fire instead of being set ablaze
Part of me wonders if Jake was hoping for something in return. Maybe a kiss? Maybe he did it to show it trust and comfort for me. He knows what he is doing. The moment his lips touched my neck, my whole body shivered. I wanted more but I contained myself.
My body still hums with the memory of his kiss, nerves tingling with equal parts of dread. I want to reach out and trail my fingertips over the golden skin of his forearm, to breathe him in and see if he tastes how I've imagined on my tongue.
How many more moments like last night can I survive before the truth comes out? I don't have the answers. All I know is that I'm still undeniably his - body, mind and heart.
It has been too many nights where I imagine his lips against mine. The way he chills my spine when whispers in my ear makes me crave hearing his voice. I wonder what he would be like in a relationship with me, he treats me like a princess already, I donât know how much better it could get.
My mind drifts to memories of him holding me tight when I was upset, his muscular arms engulfing me in a warm embrace. The feeling of safety and contentment that would wash over me in those moments. If I could experience that every night by his side, it might just be pure bliss.
I fantasize about waking up intertwined with Jake, our legs tangled together as we trade kisses and touches unhurried by the outside world. Combing my fingers through his bed hair while he peppers light kisses along my jawline.
Maybe there could be slowmake-out sessions on the couch, all heated caresses and desperate roaming hands before things inevitably progress further. I would lavish every sculpted line of Jake's body with devoted attention. I imagine he would be an attentive, generous lover, just as giving in the bedroom as he is in every other aspect of his life.
I also canât get over the mental hurdle that maybe it is kind of gross that I see my bestfriend this way. I could easily mistake all of the kind things he does and how he treats me as something more than what he intends it to be, and that would make me uneasy. I have never done anything sexual with him and anything that would imply sexual attraction, yet I am still here wondering what it is like to have sex with him.
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I really need to get my feelings sorted out soon because they are just going to keep building up until they eventually burst, and I really donât want Jake to witness that.The week went the same again. and again. and again. Wake up, go to work, do nothing after. But recently, Jake got a promotion at his job, which was grounds for celebration.
The local diner is busy with the lunch crowd, the air thick with aromas of burgers sizzling on the griddle and fresh baked pie. Jake and I slip into our usual corner booth, the cracked vinyl cushions molding to our forms like old friends. This place has been our go to spot since we started university here. We've shared so many moments in this very booth over the years. Happy celebrations or acing a big exam.
Which is why the thick tension clouding the air between us right now feels so alien. Instead of our usual easy camaraderie, I can barely look at Jake without my pulse kicking up. The memory of his firm chest brushing mine, those plush lips just a table length away, has my skin flushing hot. I squeeze my thighs together secretly, desperate for any kind of friction to alleviate the slow burn of arousal low in my belly.
Just being this close to Jake is enough to have that want unfolding all over again. Filling my head with flashes of how it could feel to finally give in - his weight blanketing me, our bodies moving together in a sinuous rhythm as his mouth trails searing kisses along my neck. "Hey." Jake's low rumble jolts me out of the vivid fantasy.
"You're zoning out, sweetheart. Everything okay?" My cheeks flame darker, that suddenly seems too intimate. I duck my head, but not before catching the unmistakable smirk curling at the corners of Jake's lips. That insufferable, cocky smirk he knows drives me crazy. I want to kiss it off his stupidly perfect face. Or maybe bite at the sharp line of his jaw, put that arrogant look to better use while I'm straddling his lap and--
"Fine," I mumble, hooking a loose strand of hair behind my ear to avoid meeting Jake's eyes. The small movement causes our elbows to brush together on the tabletop. His skin is so soft. Jake's brow furrows, like he doesn't miss the way I've gone tense and flustered all over again. Before I can blink, his hand is covering mine. Those long fingers tenderly stroking along my knuckles, smoothing over my suddenly clammy skin.
Slowly, purposefully, Jake tugs my hand closer until my palm is cupping his scruffy jaw. I suck in a sharp, shaky breath at the contact, at being able to feel the rasp of his five o'clock shadow against my sensitive skin. Jake holds me there for a moment, those meltingly warm eyes boring into mine like he's trying to read my mind.
Then, in the most tempting act of torture imaginable, Jake presses his lips to my wrist in the barest brush of mouth against pulse point. I swear I could die right then and there. He slowly pulls away, looking up to meet my eyes once again. Our gaze meets, intense and lustful, filled with a hunger that only he knows how to create. This feels so wrong, so dangerous. The fact he's staring down at my lips, licking his subconsciously causes a slight hitch in my breathing. A tiny part of me wants to lean forward and press my lips to his. But I stop the impulse with the thought of what we did last night, and the consequences of getting caught again.
Instead, I let out a sigh and break eye contact before pulling my hand away and placing my elbow on the table. I rub my thumb across my wrist absentmindedly while avoiding Jake's gaze, the words I want to say stuck somewhere inside my throat like rocks. There isn't anything I can do. What I have with Jake is different now. I'm scared shitless to tell him how I truly feel.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Jake asks, worry laced into his tone. He places a hand on my thigh, making me jump slightly. âItâs nothing, reallyâ I lied. The server comes over to the table to take our order. âWhat could I get started for you to drinkâ he says.
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Our meal goes by normally, Jake pretending that he had done nothing earlier. Afterward, we head home, the silence thickening the further into town we get. Thereâs nothing for me to say, no reason to prolong this conversation Iâm dreading anymore. He must sense my sudden change of mood. He drops his arm from around my shoulders and lets his hand fall limply back onto his knee.
We walk silently in the direction of our house. Neither of us speaking. Itâs almost as if weâre both waiting for the other to make the first move. I have an overwhelming urge to turn to him and kiss him.
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I canât stop thinking about Jake. He is the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. Over the past few weeks, I feel like he has become a lot more touchy, which donât really mind. He smiles for a little longer when we eat together. We have slept in each others room a lot more often than before. I may just be over analyzing it.
Jake is going out with Jay again. As usual, I donât plan on him coming home tonight, and I will wake up to a hungover Jake. Jay isnât really the friend to take care of you when you feel ill, so that responsibility is left on me.
