Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
thinking about biker!simon who meets you one night when your car breaks down on the side of the highway, and you canāt manage to get a tow truck out so late at night - so of course he offers you a ride.
heād pull up beside you and immediately notice the way youāre pouting and huffing in frustration, whining over the phone about how youāre all alone in the middle of nowhere - and how you canāt afford to call a cab, so surely a gentleman should help a poor girl out. and then simon is sitting on his bike with his arms lazily crossed in front of him leaned forward, killing the engine as he asked you what was wrong.
biker!simon would slip off his gloves and lean over the hood of your car as you meekly explained how you really should have changed your oil sooner - and that you really hate to be such a bother, but could you get a ride home?
heād tell you that a pretty little thing like you shouldnāt even have to worry about something like this, that he could take you home and make sure youāre all safe and sound - and you think maybe heās hitting on you, but youāre so shy and maybe heās just being courteous. strangers normally offer to teach you how to change your oil and that next time theyāll make sure to bring an extra helmet - right?
biker!simon would pat the seat behind him and mumble something along the lines of how he usually rides fast, so youāll have to hold on tight. biker!simon would offer you his jacket and zip it up for you, practically groaning at the way you bite your lip and avoid his gaze - but that damn helmet is so daunting, and how are you supposed to focus when he smells like pine and tobacco?
you would anxiously say that youāve never ridden a motorcycle before, how itās just too intimidating - plus youāve never met anyone who owned a bike. biker!simon would be smirking under his helmet and humming in satisfaction when your arms tighten around his waist as he weaves between lanes.
biker!simon would hold your thigh the entire ride home - and is it just you or is he gently squeezing your leg while talking about how youāre being such a good girl and that for your first time riding, youāre doing so well?
and when he drops you off at home, biker!simon has his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his bike idles in your parking lot. he would talk about how heās so glad to have helped out, and how heād love to pay for the tow truck - itās the least he can do when youāve been such a princess.
even though you insist that itās just too much, and how you really shouldnāt be accepting such gifts from strangers - heās done more than enough, and is there anything you can do to make it up to him? but then biker!simon is dismissing your concerns with the wave of a hand, telling you that heās more than happy to help a doll like you.
biker!simon says something about how you donāt need to be strangers, that youāre just such a sweetheart, and how heād love to take you out sometime soon. youād smile sweetly to him and feign consideration for his offer - despite the fact youāve already made up your mind when you were trying to memorize his tattoos and the way that heād glance over his shoulder to check on you throughout the drive.
heād help you off his bike and walk you to your apartment because he wouldnāt want you to get into any more trouble tonight, right? when you shamelessly type your number into his phone, biker!simon is pulling off his helmet to reveal a balaclava that hides nearly everything except two dark eyes and the cocky smirk plastered across his lips. and youāre mesmerized by the way he lowers his voice and leans down to speak to you, one hand gripping his helmet as the other sits on your lower back the whole walk to your apartment.
the next day heās leaning against his bike outside your building, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as you shyly rock on your feet and stutter over a thousand thank-youās - and heās so focused on the way you rub your thighs together and bite your lip that he almost misses when you say that you really canāt thank him enough for everything, and that you really do plan to make it up to him.
thinking about biker!simon who meets you one night when your car breaks down on the side of the highway, and you canāt manage to get a tow truck out so late at night - so of course he offers you a ride.
heād pull up beside you and immediately notice the way youāre pouting and huffing in frustration, whining over the phone about how youāre all alone in the middle of nowhere - and how you canāt afford to call a cab, so surely a gentleman should help a poor girl out. and then simon is sitting on his bike with his arms lazily crossed in front of him leaned forward, killing the engine as he asked you what was wrong.
biker!simon would slip off his gloves and lean over the hood of your car as you meekly explained how you really should have changed your oil sooner - and that you really hate to be such a bother, but could you get a ride home?
heād tell you that a pretty little thing like you shouldnāt even have to worry about something like this, that he could take you home and make sure youāre all safe and sound - and you think maybe heās hitting on you, but youāre so shy and maybe heās just being courteous. strangers normally offer to teach you how to change your oil and that next time theyāll make sure to bring an extra helmet - right?
