#after marrying the wrong guy🫠🫠🫠🫠

[dearno-0ne]

imagine letting your mum control your whole life… including your love life 😭

[norizz-nation]

hiii!

could you write something with Charles where he’s obsessed with readers boobs?

Thank you ❤️

Well then let's say that the reader and charles are married and they just had a baby, so the reader still has milk in her tits. Cause girl that makes it more hotter right? 🫠

So sweet ❤️

Summary: charles was always obsessed with your tits but you didnt know he had lactation kink until you guys had a baby girl and he begs for a taste of your milk every time he sees you breastfeed your baby

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, lactation kink

You and charles had a baby 2 months ago. Seeing your baby being 2 months old feels like time passed pretty damn quickly. Honestly charles is an amazing father. He’s doing so much for his baby and you. Although everything is going well but you and charles haven’t had sex for like a year now which is not that great because you two are the type of couple who could never get their hands of each other. But i guess things had to change. You dont even look the same anymore. Your body bloated a lot. Your tits got bigger. Right. Your tits. God charles is so obsessed with your tits. He would suck on your tits like a baby. Flicking his tongue now and then. Even if you guys didn’t fuck, he would still have his mouth around your tits.

But you thought that maybe charles doesn’t find your tits that attractive anymore since you had a baby and your tits got bigger. But, you were wrong. So wrong. Charles has been begging to get a taste of your milk. At first you were quite shocked about the fact that he’s got lactation kink. But now it sort of arouses you.

You were breastfeeding your baby in your bedroom and charles was just looking at you, as he leaned on the doorframe. His white t-shirt looking so perfect with his grey sweatpants and a pair of glasses. You looked at him and smiled as you kept on feeding your baby girl. After finishing feeding your baby you pulled your bra up and made some baby sounds along with your baby who just started to make little sounds apart from just crying.

“Baby, just once. Please!” Charles said out of nowhere as you looked at him with a confused look on your face. “Once what charles?” You asked. Charles then came closer so you had to tilt your head to the back more. He then brushed your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. “You know exactly what i mean. Dont act fool” you gulped at his words. Charles’ hand then trailed down from your face to your neckline and lower to your tits. “I bet it tastes so fucking good baby. I’m such a great husband. I should get a reward for that right?” He said. You got lost at his words as his touch made you so horny already since he’s touching you like that after a long while. His fingers trailed so softly it cause goosebumps in your skin. He then sat down looking down at your tits as he pulled your bra down, looking at your tits with an invisible drool dripping down his mouth.

“God, i love your tits so much” he said as he sucked on your tits, flicking it. He moaned as he tasted you. “You taste so good, so sweet fuck” he said as he sucked on your tits again. His lips coating with white milk. After sucking for a good while he pulled out with a smile and pinched on your tits hard that made you squirt milk on his face as your head fell back by looking at the sight. Your squirted milk landed on his face and also on his glasses. God, he looked so good like that. “You taste so fucking good baby” he said as you giggled down at him. “Im so jealous our baby gets to taste it every single day” he said sarcastically as you took his glasses and cleaned it for him. “Dont worry, you’ll get a taste of it again” you whispered as charles smiled and kissed your forehead.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

I think the funniest Hazbin Hotel crack theory headcannon is that Husk has the MOST absolute rizz out of everyone. Like he was highkey a fuck boi when he was alive and has been married and divorced at least 3 times and would have probably been more if marrying men were legal back in the day. You need a lot of suaveness and charm to get away with swindling people for a living and NOT die by pissing off the wrong person. Now that he's dead, old, and at rock fucking bottom he doesn't really care about it anymore but he still has that gentlemanly smoothness about him without even trying. Especially now that he just doesn't give a fuck about anything anymore he's extremely blunt and forward about what he thinks about people. Like he's not even trying to charm them, its just his honest opinion.

Husk: You're far to kind for this world, princess. But perhaps that also makes you stronger than the rest of us too; Finding reason to be kind to people without anything in return. I hope you never lose that softness in your heart.

Charlie, on the verge of tears: T-thanks you 💕

Husk: Look all I'm saying is that if Heaven wants to lose their best warrior because she's an ACTUAL angel with good morals unlike the monsters they have amongst their ranks, then its no skin off our backs. Bastards don't deserve you anyways Vaggie.

Vaggie, blushing as she fiddles with the hem of her skirt: Uh, yeah...thanks...😳

Husk: I mean, I wasn't all that surprised that you didn't "look" the part of the Devil. Partly because Charlie looks the way she looks and she's cute as a button. But also the books back on Earth said you were God's most perfect angel and I mean, like, *shrugs* they weren't wrong.

Lucifer, giggling like an awkward school girl: Ahaha, you're sooo funny 🫠💕

Husk: Look, you're a decent guy: you're smart, funny in that goofy charming sort of way, and pretty decent in the looks department by sinner standards. Plus if the rumors are true after that night in the club, you're not bad in the sack either. 😉

Sir Pentious, fan himself like a victorian lady: Oh my 😳

Husk, pissed: I swear if i wasn't on your damn leash I'd rip out your throat with my bare fucking teeth so you can finally shut the fuck up.

Alastor, desperately pretending that unhinged comment didn't make him internally swoon: My, my Husker, if you wanted a raise, all you had to do was ask~ 😃

Husk: You look good like this.

Angel, flirty: Like what? I look good every day Suga~

Husk, soft and genuine: Happy....when you're happy, when you're enjoying yourself, you have this glow about you.

Angel, breathless: Glow?

Husk, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck: Ha, kinda cheesy, but that's the best way I can describe it.

Angel: 😳🥺💕

[jellyleggz]

marred marriage | seo changbin

pairing: husband! seo changbin x gold digger! fem! reader

genre: marriage au, suggestive smut (18+)

synopsis: being so anal about commitments yet choosing to be stuck in a marriage is very confusing for you

warning(s): infidelity, crude language, sexual content (minors dni), mutual masturbation, pet names (darling, baby, babe), lowkey kinda toxic lmao 🫠

word count: 2k

You’ve come home late multiple nights a week without your husband questioning it and you are quite sure that he knows what you are up to.

It was quite obvious too. The engagement and wedding bands both absent from your ring finger. Cheap cologne lingering on your clothes. Wine red bruises blooming on your neck and collarbone.

The week after you got married to Changbin, you continued your lifestyle at bars and clubs as if you were still single. In your book, you were still single and still ready to mingle. After all, you only married your husband for his money and not for love.

Changbin is a workaholic working in the finance sector. He practically lives and breathes numbers. Other than the gym, nothing much happens in his personal life. But he is getting to that age when marriage is always asked in conversation. Many people ranging from his family, friends and coworkers had been urging him to finally settle. He decided that it was time. The man didn’t care for who he ends up with. Just as long as he gets settled.

The big problem is, no one seems to want to stick around for the long run. His dates would end up with the other person just not being interested in him or they have some commitment issues or they just want a quick fuck. The longer this went on, the more desperate Changbin got. He just wanted someone who was willing to stay. Fuck, love is not even the thing Changbin is looking for. Just someone who is willing to stick with him. And he is willing to provide too.