I hate to admit, but when Jake isnât home for a night, I fight the urge to sleep in his bed. I have been sleeping in his bed with him so often that it leaves me in withdrawal when we arenât in the same bed.
Just being in his room, his scent diffused in the air, it makes me miss him so much more. Even without thinking about the fact that it is his room, the bed is so much more comfortable than mine, which is all the better reason to sleep there.
I walk in, already in my shorts and t-shirt, and wonder around. He has the picture of us that his mom took when we were first leaving for Korea framed on his nightstand.
I pick it up and examine it closely. It is the one photo where we didnât appear stiff. I remember the day clearly; I was standing with him, grinning broadly. I never expected to smile so much when I was young, but my memories of our trip leave a bright happy feeling inside my stomach.
I set the photo back down and I lift the blanket from the corner of the bed. I slide into the bed, laying on his side like I usually do when he isnât here. I instantly melt into the sheets. I scroll on my phone whilst fighting my eyelids to stay awake, but eventually I fall asleep prematurely.
Jake usually keeps his room pretty cool, which calls for cuddling closely under the blankets. In the middle of my sleep, I am shot awake when my cold limbs are instantly warmed by an unexpected sensation. Why was Jake home?
Jake continues to get comfortable under the blanket, not even batting an eye at the fact that I was just sleeping in his bed. I pull him closer by his waist to fulfill the rest of the warmth that my body craves.
âWhy are you shivering sweetheart, you could have turned on the heater.â he worries.
âI wanted the temperature to be tolerable when you got back in the morningâ such a stupid explanation. âSpeaking of, why are you here right now? what happened to Jayâs?â I questioned, completely forgetting how we got into this situation in the first place.
âJay was feeling ill so we called it a night pretty early, I only got three shots down.â
Jake runs a lazy finger over my hip bone and leans in to nuzzle the crook of my neck. Shit. Heâll notice the way I react to his touches and I wonât be able to explain myself. Fuck.
âI thought I would come to my room and catch up on sleep but look what we have here insteadâ he says with that stupid smirk on his face.
âOh- oh Iâm sorry.â I slowly pull away from him to make way back to my room. âNo babe, please donât go, I want you to stayâ he begs while keeping our fingers latched to keep our extended arms together. He then latched his hand around my wrist to slowly pull me back down to his level on the bed. Itâs all happening too fast. He uses the same hand to comb his fingers through the strands at the bottom of my hair on the back of my head, and keeps his hand there entangled. He uses his hand to guide my head into a sensual kiss. He gently pressed his lips against mine. So plump, so dreamy. I reciprocated the kiss instantly, matching his pace and moving our lips in sync so perfectly. The way our lips intertwined so naturally gave me actual chills.
After giving me what I have dreamt about for years, he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva to connect our lips. He looks into my eyes, his pupils as voids. âPlease stayâ he whispers again. I nod dumbly, my brain still short circuiting as Jake bites is bottom lip. Heâs so fucking beautiful, my eyes are practically burning holes into his lips.
His fingers gently run over my cheekbone, lingering on my jawline, tracing along my nose. âHow did I ever deserve someone as beautiful as you?â he murmurs. His voice is full of admiration and love and affection. He trails his fingers along my jaw, pausing to lightly graze my collar bone, making goosebumps erupt across my skin. The heat radiating off Jakeâs body is practically burning me alive.
Without thinking about it for a second longer, I close the gap between our lips again. We moved in sync, in harmony. It feels like my lips were only made to kiss his. He rests his free hand on the side of my face and uses it as grip to deepen the kiss. Kissing him I had a sense of saftey. The longer our lips were together, the more open I was to his attempts at adding tongue into the mixture. It was a sloppy wet mess, but is all I have ever wanted.
I slide my hand between out warm bodies and feel across his obvious bulge in his boxers. He instantly let out a groan when I took his imprint into my palm. I stroked it gently as we continued with intertwined tongues. His grunts and breathlessness was insanely arousing.
It was clear that we were both extremely sleepy. After a few more minutes of kissing, we eventually pulled away, with no words spoken.
I try my best to hold in my moans as the warmness travels up my body like lava. He stops tracing my collarbone to trail his hands up the side of my body, stopping to stroke a line of soft kisses along the side of my neck.
My hands grasp tightly at the material covering Jakeâs shoulder blades and I use that leverage to get back under the blankets with him. We both face eachother, with our legs crossing randomly over one another. He once again rests his head in the crook of my neck, leaving a kiss like he did once before. Only this time, I know his true intention.
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The fall semester is starting back up again. Junior year, both is our schedules are jammed packed with upper division classes. Having to balance so many classes and still having to work to keep up with the bills for the house, Jake and I hardly see each other. Even though I love spending every single day with him, I feel like Iâm living with a ghost whenever I see his empty seat. When I wake up every morning to find him gone, my heart starts to ache. It hurts knowing that we might not spend as much time together. I know that the sooner that this semester ends, the easier everything will be.
The end of the semester wasnât going to be soon though, itâs barely September. Iâve decided to try and set a study date with Jake and make sure nothing was overlapping the times. We eventually agreed apon Thursday night after he got off of his afternoon job. Maybe around 8 oâclock. I was getting a head start on my Statistics work before he showed up because I knew it would take me a while. He eventually showed up close to 8:30.
I had my headphone covering my ears, shoulders slumped over my desk, and he comes up behind me and take my shoulders in his hands and sensually massages. âAh thank youuuu~~~ my muscles are tightâ I jumped at the unexpected pressure. He drives his thumbs a little bit deeper into my blades and slides his straight arms down my stomach for a hug. âI missed youâ he griped with puppy dog eyes, resting his head on my shoulder. I take off my headphone and hold both of his forearms and pull him deeper into this awkwardly positioned hug.
After a few seconds he pulls away and grabs out his bag with his laptop, and runs to his room to grab his chair to pull up next to mine. I was still seated, watching, unable to take my eyes off him. He settles himself and puts the laptop on his knees in front of him. He opens his notebook, and turns the page to the worksheet for this month. My fingers naturally find their way to his back and scratch gently while he looks over his work. They made their way up his clothed back and into his hair and I ran them through this tangled hair. He let out a sigh of fufillment and he allows himself self to close his eyes to fully take in the relaxing feeling. He breaths in deeply and slowly, taking in my coconut scent.
