𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

georgenap [angst/smut] 🖤❤️

tw: distorted eating
cw: smut

pt.2

february 4th

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"darling you need to eat something..."

when people in this world realize that words hurt, maybe it can actually start to repair itself a little.

why do people wake up with the passion to kill others mentally. those people that run off of negative energy and hate for simply no reason other than they hate themselves too.

one comment sent sapnap into a deeper spiral of thoughts, hating his body even more than before.

he hated the way his thighs would jiggle when he jumped, the way bags would form under his eyes even though he got the proper amoung of sleep, he hated that he didn't have a flat stomach.

his fingers were to fat, his neck had a double chin when he leaned it foreword, he had rolls when he sat down, his finger nails looked gross because of his nail biting habits.

and the list went on, hours on end he sit in the mirror examining himself as if he was a scientist experiment. looking into the mirror as if it would change his appearance if he cried hard enough into it.

how many runs did he have to go on to lose a few pounds? in his defense; it's only been a week since he started actually starving himself but he's been exercising for months.

him and george had countless conversations on how he was over exercising himself to a point were it was unhealthy, but sapnap didn't care.

when you have that mindset; you have one goal; get skinny.

skinny is magic in some people brains, it's all you can think about, it's all you can see when you look at other people.

when you look at someone walking down the street you don't see their face but their body, and you stare in awe and jealousy.

you wish that was you? don't you. you don't love yourself.

the best thing for sapnap was to delete instagram because right now it was fucking destroying him.

george knew sapnap wasn't eating properly, he tried everything in his power to help until finally sapnap caved in,

"george i cant," tears laid on the cusp of his eyes, threatening to fall ontop the grey sweatpants he wore.

they sat on the bed together, the sun now setting after a tired day and the birds were now venturing back to their nests.

"yes you can love, you can do this. it's just a sandwich and i'm so proud of you that you're even considering eating with me okay? but we need to try,"

george's voice was so soft when it came to sapnap, he wouldn't even dare to raise it.

sapnap nodded as the two slowly walked down stairs, saying hello to dream in the kitchen.

dream left the kitchen, not before setting a hand on sapnaps back and whispering a little 'you got this' to him.

and he did, sapnap could do this.

so when george and him sat at the kitchen island, preparing to take their first bite together, it was in some was; tranquil.

it was like sapnap was at peace, and after finishing his sandwich; his first real meal in a whole week, he felt okay.

okay was all he could describe it before the guilt set in.

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february 16th

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the bed will always be the pair's happy place.

it will always do it's job to soothe the two after a long day streaming and editing, it will always hold the pillow to let you cry.

it's the one place the two could show much they love each other, through the general touches and intimate moments.

the littlest gestures george would do to make sure sapnap got a good night sleep. the way he would run his fingers so gently through saps hair.

it just one of the many ways george could show his appreciation for the younger.

the two were laying down, sapnap nuzzled into george's chest, exhaling with deep sighs.

he looked up at george, with the softest eyes ever. he felt so whole and complete in the others arms.

and george looked back down at him, with a soft smile on his face, leaning down to place a loving kiss on sapnaps lips.

it was so soft and delicate. it was frail almost but at most it was passionate.

the two both deeply loved each other and it couldn't be faked.

you could tell by the way there kisses got more heated but they still had all the care in the world. george still treated sapnap like glass that was cracking. he wouldn't dare to drop him.

so he asked multiple times, so many times that sapnap almost got annoyed on how the other wanted his consent.

it wasn't even that hard to give at the point, because sapnap wanted this, he wanted george.

i mean, who wouldn't? who wouldn't want someone so caring and kind. someone who will dive deep just to come and save you from absolute misery. who wouldn't want the definition of pure perfection to take their virginity? to take their all.

george spent ages on prep, used such kind words of praise, assured sapnap at every move, gave him the most blissful time known to man.

how could sapnap not completely melt in george's arms. he was like mush. he couldn't escape the brunette even if he tried.

and he wouldn't never want to, never want to leave this peace with instead of quite was hushed pants and moans, loving bites turning into hues of purple on sapnaps skin.

the way george pushed so gently into sapnap, who threw his head back at the pleasure he was being given.

the pleasure that would fulfill him for a lifetime. god; what did he owe the favor?

"god sapnap you're so good for me, such a good boy"

and he was, no one would ever deny it.

because the way george would glance at sapnaps thighs, rubbing his hands up and down the mush of fat, how dare sapnap think he's ugly.

how dare that he describe himself with such hatred.

because those scars didn't win. nobody could take away the pure pleasure of bliss created by one and only sapnap.

he fucked into sapnap so deep, thrusts so perfect. they both finished at the same time, came down from there high at the same time.

just like they did everything together.

and with the thin white sheet now wrapped around both of them, sapnap began to think why he was so worried about giving his body to george in the first place.

like george would ever judge him for him.

all he ever wanted was george, he was happy he got him.

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