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Jungkook couldnât wait. Heâd been holding onto the ring for weeks, planning the âperfectâ proposal, but one lazy evening at home, you made him laugh so hard he thought, why not now? He pulls you into his lap, his heartbeat so loud you can feel it, and blurts out, âMarry me.â When you think heâs joking, he grabs the ring from his pocket and adds, âI donât need fancy. I just need you.â The simplicity of it, paired with the way he looks at you, makes the moment unforgettable.
He wants it to feel like you two. Nothing over-the-topâjust an intimate gathering with friends, family, and a lot of laughter. He insists on writing his own vows, and when he reads them, thereâs not a dry eye in the room. âIâm not just marrying my love,â he says, voice trembling with emotion, âIâm marrying my best friend.â When the reception starts, heâs the life of the party, dragging you to the dance floor and making sure the night is filled with joy.
Jungkookâs the kind of husband who makes everyday moments feel special. He randomly hugs you from behind while youâre brushing your teeth, kisses your forehead when he passes by, and sneaks little notes in your bag. Your nights often end with the two of you sprawled on the couch, his head in your lap as you play with his hair. He says things like, âThis is my favorite part of the day,â and means it every single time.
Arguments with Jungkook are rare but intenseâhe feels everything deeply. Heâs not great at hiding his emotions, so if heâs upset, you know. But he canât stand being at odds with you for long. After some space to cool down, he always comes back with those wide, puppy-dog eyes and a quiet, âI was wrong. Can we fix this?â He makes up for it with cuddles so tight you canât help but forgive him.
Jungkook treats anniversaries like personal holidays. He starts planning weeks in advance, whether itâs a surprise getaway, recreating your first date, or making an elaborate video of your favorite memories. He always writes you a letter, tooâfilled with his deepest thoughts and reminders of how much you mean to him. âI donât want to ever forget how lucky I am,â he tells you every year.
Physical affection is his love language, and it shows. If youâre in the same room, Jungkook will find a way to touch youâholding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder, or even just hooking his pinky around yours. Heâs also obsessed with giving you forehead kisses. âItâs like Iâm recharging my heart,â he jokes with a sheepish smile.
Jungkook dreams big but loves the idea of keeping life simple with you. A cozy house, a couple of dogs, and weekend road trips are his version of bliss. He often talks about your future with an excited glint in his eye. âImagine us, like, fifty years from now,â he says one night. âStill eating ramen at 2 a.m. but with grey hair.â
Youâll catch Jungkook at his softest during late-night talks. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling while spilling his deepest thoughts. âDo you think weâre doing life right?â he asks one night, his hand reaching for yours. These moments are raw and vulnerable, and they always leave you feeling closer than ever.
Your life with Jungkook feels like a series of snapshots strung togetherâsimple yet extraordinary, tender yet filled with so much laughter. He makes love feel easy, like coming home to your favorite song on repeat.
Requests may be sent through the ask box. Only SFW.
#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook#bts x reader#bangtan fluff#bangtan sonyeondan#jungkook husband#jungkook boyfriend#jungkook fluff#jungkook x you
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"Sometimes my treacherous mind asks the question, what would happen if you no longer loved me?"
This was not the first thing he expected to hear coming out of sleep. He and Lyssa were enjoying a mutual day off, just enjoy the peace and quiet; it seems they must have fallen asleep at some point.
Now why was his beloved saying such things?
"I know you love me immensely, and I too have fallen so deeply in love with you that the thought of you no longer a part of my life, makes my heart hurt but even I let doubts slip through."
He felt her let out a shaky breath, followed by a giggle
"Here I am saying these things out loud when you're asleep... best not let you hear me, you'd scold me."
She wasn't wrong, he would do so. The feel of her lips on his cheek almost makes his give away the fact that he should be asleep.
"Thank you for choosing me. I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with at times, but you accept all of me and make me better and I love you... I love you Dr. Zayne."
Zayne could no longer feign sleep, not when his heart was doing summersaults in his chest.
Opening his eyes, he took in Lyssa's startled expression and kissed her passionately before she could utter another word.
He poured so much emotion into that kiss; emotions that couldn't be put into words. He drew her in until she was sitting in his lap.
He kissed her until her brain turned to mush - until she couldn't think about anything other than the feel of his hands gripping her hips or the feel of his hair through her fingers.
The very scent of Zayne was intoxicating, and she didn't want to let go.
At one point, they parted due to lack of oxygen. Zayne took in her disheveled state, trailing her bottom lip with his thumb, wanting to kiss her again and again.
"To hear from your lips that you still have doubts about how I feel for you irks me."
"Zayne..."
"Let me finish, sweetheart. You are who I think about from the moment I open my eyes in the morning, throughout the course of the day and last when I close my eyes to sleep. I adore the way you break out into random singing or have a song for every situation. Your sweet tooth rivals my own, yet you make sure we don't go overboard.
The way you puff out a cheek when you're in deep concentration. The habit you have with claiming ownership of my socks when you think I don't notice..."
She gave a small snicker at that "...or the fact that you are protective of those you love. Not forgetting your weird obsession with dark chocolate and cute stickers. Lyssa, every fiber of my being yearns for you; I don't want to exist in a world where you are not by my side. We're not perfect, but you being in my life makes me complete.
You are the other half of my heart, and I don't want another."
At this point, her eyes were filled with tears but couldn't help commenting "don't let Sy hear you on that. Shouldn't he have a place there too?"
Zayne shook his head in amusement "Sweetheart, this is about me and you... he's in there somewhere."
Lyssa laughed "Oh! I love you Zayne. You make me laugh and bring joy to my life. I'm sorry for doubting you."
"I'll just have to keep telling you how much you mean to me until you no longer have doubts."
#love and deepspace#lnds#zayne#love and deepspace zayne#lads zayne#zayne love and deepspace#lnds zayne#zayne x lyssa#lnds lyssa#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds sylus#lnds sylus#sylus#sylus x zayne x lyssa#love and deepspace drabbles#feels#confession#sylus x zayne
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Thereâs really an awful lot of pondering on death & suicide & what it takes to endure existence in The Vampire Lestat⌠for all itâs viewed as a lighter book than Interview with the Vampire! Like, to the degree that every single main character is at some point either suicidal or wishes to die⌠or that actually happens. Even though the majority of them are immortal!
Itâs making me wonder on this re-read, where I try to think about it more deeply, rather than just reading it - is an innate understanding of how difficult it is to endure/how easy it could be to just slip from existence a reason many of us initially loved this book? Is that Anne can articulate so well that desire to escape oneself & how it feels when thatâs impossible one of the most important themes of the books?
Obviously, Iâve spoken about it often: I always associated with Nicolas a lot. Primarily due to how he perceives his own ability/experience of violin playing (I was 12. I definitely wasnât then, nor am I now anywhere near as cynical as NicolasâŚ.) but I donât say it is *only* the violin & Nicolasâ music & how he feels to play and about his music that I associate with. Not least because in my opinion, how Nicolas perceives his own music is a reflection of how he perceives himself & how he perceives the world.
In any case, after my last night pondering on Armandâs internal desolation & the way he is actually most emptied of feeling when filled with some external source⌠yet thatâs what he desires/needs because it is the only way he can feel safe⌠and heâd welcome death it feels if it came to him rather than him having to seek it, and going against God.
Well anyway, I havenât read on yet, but I listened to the next bit on audiobook as I drive today. And it really struck me how delicate everyoneâs mind & heart is.
Nicolas is actually like a fragile genius as a vampire - creating wildly creative, dark plays, articulating the horrors he feels are true (& thus creating Good Art Actually Lestat!) yet he cannot cope. But is it really *madness* that Nicolas screams of horrors in the streets to mortals; that he wants to create a league of vampires; that he wants humans to destroy them all; that he cannot bear it? It seems quite natural to me. Not mad really at all!
And Lestat too, gives himself over to death in despair. For all he talks of enduring, he would not have been able to rise this first time he went into The Earth, but for Marius saving him. And no wonder. He has lost everything. Lestat, talking on fate & how if we escape it, perhaps it waits for us.
Itâs hard for me, as a friend died last week at a similar mortal age to Nicolasâ 30 years & this whole part is death & inability to cope with the simple Horror of existence. (Albeit; monstrous existence⌠but existence *is* monstrous as it is, right? Vampires are a fantastical representation of the very real & way more horrific in my opinion (as it canât be contained in beautiful, sensual, philosophical vampires in realityâŚ) truth of the actual horror of existence for us all.)
And Lestat speaking on fate reminds me too of Debbie. A girl I went to secondary school with. When she was 11 she got Lupus & her secondary school years were awful, but she endured. I didnât keep in touch with her after school & her Uncle worked in aircraft engineering & got her a good job. But she survived Lupus in her teenage years, only for death to claim her at 23 in a totally unrelated way⌠as if it had always just lain in wait. She had escaped it, but then fate waited for her.
I donât know where Iâm going with this. I kind of want to create a poll, but Iâve just made myself laugh out loud at what that poll would be - like something like *Did your wee tween self relate to the self-immolatory desires of vampires?* Nice cheery question for a Monday!
I donât mean it in a depressing way though. We can talk about The Horrors, while allowing joy & fun & play & amusement & silliness & innocence & childlikeness, right? Can we? I am not sure what Iâm getting atâŚ?
But this part is hard for me to read right now. And yet cathartic always too. Because⌠we all feel it, right? Anne is expressing what we humans feel in our tiny existences too.
How to bear it? The overwhelmingness of that.
Right?
#interview with the vampire#anne rice#amc interview with the vampire#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire lestat#amc iwtv#iwtv amc#iwtv lestat#iwtv louis#louis de pointe du lac#nicolas de lenfent#the vampire armand#gabrielle de lioncourt#marius de romanus
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AAA I appreciate this so much! đđ
Brace yourselves for this longread is gonna be loooooooong!! (I'm really sorry for the gargantuan sized post this about to become, jamming this all in one, BUT I have to)
For this Giving Thanks-Week I really want to extend my personal gratitude for everyone below.
RT fandom is honestly the loveliest thing ever happened to me over a long period, and it's been such a joy and honor to be a part of, truly. So happy sharing the space and connecting and meeting with such an amazing creatives and passionate people.
@redbatchedcumbermayned RRRIGHT BACK AT UU FRAN!!!đđ Thank you for being a pillar and a source of inspiration for us all in the community, it's so good to have you with us!! And for your remarkable contribution in the fandom: the raw emotions and the feelings, the pacing, is what I admire most in the stories you tell which is a blast to witness every time in every chapter ;w;
Check out the latest chapter of 'Much Ado About The Lord Captain' with Heinrix and Isha von Valancius! from WrathOfFran!
@sotc For being here with us as part of the fandom and for your endless creativity! I'm so happy for the art trade that connected us and endlessly grateful for the opportunity, so happy to know you bestieeee!!! đĽşâĽâĽ
Check out their beautiful RT drawings here on tumblr!
@maggotknight Fiiiinnnnn! Thank you for and your genuine support and faith and for being such a wholesome person as you are! Your big pieces and small doodles alike all fill my heart with such a joy every time I see them as I've said beforeâĄâĄ Omnissiah blessings be upon ye Archmagos!!
You have to see more of her amazing stuff here and say some nice things
@holylustration Your storytelling and narration approach are... gosh it's just simply indescribable as I couldn't convey it with words, it's such a thrilling adventure that making me fuzzy every time I read any of your piece. Thank you for sharing them all with us Holyyy!
Go read the latest chapter of 'Predator & Prey'! ft. Marazhai and Rogue Trader Aurelia von Valancius!
And also an honorable spotlight: my appreciations for Olga Kellner (dontrestyourhead) (although she's not present here afaik) and her writing team for sharing their stories connecting us all together, whose sparks of creativity generated a chain of flames fueling our arts and passion. She's an artist as well, and I hope our creations would inspire her team and her personally much like their own creativity inspires ours, and that we'll see more of her wonderful artworks and stories shared in the future â¤â¤
Check out her artworks on the bluesky!
And for you all not mentioned above, but who contributed in the Rogue Artists legion, who shared your arts and things with us. Keep creating, keep going, yall are amazing. â¤â¤
Giving Thanks-Week: Go celebrate your fav Rogue Trader creators and creations this week, repost, leave nice comments and show your appreciation too, don't be shy!
Rogue Trader Giving Thanks-Week
It is Thanksgiving week in Ameraland. In tandem with @holylustration 's Dopamine Week, I would like to propose a Giving Thanks week đ
Send, asks anon or not, telling your fellow rogue traders how much you appreciate what they bring to the space!