âFuck itâ he says under his breath.
He turns in my directed and crashed his lips into mine with no hesitation. He wraps his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I was startled at the quick change in plans but my lips soon melted into his and I was under his control. My tongue dances along his bottom lip, asking for entrance as he obliges and gives access. He lifts me from my chair and pulls me over to straddle his thighs.
He guides his lips to mine again, running his hands down my back as he pushes me lower into his lap. I wrap my legs slightly around his waist for some sense of support. The sensual make out and lap straddling goes on and on, until he breaks away slightly to speak, âYou can move if you want sweetheartâ.
He reconnects our lips and I find myself needing any sort of friction to ease the pressure building between my legs. Subconsciously grinding my core over his thigh slowly. I bite down on his lower lip causing him to suck on my tongue immediately as a response. God, he tastes so good, like the cocoa butter lip balm I got him for his birthday.
I continue grinding over his thighs picking up the aggressiveness, as he continues to run his hands through my hair. âFeeling desperate, darling?â he teases, smirking as he tries to pull me back into a kiss. âShut upâ I harden my fist and hit the front of his shoulder. He always finds a way to tease me. He chuckles as we connect our lips once again.
He slides both of his hands under my thighs stands up from his chair, and I wrap my legs around his body as he carries me to the bed. He slowly lays me down on my back with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He doesnât break the kiss but as soon as he sets me down, I can feel his erection bulging through his pants rubbing against me sweet spot. We stop kissing momentarily as he looks at me, with lust filled eyes. He lets one of his hands rest on my chest, while the other traces along the side of my neck to my chin, tilting my head upward and pressing his forehead against mine. âLook at how gorgeous you are right now,â he says with pure adoration. âI canât help myself when Iâm with you.â A sudden surge of desire hits me and my hands grip his hips tighter as he starts to trail kisses on my jawline. I can feel an undeniable wetness spreading in my panties. I am becoming desperate.
I placed my hands at the bottom of his shirt and began lifting it up, but he finished the job and lifted it over his head and threw it to the side. I have seen Jake shirtless a million times over but this time is different. It feels more intimate than the last ones I have seen. I felt my throat tighten as my eyes were drawn to his chest which looked absolutely flawless. âSo beautifulâ I whisper and I trace my fingers over his abs and chest. His body looks perfectly carved and sculpted by a god. âItâs all for you, babyâ he cooed.
I reach my arms around his back and gently dig my nails into his skin as he continues to kiss me. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, revealing my breasts. I wasnât wearing a bra since I had been home all afternoon, and I definitely wasnât expecting this. As soon as he sees them, he takes one of them in his hand. He holds my right breast in his palm and gently rubs it between his thumb and index finger.
His gaze remains focused on my chest as his mouth begins to travel down, taking his time to enjoy each and every piece of my body. He stops to give me another kiss before placing his lips on my nipple. He sucks on my nipple whilst his teeth nipped at my flesh, causing me to moan lowly. I grabbed his hair pulling him closer to me. I grind my pelvis onto his dick, eliciting a groan and he removes his mouth, making a âpop�� sound, to look at his next target intensely. He took my other breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple and softly sucking, making me arch my back and having a moan escape my lips. Jake trails his hands down my waist while keeping his mouth latched to me.
His fingers went into the top of my sweatpants and I stopped him. âI have never done this beforeâ I admitted. âDo you want me to stop?â he questions. How could I ever want him to stop? He is the only person I have ever imagined losing my virginity to. That aside I simply answer âNo, Jakey, I trust youâ
He continues to pull me pants down and off my legs and throws it to the side like he did with the other articles of clothing. He licks up my neck and comes to my ear. âI have never done this either, we can learn togetherâ he whispered. Hearing this made my noticibly more wet, the way he whispers into my ear raises every single hair on my body. The thought of us having our first times with each other made this whole so much more meaningful and made me a lot less hesitant.
The only thing I have left on are my black panties and Jake looks like he is a man with a mission. I grab his bulge through his jeans and gently massage. He becomes a groaning mess as I palm his desperate tip. He is barely even able to keep his lips a decent distance apart for me to kiss him. âFuuuck your hand feels so goodâ I take my other hand to start unbuckling his jeans, which he seems to have no problem with.
I pulled the belt off and unbuttoned his jeans and pulls them down, to where he took them all the way off. All he has left is his boxers. I can clearly see the imprint of he large cock through the thin fabric. I furrowed my eyebrows. âDoes it look too big?, we can stop now if we need toâ he questioned, seeing the fear on my face. I gulped and said âNo, I can take it.â
I continued stroking through his boxers and he moved my panties to the side and rubbed gently on my folds. I gasped at the feeling. The better it started to feel, the less and less I was able to focus on Jake and more on myself. He had me wrapped around his finger. No amount of masturbating could compare to the way he is making me feel within these few minutes.
He slid his fingers down my clit and inserted one. He pumped it in and out until I felt that I was ready for more. Then 2. It hurt a little more but I slowly got used to it. He leaned his head down while his fingers still stuffed me and started leaving kisses on my clit. For having so little experience, he worked his finger and tongue like a professional. The way his tongue danced across my sensitive bud made my body shutter, and I couldnât keep my mouth shut.
âI love the sounds of your whimpersâ he moaned against my clit teasing me. I couldnât even respond. My breathing quickened, and the more his fingers fucked me, the more I could tell how wet I was getting. I whimpered again and I gripped his hair signaling how good he was making me feel. âIt tastes just as sweet as I imaginedâ he praised. He has imagined this before? What else has he imagined?
His fingers slowed down and he slipped two inside of me simultaneously. My hips bucked up and I let out a small gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He continued working his fingers inside of me. He was eating like a man who hadnât seen a meal in a week.
âI want to taste you now.â I protest, pulling his face up for a kiss. His eyes look like he is drunk as his tongue swirled with mine and he gave me a slow deep kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, then bit me, and finally opened his mouth and licked my tongue with his. He pulls away and allows me to pull his boxers past his hips and onto the ground. His dick sprung out. God, it was a lot thicker than I imagined.