biker!simon would pat the seat behind him and mumble something along the lines of how he usually rides fast, so youāll have to hold on tight. biker!simon would offer you his jacket and zip it up for you, practically groaning at the way you bite your lip and avoid his gaze - but that damn helmet is so daunting, and how are you supposed to focus when he smells like pine and tobacco?
you would anxiously say that youāve never ridden a motorcycle before, how itās just too intimidating - plus youāve never met anyone who owned a bike. biker!simon would be smirking under his helmet and humming in satisfaction when your arms tighten around his waist as he weaves between lanes.
biker!simon would hold your thigh the entire ride home - and is it just you or is he gently squeezing your leg while talking about how youāre being such a good girl and that for your first time riding, youāre doing so well?
and when he drops you off at home, biker!simon has his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his bike idles in your parking lot. he would talk about how heās so glad to have helped out, and how heād love to pay for the tow truck - itās the least he can do when youāve been such a princess.
even though you insist that itās just too much, and how you really shouldnāt be accepting such gifts from strangers - heās done more than enough, and is there anything you can do to make it up to him? but then biker!simon is dismissing your concerns with the wave of a hand, telling you that heās more than happy to help a doll like you.
biker!simon says something about how you donāt need to be strangers, that youāre just such a sweetheart, and how heād love to take you out sometime soon. youād smile sweetly to him and feign consideration for his offer - despite the fact youāve already made up your mind when you were trying to memorize his tattoos and the way that heād glance over his shoulder to check on you throughout the drive.
heād help you off his bike and walk you to your apartment because he wouldnāt want you to get into any more trouble tonight, right? when you shamelessly type your number into his phone, biker!simon is pulling off his helmet to reveal a balaclava that hides nearly everything except two dark eyes and the cocky smirk plastered across his lips. and youāre mesmerized by the way he lowers his voice and leans down to speak to you, one hand gripping his helmet as the other sits on your lower back the whole walk to your apartment.
the next day heās leaning against his bike outside your building, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as you shyly rock on your feet and stutter over a thousand thank-youās - and heās so focused on the way you rub your thighs together and bite your lip that he almost misses when you say that you really canāt thank him enough for everything, and that you really do plan to make it up to him.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
In collaboration with @ficsforgaza, I will be offering to do art in order to help raise funds. Please consider donating!
HOW DO I PARTICIPATE?
In order to participate, please be known that you must be 18 or older and your age must be in your bio.
Make a donation to one of the verified fundraisers. Here is a link containing several from which you can choose.
The minimum rate starts at $10 USD.
Once you have made your donation, please send me a screenshot with proof of your donation via ask.
PLEASE NOTE: I will not accept any money for this; all the money must go directly to the fundraiser of your choice.
WHAT KIND OF SKETCHES CAN I GET?
Depending on the amount of money donated, you can ask for:
Portrait ā $10 usd.
Half body ā $15 usd.
Full body ā $25 usd.
HOW DO I GET MY SKETCH?
I draw for demon slayer, jojo's bizarre adventure, one piece, my hero academia, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen mainly. Feel free to ask for other fandoms, though!
Feel free to DM me. In your request, please include: fandom, character, pose, details (such as appearance, outfits, etc). The more details, the better!
I draw Selfships and OC x Canon! (only SFW for this event).
I'm sorry for being so sappy, but I wanted to show you guys something.
When I first donated to PCRF in December 2023, it was barely 10% close to its goal. Now in March 2024, they're also 100%. Everyone of you has helped support a better future for Gaza.