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Reblog this post with a shout-out to your favorite piece of Rouge Trader art. Let's daisy chain all the amazing things the Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader space has created!
#this fandom is such a blessing aaaaaa#making me feel things#im sobbing#love you all so much guys ;;#rogue trader giving thanks week#dopamine week#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader fanart#rogue trader crpg#rogue trader#von valancius#holylustration#thatzombietalks#friends we made along the way
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daniel molloyâs linkedin my beloved
#it just fills me with such joy every time i think about it#like i'm pretty sure i just found my dream job#i want to be the person at amc that sets up fictional characters' social media profiles that you only find when you look up the website for#somebody who works in tv tell me what that job is and how i get it#i can write fictional headlines and post thematically relevant james baldwin quotes with the best of them#the daniel archive#daniel molloy#iwtv
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i am begging on my hands and knees for jon matteson and bryce charles to sing a song together. since i first watched npmd, every single day without fail i have thought about their harmonies together in hatchet town (âif he gets me next i could be threeâ and âfits the bill, he fits the billâ) literally the sickest harmonies in the entire show, i turn into a little gremlin every time i hear them. their voices sound SO good together it actually makes me a little ill. my favourite song my favourite line my favourite harmonies, their voices blend perfectly and i am so desperate to hear them sing a duet to hear them singing together again pls pls please pls pls pls. pls.
#the âif he gets me next i could be threeâ harmony is something else#nobody understand what that line does to me and the indescribable joy i am filled with each and every time i hear it#give me a song where they sing together doesnt even have to be a full duet ill take anything PLEASEEEE#and dont let me be the only one who feels like this i know some of u bitches get the same crazy chills i do on those lines#hatchet town best song and i will die on this hill#only a little bit insane about them like a normal amount i promise#bryce said this was her favourite harmony to sing in the whole show as well and i felt SO validated when i heard that#they are both such incredible performers and have such fantastic vocal abilities it just makes sense to pair them together#please#im asking soooo nicely bestie starkid pls pls pls pls#and they sound so good in every single version both live and studio absolutely unparalleled talent#also i think corey is also singing on the fits the bill line but my point still stands it sounds gorgeous#corey can join them too actually. bryce charles jon matteson duet with a corey dorris feature#i would drop silly amounts of money for it#ok i think im done i can shut up now#sooooo much brainrot from this musical#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#hatchetfield#bryce charles#jon matteson#starkid#tilda rambling
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The problem about Mav having been a take everywhere kind of dog is that I can deeply feel his absence no matter what I'm doing or where I am.
#this isnt meant to be a devastating post#but the fact of the matter is that im seeing mav everywhere#he got so many good adventures in his short life#but it means that most places i visit i have previously visited with him#i went on this gorgeous camping trip this weekend#and all i could think about was how mav was with me (and loved it) the last time i was there#there wasnt really any aspect of my life that wasnt deeply entwined with my dog#every hike i did was planned for dog enrichment#every trip i took was paced so he could get out and stretch his leggies and sniff the wind#i just drove four straight hours because there was no need to stop and it felt??? bad???#every time i roll down the window to look at a bird i listen for his comically loud sniff from his crate#(luckily pike does fill that niche when shes in my car - she loudly sniffs everytime we roll windows down and it brings me joy)#im doing reasonably okay all things considered#(i mean within expectations - im still crying about losing mav most days)#but his absence is palpable no matter what im doing#and that sucks so much
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kiissmeâ :
         âIâŚâ she started, an odd little laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. âI⌠God, I dunno, I dunno,â she admitted, her walls squeezing around the girthy toy so tightly. Her body wanting to cum so badly and yet, somehow, not wanting to reach her orgasm, not knowing how big it would be â but also aching for it with her entire being. Her head was swimming already, halfway lost to the pleasure of it all, what would happen when she reached it? Meganâs words came to her and she nodded immediately, âSo much, too much, fuck,â again, her words mingled with an odd little laugh to them. But did she want to get off of it? No. Not even a little bit, because she did want to cum.
         Right at that moment, the other womanâs words were her whole world, her whole reason for existing at that moment. It made sense, it was encouraging, fueling her to her next moments because fuck it all sounded so good. Her hips still twitched at the stroke of Meganâs fingers against Fayeâs own clit, oversensitive and hurting but in such a way it felt good to hurt. A please donât stop kinda good to hurt. Teeth bit down hard on her own bottom lip, Meganâs words sounding like a spell fueled by her own desires. Once again, she nodded, quick and desperate and slowly, her hips started again. Her thighs and cunt already a wet mess, a strained moan pushed past her lips, god, how slick her movements were right then, eyes shutting tight.
         Her cunt ached, clenching around the toy so desperately. The tip of it rubbing against her g-spot so nicely that Faye felt herself sob of joy. Doing her best to rise and fall against it, just small little motions, hands reaching and grasping at Meganâs shoulders. âGod, donât leave me⌠Donât leave me,â she whined. To think she had wanted to attempt this on her own, so cocky and sure she could handle it, how foolish that all was. The sound of her sopping cunt practically sucking the toy cock filled her ears and encouraged her to move a bit faster, chest heaving with the effort. Forceful shivers running through her, the head of the cock hitting her just like that.
         She was gasping, moaning, crying out as the pleasure rippled through her, body begging for more and she obliged. Bouncing on the toy cock harder, faster, not knowing how else to go about it. Feeling something building within her, sparks of it flashing behind her eyes, âShit, that feels so⌠Fuckinâ⌠g o o d.â The words sobbed out, feeling herself close so frustratingly quick. Unintentionally edging herself this entire time, but now, with Megan, having it in her to push through. With the feel of her touch on Fayeâs clit, she felt she could do it now, pushing herself down on that glorious toy cock, she felt it. Closing in on her, body shuddering, that familiar white heated pleasure coursing through every inch of her. âCum, cum, cumming, now, now,â she cried out, holding onto her roommate, the pressure mounting on and on. Her breathing desperate and panting, every thought slipping away and only one remained: she was cumming, screams of ecstasy filling the room. She grasped onto Megan tighter, kissing her lips, her jaw and buried her face into her neck as she went faster on that cock, feeling it â screaming into her neck as she felt it explode within her and the RUSH of hot, wet, juices released and drowned that beautiful toy.
         The realization of what happened hit her, and a relieved cry escaped her, body shaking as she didnât stop but only slowed down. Riding the cock slow and steady through it, making her hips twitch and walls squeeze the toy like a vice. Feeling the heated sticky wetness along her thighs, knowing it was a right mess on the floor but not even caring. âFuck, fuck fuckâŚâ she groaned against her neck, kissing, biting and sucking at the flesh. âJesus fuck, I did it⌠I did it⌠Oh, fuck, I did itâŚâ
       That part about how youâll never truly conquer something so unbelievably massive? Megan means it. Every. Single. Time. Every second spend being stretched to such a godly degree that canât be achieved any other way will simply destroy you. Further drive you to ruin. Get you utterly addicted. Pun intended. Once you start, youâll have a hell of a time stopping. But you will stop. Eventually. If only because youâre too exhausted, your body to spent, that you canât bring yourself to do much other than be sprawled against whatever surface you fall onto in the heap youâve been reduced to. Barely breathing, drenched in sweat and your own juices.Â
       It was already plenty obvious that the redhead was struggling and then some. The whimpers, the twitching, the jerk of her hips was proof enough of that. Not to mention that Megan had been there herself more than enough times to know what it must be like for others to take such a task on. The way Faye clung to her in desperation in of itself was all the confirmation she needed. She couldnât help but smirk to herself a little, listening to Faye all but beg her to stay. The sensations clearly growing more and more overwhelming by the second.
         Megan didnât stop teasing her clit, of course. Sheâd slow down the pace every once in a while, but the pressure of her fingertips didnât lift off of the other for a second. Her other hand began groping at Fayeâs ass while she was all too eager, all too happy to drink in every last scream and sob that passed her roommateâs lips. Every last shake and tremble. The feeling of her already dripping against her fingers and onto the floor. âLook at you, taking it so deep already.â sheâd hum, figuring that Faye was going to end up exploding any second now. âKeeping yourself going, even though itâs clearly too much for you. You need it badly, donât you?â
          Well, evidently, she did. Because it wasnât much longer before Faye started picking up the pace. Damn near slamming herself on that incredible size despite being clearly overwhelmed. Not much longer before she was burying her face in Meganâs neck, screaming out as she finally hit her peak, exploding hard. âThere it is...â sheâd observed, licking her lips as she could feel that splash of that heavy gush against her, as Faye kissed and sucked on her neck, still grabbing at her ass in the meantime.Â
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need all the non christians and my ally combatants in the war on christmas to come bitch and moan about christian hegemony with me. this is horrible.
#je parle#if one more goddamn person says happy holidays Only Today. if one more person who knows iâm a jew wishes me a merry christmas#i am traveling back in time and eating baby jesus#because this Blows itâs so frustrating#anyway have a normal non holiday day. have a completely mid day.#i hope your december 25th is so fucking boring and just like every other day of the week. i hope you get to sleep i.#i hope you get to sleep in or go to work or something and i hope itâs fucking normal.#i hope there is nothing special about it.#unless ur celebrating the last night of januka in which case i hope you have the most delicious scrumptious last night#i hope ur candles burn so prettily i hope you win at dreidel#i hope ur bimuelos and sufganiyot are the most succulent ever#i hope you sing the berachot woth meaning and love and i hope they sound just the way you want them to#i hope all the non christians have a delicious day#i hope no one wishes you a happy anything if you donât want to be wished it#i hope you have a lovely relaxing day without any stress#i hope you go to sleep thinking about what a good delightful day you had.#i hope everything you eat tastes good and nourishes you#i hope everything you hear fills you with joy#i hope you see your friends soon i hope you lie in the sun a little#i hope you have a wonderful normal day#i love you#to nov specifically i hope you have a wonderful meaningful day and you feel everything you want and need to feel today
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A message from a loved one just rewired my brain I think
#fucking sobbed so much into my pillow#I'm. So loved ;w;#Not just like. Oh haha yeah you're cool :)#But Seen and Heard and. Ough#I've never felt so happy while having a stream of tears down my face this is fucking wild to me#I need to figure out how to word this and communicate it holy shit#I've felt so much guilt over the past. Feels like forever. Every time I've cried#I've never heard it described as beautiful before...#that even. Crying by being happy. It always had a tinge of. Oh I'm being annoying or oh I'm being just. An ass. Look at her crying again#But. Hearing it described as beautiful by the girl whose heard/seen me cry the most? ;w;#How can I not fall in love with her....#I mean I've been in love with her for a while now but#Ough ough ough ough ough#fuck me running I'm. Buh.#How to explain to a girl that her being here safe and sound now has filled me with so much joy#Like. Not only that but just. She's near. I wanna protect her and now I can if I need to. She was so far before but now?#I can really treat her like the princess she is and we can be together more and I can be close#I just wanna be close to her she makes me feel safe too and I get so many feelings and I get so lovey dovey#I wanna look at her and hold her hand and hug her and hold her close hold her by the hips and weep my love into her shoulder#I keep crying and all I can think about is her saying that its beautiful and it IS beautiful I've always known this#but having that told to me is just. That's love and that was just the thing I needed to hear and ;w;#Like. So WHAT if I'm annoying or weird or cry a lot or have quirks#Thats ME I'm gonna love ME and she loves me too. She knows I cry a lot. She knows I get overwhelmed by emotions and just cry#doesn't matter the emotion but it happens with love a lot cause yeah#And she sees that and calls it beautiful and she's so so right for it#I'm in love thats just about the only thing I can really say about all this this girl is. Amazing. And I'm hers~#I love hearing that so so much I'm hers I'm hers I'm hers!!!~#I feel like I'm floating I'm just. so so enamored#Sending this to her tomorrow cause she's sleeping now but I needed to type and work through emotions and stuff and just.#Yeah it really was what I thought at the start of it all I'm just in love and a girl made me weep with happiness and thats. Beautiful ;w;
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pretend this isnât me youâve never seen me i donât exist
#iâm not even about to start my period and yet iâm just as sad as i usually get around that time#i think a lot of this comes down to what happened with my ex lmao#it was so good until she spent the night for the second time#she came over after a date with someone else where she explicitly told me she planned to have sex#iâve never felt so fucking brushed to the side#i felt like an object. like i was somehow used just so she didnât have to drive up to sf#she truly has no regard for anyone in her life except for herself#i kept telling her i was uncomfortable with her offering me money and yet she offered it to me time and time again#all i asked of her was to tell me if she wasnât masking#and she didnât. she put her comfort over a virus that has already caused life-altering issues for me#iâve never had someone so blatantly disregard me all while claiming to love me#also! fucked up to tell your partner you love them after fucking someone else! cannot believe that has to be said#i thought she was gonna be good for me. i thought finally; finally someone wanted me in person#sometimes it feels like the only people to want me for more than my body and my ability to be walked on are online#which like. i love attention iâll take it all but also it would feel nice to have someone see the all of me and want all of it#also friendship is so wonderful and fills me with so much joy#but feeling so undesired romantically is something iâve lived with for years and it never gets less painful#if i had better taste maybe things would be different#but every single real life partner iâve had has exclusively wanted me for either sex or emotional support#i just want to feel loved#not just told i am#but i want to feel it.#okay sad post over
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Rolan
A Childhood Stolen by War đ
When I think of my little Ř daughter Rolan, the first thing that comes to mind is her innocent laughter that used to fill our home with joy.