I take the base of it and put my lips against the tip, swirling my tongue around. His muscular hand combs through the top of my hair and gently grips it as I begin to take more of his length in my mouth. I could feel it sliding smoothly in and out of my throat. His grip on my hair tightens and he guides me to take more in moderation. âGod yes baby, thatâs itâ he encouraged. I looked up at him, the room filled with breathy moans and he couldnât keep his mouth shut. I felt the waves of his voice vibrating through my lips as he spoke, causing goosebumps to erupt across my entire body. I could feel my juices flowing through my pussy and down my belly.
I continue sucking him until he is almost completely buried inside my mouth. He leans down placing his lips beside my ear. âI donât think I can hold out much longerâ he whispers, making me smile.
He slowly pulls himself out of my mouth and lifts me back onto the bed. I use my arms to cover my chest, I am a little nervous. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. âDonât hide yourself, you look perfect darlingâ he said proceeding to take my tongue in his mouth. God this man loves using his tongue. I have never felt this type of intimacy before, and to think I am covering that ground with my bestfriend, was not how I thought it was going to go to say the least.
He brushes his tip in between my folds, spreading my wetness around. âAre you sure you want to keep going? We can stop here, just say the words and I will stopâ âPlease keep goingâ I am practically begging. He seems to enjoy my obvious desperation. He guide the tip in slowly, trying not to overwhelm me. He goes in a little deeper. I wince in pain. âAh baby go a little slowerâ I pleaded. I didnât want him to stop but it was definitely starting to hurt. He held the same spot for a few more seconds, then slowly pushed more in. I have gotten used to the stinging, as it slowly turns to pleasure.
âShit princess, youâre so fucking tightâ Jake praises. He was getting lost in his own world since he has never felt a warm pussy wrapped aroung his dick before, especially not one like mine. I felt his tip hit the enterance of my cervix. He bottomed out. He didnât move. He didnât even want to move, he was just enjoying the moment of his cock being buried deep inside his bestfriend. âYou ok babe?â he asked, concerned by the lack of movement from me. âYeah, just give me a secondâ I replied, attempting to get myself under control.
I began to relax, letting the warmth envelop my entire body. I signal that his is able to move. He slowly pulls his cock out of my cunt, and immediately pushes it back in. He rests both of his arms next to my face and comes down to kiss me. I can see the faint beads of sweat forming on his forehead. âYou do not know how long I have been wanting to do thisâ He whispered into my ear. Once again, Jakes words send a tingle down my spine. He instantly latched himself onto my neck, sucking harshly while still keeping a slow pace down below. I grip his brown head of hair as he leaves purple marks on my skin, bruising my neck. He pulls out and goes back in, this time at a consistent rate.
Our torsos are in complete contact and he sets both of his hands under my back. I wrap my legs around his waist to allow him deeper access, which he so desperately needed. His lips were locked with mine. Our tongues were dancing along with each other as well as our chests. Every time he would suck on my lower lip, I moan against his lips.
âThis is what I have been dreaming aboutâ He says breaking away and kissing my nose. He finds me comfortable with his picking up the pace, and he did with no hesitation. He nuzzles into my neck with his hair partially resting on my face. There was no pain left to feel and my whole body was washed over with pleasure. His length fit so perfectly into my warm cunt, like we were make to only fuck eachother.
Jake head still right next to mine, I turn my head and whisper âJakey, it feels so gooood~~~~â with inconsistency in my breathing. Jakeâs ears were pleasured as if he were listening to his favorite song. He slowed down the pace, only to drive his dick deeper into my swollen cunt with each thrust. âOh my god itâs feels so fucking good, you taking my cock like this.â he whines in my ear. He pulls away from my neck and just watching himself fuck into my pussy.
There was so much sweat on his face it was so fucking hot. It was dripping off his chin and onto my shoulder and neck. His hair was starting to get wet. He took both of my legs over his shoulders, making sure to maintain eye contact. Each stroke was deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. He was getting desperate. I donât know how much more my inexperienced pussy can handle. He takes his thumb and gently rubs my clit. Ugh, I have never felt this sort of sensation before, being fucked at the same time.
My moans became more uncontrollable and my legs started to close in. âFuckkkkk Jakey I am about to cumâ I am on the verge of tears, overstimulated with pleasure. The pressure on my clit mixed with the repeated abuse of my cervix was enough to drive me over the edge. âMmmmm yes doll, cum on my cockâ he says lowly. My walls tighten around him and my hips are shaking. My heart is beating at 1000bpm, not a coherent thought left in my fucked-dumb mind. He practically has to pry my legs apart to maintain access to my slit. He holds my hips in place as he gives me a few more strokes. His became less and less powerful.
Once he felt his orgasm coming, he quickly pulled out of me, letting out a loud groan, and shot his strings of white cum all over my tummy and chest. The room was filled with loud pants and the scent of sex. âYou are all I have ever wantedâ I reach up to tuck his hair behind his ear, not minding the fact that his face was soaked. We rest our foreheads together and rub our noses across each other as we both try to catch our breath.
After a second of recovery, He runs to the bathroom and grabs a rag to clean me up. I could barely move my body, my entire entity was more than sore. It hurt to move, all I could do is lay there. Jake returns with a cold washcloth, and starts wiping off my stomach. âDo you need help getting cleaned up babe?â he asks, sitting down beside me, his arm around my naked torso. âCould we take a bath together?â I suggested.
A bath together after the fact is far more intimate, and could give us some time to talk things over. âOf courseâ and smiles. âI can go get it set up right now, darling, you just rest for a few minutesâ He gives me a kiss on the nose and forehead before heading to run the faucet.
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I donât know how I could let this happen. I lay on my bed rerunning all of the events writhing the last hour in my head. I really donât know why we both allowed it to go that far. I admit, I loved every second of it, but now that itâs over, we have to deal with the effects.
Jake comes back from running the faucet. He looks tired. Maybe a bath is something we both need. âCome here sweetheartâ he brings a towel and sets it on the counter.
The bathroom mirror was completely fogged over. âAre you trying to make soup out of us?â I said jokingly. âI know you like taking your showers hot, so I thought maybe it would be the same for bathsâ he chuckled.