Fun is what you enjoy. Bars, clubs, casinos, speakeasies, fucking around with multiple people at the same time. You have absolutely no desire in staying in a committed relationship. Those were booooring to you. Having fun with different people in the ungodly hours of the night keeps you alive. It was fun. Relationships were not fun.

Your dates never lasted to second ones and it was only Changbin you were willing to give another date. Who wouldn’t want to bag a guy who works at finance?

It wasn’t until the fourth date where you were starting to show disinterest at him. He started bringing up marriage. YUCK. Right when you got up to leave, he grabs on to your wrist. His hold was firm yet not enough to hurt you.

You can sense the desperation from his eyes. “Please just please… I’ll provide for you. You can still live your life. I don’t care what you do. Just marry me… please.”

And here you are now. Changbin’s high rise condo is located at the heart of the city’s downtown. You are nursing a glass of wine on your hand while the other is holding your phone as you complain to your friend on the other side of the screen.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I love him for his money but I just hate being tied to this marriage.” You take another small sip of wine.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was eavesdropping on this conversation since it started. You haven’t noticed that his bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar, making it easier to listen in. It was also helpful you had your phone on speaker mode.

“Girl. There are lots of other women out there who would kill to be in your position. He lets you fuck around while still giving you money.”

“Actually. He doesn’t know I’ve been fucking around. Or maybe he does I don’t know. He did say he doesn’t give a fuck about what I do with my life so I’ll take it. But at the same time. You know me. I hate commitments.”

And Changbin does give no fucks if you sleep around or not. It’s what you feel about this marriage that he worries about. Well granted he did kinda coerce you into giving in with his money but he just didn’t want you to leave. He needed another way for you to stay.

Later that night, you were getting dolled up to meet a Tinder date at a hotel. You cover your dress with a trench coat. Just as you were about to head out. You spot your husband sitting on the sofa.

“Going out somewhere tonight, darling?” He gives you a smile. Had it not been for that darling you would have thought this question had no underlying intent.

“I was gonna go meet up with Stacy at this new Thai restaurant that just opened,” you lie.

“Is that so?” He knew it was bullshit.

“I uhm…I thought you would be working tonight?”

Changbin took a gulp of scotch before answering. “Took the night off.” Which was not a lie. He genuinely needed a rest. But he also had plans for you.

“O-kay. I’ll be heading out now,” you say as you opened the door.

That’s when he dropped the big gun. “I don’t care who you sleep around with because baby, at the end of the day, you come back to this home. You come back to me.” You turn around with him giving you the biggest smirk on his face.

You closed the door and took a step forward to him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Shut up.” You gulp. What is your husband on?

Changbin finished his glass of scotch, placing it on the coffee table along with his glasses. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him without glasses even after the wedding and well… he looks hot. Why is your husband hot?

He wanted to tease you. He wanted to fluster you and it’s working well so far. “You say that you hate his marriage but you never do anything to end it. You enjoy this life babe. You need me,” he says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t need you…” Now your face was all tinged in pink. Changbin has always been nonchalant when it comes to your marriage but now, he definitely isn’t acting that way.

“Oh yeah? You don’t need me?” He crossed his arms making his biceps more pronounced. He is definitely teasing you now that you see through him. But what’s frustrating is you don’t understand what’s the point of this thing he is doing. Well. Two can play this game.

“Well. I definitely don’t need you for sex,” you retorted with a smug grin on your face.

“Are you saying that because you’re horny and wanna have sex right now?”

“What?! No! I’m just stating facts okay.”

“Hmm whatever floats your boat Y/N.” And he leaves to go back to his room.

What the hell just happened? Why was he teasing you all of a sudden? He doesn’t care, right? Why did he look so goddamn attractive while flustering you? All these questions swirling in your head like a tornado. Gosh! You needed a glass of water and a moment to compose yourself. You sent a text to your date that you were going to be late.

You needed time to clear your thoughts. But as soon as you were ready to go out of the door again, you heard noises coming from Changbin’s bedroom.

Per your principles, you shouldn’t be giving two shits for your husband. But your curiosity betrayed you and your principles. His door was slightly open and you can hear him moan your name like it’s all he’s ever known. Your hands didn’t hesitate to betray your principles as they push his door open. Curiosity killed the cat because why was he splayed out naked on his bed, moaning your name repeatedly while his hand was on his fat cock? His face contorts from pleasure to that akin to mischief.

Honestly, Changbin thought it wasn’t gonna work. He completely expected you were going to continue with that date. But you were here. His wife was here in his room.

He clears out his throat. “I thought you said you didn’t need me for sex?”

“You think so highly of yourself,” you scoff as you take off your trench coat. ”I’m not gonna fuck you okay.” You slide off your body fitting dress, revealing a pink, lacy lingerie meant for your date tonight. Fuck now you have to cancel out on him. Changbin lets out a whistle as he eye fucks your delicious curves. He can’t help but salivate at the way the lingerie compliments your body. He knew this show wasn’t originally intended for him but can’t he have a little fun with his wife? Technically you are his. And he is yours. The rings and documents prove it.

You slide the lacy panties on the side to give him a better view of your pussy. Softly and gently, you start stimulating your clit with your fingers. As you slide a finger in, you can feel how sopping wet your husband made you despite him not even giving you a single touch. That’s how it’s supposed to be between married couples, right? Satiating each other’s needs. But you hate it. You hate him making you feel this good. You can’t help but drown in this heavenly pleasure. What’s worse is that none of your hookups has ever made you feel this way.

Changbin starts stroking his cock once again. Beads of precum were leaking from his tip. God he was also wet. His face, all red and drenched in sweat. His pecks and torso drenched in sweat. He’s not like anyone you have slept with. He’s fucking beautiful, and you can’t help but speed the movement of your finger inside you, making you let out the most shameless, loud whines.

As if your husband wasn’t any better than you. Changbin’s moans are your new, delicious addiction. You never knew he could sound this delectable. To be fair, you didn’t want to be intimate with him whether physical or emotional in any sort of way but this… this is what you have been missing out on in the past almost nine months.

“Y/N—FUCK!” Him saying your name in such a lewd manner drives you crazy that it makes you insert another finger inside your cunt. You observe him speeding up his movement and the bliss he feels is almost palpable.

“Fuck Binnie keep moaning out my name like that!” you reciprocate as you keep hitting that one spot that drives you insane.

Your husband was not fairing any better. He spread his legs out more as if you’re not already basking in his naked beauty. His hips thrusting the air, wishing he was balls deep in your cunt and that your bodies were pressed against each other but alas this will do for now.

“Come with me?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Y-yes Binnie!”

Grunts and whimpers float about Changbin’s room as hands work in tandem to pleasure each other despite the lack of contact. The sounds you both make got only louder as you both are reaching the precipice of euphoria.

“F-fuuuck!”

“S-shit shit SHIT!”

You squirted on his carpet and his cum landing on his bedsheet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Changbin keeps his gaze on you while you shyly looked away. What. Have. You. Done. What have you done?