Rolan, who is just five years old, was once a lively, energetic child, full of innocence and unaware of anything but playing with her toys đ§¸đ.
Since the war began, everything has changed.
We have been forced to flee several times, each time hoping that it would be our last stop đđď¸.
Rolan would watch us silently as we packed our few belongings, her eyes reflecting fear and confusion about what was happening around her đ.
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SAY HIII! TO THE CAMERA s. geto
â sum. stay quiet and keep him warm and hard, while he is playing video games, thatâs the order. but it seems like too much hardness making you lose control of your body.
warning. non-sorcerer au, roommate geto, spank, cĹck-drunk reader, petnames, dirty talk, overstim, praises, fem! reader, sugu gets annoyed when you canât stay still, heâs annoyed because you make him lose, lol, tats-spank, hĂĄir-pulling, choking, bit exhibitionism.
thereâs something deeply comforting about having geto suguru as your roommate, a kind of unspoken reassurance that no matter how life twists and turns, you have someone in your corner. heâs not just kind; heâs the kind of person whoâs genuinely considerate, remembering the little things that most people overlook. his gentle humor fills even the quietest moments with warmth, and his manners, always so natural, make you feel valued and understood. heâs the type of person who holds open doors, who waits for you when you linger on your way home, and who genuinely listens when you speak, as if your words are the only ones that matter.
living together, youâve come to depend on him in a way that feels both new and familiar. in the late hours of the night, when silence settles over the apartment, there are moments of connection that youâve never found with anyone else. he's seen you in every state â the vulnerable, raw moments when youâre barely holding it together, the giddy highs when youâre spilling over with excitement, and even the quiet days when all you need is to be near someone without saying a word. every joy and every sorrow, heâs there, a constant presence, filling the empty spaces of your life.
over time, though, thereâs another unspoken need that starts to creep in. itâs there in the lingering glances, the way your touches linger just a moment too long, the awareness that builds between you both, each brushing touch leaving a faint trace of longing. youâve found yourself drawn to him, in a way that goes beyond friendship, a desire simmering under the surface that you donât dare voice. itâs been a while since youâve had anyone to share that kind of closeness with, and every time heâs near, you can feel that need building, that craving that he seems to sense. and that âdesireâ you crave so much, geto is there with an open arms and. . . open legs.
it was one of those days a mix of emotions swirling, a growing desire that had been building in the space between you two, bubbling to the surface. without overthinking it, you found yourself outside getoâs room, feeling a thrill as you opened the door without knocking. you were wearing only your skirt and a simple bra, skin tingling under the weight of anticipation.
geto was at his computer, focused on whatever he had been doing, but as soon as he heard the door creak open, he turned, spinning his chair around slowly. his gaze swept over you, eyes darkening with a spark of something unmistakable as he took you in. he let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the view. âwell,â he drawled, his voice a touch rougher, âlooks like someoneâs feeling bold today.â
his own appearance was casual but undeniably alluring. he wore only a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his toned chest bare, catching the soft light from the room. his long, dark hair fell loosely around his shoulders, framing his sharp features and giving him an almost untamed look that made your heart race faster. he watched you with a steady, appreciative gaze, that familiar, playful glint in his eyes turning to something deeper as his eyes traced over your form.
âyou here for something, or just planning to drive me crazy?â he teased, his voice low, dripping with that lazy confidence he always wore so effortlessly. you felt your cheeks warm as you stepped into his room, but you didnât waver, letting your gaze flicker over his chest, taking in the way his muscles shifted.
âi think you know exactly why iâm here,â you replied, keeping your voice light but letting the meaning behind your words settle between you. his smirk widened, and he straightened, reaching a hand out to you, his touch gentle but insistent as he pulled you closer.
his hand brushing your waist, guiding you to stand between his legs. his other hand came up to rest on your hip, fingers tracing small, lazy circles along your bare skin as he looked up at you.
god, the way he looked at you, with that sultry gaze sweeping over every inch of your body, made it nearly impossible to keep your composure. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare skin, each touch almost enough to send a shiver down your spine. the air between you two felt thick, electric, as if it held every unspoken thought, every lingering glance and desire that had built up over time. you could hear the faint hitch in his breath as you stepped closer, closing what little distance remained between you.
âis that right?â he murmured, voice low and rough, his tone thick with barely concealed amusement. âand what did i do to earn this little visit? not that i iâm complaining.â his fingers toyed with the edge of your skirt, tracing a slow line up your thigh that sent waves of warmth through you, each touch building a sweet tension that had you leaning in, craving more.
you couldnât help but hum in response, letting your fingers glide over his bare shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his skin, the solid strength beneath your touch. your other hand found its way to his hair, threading through the long, dark locks that framed his face so perfectly handsome, your fingers lingering as you gently pulled him closer.
âitâs not what you did,â you replied, your voice a low, teasing murmur, your lips close enough to brush against his ear. âitâs what you can do.â the words hung between you, dripping with anticipation, each syllable filled with a promise you knew he could hear.
geto chuckled, a warm, low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. he leaned into your touch, his hand sliding up under your skirt, fingers splaying against your skin, and you could feel the heat of his palm, the barely suppressed tension in the way he touched you.
âoh?â he drawled, tilting his head so his face was dangerously close to your bellybutton. his lips grazed the shell of your skin, his breath hot against your skin. âand what exactly is it that you need me to do, pretty girl?â
before you could answer, his hands found your waist, gently but insistently pulling you down to sit on his lap. his arm wrapped securely around your bare waist, the other hand still warm and steady on your thigh. you felt yourself sink into him, the heat of his skin against yours, the way he held you close with that effortless confidence.
you leaned in, lips close to his ear as you whispered, voice teasing but edged with a hint of urgency. âyou know exactly what i want, suguru,â you murmured, your fingers tracing along his collarbone, feeling his breath hitch as you spoke. âstop pretending to be stupid.â
a lazy smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze darkening with satisfaction as he tightened his hold on you, his hand slipping higher on your thigh, tracing lazy circles that sent a spark of anticipation through you. âoh, sweetheart,â he whispered, voice rough with restrained desire, âiâd never be that stupid.â
geto shifted his hips, the heat of your bodies pressed together, his hand sliding slowly to the curve of your hip. there was a raw, unabashed hunger in his eyes, his gaze traveling over every inch of your exposed skin, taking in every subtle shudder, every quickening breath.
he pulled you even closer, desperate, and you could feel the tension building between the bitten of you as his other hand slid further up your skirt, his knuckles brushing over your inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his hand squeezed your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, an unspoken promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through you.
âif you want something,â he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper, âall you have to do is ask.â then he leaned in, his lips trailing a warm path from your collarbone up to your shoulder, and you could feel the low rumble of his voice against your sensitive skin. he nipped at your ear, his voice a dark, lustful murmur. âbeg me for it, sweetheart.â
his lips traveled back down to your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, and a small gasp escaped your lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. his lips curled into a satisfied smile against your flesh, and his hand slid even higher up your thigh, the heat of his touch searing through you.
âbeg me,â he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. âbeg me to give it to you⌠and iâll give you everything you need.â
and he lies.
you sit on his lap as he games, his cock buried deep inside you, you trying to stifle moans as occasionally he thrusts up into you, barelyâ either too distracted by his stupid games or he just being his usual self, a fucking jerk and a tease. âsuch a gooood girl, baby,â he growls lowly into your ear, muting his microphone. after all, he didnât want his teammates hearing what a good little toy you were being, taking his cock like you were.
how had things turned out like this, you wonder? you were the one that was supposed to be teasing him, not the other way around. now you were the one, stifling whimpers and moans, and almost begging him to fuck you.
âs-suguru, p-please..â you whimper.
he ignores you completely as he goes back to his game, turning his microphone back on, saying, âson of a bitch, you fuckers canât do anything right, can you?â you wiggle your hips on top of him, trying to get him to pay attention to you more, and his hand comes to rest briefly on your thigh, squeezing it tightly. a warning to knock it off. but you continue doing it. you had to take things back under your control, and what better way than by wiggling your hips, feeling him brush up against your sensitive spot, and letting out a quiet whimper.
he mutes his microphone again, letting out a warning growl, and lowly says, ây/n.. stop moving and be a good girl for me, hm?â his voice is dangerous, a sign to dare you to move even just a beat. but youuu, you tilt your head back, peering back into his face, and smile innocently. âi-i donât know what youâre talking about, suguruuu. . .â
your back was facing him as you sat on his lap, elbows resting hard on his computer desk. only you cute pink skirt wrap loosely around your waist with no underwear. your bare nipples pressed against the hard surface. getoâs fingers dig into your thigh, holding you still as he continues playing his game, ignoring your attempts at seduction. his breathing grows heavier, the scent of his arousal filling the air between you. heâs clearly struggling to focus on the match with you writhing atop him like this.
ây/n... i swear if you keep this up, iâm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless,â he warns through gritted teeth, voice menacing. despite the threat, thereâs an unmistakable note of desire lacing his words.
ânow be a good girl and sit still,â he warned, his hand reaches up to grab your hip, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing erection and continue to cockwarming him while heâs playing games with his friendsâ stupid gojo satoru. a choked gasp escapes your lips as he grinds up into you, stretching you deliciously around his girth.
his grip tightens on your hip, guiding your movements to grind yourself against him even more. he doesnât care who hears anymore, his mind consumed with thoughts of claiming you right here and now. his game character takes a hit from an enemy player the moment you do a harsh slammed on his cock, causing him to curse loudly into his mic.
âfuck! âm distracted,â he admits before cutting himself off mid-sentence, realizing just how loud heâd been. he quickly mutes his mic once more, though he makes no move to stop grinding you against him. âthatâs what you wanted, isnât it, y/n? for me to lose focus so i could finally give you what you've been craving.â
his hand slides up your spine from your hip, gripping your neck firmly enough to let you know he means business. âiâm not going to repeat myself y/n, stop fucking moving.â his other hand comes up to slap lightly against your ass after retreating from the keyboard, leaving a warm imprint on your skin before he pushes your chest further to his desk and continues to play his game. gasp!
getoâs dominant grip on your hips and neck sends shivers down your spine, your body responding instinctively to his commanding touch. the sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp and gasp, the sting mixing with the pleasure of having your bare bottom exposed to him.
despite his warnings, you canât help but subtly rock your hips, seeking friction against his thick length still buried deep within you. your upper teeth sinking lowered on your lower lips, a subtle way to hide the desperate moaning. your breath hitches as he pushes you harder against the desk, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body beneath you.
as geto focuses back on his game, you find yourself leaning forward moreâ your nipples touching the cold surface making you shiver, bracing your hands on the edge of the desk under you. this position allows you to sink deeper onto his cock, your inner walls clenching reflexively around him.
with each subtle roll of your hips, geto lets out a low groan, his focus waverting from his game momentarily. he pulls you closer, forcing his cock deeper inside you until you feel every inch of him pressing against your most sensitive spots.
âfucking hell, y/n...â he curses under his breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control. but itâs clear that heâs losing the battle against both his own desires and yours, even against his own stupid games. he smacks your ass again, this time harder, leaving a bright red mark on your flesh.