I dip my toes into the half full tub. Jake was right, the temperature was just how I liked it. I held onto his shoulder as I submerge my other foot. The water lapped over the rim of the bath tub.
I keep hold onto his hand so he can guide himself into the tub, taking a lot more balance and tolerance for him to try to get used to the boiling water. âGod damn, you like it hot hotâ he teases though I can see him furrowing his eyebrows at the heat.
âOh donât be such a babyâ I tease him right back. He pouts playfully. I love seeing that kind of reaction from him. âI donât mindâ he mumbles in embarrassment, trying to hide the smile on his face.
Once his feet were able to get used to the water, we both slowly sat the rest of our bodies into the tub. Jakes hair is a mess, itâs going in all different directions. I reach out to tuck some of it behind his ears for him, and then cup his face in my palm. I stroke his cheek with my thumb. He tilts his head, there he goes with those irresistible puppy dog eyes again.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â he asks. I remain in eye contact with him. âWere you being serious? When you said you have dreamt about⌠thatâŚ?â
Heâs silent. So much blood rushing to his face his cheeks are like strawberries. He scratched the back of his head. âI mean yeah⌠why wouldnât Iâ he hesitated.
âI mean look at you, you are insanely attractive and we live together and have known each other forever. Of course my mind is going to wonder. It has wondered many more times than I would like to admit.â he explained himself.
Unintentionally, our bodies kept inching towards each other in that bath. I am some how a mere 6 inches away from his face. âWhy havenât you ever told me how you felt?â
âBecause I was scared on how it would change our friendshipââŚ. he had the exact same fear as I did. He was also afraid of losing one of his best friends. âIf I tell you how I feel, you might think itâs weird or somethingâ he whispers into my ear. âNo I will understand, we have known each other our whole lives. How would it be weird?â I say softly.
He hesitates once again, and I can hear his heart start to pound. He closes the gap between us and rests his forehead on mine. âThere is so much you donât knowâ He breathes, still looking deep into my eyes. His words caused a flicker of anxiety inside of me. âThere is so much I want to know about you, darlingâ I reassure.
âWell for starters I never thought this thing between us would become anything more than just friendsâ he confesses. It is hard for him to admit such things, but he has to show me that I matter more than he thinks. âIt scares me, and Iâm sorry that I let it go too far. I guess itâs because Iâve been waiting so long, and everything has changed so fastâ he explained, he still had this worried look on his face like I were going to shut everything down. Everything had changed so fast.
âYou have to stop worrying so much about me. You can trust me, okay? Iâll never judge or hate you or think any differently of you. All I want is for us to enjoy our first time together and enjoy each other. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you are to meâ. I caress his face with my hands.
A small smile graces his features while he gazes back into my eyes. I lean forward and capture him in a long passionate kiss. Our lips moving in sync, tasting each others taste as if it was our first time doing it. We pull away and stare at each other. He places both of his palms on either side of my face, leaning in even closer. I place my lips in line with his.
My fingers run through his soaked hair, though I donât know if it use from sweat or from water. âJakey, if I am going to be honest, I have been feeling the same way. On nights where we donât sleep in the same bed, I find myself getting less sleep and craving your warmth. I donât regret anything thatâs happened between us tonight. Admittedly, I have been wanting to do that with you for so longâ I started ranting.
âWhen you were making love to me I felt like I was floating away and it felt so good I just wanted to stay here forever, like nothing else mattered. There wasnât anything I wanted more than to stay in this moment forever with you, but we both know that isnât possible.â he continues, his voice cracking.
âMaking love?â I chuckle. Such an interesting word choice. âBe quietâ he pushes back. âIâm just joking, but I agreeâ
He was clearly getting tired, letting out a yawn and fighting the force of his eyelids trying to close. âWe should get to bedâ I suggest. We soak the last few moments of the now comfortably hot water and get out of the tub. âYou better not get water all over the floor, Jakeâ HE ALWAYS DOES THAT.
He grabs a towel for me and and one for himself and he wraps mine around my whole body width and pulls me for a hug. âI am glad we took a bath together sweetheart, try to get some restâ he whispers, and leaves an innocent kiss on my forehead.
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The next few weeks consisted of school, work, and sleeping in the same bed with Jake pretty much every single night. We would exchange passionate kisses and I would bathe him when he was too tired from work or hanging out with Jay. And he would do the same for me. We never went as far to have sex again. We werenât scared but we felt like we should wait.
We are on our way back to Australia for fall break. Jake will finally get to see his parents and I will get to see mine. We get to have a whole week without having to worry about responsibilities. Which I know both of us desperately need. We touch down in Australia around maybe 3pm on the first Saturday of the break. We only brought carry on luggage for convenience and time.
âHave everything?â He questioned me as we were getting out of our seats. âI think soâ I smile, so excited to see my parents. We arranged for Jakeâs mom to pick us up from the airport. She had a large SUV able to fit all of our stuff comfortably. Once we passed through all of the security and customs, Jake calls her to see where she is parked. On speaker I hear her say â9 rows down from the south enteranceâ she explains. âThanks mom, see you in a secâ Jake says about to hang up the phone. âThank you Mrs Simâ I make sure she hears before he presses the red button.
We hurry to get out of the packed airport so meet up with his mom. The weather was cold and misty and it was hard to see. When we finally arrived outside the south enterance, we could hardly believe what we saw. Layla comes up running at full sprint in me and Jakeâs direction. She jumped up onto bother of us, layering our faces and arms with slobbery licks and he tail wagging so hard it may as well had fallen off.
Once Layla was all calmed down we put our luggage into the trunk. We swing up the door and the vehicle seems oddly empty. âWhere is dad?â Jake questioned his mom. âHe is getting worseâŚ. he wasnât able to make it today, I had to take him back to the hospital last nightâ she explained. I could already see the heart break in his eyes. âOhâ We packed everything up and his mom offered for me to sit in the front seat. Honestly, I wanted to sit in the back seat and comfort Jake, so I made up the excuse that Layla should sit in the front.