Coming with your husband that’s what. But it’s not illegal or morally wrong, no? In fact, it more than heavily encouraged for married couples to come together.

Your life is a sitcom for all the choices you have made. And this is one of them. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for Changbin, which is once again in accordance to your principles. But fuck your principles when you’re starting to want him. To crave him.

“I uhm I’ll clean up your carpet. Let me get fixed up first,” you say as you pick up your dress and coat. He nods and you exit his room. Your back is immediately met on the other side of his door and you slide down to sit and contemplate your choices.

Shit well that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You can’t possibly be having feelings for your husband even if it’s just lust. Lust is already potent enough and what more if you fall deeper for him. But it’s not even a matter of if but rather when you fall deeper for him. What. The. Fuck.

You realize that you are utterly fucked.

A/N: Hello! I finally got around to writing once again after 3 months! 😭 Honestly, I planned on immediately writing something after my summer class but it was just so hard getting back into the groove. But I’m so happy I got to post again. I hope you were able to enjoy this read as I enjoyed writing it 😊 Also, I’m considering having a part 2 for this fic so let me know if you are interested in it! Have a great day!!! :D

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Sorry for any mistakes !! 💺 anon

1) One more yoga idea!! You're doing your usual exercises when all of the sudden you feel his hands on you. "Let me help you with that, love." And he helps us stretch more (after all, he is good at stretching us, if you get what I mean)

2) If my man was so riled up just from us showing a little bit of thighs, how would he react if we send him a photo of us in lingerie??

3) His clothes are our clothes too, so we just borrow anything. His sweatpants (he def makes a comment about we're cleaning the floor with them since they're too long), shirts, dress shirts, jackets, even his socks and tie??

4) Speaking of clothes, Tan with a sophisticatedly dressed wife? Dressing up in nice suits while on missions? Helps you take off your blazer once home because he feels

5) OK JUST IMAGINE FOR A SECOND THAT HE SHAVED (for whatever reason idk), and now he looks like a baby and we tease him

6) Putting on lipstick and telling him to come closer so we can blot the excess off, so he brings us some tissues but we just start kissing him, leaving lipstick all over his face 🫠

7) (just added this one last min) about tan being a flirt, I feel like he makes some comments and lem has to shut him up because he doesn't wanna hear all that

8) This random thought that I had : "Can we watch The Intern?" "Are you serious, again?" "Can you be a fucking man and watch The Intern with me?" The wife privilege is real

9) So we talked about reader getting injured, now I'm making it about him. He survives the events from the movie and we're also left traumatized since we saw him almost die and every now and then we stare at his scar and try to not think back to that day :( and we're trying to hide our tears from him :(

10) He has that 'I don't want a cat but when I will get a cat I will treat it as if it's my child' vibe and I love him for it !!

Assassin!reader 1) AAHH imagine we have the same coat they are wearing at the beginning of the movie so we all match?? (in our size ofc)

2) And also, what would you say our codename is? It's obvs a fruit so we match with them but which one are you thinking?

3) Reader being even more of a menace over text?? They start to get worried because we aren't responding to their texts or calls and when we do, we send them something like "Sorry guys, just got hit by a car" or "SORRY the train I am in is on fire" (TRUE STORY BTW)

4) RANDOM 2AM THOUGHT!! We're on a mission and we run into another assassin who's also married (like the wolf except his wife is alive oops) and after a little bit of fighting, we just end up gushing about our lovers !!

5) So in the book, they had to go to Morioka, not Kyoto. So that sparked a scenerio in my head. After tan hangs up (it's the phone call before they meet with the yakuza, that scene) : we say "We're stopping at Morioka though, not Kyoto." "No it's Kyoto, love" "No, the destination says Morioka." We show them the details we were told, and we all start to realize there's something wrong. (Ignore the fact that we didn't tell them 😘😘)

+ more lem because we're platonic soulmates 1) I mentioned this a long time ago but imagine a convo of us trying to argue with him about how we're actually a diesel. "Think about it, you said they bluff, they're liars and the worst. That girl back in Japan fooled all of us with her act. I do the same when we're on missions and need intel!" And he's just shaking his head and crossing his arms. "Are you hearin' her right now?"

2) Sorry I'm touching on this topic again but what kind of music does lem listen to? I'd say probably ones that hype you up so much that if he were to sing you would hear it from a meter away from his car, with his windows up.

3) We get a notification from them, saying they finished the mission and will be home in 3 hours, so we send on the group chat a photo of the food we prepared and he is so pissed!! "COME ON IT'S THREE HOURS. You can't do this to me"

4) Another sms one sorry!! I hc he uses emojis randomly "Why is this man arguing with me about how many people we killed? 😻😻" (Us) "Where's my gossip buddy??" "REPORTING FOR DUTY 🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️" "The fact that you don't understand what I'm trying to say is making me cry" "You don't know what you're talking about do you?" "NO 🗣️🔥💯😼" "BRO THE GRIP HE HAS ON THAT PHONE WHAT DID YOU EVEN SEND HIM ⁉️ Him fr: 🧍‍♂️>🧎‍♂️>🐶" "ALSO NO DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU TWO ARE TEXTING 🤺🤺" "Wasn't planning to 😱" STOP HE DEF MAKES STORIES USING EMOJIS WHEN HE'S BORED!!

ALSO THE SMS?? ! NOT LEM PICKING 17 WHEN WE ASK HIM 😭 Also requets might get open?? AS ALWAYS NO RUSH LOVE but I just wanted to ask if you will be accepting smut?

JUST SAW THE OTHER ONES WITH TAN OML. The photo with the bathtub, we're so evil imagine we leave him on read after that 😭😭😭 I FEEL LIKE I DON'T SAY THIS ENOUGH BUT THANK YOU SM FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO ILYSM 💗💗

apologies for any in mine, I do these on my phone 😭😭

1- AAAAHH YES!!! hands on waist standing behind ‘helping’ you (I do see what you did there and im liking it)

2- if he got it in public I feel like he’d do a really long exhale, a deep kinda sigh and palm over the bottom half of his face. maybe rake through he hair (we got him all frustrated and flustered tehe)

3- that’s a given. we share clothes, ie we take his. also imagine imagine ??? he wears our dressing gowns in the morning ??? and he’s just making a tea and having a fag out the back door and he’s wearing a floral stain dressing gown (I uhm think that’s very hot) also also he wears plaid pj bottoms bc I say so and we always wear them

4- like a mafia/ mob wife ???? im seeing the vision and again im loving it

5- AAAAAHH stuff like that freaks me out. he would feel like a stranger in your house and he’d look so naked without it😭😭😭😭

6- ARFGGHH OMG THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE ??! pink or red or brown smooches all over his face 🫠

7- yes yes yes !!! lem loves relationship gossip as much as the next, but some things he just doesn’t want to hear. I feel like lem has no filter sometimes so if he says he doesn’t wanna hear it you know it’s bad😭

8- “can you be a fucking man and watch the intern with me”😭😭😭😭 I think he enjoys your movies a lot more than he lets on. and happy wife, happy life 😌

9- he has the scar from it??????🥲☹️ he def notices the way you look at it and he reaches out for your hand, giving it a squeeze bc he knows how sad it makes you

10- I love men that love cats😩 he is one to say he doesn’t want one but loves it the most out of everyone

assassin reader

1- stop it!!! that’s so cute 🫠 so coordinated I love it

2- back when I first started writing tan I thought I was being original when I named reader cherry, turns out lots of other writers used cherry😭😭😭😭😭 I thought it was unique only to see that it wasn’t. imagine if you were from new zealand and your code name was kiwi, little bit on the nose but that would be pretty cool ngl (just thought of that so had to say lol) but I really haven’t given it much thought since that debacle

3- 😭😭😭 yes!! like one disappears and updates with the craziest things “thought I bruised my rib, turns out its puncturing my lung🤪 back in a few hours”

and wait you were on a train that was on fire????