âbe still!â he demands, his voice laced with both frustration and lust. his fingers dig into your neck, applying pressure just shy of pain. the smack on your ass sends another jolt of pleasure through you, your body arching back against him instinctively. the mix of pain and pleasure leaves you panting, your pussy clamping down on his cock as if begging for more.
despite his command, you canât seem to obey. instead, you press your breasts further into the desk, enjoying the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against the cool surface. each movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the ache building between your legs.
âsuguru... please,â you whisper, your voice barely above a whimper. the desperation in your tone is undeniably begging. getoâs grip on your neck tightens, his thumb brushing over your pulse point rhythmically as he fights against the urge to simply throw caution to the wind and claim you right then and there. instead, he focuses back on his game, cursing loudly when his character takes another hit.
âshit... y/n, shut up before i really lose my shit,â he growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of his hips. his cock surges deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. his other hand losing the touch of his keyboard for a beat to sending a slaps down on your ass again, this time in slow deliberate strokes meant to draw out your pleasure. heâs punishing you for making him lose focus, but also rewarding you for being such a tease.
getoâs punishing thrusts send waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your nails digging into the desktop as you struggle to hold back cries of pleasure. the slow, deliberate slaps on your ass echo through the room, each impact sending tingles racing up your spine.
âahh!â you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, your pleas growing more desperate as the coil of tension inside you winds tighter and tighter. the combination of his thick cock stretching you open and the relentless stimulation to your sensitive ass has you teetering on the brink of climax. you can feel the telltale fluttering in your core, signaling your impending release.
getoâs jaw clenches as he battles to keep his composure, refusing to let go and indulge in the sweet release that beckons him. his fingers waltz down from your neck to the curve of your hip, tightening on the soft flesh, his grip bordering on bruising as he holds you in place, denying you the friction you crave.
ânot yet, y/n... you donât get to come until i say so,â he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. his hips buck upward sharply, burying himself to the hilt inside you for the countless times and grinding against your clit with a forceful thrust.
he repeats this motion several times, using your body for his own pleasure, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in with brutal intensity. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled moans and his guttural groans.
the rough treatment only fuels your desire, pushing you closer to the edge with each powerful thrust. your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him for more as you ride the wave of pleasure heâs forcing upon you. the way you roll your hips like you are either desperately looking for the climax youâve been craving for the past hours, trying to get revenge for keeping you waiting, or just simply trying to suck his soulâ geto are fine either way.
âpleaseee. . . suguâââm gonna cum,â you stutter out, the words trailing off into a series of whimpers. your inner walls clench and flutter around his cock, pulsing with the intensity wanting of your release, âplease, âm sorry,â you cry. your body convulses, each tremor rippling through you as you cling desperately to the desk.
geto grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him, urging him towards his own climax. but he refuses to give in just yet, determined to make you pay for distracting him with your teasing. ânot good enough... beg properly,â he commands, his voice a low growl. he slams into you again, driving his cock even deeper than before, stretching your inner walls to their limitâ kissing your cervix each time. his hand moves from your hip to your dripping cunt, his fingers delving into your wetness, stroking at your swollen clit.
he keeps up this merciless pace, alternating between hard thrusts and swift withdrawals, driving you to the brink of madness. your pleas become more frantic, your body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. âpleaseâ let me cum, i need to...â you gasp out, your voice hitching on each word as you fight to maintain coherence.
each stroke of his fingers against your clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, amplifying the ache in your core. the combination of his thick cock pounding into you and his skilled fingers working your clit has you teetering on the precipice of obliviation.
âiâm sorry, iâm sooo sorryâ pleasee...â you sob, your plea turning into a keening wail as you about to reach your pea only for geto to lift you up off his cock before slamming back into your pussyâ playing with your climax and just generically being an asshole.
geto leans over you, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispers darkly, ânot yet... not till you learn your lesson.â with each thrust, he aims to prove his dominance, showing no mercy as he punishes you for your disobedience. his fingers never relent from their torment of your clit, adding fuel to the fire thatâs consuming you from within.
he reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly before pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. the sharp pinch sends an unexpected surge of pleasure coursing through you, making your back arch off the desk and the game long forgotten.
âbeg better...â he taunts, knowing full well that heâs playing with fire. without saying a word to his friends, geto left his game to open his computer camera. he grab a fistful of your hair to pull your face away from the desk. a soft light illuminating your face. geto smile to his camera as he saw your fucked-face, ruined by your tears and your mascara.
he pulls you closer until your back touches his sweaty chest before snake his arm under your thighs and opens your legs wider to his camera. âsay hi, to the camera y/n,â he whisper in your ear as he rest his chin on shoulder. your breath comes in short gasps, each thrust of his cock sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. the split pinch on your nipple only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
you whimper, your voice choked with unshed tears. the sight of his hand gripping your hair tightly sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you whoâs in control. with the way he pressing your back against his chest, knees straight glue to your chest, you canât help but squirm on top of him. his heavy breathing in your ear, the warmth of his body against yoursâitâs all too much.
âhi. . .â you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible. the words are directed towards the camera, but theyâre laced with desperation and pleading.
geto chuckles, dark and mocking, at your feeble attempt to address the camera, his amusement evident in the way he tightens his grip on your hair. he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of your drenched cunt with ruthless efficiencyâ visible to the camera of his computer.
âthatâs iiiit... look pretty while youâre getting fucked,â he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper that sends chills down your spine. he watches you through the screen, purple eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he observes your reactions. his free hand trails down your body, exploring every curve and crevice with possessive intent. he cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze before smacking it hard enough to leave a red print on your skin.
âstill think you can distract me?â he asks, his tone laced with challenge.
your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations, each thrust of his cock sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. ân-noâcanât, i wonât,â you stammer out, your voice choked with emotion. the sting of his slap on your breast makes you flinch, but it also intensifies the heat coiling in your lower belly. despite the pain and humiliation, you find yourself pushed closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of orgasmic bliss.
geto smirks at your admission, pleased with the submission in your voice. he drives into you harder, relentlessly in his pursuit of your pleasureâand your punishment. âmmm, good girl... now cum for me,â he orders, his voice a seductive mix of command and promise. he lets go of your hair to grasp your throat, applying just enough pressure to ensure your attention remains focused on him and nothing else.
the hand that had been smacking your breasts now finds its way between your bodies, rubbing circles onto your clit while still keeping a firm hold on your throat. he watches intently, observing how your face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the sight of you succumbing to his will.
âlet me hear it... let me hear how good it feels when i fuck you senseless,â he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. âcome on baby, i know you are dirty girl.â your entire being focuses on the sensation of his cock plunging into you, each thrust hitting spots inside you that send waves of pleasure crashing through your body. the pressure on your throat and the stimulation of your clit combine to push you closer to the edge.
a strangled moan escapes your lips, your voice breaking as you try to comply with his demand. âit- it feels so goodâ so fucking good...â you pant, your words punctuated by gasps and whimpers. your pussy clenches around his cock, desperate for release as you cling to the last threads of sanity.
geto grins at your words, satisfaction washing over him as he feels your pussy tightening around his throbbing member. he tightens his grip on your throat slightly, forcing a choked cry from your lips.
âthatâs it... thatâs my good girl,â he praises, his voice a deep rumble of approval. he quickens his pace, each thrust becoming more powerful and deliberate. the sound of your moans and the sight of your flushed face spur him on further. he wants to see you unravel, to witness the moment when pleasure overtakes reason. âcum for me... show me what a fucking mess iâve made of you,â he grunts, his fingers rubbing furiously against your clit, eager to draw out your climax.
your body trembles on the brink of release, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive clit sends you spiraling into oblivion. you throw your head back to his shoulder, closing your eyes as you feel your toes curling and your legs shaking in the air. stars running around behind your eyelids and burst into fireworks.
a loud cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt clenching tightly around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body. your limbs feel weak, your mind foggy as you ride out the intensity of your climax.
âoh god, oh godddd...â you whimper, your body wracked with sobs as you struggle to regain control as geto watches you through his screen. geto relishes the feeling of your cum spasming around his cock, begging to milk him dry and sucking his cum out, and paint your velvet walls white. he lets out a low groan, his own climax building rapidly.
he continues to rub your clit mercilessly, determined to prolong your pleasure even as he approaches his own peak. his grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to breathe raggedly. âlook at you... crying and coming like a fucking whore,â he mutters, his voice thick with lust. he gives one final, deep thrust, burying himself completely inside you as he releases his seed deep within your womb.
your body continues to convulse with aftershocks of pleasure, your cunt still clamping sporadically around his cock. the sensation of his hot cum filling you up pushes you over the edge once more, another wave of ecstasy washing over you. through tear-filled eyes, you gaze up at the screen, meeting getoâs intense purple stare. your mouth hangs open just a wee, panting heavily as you struggle to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
âfuck, suguru,â you whimper, your voice hoarse from crying out during your orgasms. your arms fall limply to your sides, unable to support your weight any longer. youâre utterly spent, drained of all energy and willpower, finally. all you can do is sit there on his lap, impaled on his cock, as he fills you with his essence.
geto watches you intently, drinking in the sight of your ravaged expression and trembling form. he keeps his cock buried deep inside you, relishing the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of your used hole.
he finally releases your throat, his hands moving to cup your breasts instead, squeezing them gently as if testing their weight. he strokes your nipples with his thumbs, teasing them back to hardness. âsuch a beautiful mess,â he whispers, his tone filled with pride and satisfaction. he reaches up to gently wipe away some of the tears trailing down your cheeks, his touch surprisingly tender given the rough sex you just endured.
once heâs satisfied with your appearance, he leans back in his chair, pulling you against his chest as he cradles you in his strong arms. he strokes your hair soothingly, humming a soft melody that seems to vibrate through his body and into yours.
âso beautiful,â he coos, his voice a warm caress against your ear, eyes meeting yours in the land of his screen. âshame weâre only roommate,â he smiling softly before kissing your forehead. your body molds against his, seeking comfort and reassurance after the intense session. struggling the way your body trembling, with the energy left you move to face him, nuzzle into his neck and curl up on his lap, breathing in his scent as you slowly come down from the high of your multiple orgasms.
you let out a soft sigh, your breath tickling his skin. despite the tenderness of the moment, you canât help but feel a pang of sadness at his words. as much as you crave his touch and desire him intensely, you know that this is all it can ever beâa secret tryst between roommates.
âyeah, what a shame,â you murmur, your voice barely audible. you trail off, not daring to finish the thought aloud. you know it would be futile to hope for more, to dream of a future where suguru could be yours openly and without shame. geto holds you close, his arms encircling your waist possessively. he tilts your chin up with one finger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
âdonât look so sad, kitten,â he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. âwe have this, donât we? these moments, just you and me...â he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and claiming every inch of you. when he finally pulls away, youâre both left panting softly.
âi know itâs not ideal,â he admits, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. âbut itâs better than nothing, isnât it? at least we can have this... this connection.â he smiles ruefully, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. âand who knows?â
you nod slowly, trying to convince yourself that yes, this is enough. itâs not ideal, but itâs somethingâsomething real and raw and incredibly satisfying. you capture his hand and press it against your cheek, holding it there as you gaze into his eyes. âyeah, whatever,â you agree softly.
you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm before releasing his hand. you snuggle back into his embrace, feeling contented and oddly fulfilled. maybe this was all you needed after allâto share these stolen moments with geto, to experience the depth of emotion and physical intimacy that he alone could provide.
getoâs smile widens at your acceptance, relief washing over him with hummed followed along after. he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you flush against his muscular frame. âwhatever indeed,â he chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body. he nuzzles your hair affectionately, inhaling your scent deeply.
âiâm glad we understand each other, kitten,â he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. ânow, how about we take a nap? i think weâve earned it after that intense session.â he settles back in his chair, cradling you in his lap as he reclines comfortably. his cock, still semi-hard, presses against your ass, a constant reminder of your recent activities.
âjust rest here with me,â he whispers, stroking your back soothingly. âletâs recharge our batteries for the next time.â geto grins, a devilish glint in his purple eyes. âwhat a sweet shit-talker,â you mutter, too tired or maybe too much of a coward to say it out loud.
the soft insult making the raven-haired man snort, âwell, arenât you a cynic?â his hand moves to stroke your hair, his touch gentle yet firm. âbut hey, even the biggest cynics need a little sweetness now and then, right?â he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. âand besides, iâm just looking out for my favorite roommate.â he winks, his smirk playful yet dangerous.
you roll your eyes, attempting to put up a facade of indifference, but you canât stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. âoh, so iâm your favorite, huh?â you retort weakly, leaning into his touch. âi must be so honored.â
he lets out another of those low laughs, the sound sending a shiver through you. âoh, you should be,â he says, his voice lilting with playful arrogance. âi donât just let anyone sit on my lap, you know. you should count yourself lucky, sweetheart.â
you let yourself relax in his embrace, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket. his hands continue their soothing motions, roaming over your back and hair, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. despite your exhaustion, a cheeky thought crosses your mind as you snuggle closer to him.
