Falling - Harry Styles Aesthetic

Falling - Harry Styles Aesthetic

Hey guys! I’m currently working on another imagine! I’m hoping to be able to post it within the next few days so you don’t have to wait too long. I love yall, stay safe, and borahae 💜

TODAY IT’S A GREAT DAY BECAUSE IT’S MARCH 15th THE DAY WHEN DENZEL CROCKER LOST HIS HAPPINESS AND IT’S ALSO ANNOY SQUIDWARD DAY

Love Again (JJk)

Hey friends! Amanda here! So I wrote this one like a few minutes after I wrote Flame. I’m proud of it but it’s super short. I hope you all don’t mind a short one for this week. Life has been really kicking my butt as of late so today I’m gonna actually sit down and write out some of my ideas. Hopefully some of them make the cut to become imagines, smut, or drabbles but we shall see. I also have a couple ideas for series but I struggle with with writing full on stories sometimes so lets hope that I can organize my thoughts and give you all a well-written series. Anyway, hope you like this one, its kind of sad and full on angst. Love y’all, stay safe, and borahaee <3

Genre: exes!au, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 626

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, toxic relationship, cheating, descriptions of sex, mentions of depression.

Summary: “Would it be too much to ask if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?”

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  Regret. Pain. Heartbreak. Pleasure. 

  I regret letting him in again. I don’t know how many times I’ve fallen weak to his charm or the old flame he and I used to carry. I regret letting him treat me as a second choice. Letting him make me a second choice. I regret doing this behind her back. She probably loves him just as much as I do. I regret doing this to her, when he did the same thing to me.

  It hurts, knowing that our once-vibrant flame is now gone. It pains me to know that although he is here right now and at the moment, he’s still gone. Away. That he left for something, for someone better.

  My heart broke when he told me he didn’t love me anymore. When he told me I was no longer a priority. When he told me that I was no longer the keeper to his heart. It fell, shattered into millions of pieces, and I can’t seem to fix it. Not when we play this game made up of old flames and pleasure.

  Pleasure.

  I looked at the ceiling, gasping as he bit my neck, suckling skin, and soothing it over with kitten-licks. While my body was reacting positively to his actions, my mind, my heart, and my soul lie somewhere else. I closed my eyes, shutting them tight, in hopes of being able to just focus on the present. Focus on him. Focus on what he is doing right now. Focus on how at least, at this very moment, he was in your arms. In hopes of flourishing in the attention he was giving me. 

  When? When had I settled for something so little. Something so small as his attention. I guess that when we were together, I never had to worry about it, never had to worry about gaining his attention. But now? Now it's a delicacy, a rare and cruel gift that fate has left on this world for me. 

  My eyes watered as he moved up to look me in the eyes. His brows furrowed as he saw my state.

  “What's wrong?” He whispered.

  I pulled him closer to me by his neck, our foreheads touching as I took in his facial features. “Would it be too much to ask, if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?” I croaked, voice barely above a whisper.

  He sighed, “Y/N-”

  “Please.” I whispered, pulling him into a small kiss.

  He pulled away too fast for my liking and searched the depths of my eyes, “But won’t it hurt you even more?” he asked.

  “Please, Kook.” The tears slipped out of my eyes as I begged him, begged him to love me again. He looked at my desperate state and nodded slightly, before he kissed me with a new passion. Not rough, like how it usually is. But soft, passionate, loving. Like how he used to. When he still loved me. 

  He continued his ministrations, keeping his promise to me. He treated my body as if it was a temple, with delicate touches, and small whispers of “I love you.” And as fake as it was, it had me high. High off his love. His attention. Slow thrusts and teary eyes, breathy gasps and passionate kisses. 

  He made love to me that night. Even though he loved another. Even though it would only hurt me more. And when I woke up from a night of a rekindled flame, I was distraught, to find that it was only me who had felt it rekindle. With an empty bed and a heart full of sorrow, I had to move on, move on and pretend like I knew how it felt to be loved.

this will never not be funny

faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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