4- awwww :(( be like “one sec my man is texting me” “yeah no problem, mine is too” “want to have a timeout— he gets funny when I don’t answer checkpoint calls” “mine does too. he calls me every 30 minutes to make sure im okay and where I need to be” 😭😭😭 and then just chat and gossip

5- damn I really should read the book

platonic lemon

1- 😭😭 love it!!!

2- yesss !!!! idk why but I cannot think of any??? but his taste is very different to tans, that I can guarantee. also lem is an avid music listener, he knows what’s popular and what’s in the charts

3- 😭😭😭 he gets hangry (it’s okay me too)

4- never be sorry!! omg yes that works so well for him and makes so much sense !!! I enjoyed reading those texts way too much😭😭 and the “him fr:” pissing

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he’s just too impatient lmfao, didn’t even get a chance to tell him what it’s for

im gonna give you the 411… im opening then in an hour just before I go bed, shush don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. and ofc to the smut, always always yes to the smut 😭

hehehe yesss!! it’s not our fault we misunderstood him (we didn’t, we just like to tease) he’d spam with texts until you reply

AAAAAAHHH YOURE ALWAYS SO SWEET THANK YOU :(( ILYSM 💓💓

[eloeloanna]

John’s feelings - questions related to that topic

First, I want to say that this will have a lot of side notes. This reading was difficult.

Also, I did these questions in three days, didn’t read the answers until yesterday. I was surprised. Lots of words and situations matched 🥲🫠.

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Did McLennon ever happened here What John thought about Paul here What Paul thought about John - part 1 here | part 2 here What happened between John and Paul in Paris here What John thought of Paul's appeareance here What Paul thought of John's appeareance here Paul's feelings + Paris' tea here Was Paul jealous of Stuart? here Was John jealous of Tara? here Relationship - questions related to that topic here What happened between John and Paul in Keywest here What happened between John and Paul in India here George's pov here MORE here

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Remember that this is for entertainment purposes. Don’t sue me Paul (or Yoko (or Sean).

Did John ever felt something romantic about Paul?

I would say yes.

What the cards are telling me is that at the beginning he felt something, but regretted immediately. He saw how Paul would do things for him, and even maybe a little bit flirty, but he just couldn’t do anything about it, and it was exhausting. Eventually he “accepted” Paul in his life and even he felt he was like a part of him - like a unit, a marriage. The timing was so good because he felt all the right things about a love affair with him (he checked all his boxes), but he thought it wasn’t enough. He knew in a way what he had, but it was torturing him. So he thought in a way to keep Paul near, maybe without these things that made him insecure. The thing is that his plan in a way made them stuck. He felt that he had all controlled but he failed. He took a lot of time to actually do something, that’s why he thought he lost him. I think after all these events he tried to use more his head. But affections still remained.

Related to this question, I didn’t want to have doubts, because easily you can say that these words are platonic, so I directly asked:

Was John in love with Paul?

Energy: When I was shifting the cards I thought immediately of “In my life”. And guys, I haven’t heard that song in months. I felt crazy 😭.

Also, what I felt was something tender, beautiful. Probably the nicest feeling I had during John’s readings.

Answer:

I think John felt something very pure for Paul at the beginning. He didn’t know what exactly it was, what he knew, was that this feeling was progressively growing, until he realised it was love. He thought of leaving it until it cooled, but something drastically changed everything and he had to become aware of what it was happening. He had to be strong, because he was feeling happiness. What he couldn’t see clearly is what he got with this situation: there were true and pure feelings, they were right in front of him, he “won”. I think this situation was the beginning of him trying to think that maybe, his love dreams could be true, that he could be “himself”. I think in a way he felt so sure of this that maybe thought that Paul would always be there, doing what he wanted. I think John actually loved him, even when he was married to Yoko. I didn’t take more cards, but I could see him suffering, and thinking about his old, estranged fiancé.

Was John attracted to Paul?

I think in a way, yes. But he didn’t put a name on it. I think John thought a lot about Paul in the beginning, but they were “nice”, innocent thoughts. But that doesn’t mean that he didn’t think good of them. Actually lots of those for him were wrong. When he actually had the chance to do something about it, it wasn’t like he expected. It was like it wasn’t enough. I think for John, Paul’s answer was kind of condescending (acted like a cunt, honestly 😂) and immediately thought that he was wrong. That made him confused for some time, but in other occasions he would think of how would it felt, almost like it was a dream. But it was HIS DREAM, you know? I think these memories made him want to go for more, but the answer that he was expecting took a long time. I would say probably never came. I think he wanted to try these kind of experiences with other people, but realised it was all shit. Because he knew what he wanted 🔪🫶. I have more cards but I think this was answered. I think he was attracted to Paul, but was difficult to convey with this emotions.

After I did the love question, I couldn’t stop thinking why “In my life” would be in my head. So I thought, am I crazy or this was real? So, I asked:

Was “In my life” a song for Paul?

Sorry, I forgot to take a picture 😭.

About the energy: In this question I felt really bad. Like I thought I was going to cry. It was very heavy. I was so worried after I had the answer that I needed more info. That’s why I asked you about Cynthia’s book. I’ll give you the answer and some of my opinions.

Answer:

I think yes at least a 60%. Why? The cards are showing in the beginning the content of the song. Happy memories that happened in the past. But when he made the song, he was heartbroken. This song, was one of the actions John did to preserve a relationship, so they would stay in the same stage as before. But he wasn’t in control of this. He tried to do something, to talk, but the answer took a lot of time.

Now opinions:

I wanted to have more info about Cynthia because the answer is about how he didn’t want to lose someone. That song was kind of a “present”. I downloaded yesterday in a shady side (😂) the book “John”. I didn’t read it entirely because it was nighttime and I like having my melatonin to rest decently (😂). The book didn’t give me that much though. It was like for Cynthia everything was okay until John started with the drugs 😭. I don’t know about John though, I remembered reading about how bad that period was for him. But I think here I just need more data. But that’s the answer.

Did John want more than a kiss with Paul during Paris?