âfavorite roommate, huh?â you tease, your voice low and sultry. âi thought i was your only roommate.â
geto chuckles once again, his chest rumbling against yours. âah, semantics,â he replies, his voice a mix of amusement and feigned nonchalance. âdetails, details. my favorite⌠my only⌠same difference, really.â he pulls you even closer, his arms encircling you like a warm, muscular embrace. âbesides,â he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. âyou're the only roommate i need.â
you couldnât help but smile, feeling the warmth of his chest rumbling with his quiet chuckle, his voice laced with that familiar mix of amusement and teasing. his arms tightened around you, drawing you closer until there was hardly any space between you, his embrace both comforting and exhilarating.
as his lips found that sensitive spot on your neck, a soft sigh escaped you, and you leaned into his touch, letting your fingers trail gently along his shoulder. the way he held you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, everything felt like second nature, the kind of closeness that only he could bring.
snuggling closer, you let out a quiet laugh, your eyes half-closed as you nestled against him. âcheeky bastard,â you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you relaxed into his arms. his warmth enveloped you, and you closed your eyes, letting the moment wrap around you like a gentle haze.
his lips curved into a smirk against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back. âdamn right i am,â he replied, his voice low and amused. he shifted in his chair, his muscular arms flexing as he pulled you even closer. you were practically pressed flush against him now, the heat of his body seeping through your skin, a comforting and exciting presence.
geto hums, a pleased sound that vibrates through his chest. his fingers continue their gentle, soothing motions, tracing invisible patterns on your skin, as if heâs trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. âbut i prefer the term âcharming, irresistible bastard,â thank you very much,â he replies jokingly. âand besides, you like it when iâm cheeky.â
a laugh escapes you as his words sink in, a warm, playful sound that melts into the air around you. âi donât know where you got that idea,â you reply, your voice light with mock indignation. âi never said i liked it when youâre cheeky.â
but even as you deny it, your arms find their way around his bare waist, pulling yourself closer, and you can feel his warmth seeping into you, steady and grounding. the rhythmic beat of his heart thumps under your ear, a soothing lull that makes the rest of the world feel like itâs melting away.
with a soft, relieved sigh, you let yourself relax into him, the tension slowly leaving your body as you settle in his embrace. itâs moments like thisâhis warmth, his quiet hum, the way his fingers trace gentle patterns on your backâthat remind you of how safe and at home you feel with him.
geto's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he feels you relax against him, as if he knows exactly the effect heâs having on you. his arms wrap even tighter around you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.
âmmm,â he murmurs, the sound of a low vibration in his chest. âdeny it all you want, sweetheart. but we both know you secretly find my cheeky behavior adorable,â he punctuates his words with a light nip at your neck, a teasing gesture that sends a shiver through you.
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before we shatter â jjk [one]
genre : established relationship, idol!jungkook
word count : 6k
summary : dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.
chapter warnings : nsfw, strong language, mature content, fluff, so much angst, smut, talks of infertility, clit sucking, fingering, Jungkook worships her, dirty talk, doggy style, reader is in so much pain i love her sm, fall vibes <33, gift giving as a love language, pussy slapping with his d, big dick energy, jungkook is desperate. that's about it please mention if i missed anything.
read part two here
a/n : based on this ask so thank you anon for coming forward and giving me a chance to write this. i also wanna mention that im no doctor so please forgive me if i didn't do the topic of infertility justice. the second part gives more clarity in their case so please be kind to wait. enjoy and im v v grateful for you. you're so loved.
When you were a child, barely five, an orange butterfly came flying outside your front door. Your mom told you about it since she saw it first causing your entire face to instantly light up like the fourth of july.
An inexplicable joy filled your whole body making your day ten times better, not that you were having a bad one. A five year old canât have a bad day whatsoever.
After you were done chasing it around, secretly hoping that it would land on your nose just the way they show on television, you had to let it go and head back inside.Â
Oddly enough the next morning you saw it again, this time it was not flapping its wings like it had last night, instead it was sitting on the window beside the door. Quiet and still.Â
You, ever so curious, had to ask your mom about it. âIt might find comfort there,â she said.Â
Up until you met your boyfriend you had spent the majority of your time wondering where your comfort place is, what is that one place where you can just be yourself and not pretend to be some stoic woman. A place which lets you cry whenever you want but also replaces those tears with wide smiles and loud giggles.Â
Turns out, itâs your boyfriendâs arms.Â
Itâs true. Jungkook with his kind, sparkly bambi eyes and bunny smile stole your damn heart a few years ago and is not willing to give it back. Although you canât complain, in a world where people canât seem to find the one for themselves, the angels up there granted you a guy every inch a gentleman. Safe to say itâs not one like one of those titular relationships you've come across.Â
Heâs your solace, a roof where you can safely just about exist.Â
He heals you.
Dating an Idol comes with several perks, the biggest one of those being dealing with the huge amount of selective criticism. You feel hurt, of course, but when youâre with Jungkook, they are nothing but words behind a pixel. A pain that only lasts momentarily.Â
This pain though, is not as mundane. This one is making your stomach twist in apprehension. Youâve lost the count of how many deep breaths youâve taken.
âIâm afraid this is a case of infertility miss _____â the doctor says, earning your attention.
Youâre not able to form a word, however that does nothing to stop your subconscious mind from screaming, I knew it.
Being stupid enough to think you were well prepared to hear her say this, you mustered up the courage to enter the four walled white space which, at that time, didnât feel as narrow as it does now. Itâs almost as if itâs closing up on you.
Only after you sat before the woman in white coat and bad news, did you realize how gut wrenching this actually feels.
You face her with a weak smile, one that doesnât actually reach your eyes, âAre- are you sure youâre not mistaken?âÂ
Dr. Ana leans forward, resting her forearms on the table. The move itself tells you more than you need to. âMiss _____, I know itâll be hard for you to come to terms with this but I suggest you try. I would also like to tell you, and I hope Iâm not overstepping, but you can always go with adoption. The options are endless.âÂ
Your throat feels awfully dry and you gulp. âThank you uh, can I ask you for a favor?âÂ
âAnythingâ
âIf you happen to cross paths with Jungkook, please donât mention anything about this to him.âÂ
Dr. Ana flashes you a kind smile, âOf course not ____. Itâs your personal matter. I wouldnât dare.âÂ
âThanks a lot.âÂ
With one last nod you excuse yourself from her office. Your phone buzzes inside your pocket and you take it out, seeing Jungkookâs number stare up at you.Â
âHeyâÂ
âHey, my love. Are you busy?â His voice nearly brings tears to your eyes. It also brings up a question. Will he act the same towards you after you tell him where you are and what you just heard? Will his voice be filled with the same amount of excitement and affection for you?Â
âNo, honey. Iâm actually at my sisterâs place. She was craving some alone time with her husband and asked me to babysit Cocoâ
You can visualise him awing already. Jungkook has grown attached to your sisterâs daughter a little too much. His bond with Coco is just so bright it makes you wonder if they happened to be an actual father and daughter duo in the past life. Theyâre both full of beans and itâs a delight to see them both together.Â
He chimes, âAh my little Coco bean. Is she near? Let me hear my angel.âÂ
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to come up with any transitory excuse that doesnât make you run for the hills. âSheâs sleeping right now. Made me work for it but I managed to settle her downâÂ
Jungkook moans from the other side of the line and you mentally curse yourself. Not only are you lying through your teeth but also using your innocent niece as a pawn. From the day you began dating Jungkook, youâve not looked at any other man. For the first time now, you have this nagging feeling as though youâre cheating on him.Â
âWell, alright next time then. When are you coming back home?âÂ
âAs soon as they do. Do you miss me already?â I tease.
âPfft me and miss you? ImpossibleâÂ
You gasp, the audacity of this boy. âHow rude!!â
Your goofy boyfriend dares to chuckle, âI carry you with me everywhere I go, love. Itâs hard to miss someone whoâs this close to you every time of the day.âÂ
It doesnât take you long to grasp what he is referring to. The heart shaped bracelet rests proudly on his wrists and the man had refused to take it off ever since you gifted it to him. A sense of longing already creeps up in your heart, twisting it until you run out of breath.Â
Your chest expands as you fill it with much needed air, âListen, honey Iâll give you a call soon yeah? I think Coco has woken up and I must go check if she needs something,â you fake a chuckle, âYou know how she gets when sheâs irritatedâÂ
âOh yes of course. Promise to give me a call soon?âÂ
This time the smile on your face is genuine, âI promiseâÂ
âGive Coco a kiss for me. I love you.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
Thereâs a heavy weight on your chest as soon as you hang up the call. Maybe it has always been there. So, for a couple of minutes you just stand there in the hallway of the hospital taking in the sterile smell and worrisome patients, praying that the highest power up there gives you one last chance so you could try and fix whatâs been ruined.
The commotion around you does nothing to overtake the voices in your head and sadness fires through you as you feel like youâre burning your boats. Despite all of that, you pray for one last time, this time for again being strong enough to let go.Â
Let go of your happiness.
Let go of your salvation.
Let go of your comfort.
Let go of Jungkook.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
You click the door shut behind you, hanging the coat on the rack. Youâre not even done turning around when a muscular arm wraps around your abdomen and youâre pulled back against a taut chest.Â
âI missed youâ his voice is muffled against your jumper.
You run your palms over Jungkookâs forearm, stopping to interlace your fingers with his.The way his hands fit with yours is adorable to you as if they were made to do so. The bracelet on his wrist is cool against your skin and you smile. âYou know whatâs funny? This guy I talked to earlier said itâs impossible for him to miss meâÂ
He rests his chin on top of your shoulders, cheeks warm against yours. He has grown out a stubble which makes him look manlier for some reason and you canât stop caressing it with your fingers whenever you cup his face.
âYouâre talking to other guys?â If you hadnât known Jungkook better than himself, you would have missed the pout of his lips when he said that.Â
You turn your face and place a sloppy kiss on his cheekbones, âOnly my favourite guy in the whole world.âÂ
He breaks out in a toothy grin and holds your gaze. âYouâre my favourite girl too but I think you already know that.âÂ
You nod but the pang of guilt is still lingering in your heart. âStill love hearing it.âÂ
Jungkook releases you from his embrace and walks back, rounding the kitchen counter until heâs holding up a large bowl. âReady for our fall ritual?âÂ
Jungkook and you have been using your mumâs recipe to bake chocolate chip cookies every fall and while you enjoy baking with him, the thing that you take the most pleasure from is his face when he munches on the first cookie.
Itâs one of your favorite sights ever. It takes quite a bit of effort to bake them but hell if you wouldnât do it all over again just to see him close his eyes and moan like it is the best thing since sliced bread.Â
You join him behind the counter and look around. From the way the batter has already been prepared you suppose heâs been at it for a while. There are some chocochips in a small bowl across from you with some cranberries next to them because he knows you like them in your cookies.Â
âYou donât ever forget about the cranberries, do you?âÂ
âNope. Theyâre your favourite plus if you eat well, I can eat you wellâ ouch,â he jumps, âWhat was that for?âÂ
You offer him a glare which does nothing to stop the smile threatening to break out of your lips, âBehaveâÂ
His face inches closer to yours, âNow honey donât be acting like I didnât give you the best orgasm this morningâÂ
Oh well, how can you forget about that? Ninety nine percent of the time you love waking up in his arms while heâs the big spoon but thereâs that one percent where he wakes you up with his head between your legs, sometimes with his face under your shirt sucking on your nipples. Indissoluble passion within him. His ability to satisfy you with his mouth alone needs to be studied because god if you donât crave more and more.Â
You blink, once twice thrice, âYouâre incorrigibleâÂ
He lets out a cackle at your flustered face as you wonder when you will stop blushing like a fool around him. Itâs been years and he still makes you feel like youâre wrapped up in a ball of jitters. Jungkook leans back and straightens up. He plucks the apron from the counter before coming up behind you. âHold your hair up for meâ He demands.Â
You grab a fistful of your hair and lift them up as he settles it on your neck before tying the knot at your back. With one last kiss on the back of your neck he joins you.Â
âHow long has it been since you began making this?âÂ
âNot long ago. Thought Iâd wait for you to come back home and then continueâ
You watch him add the chocochips into the dough. His tattoos are barely visible behind the cozy sweater heâs wearing. At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, Jungkook with his perfect physique and gorgeous face looks good in everything, more so naked, but nothing triggers your cuteness aggression more than him wearing a fluffy knitted sweater, believe it or not. One which you knitted at that.