The mood in the car ride home was off. I donât know if it was from the weather or his fathers health but Jake was not as energetic as he was before. I know he doesnât deserve everything happening to his dad so I will just try to support him through it.
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I never really gave it much thought, but the more I put the pieces together, I think maybe the reason Jake is so insistent on getting black out drunk with Jay on the weekends may have to do with his father.
Jake has never in his life had a healthy coping mechanism. I remember a lot through out grade school, he would feel guilty or take blame for things that were not his fault, just to mediate the situation. When he did this, he did not react to the discipline very well, but it seems like he would much rather face conveniences than to start an argument over the original problem.
Jake let a lot of people take advantage of him, and it is still something that we have to work on, but knowing the situation with his dad, I know he has a lot more things to worry about now that usual.
Many of the people excluding his parents are alcoholics, any family event we went to together, the main thing being passed around was a bottle. When we were younger, things made him build resentment towards them but the older we got, the more willing he was to try alcohol, only adding more and more each time until he is where he is at now.
Jay isnât the type of friend to stop this behavior either. I will never understand why Jake is such good friends with him cause he never seems to have the best intentions or good interest in mind. I canât be the one to tell him that they should stop being friends cause at the end of the day, Jakeâs relationship with alcohol wonât be healed in a split second.
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Nothing really eventful happened over the span of the after noon, the rain put everything to a halt. I slept in the guest bed in Jakeâs house for the first night but was unable to fall asleep for the majority of the night. Jakeâs mom rushed into the room around 1:30 am.
âHey are you awake? We have to go the hospital, itâs my husband. Please wake up Jake while I grab the keysâ She said with an extremely shaken voice full of urgency. I shoot out of the bed and put my shorts back on and practically run down the hallway to Jakeâs room. It is locked. I bang on the door frantically. âJake! Jake get up now we have to goâ I echo through the door. Quickly after he swings open his door with his shirt in his hand, in the middle of putting it on.
The SUV was already started when we got out the front door and we ran to get into the car and soon as we sat down she reversed and tried to explain. âHe slipped into a coma. They said they are trying everything to get him to wake up but they have no idea why it happened because he was in decent shape beforeâ she says with tears forming in her eyes.
I reach up to the front seat to scratch her shoulder to try and calm her. I donât think there is anything someone can do in this situation to calm someone in this much distress down but I tried. She is going dangerously fast down the highway. I know that she has been working hard to keep them afloat and thing weâre starting to get better. After that I couldnât stand to listen anymore and closed my eyes hoping that by some miracle she wouldnât end up killing us.
After what seemed like hours we reached the hospital and were quickly taken to another private room where we could talk with him alone. Of course his dad wasnât going to be able to say anything. But Jake still wanted him to listen. He took his fathers hand a caressed his palm with his fingers while he said what he needed to say. Once he was done, I gave Jake a hug as his red face were completely covered in tears.
âHe will be okay, I promiseâ I reassured him. We walked out of the room to discover his mom sitting next to the window, face completely void of emotion. He hasnât spoken a word since we have gotten here.
âYou knowâŚ. he was really excited for you both to come back. He was practically counting down the daysâ she admitted, wiping a tear from here eye. âI was so excited with himâ she added. Her words shatter my heart. How is she not screaming in anger right now. Angry at the world for doing this to her innocent husband. That was something I admired about her. She was always able to contain her emotions well, almost too well.
Seeing both her and Jake in this state was absolutely terrible. I knew it would only take a miracle to fix this given his dads condition. âItâll all be okay, Jake, donât cryâ I assure him. âIt wonât, how am I supposed to deal with this? How am I supposed to go back to school without seeing him, talking to him⌠it hurtsâ âThere is still a chance that he will make it Jake, donât give up on it. I know he wants you to wait for himâ
He couldnât say anything, all he could do was bury his face into my shoulder and sob. He tried to form words, but they were only choked noises which caused him to cry even harder. âShh its okay, I am hereâ I assure him. Me, Jake and his mom spent the night in the hospital. His mom slept in the room with his dad and me and Jake slept in a guest waiting room. Well, I was the only one who was able to get some sleep. Jake was up all night worrying about his father. I could hear him crying as I were trying to fall asleep.
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A few weeks had passed and his fathers condition remained the same, and to be honest, Jake and his mom seemed like they kind of accepted that this was the way that things were going to be.
We were back at the house, his mom would just go to work and lock herself in her room until she had to go to work again and Jake and I were preparing to go back to Korea for the Winter semester.
Mrs Sim did not want to see us leave, and she made it very clear. We were her last hope with everything going on with her husband. I really wish me and Jake could stay back to support her but we have jobs and bills that we have to get back to, and life canât just pause for us. We promised we would let her know how we are feeling, how much we missed each other and everything else that went along with saying goodbye.
We leave in 3 days, and we made it our mission to hang out with his mom as much as we could before we left. She hasnât taken a break either⌠no time to her self she just has to keep working to pay for the house and the piling medical bills.
Those last few days, we took Mrs. Sim out for lunch at her favorite Thai restaurant. She seemed to genuinely smile for the first time in weeks as we joked and reminisced about times when all 4 of us were together. One night, we rented some classic movies she loved and made her favorite snacks. We cuddled up on the couch, enjoying the familiar feeling of just being together as a family again, if only briefly.
Jake and I helped around the house as much as we could - running errands, doing yard work, and cooking meals to give his mom a little respite. We made sure to soak in every moment because we didn't know when we'd all be together like that again.
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When it came time for our early morning departure back to Korea, Mrs. Sim took us both in for a tight hug, her eyes brimming with tears. "Take care of each other," she whispered hoarsely.ââââââââââââââââ Jake grabs our suitcases out of the trunk and his mom pulls me to the side.
âPlease promise to take care of him for me. You have always been a safe place for him, I can only imagine how he has been feelingâ she begged. I held bother of her hands in the palms of mine. âI promise, Mrs Sim, I will do everything in my power to take care of him, donât worry. You have other things to worry aboutâ I reassure her pulling her into a hug.
Layla climbs through the back of the car from the front seat and jumps out of the trunk to say good bye, jumping all over me and Jake just like when we first arrived. âYes youâre such a good girlâ he scruffs up her ears while giving her a kiss on the forehead. I gave Layla some belly rubs before his mom guided her back into the car.