They're so close to their goal. Please donate or share this post so that they can get to their goalšµšø
A little girl died from hunger in Khan Younis, southern Gaza, despite being in the area where aid trucks are distributed. Another family in the north in Gaza city was forced to eat a donkey, which for many in Palestine is inconceivable culturally. Bisan says there isn't even water (clean OR dirty) for them to drink or wash with.
will never forget the parents who lost all 8 of their kids saying "they slept hungry, we were trying to get them a piece of bread but they were killed"
we are witnessing a population run out of food. WFP said a few days ago that half of the population are starving, nine out of 10 are not eating every day.
keep in mind that not having enough food, even when you're not literally starving to death, makes your body heal slower so all these people (who have all sorts of wounds from the bombing and everything else) are all physically healing much more slowly than they would be if they had any food to eat. it also causes you to have difficulty regulating body temperature which means that these people (who had to leave their homes with no winter clothes to speak of) are much more susceptible to the cold than they would be if they just had food.
the current problems every gazan is facing right now all exacerbate each other.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
Another day, another Charlie fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: (Y/n) is hired as Charlie's assistant, and even though he doesn't want an assistant, it doesn't take long for them to give in.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, swallowing, somewhat public sex, age gap (legal reader ofc)
Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (2.4k words)
āCharlie, youāve got a second?ā Charles called out to the man, eyes flickering from (y/n)ās features to the chief. The man had his eyes set on the file he was working on, slowly looking up from the paper. His dark eyes met hers, taking in her features before his slightly confused gaze finally wandered to the police officer. āThatās (y/n), your new assistant.ā
āAssistant? I donāt need an assistant, Charles.ā The chiefās voice was deep, rougher than (y/n) had expected. She seemingly grew tense next to Charles, eyes trying to find his to figure out why the man didnāt know of her new position.Ā
āOh, cāmon, weāve talked about this. You barely make it home before midnight, Charlie, we all know youād like to spend more time with Bella, and (y/n) can help make that happen.ā The chiefās gaze wandered back to (y/n)ās frame, studying the woman for a moment before a deep sigh rumbled through him. Slowly he raised his hand to point to the chair across from his, watching her move closer, all too hesitantly.Ā
āIām sorry, I didnāt know you werenāt involved in this.ā She murmured her words, barely able to hold eye contact with the handsome chief. (Y/n) had lived in Forks for a while by now, was no stranger to chief Swanās appearance, and yet she had never been able to speak to him like this, closer than ever before. He was handsome, undoubtedly so, had something almost mysterious to him that perfectly aligned with the aesthetic of Forks, the town surrounded by trees for miles on end.Ā
āNot your fault.ā He closed his file and leaned back in his chair, reaching for his cup of coffee to buy himself some more time. āSo, tell me, what did they hire you for?āĀ
āFor everything you need me, basically. Iāll make your coffee, take notes, organise your cases and do all administrative stuff, so you can make it home by six.ā (Y/n) didnāt comment on it, but the man seemed to grow uneasy at her mention of being able to make it home, awfully oblivious to his uncomfortableness of making it home to an empty house. It felt like he was living with a shadow, the memory of a daughter he rarely saw, since she barely parted from her boyfriend and his family, one with the ones Charlie didnāt quite trust.Ā
āMhm, alright. I start my days at eight am, sharp, we donāt have much time for breaks.ā She didnāt manage to stop her chuckles from bubbling out of her, interrupting him with her lips pulled into a smile as the chief studied her with a curious gaze.Ā
āDonāt worry about that, theyāve shared everything with me, Iāve got your routine written down in detail.ā A hum rumbled through the man, and for a few seconds he stared at her, not saying much. She didnāt dare let her eyes wander, holding contact till he finally gave in. Charlie tried to reach for his empty coffee cup, but (y/n) was faster, hand darting out to grab ahold of the cup, leaving his office with a small āIāll refill it for youā.Ā
And all Charlie could do was watch her disappear, unable to stop his chuckle from clawing through him, murmuring a soft āSheās goodā to himself.Ā
ā
āGrab yourself something to write.ā Charlie moved past (y/n)ās table, putting on his jacket as he was walking towards his car, waiting for her to follow.Ā
She had been with him for about two weeks now, adapting to his routine, slowly but surely getting the man to open up. By now both were sharing their lunch breaks, exchanging stories and memories, learning more about one another. Charlie even shared some details about his home life, the daughter he barely saw, the boyfriend he didnāt really like and the uneasy feeling simmering deep inside of him. And (y/n) was right there, to listen, to try and help him with his fear, desperate to put a smile onto his thin lips.Ā