He pulls your attention away pausing your little drooling session, âHowâs Coco bean doing?âÂ
A sudden urge of getting close to him creeps up and you sneak between the counter and him, hugging him as you nuzzle your face in his chest. He smells like cinnamon. He places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before resting his chin there.Â
âYou smell so goodâÂ
âThanks and sheâs as chaotic as ever. Nailea bought the cutest pair of pyjamas for her,â you look up at him, âShe looked like a loaf of bread when they made her wear it.âÂ
âNo way. Should we buy her another one of those?â he pulls back, barely able to hide the excitement on his face.
âYouâre gonna spoil herâÂ
âDamn right I will and if you call this spoiling, wait till I get one of those made by me.âÂ
There it is.Â
If Jungkook wasnât so fond of children, would it have been easier for you to cope? You do realize that youâre a stoneâs throw away from losing him for once and for all. In the old days you heard somewhere that it takes a strong man to save to save himself and a great man to save another.
You want to be that brave person who saves him from lifelong loathing and regret towards you.
This turning point in your life gives you two options, one where you can hang by a thread and bite your tongue while you continue your life with him, another where you set him free. The latter one wins and you, however, lose.Â
âHey you went silent there. You okay?â He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb grazing your cheekbones so gently you try not to cry.Â
You nod and flash him a smile. Or at least you try to smile and detach yourself from him. âPerfect. Letâs get those cookies baking shall we?âÂ
Jungkook keeps looking at you with an expression which tells you heâs trying to search for something, but you try not to give anything away. Yet.
He gives you a look, his eyes sparkling under the low light in the room,
âWait here for a second iâll be right backâÂ
âWhere are you goi-â
âJust a second. Donât moveâ His voice trails off as he goes further into the bedroom. A minute later when he comes back, thereâs nothing different about him except the sneaky smile on his face. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist as he sits you on the counter. Your hands instantly clutch his shoulders for support.Â
âWhat is happening, baby?â You mumble, clearly in a fog.Â
He says nothing as he gets down on his knees. Taking a hold of your right leg, he places it on his thigh. You swallow.
He looks up, clashing his eyes with yours, âYou ask too many questions, do you know that?âÂ
Seconds later heâs taking something out of his jogger pocket and a cool sensation brushes your skin. You peek down, curiosity finally killing the cat as you see a silver anklet adorned by a pink stone in the middle of it embraced around your ankles.Â
His name is a whisper on your lips, âJungkookâ Â
He gets up, facing you as he stands. But not before pecking the anklet as well as your skin. His face which earlier was eerie, now entirely soft.Â
âMom sent this for you.âÂ
You donât hold back tears this time, letting them run free. You glance at the jewellery again as it shines under the light of the kitchen lamp. The pink stone glares at you as if it knows youâre not worthy of such a valuable item.Â
âItâs beautifulâ
He gently wipes the tears away,
âItâs just the beginning, love. Iâm not gonna stop until I see a band wrapped around your finger. I feel too lonely being the only one there.âÂ
You playfully smack him on the chest, a giggle slipping free. With a tired shake of your head you admit, âThis is overwhelmingâÂ
âWhat is?â he asks,
âAll of this,â you keep your gaze on him, sniffing as you continue,âYour little acts of service, your love, your presence and now this gift. I feel like Iâm taking too much not giving enoughâÂ
Your throat feels too tight, as if someone is just cutting off your air supply when you should be feeling free in his arms.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows tense as he reaches for you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he tries to reassure you, âDonât say that. I hate when you question your worth,â he pecks the back of your hands, âThese hands feed me, hold me when I need them to, give me warmth, gentle touchesâ,
His lips find both of your eyes next as you close them, feeling his soft lips on them,
âThese eyes tear up with happiness every time you listen to me in the studioâ,
Your ears follow next, âThese ears tolerate my snoringâ,
Then your lips, âAnd this mouth, my favourite, whispers âi love youâ to me every morning, leaves kisses on my skin, screams my name and most importantly, forms the loveliest smile when I make you happy.â His eyes are oh so gentle as he says this.Â
Youâre about to respond when his phone buzzes on the counter next to you. Your heart stops. Fuck is it Dr. Ana?
To your surprise, itâs Jiminâs number on the screen.
âPick it up, honey. It might be important.âÂ
His thumb presses on the red button as he declines the call, âIâll talk to him later. My girlfriend comes first.âÂ
Neither of you say a word as the room gets filled with a comfortable silence. The cookies are long forgotten, your eyes doing all the talking. Even if you try your hardest youâre not sure you can say anything which is remotely justifiable of what he just said to you.
Jungkook is so much more than meets the eye, heâs vulnerable, heâs empathetic, heâs loving. His eyes shine the brightest when heâs happy about something and youâre so full of contempt about the fact that eventually you will be the one to snatch away that shine. This hornetâs nest is going to ruin me, ruin him.Â
âI wanna kiss you so badâ He whispers, leaning closer but you stop him with your palms on his chest.
âWait, I-I want to talk about somethingâÂ
His voice is downright pleading when he says, âLater baby. Iâm fucking gonna die if I donât take that mouth right now. Please?â his breath touches your bare lips.Â
Feeling a flutter in your chest you nod and he leans towards you, hand cupping your lower jaw as he touches his lips to yours. Softly at first, then his pace quickens. Your hands grab his sweater as you pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. His moan echoes followed by your own as you both lose yourselves in each other. You let go of every menacing thought and just focus on the taste of his lips.Â
He pulls back slightly, taking a deep breath as he fills his chest with air. Those beautiful lips are pink and swollen from the heated kiss you just shared with him. Getting rid of the sweater, he tosses it aside as his eyes sparkle with amusement.
Without wasting any time he begins nibbling at your neck, slightly biting onto it as your hands run over his back. Heâs so beautiful it takes your breath away. Not to toot your own horn but you have the most gorgeous boyfriend and youâre not ashamed to show him off.Â
His lips ghost over your nipples from over your high neck top and you groan.
âJungkook, pleaseâÂ
He pulls back with a smug look on his face, âPlease what ____?âÂ
âPlease fuck me. I need your cock so bad.âÂ
âYeah? Is that what my girl wants?âÂ
At this point your body is thrumming with anticipation and desire as you watch him move his hands closer to the waistband of your pants. His hands pause when they meet the lace material, his pupils dilate.Â
He smiles, âItâs the one I gifted you. Were you hoping for this huh?âÂ
Your lips stretch into a smile. You hadnât particularly hoped for this, no, because your relationship with him is not just based on physical pleasures. You guys have sex of course, but itâs not the prominent part of the bond you share. Itâs more than that. The lace lingerie set was gifted to you by Jungkook on a random day. It was one of those quote unquote just because gifts.Â
âWhat do you think?â you ask, giving him a quick kiss.Â
He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you there for a moment before leaning back and looking straight into your eyes. âI think you should lose it or else Iâll ruin itâÂ
You gasp, swatting him on the bicep. âDonât you dare. Itâs my favourite pairâ Â
Without preamble he picks you off the counter making you wrap your legs around his waist. You both are so close it takes your breath away. Chest to chest, groin to groin, face to face with lips inches away from each otherâs as you share a breath.Â
He walks into your shared bedroom as you clash your lips against his, pulling his lower one between yours, earning a groan out of him. You both are downright feral, letting your hands run over every area of each otherâs body. Jungkookâs hands grabbing your ass, yours pulling on his hair lightly before trailing down his chest, pausing on his pecs.Â
When you reach your bedroom, he sits himself down with you on top of his lap. Your hips move forward and you hiss as your still jean clad pussy brushes his cock. Heâs so hard you wonder if heâs close to coming already.Â
Rough hands scrape over your back, hips, down your thigh before they finally settle on either side of your waist, gipping them tightly but also with a hint of gentleness. One thing you admire about your man is that he doesnât treat you like a fragile woman, he knows youâre strong and youâll not break if heâs rough with you.Â
Jungkook pulls back from your lips.âFuck honey, youâre such a goddess. Look at this body. I still canât believe I get to call you mineâÂ
You shake your head, totally under his spell. âIâm the lucky one here, baby. You have no idea how lucky I am.âÂ
His hand brushes over your ass before he dips it inside your pants, reaching your already soaked pussy as he pushes a finger inside you. This earns a whimper from you as you tip your head back.Â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, ____. Want me to show you how lucky I am?â He takes the finger out before pumping it back again. You moan as his other hand gips the nape of your neck and he brings his mouth to your neck, biting on it.Â
âOh my godâ you cry, seeing him suck the finger clean and face forming an expression filled with the deepest level of satisfaction as he closes his eyes.Â
Setting his eyes back on you, he sighs, âThis isnât my first time tasting you, honey. But it gets better every fucking time and I find myself craving you an unhealthy amount, you know that? Do you know how crazy I am for you? Could eat you out everyday and wouldnât need anything else to feel full.â His words send a shiver down your spine. âYouâre my favorite meal.âÂ
He pushes three fingers back inside with a slight force and you let out a scream, arching your back. He takes one nipple into his mouth and gives it a long suck, letting it go with a loud pop.Â
âOh yes, just like that. Suck it again, babyâ You beg and he does exactly that as he takes the other sensitive bud into his mouth.Â
Youâre not sure if you have been this vocal about your needs with anyone before him. Not that you dated a lot, for a person whoâs a hopeless romantic to the core youâve always found yourself waiting for the right one. Additionally, you believed your body to be as sacred as a temple. Surely there had to be a guy somewhere who would treat it as such.
Then, enters Jungkook who not only was out of your league metaphorically but literally. He lived miles away from your place so there was not a chance you could have let anything take place between the both of you. But as they always say, the heart wants what it wants. To put it briefly, there was chemistry, a connection you didnât want to lose.
Strong fingers pump into you. In and out, in and out. âYouâre so wet. What do you say? Should I lick you clean?âÂ
âYes, ah oh my goodness thatâs sooo goodâ you toss your head back, slowly grinding against his hands.Â
He wraps an arm around your waist, lifts you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed. Keeping his eyes still locked with yours he gets rid of his jogger, letting his cock spring free.
It bobs and you lick your lips, already wanting to take it into your mouth but you know for a fact that he wouldnât let you do that, not because he doesnât want you to but because he wants to give you the highest amount of pleasure first. As he always does.Â
Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh as gives his cock a pull, his eyes running over your whole body. Up and down then back at your face again. Youâre still not fully bare in front of him while heâs standing there, all in his glory.Â
âLose the pantsâ he commands.Â
You immediately slide out of them and toss them on the floor somewhere. He grabs you by the hips, jerking you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down on his knees. Spreading your legs wider he releases a breath. Warmth touches your wet pussy and you prop yourself up by the elbows to look at him.Â
You need to look at him if you want to stay sane, have to feel him with you here. Shivers run through you even by the thought of not being able to feel him and this ever again. This might as well be your last day on this god awful planet from the way the ache in your chest keeps on increasing. It makes a home there, not letting you entirely forget about the eventualities.Â
âGod youâre dripping, honeyâÂ
âFor youâ you admit.
Hot and wet kisses are left to the inside of your thigh and your hands find the back of his head as you grip it lightly.Â
His head lifts up, his eyes finding yours, âDonât hold back,____. Grip it as tightly as you want to. I donât want any hesitations because when I fuck you, Iâm not going to be holding back. You hear me?âÂ
A desperate moan leaves you, and he rewards you by kissing your pussy. Keeping his eyes on you, he doesnât give you a chance to whine out your needs before his tongue is licking a single line up your clit.
He moans and gently tugs on your clit. âSuch a perfect cuntâÂ
You push his head against your pussy and rock forward, chasing your orgasm.Â
âFeels so good, feels so perfect, babyâ you murmur.
Just when youâre starting to feel the climax incoming, when Jungkook suddenly grabs you by the waist and flips you, so heâs lying down and youâre on top. Then, he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you for a heated kiss.Â
He pulls back, âSit on my face, my queenâÂ
Your eyes widen and you hesitate, but you donât want to. You wanna let go, knowing youâre lucky enough to get something like this in this lifetime, so you give in. He hoists you up by the hips, positions you over his face and pulls you down. His warm breath feels like a soft whisper against your pussy.Â
You cry out in pleasure as soon as his tongue dives deep inside you, squeezing your tits in your hands. Grinding against his face, you close your eyes and just⌠feel. Feel the heat, feel the emotions, feel the intimacy, feel the ache in your chest.