I forgot to take a picture here too, sorry! 🫠

Yes. But I think he realised that in “the moment”. I don’t see him thinking about this before. Probably he “felt” something, but it wasn’t awaken until Paris. I think he did some kind of proposition, but Paul…I don’t think ignored it entirely, it was like…he dodged it 😭. That obviously didn’t make John happy. I think actually he tried to propose something again, but Paul wasn’t really sure. It was like an agreement what they did in the end. “We can do this but in two more years” (example). So Paul didn’t deny the proposition, but it wasn’t in that moment that happened (if it did 🥲). At this point I see John with the idea still in his mind. Now, as a reader I wonder why Paul didn’t give him a concrete answer 🤔.

There was something with sexual undertones in Paris?

Why I forgot to take pictures of everything? Sorry!

Energy: In this reading I wanted to cry too 😂😭

I think there was this overall attitude of “yeah, we are relaxed! Nothing could destroy this vibe!”, but it was just to keep it cool and to deny the possibility of digging more on what actually was going on. If I’m honest, I don’t feel the vibe of full sex happening. Probably was just the kiss. Or the kiss with some touching, but no more. I think one of them while they were in this trip saw the bigger picture and told the other that he wasn’t sure about that kind of stuff, and the other felt defeated, because he had already set in his mind what could actually happen (he wanted more 🫠) . I think the “confused” one tried to impose some kind of “order”, probably giving the other part something that kept him happy for some time, until they “forget” the business. The thing is…he didn’t forget it 😭.

So that’s all for today. Reading this was heavy. I ended up thanking John for his energy (even If he wanted me to cry 😭😂). Probably this was harder for him that we could imagine.

Thank you for reading my readings 🫶. I hope you liked this one.

[thisisyourprincipalspeaking]

What I can’t fathom is how a guy who has a political website, is trying to be taken serious as actor outside of a major franchise, a 43 yr old adult……ends up thinking adding a now 27 year old to his public image was……good.

I’m left baffled that he thought this was a good look, even the rollout of the relationship was a mess. As far as Hollywood and the power it has, do they really have power enough to force a pr marriage, please update me if I’m wrong but is marriage required for roles? I know pr relationships happen to get people interested in said celeb in major projects, but what value was she supposed to add to him if this is real or pr. Even if it was to get her pushed, that was a fail in itself.

This either shows that Chris loves being in control to the point he went after a younger woman, but even then you’d assume he’d have an attitude of “my life who cares, I’m in love and happy with my choice enough to put a ring on it” but he doesn’t even act like he’s cool with her, thus leading myself and so many to question the validity of said mess they purposely pushed out.

If this is pr and he really was forced to fake a marriage…..then I want a Netflix documentary discussing things and then maybe I’d feel bad for him, but until then, this situation just looks foolish all the way around.

I will state a lot of crazy things happen in that weird town so if he was forced and had to do this….which makes no sense to my limited understanding of the evilness of Hollywood, I’d definitely feel bad for him, but we’d never know as I’m sure truth would never be revealed.

I see political figures, other actors, public figures I respect in his age range and their demeanor is vastly different. Now the ones in his age range who aren’t taken seriously, the ones acting foolish or who’ve married younger all seem stunted in some way and not taken seriously in Hollywood or their given careers at all, so again, I guess the question is just…..WHY?! 🤔

I do find it telling he went from not wanting to work to doing three projects within a year after he said never again. If he was forced to do this just to continue having a career, then I’ll take back ever negative thing I’ve said at the same time, I’d want more details of how a grown man is forced to pushing a marriage with a 20 something year old.

But see even then I’m like, well you have money and this would have been a great time for a break, make people miss you, then you could live your life as you pleased, found an actual wife, then ventured back to Hollywood when you were able to, he knows so many people who seem to have power like RDJ, but maybe that’s all an illusion too, idk.

Anyway Im younger than him and older than her and I just don’t get it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

If he needed pr that bad, should have just called me. 😂 I’m young and still age appropriate, I would have had him looking amazing and that image would have been saved. But oh well, his loss. 🤭

But I hope things end for his sake because it seems he’s been over this bs since November 2022. 🫠

😂😂

nonnie i got a huge laugh out of your last bit about calling you for pr... i say send your info to his management, he may need a decent cleanup sometime soon!

regarding the rest of your ask, i don't think you're much different from a lot of fans. there are so many questions that will likely never be answered but it doesn't mean we stop asking them!

[ameonds-dragonn]

Christmas Surprises

Summary: got the idea about Modern Aemond’s gf having a past with his ex brother in law, Harwin Strong. At the annual Targaryen Christmas party, an old ghost shows up unexpectedly. Leaving you alone at the bar and Aemond taking care of your drunken state. Also he suggest something that has you leaving his bed for the night

Warnings: Drinking, legal drinking age, party, sexual tension, old fuck buddies meeting again. Harwin’s sexy ass being a total DILF 🫠 mentions of threesome

@valeskafics since I sent you the idea 🥴

Alicent invited me to the family’s annual Christmas party, the whole family and the employees were gonna be at the house. Before they closed the company for the holidays. Aemond asked me out after last year’s Christmas party. It was gonna be my first big family event with him.

I had spent the whole week getting ready for it, nails, hair, lash extensions, fancy dress, new heels I would kill myself in. This was a huge thing for me to meet the rest of Aemond’s family. I had briefly met Rhaenyra once in passing.

Valet parked my car next to Aemond’s as I walked up the stairs. Criston the bodyguard was holding the door and checking names.

“Wow aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Aemond is in the living room”, Criston smiled and let me in.

Aemond’s back was turned as I walked in the room, Aegon shot up and smiled.

“Damn” Aegon smirked as Aemond turned around.

“You look gorgeous, my love” Aemond kissed me.

“Oh you made it! Here”, Helana handed me a glass of champagne

“Thank you, Hel. Told you that dress would do wonders for you”, I smiled.

She was looking at my chest in amusement

“How do you get them to stay up like that?”

“Witch craft, I’ll show you later” I smirked

It was gonna be another hour before the dinner started, so we stayed in the living room. I made my place on Aemond’s lap as Aegon sat between Dareon and Helana.

“You should have been there, Y/n” Aegon whined at the fact he lost to beer pong to his older cousin. Apparently at some party at college.

“Hey guys” Jace, their nephew walked in

“Jace, your mom needs you again” A deep voice said

I looked up to see my old fuck buddy in the door way. I jumped back in Aemond’s lap, making Aemond. “Y/n, stop moving” Aemond grabbed my waist.

“Hi kids” Harwin grinned as he followed his son.

“I’ll uh be back. Where’s your mom, Hel?” I asked getting off of Aemond’s lap

“Kitchen maybe”’

I seen Aemond’s eyebrows furrow as I made the corner

“Hi Y/n, you look lovely darling” Nrya smiled

“Uh oh thanks. Where’s Ali? I wanted to say hello”, I shuffled.

“Front room. Are you okay? You look sick” Nrya laid her hand on my forehead

“I’m fine” I ran to the front room

I made a bee line for the half bath, slamming the door behind me.

“Fuck fuck! Why me, God? All of the people I could have fucked drunk it had to be Aemond’s brother in law” I sat on the floor

The music was blaring, guests were mumbling as they passed the door. I needed to get out before Aemond came looking. Or I ran into Harwin again.