âPlease text me when you board, and call me when you land, I need to know that the two of you are safe.â said his mom. âOf courseâ we pulled her into one last hug. âI love you guysâ she sobbed âI love you tooâ we said in unison as we walked towards to enterance, leaving his mom in the parking lot.
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The ride back home was hard for Jake. 10 hours of restlessness. The only time I saw Jake act kind of okay was at our layover in Manila. I tried to leave him be for most of the trip.
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We landed at the airport in Seoul and made our way back through customs and immigration, I swear the process of getting out of the airport is more stressful than planing a trip itself. We load our things into my car, missing the excitement that Layla brought to the car ride.
Before we got into the car, Jake comes behind me and turns me around into a hug. âI am really worried about her⌠my parents have been together for so long I canât imagine how she would react with out himâ he cried into my arms. âYour mom is a strong woman, I know it. She has you and I know she will be able to get through it.â I rub his back and lay my head into the crook of his neck.
I walk him over to his door and open it, letting him get into is and rest, we still had a 45 minute drive back to our place. I just let him ârestâ his eyes the whole way and I sat in silence trying not to wake him. The ride was bumpy, or maybe I was more aware of my surroundings not given that Jake wasnât talking my ear off the whole time. I donât mean it as a bad thing but he does a great job at keeping me company in the car. But that element was absent this time.
We were outside of our house quicker than expected. Jake was still fast asleep, he looked up he most peaceful than I have seen him these past few weeks I really did not want to wake him up. âJakey weâre hereâ I whisper and gently grip his shoulder. He groans. He untucks his arms from under his shirt and rubs his eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
We make way up to the door, he didnât bother grabbing anything out of the car but I was completely okay with grabbing everything if it meant he would get some rest. As soon as we stepped in the door, he took off his shoes and hurried to his bedroom, he didnât ever bother changing his clothes before plopping onto his bed in pure exhaustion.
I found myself following him to the bed and sitting on the edge and grazing his back with my fingernails. My hands made way up to his hair and I combed his strands with my fingers. He turns over to lay on his back and I sit and admire his beautiful face while his eyes are closed. So peaceful. I couldnât fight the urge to lean down and give his a soft peck before heading back to the car.
He didnât seem to mind, his lips were soft as they instantly melted into mine for a few seconds. He didnât seem supprised or shocked at all. He made it feel natural. âThank youâ he said, barely audible. I leaned in for another kiss, a smile building on my face as our lips met. No verbal response was needed, my smile against his spoke for itself.
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We had gotten back into our normal work and school schedule following the break. I still was not seeing Jake as much as I would like and it seems like I was getting less and less information by the day on his dad, which worried me. I tried to call Mrs Sim every single day to check in and get updates, as well as update her on mine and Jakeâs life. She treated me like a friend. Like a daughter. I am very thankful to be accepted by her in that way.
Jake was clearly getting more stressed with work and school and I couldnât figure out a way to ease the stress for him, all I could do was hope that it wouldnât end up being too much.
Mrs Sim told me briefly once while we were on a phone call that me and her call way more often that her and Jake do. Jake has always been a texter and his Mom simply had to deal with not hearing her baby boys voice as often as she would like, which is why it was weird when me and Jake were laying in my bed around 11pm and his phone starts ringing.
Both of us were on the verge of falling asleep and the light from his phone screen made the situation more uncomfortable. At first Jake just reached over and turned off the ringer.
âHey did you even see who it was? What if it was importantâ I question his instinct to end the call. âFine let me lookâ he groans.
He reached over and grabs his phone and looks at the screen âMomâ is what it read. âAnswer it!â I urged him. Jake was hesitant. I think he thought that this was going to be the call, which he has been preparing to avoid at all costs.
Instead of letting the line go to voicemail, I snatch the phone out of his hand and answer if myself. âHello Mrs Sim, is everything alright?â
âI am so glad to hear your voice. Is Jake around? It is important. Put it on speakerâ she said.
âYouâre on speakerâ I informed her.
âJake, your father is home, I picked him up about an hour ago. The doctor said that septic shock caused him to go into the coma, and they were able to treat the infection and keep him steady with some blood and IV fluids. He woke up yesterday and has shown no signs of complication ever since. I will take him back in a few days for testing and a check up. They saved him Jake⌠They saved him.â His mother explained ecstatically, crying tears of happiness.
Jakeâs face immediately lit up, with what I could see from the light of the phone screen. He instantly started crying.
âBaby I wish you were here right now. he misses you so muchâ he claimed.
Jake couldnât even speak through his tears and his hitched breathing. âI love you so much mom, tell dad I love him and I will see him soonâ
He sets the phone down and buries his face into my chest, letting out full on sobs. the toll that this situation has taken on his body physically and mentally was very obvious and I know he has been wanting good news.
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Weeks had passed and we came back to Australia for the Winter break. Jake was more excited than ever. When he saw his dad get out of the car at the airport, I had never see Jake run so fast in my life. Their hug seemed like it was out of a movie and he had been latched to his dad everyday since being back at his house.
His parents kind of picked up on me and Jakeâs relationship, and didnât question why I was wanting to sleep in Jakeâs room and not the guest room any more.
We were laying there facing each other, admiring each others beauty in the dim moon light shining through the blinds.
âTell me Jake, do you believe in fate?â I questioned lowly.
He looks somewhat startled. âYâknow, I have never really thought about that. After everything that has happened this year, I think I would say that I doâ he confirmed, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
âYeah I think I do tooâ
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á AUTHORâS NOTE â hihi welcome to my 2024 kinktober! this a repost since i moved blogs, but a couple prompts have been added.
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á FANDOMS & INFO â wind breaker, my hero academia, honkai star rail, haikyuu, and blue lock too. there are fifteen drabbles and two lengthy fics included = seventeen posts for october! (ď˝ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ ´) Ď
OCTOBER 1 - OVERSTIMULATION
KAJI REN X F!READER ďž 1112 words ďž the game? three bottles of flavored lube. kajiâs turn to guess. and you? you just have to lay there and let him get a proper taste first.