A thought crosses your head and you wonder if youâre doing something wrong, something selfish. Touching him like this and getting consumed by him feels like youâre doing nothing but ruining him.Â
He sucks on your clit with sheer eagerness and desire, pulling you further down so youâre putting your weight on his face. Concern perks up and you look down, trying not to crush him but it seems like he couldnât care less.Â
âLet go, honey. Just focus on my mouth.âÂ
Let go. God, how bad you hate those words. They feel like acid in your ears.Â
âKeep going, Jungkook. Donât you dare stopâ you cry out.Â
Soon enough youâre aching your back, cunt pulsing against his lips as you come. He swallows every single drop as if heâd die if he doesnât and leaves you in awe. You slump, letting your body relax.
Much to your amusement, he doesnât give you enough time to relax before heâs turning you over until youâre on your knees. Hot passionate kisses are placed on your sweaty back, pulling a gasp from you.Â
âWhat a fucking sight. I wish you could see how stunning you look right now and itâs all because of me, isnât it? This glistening back, this wet cunt,â he strokes a finger down your pussy, âItâs all because of me and you dare to call yourself lucky?âÂ
You catch a sight of him stroking himself over your shoulders and your breath quickens.Â
His abs are glistening with sweat and his chin still has your cum on it.Â
He smirks, âLike what you see, honeyâÂ
âYouâre beautifulâÂ
His eyes soften, letting his hands drop from his angry and already leaking with precum cock, he grabs either side of your hips and lines himself against your needy pussy. You let your head drop on the mattress and clench your fist, preparing yourself for him. He gives your cunt a slight slap with his cock before filling you in, groaning as he goes deeper.
You moan, âFuck baby. Thatâs so deep.âÂ
âYouâre so warm, honey. You feel like homeâ he thrusts again.Â
His hands grip yours, and he covers your body with his own, still thrusting inside with rough movements. His chest feels warm and safe against your back as it fills you with a deep sense of safety, protection and love.
You match every thrust of his with your own, moving your hips backwards. Your tits are getting equal attention from him as he pinches the two sensitive buds between his fingers.Â
You both chase your high with you screaming out his name and him whispering yours like a prayer. He gives in one last thrust before heâs coming inside you, his teeth biting on your shoulder. Youâre following him soon as you grip the bed sheet tighter in your fist, moaning as you come.Â
Before you collapse, he pulls you upright and lets his cock slide out of you. His fingers push his cum inside your throbbing cunt, making your stomach twist in pain.
You murmur. âI love youâÂ
His lips stretch into one of those lazy smiles you love so much. âI love you too, my precious girl. Now, do you wanna sleep or go make those cookies?â a sloppy kiss is pressed on your forehead.Â
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you pull him on top of you, âShould we save those for later? I really wanna cuddleâÂ
He presses a soft kiss on the tip of your button nose, âSure. Let me clean you up first. You donât have to move an inch, just relax.âÂ
Minutes later heâs coming back with a bottle of water and a bowl of marshmallows. You bite back a chuckle when you look at his face. Thereâs such a deep crease between his eyebrows youâd think heâs trying to win a game of uno or something.Â
But itâs short lived when he places the items on the nightstand and gazes at you, his eyes having the same funny look they had earlier in the kitchen.You try to summon your most unbothered and good natured grin but it doesnât do shit to stop the electricity from running through your blood.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you ask, biting your lip.
An uncertain laugh slips out of him, âI donât know. Iâm- God, I really donât know but I have this weird feeling that something is not right.â He begins cleaning you up but you canât shake the feeling of nervousness and anxiety away.Â
You know for a fact that heâs right. Something is not right, in fact nothing is right.Â
He peeks at you from between your legs, âHey, what is it that you wanted to talk about?âÂ
The air whooshes out of your lungs. Should you come clean? Is it the right time?Â
You huff a tight laugh. âItâs nothing actually. Can we talk about it later?âÂ
When heâs done cleaning you up he places a small kiss on both your knees and stands up. Offering you a nod, he says, âWhenever you feel like it. Iâm not going anywhereâÂ
Yet. Heâs not going anywhere yet.Â
You grin, âI wouldnât let youâÂ
He lets a laugh slip out as he walks inside the bathroom. Then, he comes back, settles himself beside you and brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. His feet find yours as he touches the anklet with them.Â
âLetâs sleep. Iâll be here when you wake upâ he promises.Â
Morning comes quickly as the sun casts its glow on your sleepy yet excited eyes. Holding out a hand, you try searching for your boyfriend next to you, but a slight sting arises in your heart when heâs not there. You open your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight.Â
Although, you hoped you did not wake up, you hoped death consumed you in your sleep because the person across from you is a total stranger. A stranger whose eyes are misty and mouth is pulled down in deep frown, a sunflower bouquet in one hand and the other one holding a blue file so tightly you can see his knuckles turning white.
Jungkook holds out the file to you, âHow long were you planning to hide this from me,____?âÂ
For the first time in your life, you hate your name. You hate how bitter it sounds coming from his mouth like this.It has always been â____, youâre my everything,â âI love you,____â, â_____, you mean the world to meâ.
Acid bubbles in your stomach at his words, and you canât help but sob. You wonder if the butterfly was preparing you for this day. If she could talk, what would she have said to you?Â
The words that leave him next might as well be daggers in your chest, "Tell me, honey. Is it the important thing you wanted to talk about but held back just to get a good fuck out of me?"
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! STICKY
>> jjk kink hc's
FT! Â gojo, geto, nanami, toji
! warnings 18+CONTENT, MDNI. , not proofread, fem reader, pure filth, breeding kink, mating press, overstimulation, switch!gojo(?), fingering, p in v, raw sex(wrap it b4 u tap it tho!), riding, oral, praise, oral
~ A/N: re-uploading this from my old blog LOL idk requests r open and make sure to take care of urself ily ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âĄŕ˝ŕžÂ likes + reblogs + comments r always appreciated!
đź NANAMI
I think as a fandom we all agree Nanami is a family man. Heâs got a steady and stable relationship with you, so who better to have his kids then you?
I like to think he got baby fever after he saw you holding your niece for the first time ,just falling in love with how sweetly you spoke to the baby, how gentle you looked, like a natural mother.
It for sure got his cock in a stir.
Thoughts of you round with his kid filled his head, thinking of you taking care of the little bundle of joy almost had him bend you over in the nearest room.
Guaranteed for the next few weeks(at least) heâd have you bent over, pumping you full of his cum. Heâd hold your legs close to your ears, putting you in a mating press while his cock pumps you full.
Nanami would just keep stuffing you full over and over again, overstimulating himself just to get you pregnant. Fucking you until youâre nearly cross-eyed from just how many orgasms he;s pulled from your sore, stuffed pussy.
Nanami who would keep fucking you sore every night until he sees a positive pregnancy test. And even with that, heâd fuck another one into you as soon as he can <3
đź GOJO
Whether heâs being overstimulated, or overstimulating you, this man loves it.(heâs a whore.)
With you, he loves seeing the fucked out expression on your face and he pulls out your nth orgasm, watching how you writhe and shudder as his fingers delicately work you open. Or when heâs fucking you raw with his cock, mushroomy tip hitting that spongy spots that makes your toes curl. He makes it his goal to cum at least 3 times before he even thinks about coming himself.
But it also goes the same way when you overstimulate him. Could be from riding him, sucking him off, or just even a simple handjob. I like to believe heâs got a sensitive tip, so itâs easy to overstimulate him. And for a fact, he loves it.
Heâs a whimpering, moaner, and groaner 4 sure. So youâll know heâs come enough time when he starts getting more vocal than he already is. Or when his hips rut into your mouth or hand, or just straight up holding your hips while he ruts up into you.Â
Heâll keep both of you overstimulated until you give out, or heâs practically âshooting blanksâ
đźGETO
Geto in my heart will forever be a soft lover. He could fuck rough, sure, but i like to think a majority of the time he treats you very sweetly(unless youâve been a brat but thats a diff talk)
He just loves to fuck you, even if heâs fucked you so dumbed that its gone in one ear and out the other. Something about the sparkle in your eyes when he coos sweet words at you just gets him going even more.
âOpen your legs, baby, âwanna see that pretty pussy.â Heâd coax at you, leaving wet, open kisses along your thighs.Â
âThatâs it, good girl, always listening to me.â Geto praised. Heâd always take his time with his fingers, mouth, or cock.Â
Heâd talk you through it, praising how well youâre doing, how pretty you look with that look of ecstasy on your face. Heâs just smitten with you, and it will always show when hes got you in his hands.
đź TOJI
Tojiâs a sucker for oral. I will not be fought on this
He seems like he would enjoy receiving oral and giving it just as equally. But when i tell you heâd fuck your mouth, i mean it.
Heâs the type to hold your hair in a pigtail, gliding your mouth along his cock; just the way he likes it. His ears suck up all the lovely gasps and gags you make, the small moans and whimpers. Heâd love watching as you try to circle your clit and suck him off at the same time, watching as you try to find something to rub your dripping wet pussy against.
When heâs giving oral, he might just be enjoying it more than you. Heâd have a wole feast down there, spelling his name on your clit, sucking your juices; there's really no stopping him and his meal.Â
He just canât get enough of the way your thighs squeeze around his head, or how your hands pull at his hair, bumping your clit up against his nose.
He thinks you look equally as pretty on your knees between his manspread, face buried in his happy trail as you suck at his cock.
Suguru Geto who loves just how shy you get whenever her teases or flirts with you. Whether it be the gentle grab of your ass in that skirt, or the way he whispers filthy words into your ears even if there's people around.
Suguru Geto who makes sure to kiss your neck and leave hickies, provoking those sweet, sweet whines and begs for him that fall from your pretty lips.Â
Suguru Geto who buries himself between your thighs, arms locked around the fat of your thigs, tongue working onto your clit as if it was his last meal. His eyes stay on your face the entire time, pulling his mouth away if you dare to look away from him.
âLook at me baby, wanna see that pretty face when you cum.â
Suguru Geto who can say the most filthy things about you with a straight face, with the taste of your juices on his lips after making you cum 3 times. He loves the look of pure euphoria on your half lidded eyes.
Suguru Geto who still teases you when he stuffs your cunt full of his thick cock. Itâs sinful with his hands roam around your body, leaving marks on your hips, and playing around with your tits. His eyes watch those lustful expressions on your face as his dick slides in and out of you, hitting all those sweet spots from the curve of his cock.
Suguru Geto who has you keep your eyes on him as he drills your overstimulated pussy, pelvis bumping on your swollen clit.Â
âThat's it, good girl. Looking so pretty taking this cock, cuntâs practically talking to me.â Heâd whisper in your ear, gently kissing the trace of your jawline, feeling just how hot your face was.
Suguru Geto who loves the fucked out look on your face as he makes you cum for the nth time. Hazel eyes watching how your eyes practically roll to the back of your head, body trying to squirm away as you squirt on him again.
Suguru Geto who cums in you over and over again, the lewd look on your face nearly imprinted in his mind. He knows just how much you love feeling the warm, hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your gummy walls.
âSpread your legs baby, that's it.. Wider. Good girl.âÂ
Suguru Geto who loves watching the cum drip from your cunt, mixed in with your juices. Sometimes heâll go back to eat you out after heâs came inside you.
Suguru Geto who loves to tease you, get you all flustered and worked up just to fuck you dumb minutes later.
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Family Business
Summary: Hangman finally goes back to top gun and the daggers....well they want the tea
Warning: Contains alcohol, cursing, teasing, mentions of labour, postpartum.