I motioned the bartender

“I need double tequila shots or a tranquilizer” I whined

She looked me up and down, “What’s wrong? It’s a Christmas party in a mansion”

“Shots first” I sighed

Jasmine was her name, she told me to take some shots and relax. Could be worse. She was right. Too damn right

“Old fashioned, love. Thank you” Harwin sat down.

“Hey you” Harwin said as he waited for his drink.

“Did we fuck when you were still married?” I blurted out

Harwin choked on air, “No no. Rhaenyra and I have been divorced for two years”

I nodded.

“How long have you and Aemond been together?” Harwin sipped his drink

“Year and a month”, I replied

I stood up and went to find Aemond

“There you are, love” Aemond rubbed his hands up my back

The spins started on me, I grabbed Aemond’s arm and laid my head on his chest.

“Alright, you’re cut off. Nrya said you wanted mom but never went to her.” Aemond pulled me with him

“Sorry Tiffany called, must have slipped my mind” I hummed

The dinner went by fast, Daemon gave the toast before we ate. Thanking the employees for a good year and for the hard work. Harwin sat in front of me with his younger son, Luke. I could feel his gaze on me.

Aemond and Aegon went outside for a smoke as the guest were in the ballroom. Helana dragged me to go dance with her.

“What’s up with you? You’re never this quiet”

“I’m drunk, Hel” I sighed as she dipped me

“Y/n, have seen you dance on the bars like you’re Rachel from Coyote Ugly. You’re not a quiet drunk” Helana giggled, bringing me back up.

Harwin and Nrya were dancing, they looked like they were in love again. Harwin had his hand on Nryas tiny waist as they swayed.

“I miss them together” Helana said

“Me too. Wonder if he dropped the dark headed girl? She was your age, Y/n you kinda look like her” Jace said.

“Jace! That’s not a compliment”, Helana groaned at her nephew.

“I wasn’t calling Y/n a whore. That girl was kidna a slut messing with my dad like that” Jace laughed.

“Excuse me”, i pushed past the arguing nephew and aunt. My stomach was turning and I needed air

“Hi baby” Aemond smiled as I leaned over the railing. Letting my guts out

“Shit” Aegon mumbled

Aemond held my hair back as it had came undone from my half up pony. I started crying some. “Hey what happened? Too much again?” Aemond asked

“Yeah sure, Aemond. Just stop asking me questions” I sighed, wiping my mouth. Aegon handed me his breast pocket.

“Thanks Aeg” I looked up at him

“Need me to help you with her?” Aegon asked his younger brother.

“No, I’m good. Just tell mother we’re turning in early” Aemond threw me over his shoulder

“Night kid” Aegon said as we walked back in

“Bye” I hiccuped

The party had to be over, music had stopped and I heard cars driving down the road. I was in Aemond’s bed in his Deftones t-shirt.

“Hey. How you feeling, bug?” Aemond asked from his chair.

“Like I’ve been ran over by a truck”, I whined

Aemond shut his book and climbed into bed with me. Holding me into his chest.

“Good reason to not drink like Aegon”, Aemond smirked.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m sick” I whined

There was a pregnant pause as I listened to his heart beat. Trying to go back to sleep and to deal with the hangover tomorrow.

“Does my ex brother in law have anything to do with you drinking?” Aemond asked

I jerked up, looking at him like he had three heads, “What?”

“Just asking. You were messing with a guy that kinda described him. And you started acting different when he told us hello tonight”

I looked at him, finding words to say to him

“Yeah. He was my old fuck buddy before we got to, I ended it after our second date. I had no idea he was married to your sister, I swear

my life to you” I sighed.

“I’m not mad, baby. Figured something happened between you two, he kept looking at you tonight.” Aemond brushed a hair out of my face

“I love you, Aem” I kissed his him

“I love you too, drunkard. Now go to sleep”, Aemond bopped my nose as he pulled me to his side.

“I’m not that drunk, ass” I groaned

Aemond laughed

It was silent , besides the ceiling fan and rain hitting the window.

“Wanna have a threesome with him sometime?” Aemond blurted out

“And you call Aegon a dirty pervert. I’m going to Hel’s room” I got up and walked to his sister’s room.

“Just asking, princess” He winked as I looked back to him

I flipped him off before opening Helana’s door

[chifuyuprotecter]

Summertime sadness

the warm summer wind blows back the loose strands of your hair as you stood on your balcony. Summer is now close to its end, and so is your stay in the East. and as you gazed across the garden of the palace, a familiar voice sounded below you in the garden. “we can’t keep doing this.” “but you’re all i think about Hikari.”

warnings!! angst, possibly some profanity, hopefully a good ending but i havent planned that far yet 😭😭😭

yu’s note!! (please read) the univers that this is set in is weird… not even i know what’s going on yet! which is a problem… but i think writing what is permitted in this universe would help! so, if u keep on reading you would know what position y/n is in, and in this universe she is allowed to marry royalties, other men from noble families if she is given the blessing by the emperor and the princess she serves for! even though it’s not really common, it has happened before. i’m also not great with terms and stuff cuz history 🫠 so if you guys spot any mistakes please tell me! so yh that’s all for now 😭 ENJOY!!!

fem!reader

please tell me if i’ve made any mistakes!!

Chapter 1 - the beginning

Josuke and you have been… well acquainted to say the least. But as of now, you’re sitting in your carriage waiting for Yukako to board to finally leave. Where are you going? You might ask.

Well,

you’re leaving the East Empire.

~

let’s trace our steps back however to who you are and how you got here.

you are the lady in waiting of the princess of the west Empire, Yukako Yamagishi, you grew up together so you are (some what) comfortable around each other.

“but Y/n,” she sighed while you brushed her treasured hair.

Only you have been trusted to touch and style her hair, and of course she does the hair care herself.

“oh I’m sure all is going to be well your majesty,” you replied.

“Y/n, please just call me Yukako” she smiled at you through the mirror, putting you some what at ease. you are stressed, after all, this is an important event that the Yamagishis are attending.

the name rings in your ears however, but you shake it off, “Yukako,” you stopped yourself though.

Yukako studied your face through the mirror before smiling softly, “we don’t have to be so formal when we’re alone Y/n,” she smiled once more, “well? tell me what’s wrong.”

you let out a small sigh of relief before saying, “you don’t think this prince of the east is… that Josuke do you?”

“oh no, i’m sure he isn’t Y/n,” she chuckled, “and even if it is, Y/n, we will only be there for a few days” she placed a reassuring hand on yours as you put down her hairbrush.

“your right,” you replied reassured, “now, shall I get your dress ready?”

“yes please, Y/n.” she smiled.

“well then, I’ll be back shortly, please excuse me Yukako,” you said walking towards the door.

“yes of course,” she smiled once more before you closed the door.

~

not too far away, josuke was having the same conversation… well… just about… only, they were much more comfortable around each other.

“KOICHI,” Josuke shouted across the room.

“YES?” he shouted back, poking his head out of the bathroom, just tidying things up after josuke’s song and dance filled shower, as per usual… surprisingly…

“Could you please ready my cloths while i do my hair?” Josuke replied a bit more calmly this time.