āWhere are we going?ā (Y/n) asked as Charlie started the car, taking turns left and right to make their way to their destination. Charlie had his dark eyes set on the road ahead, silently cursing the rain that started pouring, pitter pattering against his windows.Ā
āSomething had killed most of Jamesā sheep.ā For the past weeks Charlie had tried to figure out what was killing the animals around, adding more and more to the growing number with every passing day. The whole town was in on the hunt, trying to get rid of whatever kept them on their toes. āDo you have an umbrella?ā
(Y/n) could only shake her head, not getting the chance to reply as Charlie had already parked the car and ripped his door open. He rounded the car, helping her out of it with his arm tightly slung around her waist and his jacket held over their heads. Her heart was racing, mind focusing on the tight grip he had on her, fingers buried in her skin.Ā
Both found shelter in the farmerās barn, greeting the man who had been waiting for them. (Y/n) desperately tried to focus on the words the two men were exchanging, scribbling down whatever she could pick up, but her mind wouldnāt let her rest, eyes focused on Charlie, the chief that was still standing close to her, perhaps a tad bit too close. The scent of his cologne stuck to her, mixed with the scent of rain and coffee, a comforting mixture she found herself silently obsessing over.Ā
ā(Y/n)?ā Charlie murmured her name, ripping her out of a trance with a slight chuckle rumbling through him. āItās been a long day, huh?ā
Heat flushed through her as she murmured a small āSorryā, hoping that sheād be able to stop her thoughts from wandering. āAlright, thank you for your time, James. Iāll call you if we find something, take care.āĀ
Once again Charlie slung his arm around her waist, guiding (y/n) back to the car, patiently waiting for her to get inside before he rounded the car. Heat blew from the aircon, hoping to warm her shuddering frame up. Charlieās hand found her thigh, absentmindedly rubbing the soaked through fabric, oblivious to the way (y/n) grew tense, pupils dilating.Ā
āHow about weāll get you home, so you can change?ā Their eyes met for a second, and with a nod thrown his way, (y/n) watched Charlie start the car, making his way back out of the forest.Ā
ā
āCan I help you?ā (Y/n)ās eyes met the ones of a girl a few years younger than her, taking in the features that unmistakably reminded her of Charlie. It took her a few moments to realise that Bella had found her way to the police station. āYou must be Bella.ā
āIām looking for my dad.ā With a nod shot Bella's way, (y/n) let her eyes wander towards Charlieās frame, watching him through the window of his door. It took the man a moment to feel her eyes on him, shooting (y/n) a small smile before his gaze wandered towards Bella.Ā
āIām almost finished, then we can head out for some lunch. Bells, thatās (y/n).ā Heat flushed through her at the all too obvious gaze Bella shot her father, wondering what Charlie had told his daughter about her.Ā
āI only came by to tell you that Iāll have lunch with the Cullenās today.ā A knowing smile widened on Bellaās lips, eyes flickering towards (y/n) for a second before they found their way back to Charlie. An awkward tension began to rise between them, followed by a few moments of silence, before (y/n) decided to put an end to the situation, turning towards Charlie with a smile.Ā
āIāll get you some lunch, same as always?ā Charlie watched (y/n) reach for her bag, shooting Bella a small smile before she started to move towards the door.Ā
āWait, Iāll drive with you, gotta make use of my lunch break.āĀ
---
āI donāt think you should drink coffee this late in the evening.ā (Y/n) placed Charlieās refilled cup down on his table, looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the file he was working on. It was way past 10 pm, the two were the only ones left at the station, and while Charlie tried to wrap his head around the new case, (y/n) found herself watching him from the chair across from his.Ā
āMhm, you sound like Bella.ā Her chuckles echoed through the office, forcing his eyes to meet hers for a second. Charlie couldnāt stop his grin from widening on his lips, averting his gaze before itād get too obvious. āCome, look at that, tell me what you see.āĀ
(Y/n) moved closer once again, coming to a halt right next to Charlie, trying to focus on whatever he was pointing at. The blurry picture didnāt show much, a bunch of trees, nothing else her eyes could make out. She felt his heat radiating off him, standing closer to the man than she had intended, side brushing against his hand, making goosebumps rise on her skin.Ā
āI,ā she had to clear her throat, eyes threatening to flicker towards Charlie. āItās just trees.ā (Y/n) tried to take a step back, but she found herself losing her balance, hand darting out to catch herself, and with a gasp rumbling through her, (y/n) ended up pressed against Charlie. For a few seconds neither Charlie nor (y/n) dared to move, but the second (y/n)ās gaze flickered down to his lips, she felt him move closer.Ā
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, eyes meeting his before Charlie closed the gap between them, giving into the pull both had felt for the past days. The kiss was rushed, fueled by their need, the urges and desires keeping them going, desperate to explore more of one another. Charlie pressed (y/n) against his table, parting from her for a second to ask a raspy āAre you sure?ā.
