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[perfectfeb9]

PHOTOS YOU TOOK OF YOUR BF JAY

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[hazelira]

promises

The baby stirred slightly in his arms, her tiny fingers twitching as her breathing evened out, soft and rhythmic. Sunoo’s gaze never left her, his sharp features softening as he watched her peaceful expression. She looked so fragile, so untouched by the harshness of the world he spent every day navigating.

A rare thought crept into his mind, making his chest ache in a way he didn’t quite understand: she would grow up so fast.

He could already picture the moments he didn’t want to miss. Her first babble was when she might look at him and accidentally call him something that sounded like “papa.” Her first mood was the pout that would replace her cries when she realized she could win him over with her grumpy little expressions. The first time she tried solid food, she probably made a mess of herself and everything around her, but she looked so proud.

Would she keep clinging to him like this when she was older? Or would she start reaching for you instead, her tiny arms outstretched, finding her comfort in you more than him? The thought was bittersweet. Sunoo knew he wasn’t the warmest presence, but he desperately hoped that she would still look at him the way she did now. With trust. With love.

He leaned down, his breath brushing against her soft, bald little head. She smelled faintly of baby lotion, a simple yet grounding scent. Without thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to her head, lingering momentarily as if to capture this fleeting memory. The warmth of her tiny body against his chest, the weight of her small form in his arms—something he wanted to etch into his soul, never to forget.

“You’re going to grow up too fast,” he murmured against her head, barely audible. “But I’m not going to miss it. Not any of it.”

The vow settled deep within him, heavier than any promise he’d made before. For all the power and wealth he held, this was the only thing that truly mattered. Sunoo wouldn’t let the chaos of his world steal these moments from him. Not her first laugh. Not her first steps. Not her first words.

Not her first memories of him as her father.

The baby shifted slightly, her little mouth twitching as if she were dreaming. Sunoo smiled faintly, the rare expression softening the hard edges of his face. He resumed gently rocking the chair, the motion soothing for both of them.

“I’ll be here,” he said quietly as if making the promise to her sleeping form. “Always.”

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[kalimyt]

Charles: (for the 271651 time) "Are you 100% sure I don't look like I have double chin?? Cuz I wanna post it on IG..."

Max: "You look perfect baby now please take the f*cking pic or we'll miss scuba diving with our group"

[lamneus]

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[asknathantheenderdragon]

Nathan: It seems that he likes roses?

She offers you a flower.

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[itsyoourrgirlll-xoxo]

POV:

[cafe-de-noviembre]

- Lizz

[bearditorium2]

Jesus (Spain)

[dudja]

POV: you're about to be asked for money outside of a circle K #comedy #memes #meme #pov

[hazelira]

frosted glass

The gymnasium was loud, with sneakers squeaking against polished floors and the crowd roaring in unison as Jake moved effortlessly across the court. He was flawless—every movement calculated, every play executed with precision. Your boyfriend was the picture of perfection, his jersey clinging to him in a way that only added to his undeniable allure.

And you hated it—not him, never him—but how his perfection magnified your flaws, and his world felt like it was suffocating yours.

The game ended, the buzzer signalling a victory for Jake’s team. His teammates swarmed him, slapping his back and congratulating him for another win. You watched from the bleachers, heart heavy, wondering how you’d gotten here—to this place where his presence felt like both a comfort and a knife to the heart.

Jake’s eyes found yours in the crowd, a fleeting smile tugging at his lips before disappearing into the locker room. That was his way—quick smiles, passing glances, and walls so high you’d stopped trying to climb them.

When he emerged, his damp hair fell over his forehead; his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He approached you with long strides and confidence like he owned the world. Sometimes, you thought he did.

“You ready to go?” he asked, his voice cold, devoid of the warmth you used to drown in.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The night air nipped at your skin as you walked side by side, a gap that felt like miles stretching between you.

Jake didn’t ask how you were. He didn’t talk about the game, either. You wondered if he knew you needed him to say anything to pierce the unbearable silence. But he was Jake, who didn’t have time for emotions and held himself so perfectly together that it made you feel like a mess just standing next to him.

He opened the passenger door for you in his car, as always. The gesture, once sweet, now felt like habit, like muscle memory instead of affection. You slipped inside, the leather seat cold against your skin.