“Yes of course, want me to get okuyasu for you? you know, to keep you company?” koichi asked.

“sure, thats very thoughtful of you,” Josuke smiled at Koichi through the mirror and Koichi excused himself.

Josuke was still concentrated on his hair when Okuyasu bursted through the door in song.

Okuyasu is the son of the now deceased king of Shizuku, and is soon to inherit the throne of Shizuku as King (though people are gossiping about how he might finally claim his land as an empire, you know how the press likes to gossip).

“JOSUKE~” he sing-songed, “did you hear, did you hear?” he chirped as he sat down on the couch.

“yes i have,” josuke rolled his eyes.

“HEY I SAW THAT,” Okuyasu shouted, but soon he sighed, “are you going to be okay?”

“wow i never knew you cared about me,” josuke dead panned, “of course i’d be fine,” josuke smiled, though it soon disappeared, “well i have to don’t i?” josuke said finishing his hair.

there was silence in the room, and it was not long before Okuyasu broke it, “well then, we must get you ready, TO THE CHANGING ROOM!!!” Okuyasu exclaimed.

~

Yukako has been dressed and so have you, for the princess was allowed to bring a trusted lady in waiting to the event.

you’ve been anxious this entire morning, and Yukako has noticed this slight change in behavior.

she placed her hand on yours reassuringly, “you’ll be fine Y/n,” she smiled, “and i’m here as always.”

“yeah i know.” you replied softly with a smile.

the carriage soon slowed down and the sound of the other carriages got louder and closer, “well then, we’re almost there.” you said as the carriage lined up behind the empress’ (which was behind the emperor’s)

and soon enough, the carriage stopped. Yukako got off first and you stepped off behind her, the sound of the press scribbling and the shutters sounded at once behind you near the gate. The royalties arriving now are only the ones close to the empire of the east. We were greeted by the workers of the palace who then escorted you to our respective rooms. the kings, queens, emperors and empresses were escorted to one side of the guests estate while the princesses and princes where escorted to the other side.

Yukako’s escort brought you to her room, “your lady in waiting can reside in the room to your left, Miss,” she bowed and then opened the door for Yukako and you to enter.

“Very well then,” Yukako replied, “could you please deliver our luggage to our room please?” she smiled kindly at the maids behind us.

“yes of course,” the maids curtsied then left, closing the door behind them.

~

Josuke heard the ruckus caused by the press earlier while the royal families of other countries and empires arrived (because his room was the closest to the guest estate). He was alone as of now and fixing his hair again as Koichi knocked on his door, “Come in,”

“your clothes have been prepared Josuke.” Koichi said after entering the room.

“thank you, I’ll be there shortly.” Josuke replied and Koichi left.

Josuke sighed. There is a ball to attend tonight, it’s a ball his parents are holding to cover up a meeting with the emperor and empress of the west claiming it’s a ball held for celebration, though Josuke wasn’t sure what celebration, he went along with it regardless.

~

the ball will commence in an hour and you are due to arrive at least half an hour in advance, “shall we get going then Yukako?” you asked as you put on the finishing touches of her makeup.

“mhm,” she hummed getting up off the chair, “let’s go.”

~

Josuke was already at the ball, enjoying the drinks and snacks brought around by the butlers of the palace, granted that not many people were here yet, he was still ordered to arrive nat no later than six, for the ball to begin at seven. It is to last till at least midnight, and Josuke wasn’t looking forward to it.

the sound of high heels sounded on the grand staircase to the ball and Josuke got up to greet them, for they were the first people to arrive.

His eyes fell upon the two girls walking down the staircase, his eyes widened ever so slightly, his lip ,which were slightly parted, pressed together and he froze up but only for a brief moment. (that did not go unnoticed by Koichi)

Koichi opened his mouth to say something, but before he could ask Josuke if he was alright, Josuke was already walking towards the bottom of the staircase to greet the two girls.

“Good evening ladies,” he bowed slightly taking the princess’ hand to help her down the stairs. and while the lady in waiting was not expecting much, Josuke’s hand was held out. She paused and looked at him in the eyes, “Long time no see Y/n.”

yu’s end note!! Thank you sm for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed the first chapter of this story! i’ll be going back to school soon so i’m not sure when i can release the next part but i’ll try to do it asap! thank you so much for reading again!

[swipingrightinyour30s]

Welcome ✨

This blog is dedicated to all the single ladies 💕 follow my dating journey as I am on the quest to manifest the love of my life 🫶🏻 crazy? Mm I think not, we all want to be loved and share our lives with somebody special. Here I am going to share my dates & tribulations & probably overshare A LOT. Buckle in. 🤘🏻

Who am I? 🫶🏻

My name is Alyce I am 32 years old I live in Gippsland. I live alone with my beautiful rescue cat Felix Winston 🐱! I’ve just recently in the past 6 months ended a career in early childhood education after 13 years. I am currently a student studying the diploma of community services & ideally want to work helping families at risk 💕

Ok so the boring shit is out of the way.. ME oh Jesus first thing is first. I do have border line personality disorder 🙃 I know this impacts my relationships in my life greatly at times, mainly I have it under control or it controls me 🫠. I am a very intense, emotional, empathetic, down to earth, funny, witty woman. I’m either full of life or I’m not I’m either happy or….. I’m not. I’m very black and white & I am an extreme over thinker. I KNOW 110% I have pushed men away because I am to full on or want clarification or better communication from them.. something that is too hard to ask for most the time NEXT…

I don’t have the best track record with dating. I’ll get into that more so later! But it ranges from being left for my best friend & them getting married, to domestic violence to a head fuckery of a ‘situation ship’ oh and i cannot forget the special mention to the guy who I was with for 2 months & he hid his pregnant girlfriend from me 😂

So yeah there’s that ^ I mean sure I’ve met nice guys but it hasn’t eventuated other than a few weeks/ months of meaningless sex…

So here it goes I mean what’s there to lose?! This ain’t my first, second or third rodeo 🤠

I hope you enjoy my content & yes it will be too much information at times but hey I told you I’m black or white! So don’t say I didn’t warn you.

PSA - There is nothing wrong with being single, I know I am a whole vibe & a Fucking power house just the way I am! BUT! There is also nothing wrong with putting yourself out there & trying to find your person, or who knows I/you may be found 🫶🏻

Thank-you for joining me on this journey & definite shit show.

Alyce 🫶🏻

[ohmy-kiszka]

Decide On Us | Chapter Two

Song: Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

Jake Kiszka x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, angst, unprotected sex (seriously wrap your shit), Jake being mean 🫠

1.6k words

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You lay alone in your hotel room, once again struggling for sleep. You think back to the night you found your ex laying in bed with the woman who wasn’t you. Although the thought of loneliness without him haunted you, you secretly wanted to thank the other woman. Thank her for exposing his true colors to you. How stupid you would’ve been to actually marry him. You find yourself changing the subject in your brain to the thought of Jake. The way his lips meshed so well with yours. If you were being honest you’d always had a small crush on Jake, since you were kids. You just had never wanted to ruin the friendship you guys had, which is why you shut down the actions he’d made a few minutes earlier. You knew he’d never feel the same way, so why would you let him continue? He was just drunk. It would only hurt you in the end. But you still let your brain drink in a memory of you and Jake that made your heart swell with a cozy and loving feeling.