āFuck, yes, need you, Charlie, please.ā With a satisfied hum rumbling through Charlie, he pushed her onto his table, nestling between her thighs. His lips found back to hers, moustache tickling her skin, while his hands worked on her blouse, tugging it over her head to gain access to her chest. (Y/n)ās moans filled the office, eyes fluttering close as she felt him fumble with her trousers, lips wandering down her throat to find her sweet spot.Ā
Her hands were trembling, toying with the buckle of his belt, needing to feel him in her hands, finally touching him like she had been dreaming of doing for the past weeks. The tension between them kept growing, threatening to push through them like a volcano erupting. She shuddered against him as she finally managed to free his cock, pumping him with shaking hands.Ā
(Y/n) let go of him to stand up, allowing Charlie to push her trousers down her legs before he turned her around and pushed her front back down on the table. Her hands found the edge of the table, clinging to it with her hands, needing to find something to hold onto.Ā
āThereās no going back after we do this, are you really sure about it?ā Charlie had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that (y/n) wanted him as much as he wanted her, clinging to the mere thought of calling her his one day. āNeed to hear you saying it, baby.āĀ
āCharlie, Iāll start screaming, if you donāt fuck me now.ā A throaty laugh rumbled through the man, and with his hand finding her waist, he pushed into her from behind, groaning as her walls clenched around his cock. (Y/n)ās whimpers urged him on, pulling out only to thrust back into her tightness, groaning whenever her walls fluttered around him.
Their bodies met over and over again, guided by his rough thrusts and her moans, eyes rolling back into her head. (Y/n) squealed his name as he met her swollen spot, struggling to keep on breathing, already feeling her orgasm building up.Ā
āYou feel so good, fuck, Iāve been wanting to do this since your first day āround here.ā The confession left her moaning, teeth buried in her lower lip. (Y/n) struggled to reply, unable to form a full sentence, could only whimper his name. He slung one arm around her waist, hand finding her swollen bundle of nerves, thumb moving in circling motions.
Charlie kept staring at his cock, watching it disappear inside of her, coated in her arousal. Both were about to give in, trying to hold on, not wanting to end the moment just yet. Charlieās hand wandered up her spine, pulling her from the table against his chest, leg raised with a hand guiding her thigh.Ā
āFuck, Charlie, Iām-ā her orgasm rocked through her without another warning, eyes squeezed shut, hand finding his forearm to claw her fingernails into his skin. He kept fucking her, forehead pressed against her shoulder to relish in the sensation, in the way her walls gripped his cock.Ā
He pulled out of her moment before he could cum, pumping himself with a deep groan roaring through the night. She sank to her knees with trembling limbs, eyes meeting his as she opened her mouth, tongue exposed to him. And with a heavy groan he came, releasing himself on her tongue, allowing (y/n) to taste him.Ā
āHere, I got you.ā Charlie pulled her back to her feet, allowing (y/n) to rest against the table as both slowly redressed. Their eyes met again, and with a breathy chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled Charlie in for another kiss.Ā
synopsis ; alexandria was a safe haven. but it wasnāt home, no matter how hard rick tried for it to be.
words ; 1.1k
themes ; fluff, angst
warnings / includes ; lots of kisses, mild suggestiveness, a bit of angst, rickās beard is gone :(
a/n ; sobbed and screamed during twdās finale ;-; this is in honor of rickās return <3
main masterlist.