á ft. cunninglingus, blindfolded (kaji), fingering, overstimulation
OCTOBER 3 - CUCKOLDING
HAYATO SUO X AFAB!READER ďž 1096 words ďž FICS4GAZA ďž sakura doesnât think heâs ever held his phone in his non-dominant hand⌠until tonight.
á ft. consensual recording, cuckolding (sakura), + masturbation, overstimulation, very light choking, creampie, mention of toys
OCTOBER 5 - MASK KINK
ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ďž 1189 words ďž endo thought you were joking about masks being hot, but ⌠if you really like them so much, then maybe heâll put on a show just for you.
á ft. mask kink, very consensual fear play, both degradation & praise
OCTOBER 7 - SUCCUBUS?!
SAKURA HARUKA X SUCCUBUS!F!READER ďž 1126 words ďž thereâs no better way to lose your virginity than to a succubus, right? do those even exist? he was skeptical before he met you.
á ft. virginity loss (both), aphrodisiac, creampie
OCTOBER 9 - PREDATOR/PREY
GALLAGHER (HSR) X F!READER ďž 1667 words ďž delivering this basket to your grandmother sounds easy enough, but they didnât warn you about whatever seems to be lurking at the end ďž in other words.. you act out the fairytale: little red riding hood
á ft. consensual noncon (cnc), predator / prey dynamics, muffling (his glove), oral (receiving) overstimulation, fingering + squirting
OCTOBER 11 - PET PLAY
KIRYU MITSUKI X F!READER ďž 902 words ďž you think he just likes seeing you embarrassed at this point. tonight, itâs worse than ever before, and heâs loving every single second of it.
á ft. pet play, toys (anal plug), praise, pet names, double stuffed
OCTOBER 13 - DRY HUMPING
NESS (BLLK) X F!READER! ďž 923 words ďž itâs not allowed. he knows this. but he canât help that it gets a little harder not to claim you as his whenever you come back for more.
á ft. dry humping to wall sex, dirty talk, marking, possessiveness, forbidden relationship, mentions of fingering, face sitting, creampies
OCTOBER 15 - IN UNIFORM
KUROO TETSUROU (HQ) X F!READER ďž 1190 words ďž thereâs about five minutes left on the clock before your coworker comes back.
á ft. maid cafe, exhibitionism, time crunch for kuroo, squirting
OCTOBER 17 - APHRODISIACS
DAN HENG (HSR) X F!READER ďž 1469 words ďž itâs only natural that youâd try to play it off, especially when he had already warned you about this ahead of time. your bad, youâll admit. unfortunately for you though, this aphrodisiac is one of the strongest, and it wonât be going away anytime soon.
á ft. aphrodisiacs, mutual pining, wall sex, squirting from putting it in
OCTOBER 19 - GHOSTS!
GHOST! HAYATO SUO X F!READER ďž 742 words ďž SFW ďž you seem to be the only one who doesnât mind the ghost that trails behind you. your friends want to hire someone to get rid of him, but you seem to be weirdly defensive over something thatâs supposed to be haunting you.
á ft. protective suo (this time in a cute way), ghosts, etc
OCTOBER 21 - SCARY MOVIE
ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ďž 841 words ďž SFW ďž youâve had some bad ideas, but this one has to be your worst. halloween night, sitting side by side with the man who has it in his dna to tease you, rank #1 for scariest movies in existence playing on the big TV, and your friends. the friends youâve somehow managed to convince (through a dragged out lie) that thereâs absolutely nothing in the world that can scare you.
á ft. horror movies, reader is a bit scared, + endo comfort !!
OCTOBER 23 - YANDERE
YANDERE!UMEMIYA HAJIME X F!READER ďž 838 words ďž no one would dare hurt umemiyaâs girl. they shouldnât. they wouldnât dare. but after some time.. he thinks he should give them another reminder. it wouldnât hurt.
á ft. yandere, creampies, overstimulation, praise, size kink, marking, soft possessiveness, reader wears a skirt, catcalling (not from ume)
OCTOBER 25 - CAMGIRL
HAYATO SUO X F!READER ďž 3520 words ďž you always do what the highest tipper says, but looks like thatâs backfired! âbring someone to fuck you raw on your next streamâ but oh. you donât have a boyfriend, do you? so the second best option would be to swallow your pride and ask one of your friends.
á ft. streaming (audience), camgirl! reader, dry humping, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, virginity loss (reader), teasing, tba
OCTOBER 27 - TOYS
TAKIISHI CHIKA X F!READER! 937 words ďž a fun dinner with your friends? unfortunately, the group is one chair short, so itâs a given that the couple shares. takiishi wonders which will give it away first: the buzzing between your legs, or the faces youâre making? you seem to be doing an alright job (much to his dismay) but one push should do it.
á ft. exhibitionism (hinted that endo knows), mentions of fingering & potential threesome, toy usage, reader wears a skirt, risk
OCTOBER 29 - DEALS
DABI (MHA) X HERO!F!READER ďž 890 words ďž what happens when your curiosity takes you to the league of villainsâ hideout? luckily enough, thereâs only one of them there to greet youâ and the world seems kind enough to let you off with a deal. fuck him once to guarantee his silence, or so you thought.
á ft. tw dubcon, forced orgasms, fear play, mentions of murder, etc
OCTOBER 30 - MACHINES
MR. RECA (HSR) X F!READER! 753 words ďž your voice is a bit too quiet for films. he says to consider this a vocal warm-upâ just some personalized training heâs given you to combat your shyness on set, but you think otherwise.
á ft. clear power imbalance (professor x student), blindfolding (reader), overstimulation & mindbreak (reader), pet names used once
OCTOBER 31 - ROOMMATES
HOUSEKEEPING! â TOGAME JO X F!READER! ďž 7784 words ďž you donât realize how loud you are, do you? or are the walls just paper thin? his patience seems to also be running thin, but heâs always thought of himself as someone who tries to be a pretty decent guy most of the time. a decent enough guy that doesnât fantasize about fucking chojiâs childhood friend raw, at the very least.
á ft. masturbation (kind of caught), size difference, thigh fucking, creampie, semi-possessive togame glimpse at the end, etc
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