Word count: 2636 words
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader
English is not my first language so I apologies for mistakes
Could be read alone or as part three of Little Life and Silly little life
Three weeks had passed since Jake had set foot on the Top Gun base, and as he walked into the hangar, he could feel all eyes on him. The usual hum of the hangar, the sounds of jets being prepped, filled the air, but this time it felt like he was walking into an ambush. He had been out of the game long enough for them to noticeâand that meant one thing: relentless teasing.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, Phoenix spotted him and was on him like a hawk. âWell, look who finally decided to show his face,â she said with a grin, crossing her arms. âI was beginning to think you forgot how to fly, Hangman.â
Jake smirked, unbothered as he swaggered toward them. âI donât forget anything, Trace.â
âYeah, except how to show up,â Rooster chimed in, leaning against one of the jets. His aviators glinted in the sunlight as he shot Jake a smirk. âWhereâve you been, man? Canât imagine someone like you being tied up with âfamily business.â Sounds like an excuse to me.â
Jake rolled his eyes, leaning against a nearby crate. âFamily business, Bradshaw. Not an excuse. Itâs called responsibility, but I wouldnât expect you to know much about that.â
Rooster raised an eyebrow, a cocky smile spreading across his face. âResponsibility? You? What, did you have to help your mom put up Christmas lights or something?â
Phoenix snorted, nudging Bob in the ribs. âJake âHangmanâ Seresin, family man. Didnât think Iâd see the day.â
Payback and Fanboy joined in, shaking their heads as they exchanged looks. âHangman with family business? Did the world end while you were gone?â Payback teased. âOr is this some weird alternate universe weâre living in?â
Fanboy laughed, throwing up his hands. âSeriously, what kind of family business does someone like Hangman even have? I thought your whole life was flying and flirting.â
Jake shrugged, keeping his expression neutral despite the barrage of questions. âFamily business is just thatâfamily business. Nothing for you all to worry about.â
âCome on, man,â Bob finally spoke up, his quiet curiosity breaking through. âYouâve been gone for weeks. Thatâs not like you. Weâre just trying to figure out whatâs up.â
Jake could feel their eyes all on him, waiting for some sort of juicy explanation, but he wasnât about to give them anything. Not yet. Not about Y/N, and definitely not about their daughter Ellie-Mae. The last thing he needed was the whole squad knowing about the tiny bundle of joy waiting for him back in Texas.
âI told you,â Jake said smoothly, his hands in his pockets as he kept his tone casual. âJust family stuff. Nothing to lose sleep over.â
Phoenix raised an eyebrow, her arms still crossed as she studied him. âYou sure you didnât get married while you were gone? Or maybe youâre secretly a CIA agent and just canât tell us.â
Rooster laughed, shaking his head. âNah, if Hangman was in the CIA, he wouldnât be able to keep his mouth shut. Heâd be bragging about it every chance he got.â
Jake shot Rooster a look, but before he could respond, Phoenix waved a hand. âWhatever. Itâs not like youâre gonna tell us anything, so Iâm not wasting any more of my time.â
The others murmured in agreement, their curiosity still piqued but knowing better than to press Jake any further. The teasing eased up, and they turned back to their tasks, still throwing the occasional glance his way. But Coyoteâstanding back, watching with his arms crossedâhad remained quiet the entire time, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He was the only one who knew the truth, after all. Coyote had been there from the beginning, the one person Jake trusted with everything. He knew about Y/N, about the love that had blindsided Jake and changed his life in ways he never expected. And now, he knew about Ellie-Maeâtheir beautiful little girl with Jakeâs eyes and Y/Nâs fierce spirit. Coyote had kept Jakeâs secret this whole time, and the amusement on his face showed just how much he was enjoying watching Jake dodge all the questions.
Once the teasing finally died down, Jake excused himself from the group, heading toward the locker room to grab his gear. He could still feel the weight of their eyes on his back, but it didnât bother him. He was used to the squadâs prying, but he wasnât ready to let them in on his new life just yet.
As he rounded the corner, making sure he was out of earshot, he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, Coyoteâs hand landed on his shoulder, and he started shaking him playfully.
âHangman,â Coyote laughed, gripping Jakeâs shoulders as he gave him a few good shakes. âYou lucky son of a bitch! Walking around here like nothing happened, when youâve got a damn baby at home!â
Jake chuckled, turning around to face him, though he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the others werenât following. âKeep your voice down, Javy. You trying to let the whole base know?â
Coyote let out another laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. âMan, I still canât believe it. Ellie-Mae, huh? I knew you were going soft when you started talking about Y/N, but a baby? Thatâs next-level.â
Jake grinned, unable to help himself as the thought of Ellie-Mae filled his mind. âYeah, well, didnât exactly plan on it, but⌠here we are.â
Coyote clapped him on the back, his eyes shining with genuine excitement. âYouâre a dad now, bro. Thatâs wild. Howâs it feel?â
Jake paused for a moment, letting the question sink in. He thought about Y/N, the late nights with Ellie in his arms, and the way his heart practically burst every time he looked at her. âItâs⌠crazy,â he admitted, his voice softening. âHard to believe I could love someone that much. Itâs terrifying, but in the best way.â
Coyote chuckled, shaking his head. âI bet. You better start getting used to diapers and spit-up, man. Youâre in for a wild ride.â
Jake rolled his eyes, though the grin never left his face. âYeah, well, itâs worth it. Y/N and Ellieâtheyâre everything.â
Coyoteâs expression softened as he gave Jake another firm clap on the shoulder. âYouâre a lucky guy, Hangman. You know that, right?â
Jake nodded, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. âYeah, Javy. I know.â
With that, they stood there for a moment in silence, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them. Coyote was rightâJake was lucky. Luckier than he ever thought possible. And as much as he loved flying, he knew that his real world was waiting for him back home.
That evening, the Dagger squad made it their mission to squeeze answers out of Jakeâanswers they knew he wasnât going to give up willingly. But their tactics had shifted from teasing to something more strategic: drinks. Theyâd dragged him to the bar near the base, determined to make him pay for disappearing for three weeks without so much as a solid explanation.
Phoenix nudged him as they settled around a table. âAlright, Hangman, since you wonât tell us where youâve been, the least you can do is buy the first round.â
Jake rolled his eyes, but his grin never faltered. âOh, I see how it is. You think a few drinks are gonna loosen my tongue?â
Rooster smirked from across the table. âYou never know. Maybe after a couple of shots, youâll be singing like a bird.â
The whole squad chuckled at that, and even Jake had to laugh, though he wasnât planning on revealing anything. âFine, fine,â he said, standing up. âBut donât expect any stories. This is just because Iâm a generous guy.â
Payback clapped him on the back as he headed toward the bar. âWeâll take what we can get, man. You owe us.â
Jake made his way through the crowd, ordered the drinks, and carried the tray back to the table where the squad was already lining up a game of pool. The atmosphere was lively, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. He handed out the drinks, then leaned against the pool table, chalking up a cue as Rooster took the first shot.
But just as Jake was about to join in, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He glanced down at the screen, and his heart did a little flip when he saw Y/Nâs name pop up, along with the FaceTime icon.
âOf course,â Phoenix muttered when she saw him glance at his phone. âLet me guessâmore âfamily businessâ?â
Jake smirked, putting the cue down. âYeah, something like that. I gotta take this.â
A collective groan rose from the squad. âCome on, man!â Rooster protested, lining up his next shot. âCanât it wait?â
Jake shook his head. âNot this time, Bradshaw. You guys keep playing. Iâll be back.â
He slipped outside the bar, leaving the noise behind as he stepped into the cool evening air. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the sidewalk, and he found a quiet spot away from the crowds before answering the call. As the screen connected, the familiar sight of Y/Nâs desk came into view. She was sitting there, her hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing one of Jakeâs old t-shirts. But what really caught his attention was the tiny bundle wrapped against her chestâEllie, snug in her baby wrap, sound asleep.
Jakeâs heart swelled at the sight of them, and his usual cocky grin softened into something more genuine. âHey, darlinâ,â he said, his voice low. âHowâre my girls doing?â
Y/N smiled, her eyes tired but full of love. âWeâre good. She just went down after her evening fuss. Thought Iâd call you before it gets too late.â
Jake leaned against the wall, his smile widening as he watched Ellieâs little chest rise and fall with each soft breath. âSheâs getting bigger every day,â he said, his voice filled with wonder. âI swear she looks different already.â
Y/N chuckled softly. âThatâs because she is. Youâre missing out on all her growth spurts while youâre out there playing pool and buying your squad drinks.â
Jake winced playfully. âBusted. Yeah, they dragged me out tonight, trying to get me to spill where Iâve been. They donât know about you or Ellie yet.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âStill keeping us a secret, huh?â
âFor now,â Jake said, his tone softer. âI just want to keep this between us a little longer, you know?â
She nodded, her hand gently resting on Ellieâs back. âI get it. Weâre your secret weapon.â
Jakeâs smile softened even more, his heart swelling with how perfect this moment felt. âExactly. Howâs Ellie been today? No more colic?â
âSheâs been a little angel today,â Y/N said, glancing down at the sleeping baby. âI think the baby wrap helps. She loves being close like this.â
Jakeâs gaze lingered on them, a quiet longing in his eyes. âI miss you both so much,â he murmured. âWish I could be there.â
âWe miss you too,â Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. âBut weâll be here when you get back. And maybe next time, you can tell the squad the real reason why youâve been missing.â
Jake chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. âYeah, maybe. One day. But not yet. For now, Iâm keeping you two all to myself.â
Y/N smiled, her eyes soft as they locked onto his through the screen. âWe wouldnât have it any other way.â
They stayed like that for a moment, just watching each other through the screen, neither wanting to hang up. Finally, Jake sighed. âAlright, darlinâ. I should let you get some rest. Iâll call you again tomorrow, okay?â
âOkay,â she said, her voice soft. âWeâll be waiting. Love you, Jake.â
âLove you too,â he said, his voice warm as he ended the call. He lingered for a moment, staring at the blank screen, already missing them more than he thought possible.
With a deep breath, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and headed back inside, ready to face the squad again, but this time with a little more peace in his heart.
The moment he crossed the threshold, Rooster spotted him, leaning on his pool cue with a cocky grin. âOh great, heâs back. And look at himâmoping around like a lovesick puppy.â
Phoenix, already lining up her next shot, glanced up and smirked. âI thought you were supposed to be Hangman, not Hang-up-the-phone-and-sulk man.â
The rest of the squad laughed, and even Bob, always the quiet one, chuckled under his breath. âWhat was that, your mom calling to check up on you?â
Jake rolled his eyes, but he couldnât quite muster his usual bravado. âHa, ha. Very funny, Baby on board.â
Payback, who had been eyeing him from the bar, raised his glass in Jakeâs direction. âNo, seriously, man. Whoâs got you all down and out? You were fine before you left to take that call, now you look like someone kicked your dog.â
Fanboy leaned back in his chair, grinning wide. âIâll bet itâs a girl. Thatâs the only thing that ever makes a guy like Jake Seresin go all soft.â
Jake shot him a look, but there was no real bite to it. âYou all have way too much time on your hands, you know that?��
âCome on, Hangman, spill it,â Rooster pressed, the competitive glint in his eyes still there even after the teasing. âYouâre not this distracted unless itâs something big. Or someone.â
Jake shook his head, not ready to let them in on the truth. He leaned on the pool table, picking up a cue as if nothing had changed. âItâs just family stuff, like I said. Nothing you need to worry about.â
âYeah, weâll believe that when you stop looking like youâre about to write a country song,â Phoenix said, taking her shot and sinking a ball into the corner pocket.
The whole squad chuckled, and Jake couldnât help but smirk at that one. âReal original, Trace.â
But despite the banter, it was clear that Jakeâs head wasnât entirely in the game. He took a lazy shot, missing a pocket he would normally nail without even thinking. Rooster raised an eyebrow at the miss, exchanging a look with Phoenix.
âWow, you really are off your game tonight,â Rooster teased. âFirst you disappear for three weeks, now you canât even make a simple shot? Whoeverâs on the other end of that phone call must be something special.â
Jake leaned on the table, sighing a little as he looked at the group. âMaybe Iâm just tired of carrying you guys all the time.â
âOh, so now weâre back to old Hangman,â Payback said with a grin. âNice to see some things donât change.â
But even as Jake tried to join back in the banter, his heart wasnât in it. His thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N and Ellie, to the soft rise and fall of Ellieâs chest, the way Y/N had smiled at him through the screen. It was a different kind of responsibility weighing on him now, one that made everything else seem a little less important.
Phoenix narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not buying the act. âYouâre seriously going to keep us in the dark, arenât you?â
Jake shrugged, still playing it off. âFamily business, Trace. Thatâs all it is.â
The squad groaned in unison, but the teasing softened, and the game went on. Yet as the night wore on, Jake couldnât quite shake that faraway look in his eyes, no matter how many jokes the others threw his way. And though they kept up the ribbing, no one pressed him for more, leaving the mystery of his absence hanging in the air, unanswered.
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