The quiet in Alexandria felt different from the quiet outside.Ā
This quiet felt suffocatingālike the calm before a storm. Outside, the quiet was something you cherished, a comfort that became a scarcity.
Nowānow there was too much.
It was too quiet.Ā
The white blanket pooled around you as you shifted yourself up the bed, until you were flush against the cool wood of the headboard.Ā
Rick stirred in his sleep beside you, mumbling incoherently under his breath. The arm that was once hooked around your midriff now loosely draped over your legs, warm and heavy.Ā
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
im so feral for ghost with a choking kink rn pls begging you to think about him choking the reader until they basically see planets
ghost with a choking kink ā 18+ pairing: simon ghost riley x gn! reader
authors note: ANON... š¤ YOU MADE ME SO FERAL WITH THIS ASK OMG- i was so giddy while writing this, i hope you enjoy <3 sorry for the lateness btw im such a procrastinator
tags: choking, praise, degradation, porn without plot, no genotals described for reader, no pronouns used for reader
"You're doing so good for me," Simon had whispered, his teeth nipping at the skin on your neck while he teasingly rocked his hips into you.
Grunts and moans broke out through the otherwise silent room - apart from the occasional sound of skin slapping.
Simon stared intensely down at you, eyes flickering around your face; watching every pleasure filled expression you made.
His hands, although rough, softly caressed your skin as he fucked you. He started to pound into you faster and his hand trailed its way up to your neck, rubbing the skin there before he wrapped his hand fully around it.
Simon watched for your reaction to his movement, making sure he didnt cross a line - and when your eyes looked up at him needily, he knew you didnt mind.
His fingers pressed down skillfully on your neck, his grip tightening as his hips stuttered while fucking into you. His thrusting only got faster when he choked you, making your eyes roll back and having you practically see stars.
"Look like such a fucking slut right now," he had practically growled out as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot - hand staying tightly on your neck.
He let go after a few seconds, allowing you to take a deep breath and basically pant for air. His cock twitched at the sight of you looking all fucked out and out of breath.
A/N: yo yoy oy yo yo. I wrote this probably 3-4 years ago when I was super into Mysme. I forget about it for a long time then remember I have it and want to re-read it and upload itā¦but today is the first time I actually finished reading it through and actually edit this. Although I am high and I probably misspelled something or something. And there is a part two to this that I also wrote 3-4 years ago. Idk if itās written all the way though. Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this! :)
Jumin Han was nothing less than a gentleman; and he became even more so once you began a romantic relationship with him. He would always put you first, over his job, over the RFA, over Elizabeth III (rarely though), and over his own needs sometimes. He would compliment your laugh- even if you were snorting or cackling like a witch. He would bring you the sweetest, most thoughtful presents that have you smiling every time you look at it. He would tell you things that made your cheeks burn. He would always make sure you were comfortable; whether it be meeting his father properly for the first time or something simple, like a kiss.
Then, one day, things started to change. For the last four months of your relationship, heās been distant with you. Work seemed to always run into overtime and you always seemed to be up waiting for him. Your talks with him were always minimal and each one would end with a bitter fight. His presentās nowadays were little, not that you minded, youād much rather receive no gifts from him if you had the choice, but now they were meaningless and had no heart put into them like they used to have. You no longer felt comfortable around him.Ā
One thing you knew for sure was how you were feeling. Forgotten. Unloved. And depressed. Usually, youād be able to busy yourself with simple hobbies you had picked up on a whim; ranging from trying to knit a pair of socks to playing video games (occasionally meeting Yoosung in the LOLOL world). Unfortunately, these distractions were always temporary and would wear off the moment you saw it was 1 in the morning, and Jumin still wasnāt home.
Tonight happened to be one of those nights. The digital clock on the nightstand by the bed struck 3 a.m. A new record. You cuddled the blankets closer to your body and felt the doubts creep into your mind. Bad thoughts always seem to plague your brain and make you think up ridiculous scenarios during these early mornings when you would wait for him. Him cheating on you seemed to always crawl back. You convinced yourself that he wouldnāt still be with you if he was cheating. He was such a straightforward person, it seemed uncharacteristic for him to be cheating. If he did though, he wouldāve ended your relationship the moment he found this other person.