As he drove, his hand rested on the gear shift, mere inches from yours. You stared at it, your fingers itching to reach out, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not when his touch felt more like ice than fire these days.

The words you’d been choking on finally spilled out as he pulled up outside your house.

“Jake,” you began, your voice trembling, “do you ever feel like... being together hurts more than it should?”

His jaw tightened, and his grip on the steering wheel briefly faltered. He didn’t look at you. “What are you talking about?”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

Jake’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist before you could reach for the door handle. “Try me.”

You stared at him, at his perfect face, his stormy eyes searching yours. “I love you,” you whispered, the words tasting like saltwater, “but sometimes, I feel like I’m not enough for you. Like I’ll never be.”

His lips parted as if to argue, but he closed them just as quickly. The silence between you grew heavier, his grip on your wrist loosening until it fell away entirely.

You frowned. “Jake—”

“I don’t know how to love you, right,” he interrupted, his gaze dropping to his lap. “You deserve better than this. Better than me.”

Your heart splintered, the ache spreading through your chest like wildfire. “Don’t do that. Don’t decide for me what I deserve.”

He finally looked at you, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. “Then tell me how to fix this. How to fix us.”

You swallowed hard, your vision blurring. “I don’t know. But life without you... it hurts. And being with you hurts even more.”

For a moment, Jake didn’t say anything. Then he reached out, his fingers brushing yours hesitantly like he feared you’d pull away. You didn’t.

“I’ll try,” he said, his voice breaking in a way you’d never heard before. “I’ll try to be better—for you. For us.”

You nodded, tears streaming silently down your cheeks. His hand tightened around yours, his touch still cold but no longer distant.

It wasn’t a promise. It wasn’t a solution. But for now, it was enough.

The car was silent, but the weight of your words lingered, hanging in the air like a thick fog neither of you could escape. Jake’s eyes softened, his thumb brushing the tear that had slipped down your cheek. Without a word, he leaned closer, his hand moving to cradle your face gently.

“Jaeyunie…” You whispered, voice cracking under the strain of all the feelings you’d been holding inside.

But before you could say more, his lips met your forehead, soft and tender, as if he were trying to erase the hurt, to wipe away the mess that had spilled from your heart. His lips moved down to your cheek, pressing a kiss to each tear-streaked line like he was memorizing every inch of you. His touch was different now, more intimate, as though the distance he’d built up was dissolving, brick by brick.

“I’m here,” he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You closed your eyes, the soft press of his lips soothing some of the pain, but there was still an ache in your chest that wouldn’t fade. You didn’t know if it would ever fade. But with every kiss, every touch, Jake made it feel a little less unbearable.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice breaking ever so slightly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t want to be the reason you feel like this. I—” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “I don’t know how to fix everything. But I’ll try, I promise. I’ll try harder than I ever have.”

His lips found yours then, soft, tentative, as if testing the waters. You didn’t pull away this time. Instead, you leaned into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours, the reassurance in the way he held you. His hands cupped your face, tilting it gently so he could kiss you deeper, pressing against you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“I’ll be better,” Jake whispered against your lips, his words barely audible. “I swear. For you. For us.”

You nodded, tears still falling, but now they felt like something different—something lighter, a release. Jake’s hands slid down to hug your shoulders, pulling you closer as if you were the one thing in the world he couldn’t bear to lose.

You couldn’t find the words to express everything you felt. But with each kiss, each whisper, you didn’t need to. His touch was saying everything. It was the kind of reassurance you never knew you needed, the kind that calmed the storm inside you and made the world feel like it wasn’t so cold after all.

“I love you so much, sweetheart” he said quietly, as he kissed your cheeks, your eyes, your lips. “too much, too.”

“I love you too,” you murmured back, your voice barely a breath, but enough to remind you both that, despite everything, you were still here. Together.

And as his hands gently wiped away your remaining tears, you finally allowed yourself to believe in the possibility that, maybe—just maybe—things could get better. That the hurt would eventually fade. And that, with Jake, you didn’t have to face it all alone.

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[lanyteenagewhore]

the body

[kelpie-goofies]

Ofc it’s a new student and sport team popular member who like him

[vilicusreads]

Bill: "I love having long hair!" I says with joys.

I was then bald 2 minutes later.

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therapism bill

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[twinkletfout]

It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'

[heartbeatmen]

Daddy 3