You’d just moved to Nashville. Though you all lived in different apartments through town, you made the move with your lifelong best friends from home. It was a huge step for all of you. For you there were more opportunities for your photography in the bigger city than your small town. For them it was a great fresh start for their music. More opportunities and inspiration. It was perfect. A few days after the big move you were in your apartment trying to decorate it up to your style, but you eventually retired to eat your takeout you’d disregarded earlier, sitting criss cross on your floor because your furniture had not arrived yet. A knock on your door had you rushing to the door, wiping your face, you’d always been a messy eater, something Jake would always scold you for. “Jakey!!” You’re happy to see him on the other side of the door, since you hadn’t really seen him since you all got settled into your apartments. “Y/N/N!” He yells back just as excited as he pulls you into a hug. Warm feelings rushing to you as the hug went on. He pulls back looking puzzled at your face “what?” You question. Soon he’s swiping his thumb across your mouth. “You can’t eat a single thing without making a mess like a toddler, huh? You should try wearing a bib.” He says, you both letting out chuckles. Even though he was making fun of you you couldn’t help but feel safe as he stood there in front of you. As you stare you think about how you think you’ll never love someone like you love Jake. That was until you met your ex. “C’mon I figured you’d want help with the apartment, it looks a mess in here.” He shakes his head with a cheeky smirk, stepping through your door.

A sudden knock on the hotel room door quickly snapped you out of those thoughts. You hop up putting on sweatpants as you walk to the door. Looking through the peephole, you realize it’s Jake. Shit. You were afraid to see him after your recent encounter, but honestly seeing him there, lifted a weight off your shoulders. You needed clarity about the situation and seeing him in front of you when you opened the door was good enough for you. “Hey.” He breathed out flatly. He seemed more sober now, which was a relief. “I think we-“ you both started at the same time. “You go” Jake says motioning towards you. “I just, I think we need to talk.” He nods in agreement. Your heart racing as you both approach the bed to sit for whatever conversation lies ahead.

“I’m sorry” is how Jake decided to open the conversation, hoping to end the awkward silence suffocating you two. “I just really wanted to-“ you cut him off pulling him in for a kiss against your better judgment. It just felt right in that moment.

Your lips worked magical together. You both knew you needed to stop, but you couldn’t, it just felt so good, wrong but good. As your tongues fought for dominance in your mouth, Jake pulled away. You give him a look of annoyance and remorse “I’m sor-“ you hum out, unable to finish as he leaned into your neck, leaving kisses and nips up and down your skin. Tugging on the shirt you’d been wearing. The shirt was quickly disregarded as Jake laid you back on the bed. As he propped himself above you, you see a different look in his eyes. A deep brown, pupils so dilated you could barely see the white in his eyes. All you saw was hunger, hunger for you and your touch. God he’s beautiful… you thought to yourself, gently running your hand across his rosy cheek.

You begin to tug on his waistband, desperately fighting the button and zipper of his jeans. He watched your every move as you softly palm his cock through his boxers. “Fuck..” he breathes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The contact you’ve given him is enough for him to impatiently rip his pants down his legs. For some reason, even watching him struggle with his pants was beautiful to you.

You found him hovering back over you once his denim was promptly thrown on the floor. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” He said, with a more genuine look on his face, smoothly dragging your sweatpants and panties down your legs in one swift movement. “I don’t want you to stop.. anywhere.” You let out in a demanding tone. He gives his cock a few pumps before plunging deep into you, earning a roar of pleasure from you both.

With every movement of his hips rolling into you, he hit that sweet spot of pleasure you’d so desperately been waiting for. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you’d wanted this for a long time. You often found yourself caught up in a fantasy about Jake, thinking about the way he’d move and work himself into you. Desperately wanting to know what it actually feels like. Now you know, and it’s fucking amazing. He drags a hand from holding you in place by your waist down to your clit rubbing slow, burning, circles into it, earning a hiss from you. “Fuck. Jakey. Please don’t stop.” You say tugging into his sweat drenched hair. “I couldn’t dream of stopping.” He hums out, breath hitching near the end.

The well known knot was beginning to twist in your stomach. With the sensation he was sending deep into your core, and the flaming circles he was still rubbing into your clit, you knew you couldn’t last much longer, and he could sense it.

“Don’t worry darling, let go for me.” His words sent you tumbling over the edge. Feeling your whole body quiver as your orgasm built. The feeling of you clenching around his cock made his pace sloppier, signaling he was also close. You suck a bite into his neck, leaving a low moan against his skin, making him jolt his hips deep into you, spilling his hot seed. A string of curses flying from his mouth. The sudden jolt making you scream loud one last time as you came down from your high.

He lays inside of you for a few moments after, giving soft pecks to each side of your cheeks and one kiss landing on your lips. You felt as though you could lay in this moment forever, basking in all of his beauty.

He gives a quick tap to your hips, signaling he’s going to pull out. Slowly releasing himself from you, and laying down on his back beside you. Neither of you even bothered cleaning yourselves up from your overwhelming escapade. Your highs had soon lulled you both to sleep.

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You wake up to sun shining through your hotel window, and shifting in the corner of the room. You wipe your sleepy eyes, trying to get a more clear image of Jake. “Morning” You giggle, a content smile wiping across your face, remembering the events of last night.

But as your vision clears, you realize he’s not smiling, nor is he even acknowledging you’ve spoken to him. “I said, good morning.” You force out, with an uncomfortable laugh. He just shrugs in return. “What crawled up your ass?” You huff smugly at him, only half joking.

He finally looks you in the eyes, which was a relief, kind of. “I think you should go.” He softly shakes out, almost so quiet you can’t hear him. “What?” You ask, half aware of what he meant, it was your room after all, if anyone should leave, it was him. “I said you should go.” He states flatly, in the volume of an annoyed yell.

In all your years of knowing Jake he’s never spoken to you that way, so naturally tears start to form on your eyes. Without even having to further ask what he meant, he begins spelling it out for you. “Last, last night, well it was.. it was a mistake. I think you should go home. And I mean go.” He says pointing at the door he’s standing in front of. “I don’t want to see you anymore on this tour, do you understand me?” Your tears had started shifting down your face at this point. It was far too early for you to comprehend why he was acting this way. “I said, do you understand me?!” He yells sternly, trying not to let his tears fall. He clearly wanted an audible response from you, though you figured crying was a good enough answer.

“I get what you want me to do, but I absolutely do not understand you.” You breathe out, trying desperately to keep your composure. But that was a good enough response for Jake, as he was already twisting the doorknob and stepping out. “Glad we’re on the same page.” He grumbles out, leaving you aggressively wiping the tears from your stained cheeks, as he slams the door, seemingly walking out of your life… forever.

A/N: warning y’all now to be prepared for chapter three, I hurt my own feelings writing that part