#and you KNOW DAMN WELL for you I would ruin myself a million little times | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

freya-captain · 1 year

Text

Jacaerys Velaryon was engaged to Aegon Targaryen ii but had an illicit affair with Sara Snow when he visited the North

(Jacegon drabble where alpha!Jace not being an honorable Prince and a perfect lover (as he always is in fics))

Aegon and Jace had crush on each other from childhood. After Rhaenyra ascending to the throne and their marriage was consummated, they lived as if they were the happiest couple in town. Aegon was madly in love with Jace and very soon he gave him a beautiful silver-haired princess, Aemma. However, she neither looked like Jace nor she could very likely become their heir in future days. But Jace promise he’d love his first daughter no matter what.

And then Lucemond got married in the Sept (finally) and they started to breed like rabbits. Five years went passing and funny enough all their babies had brown hair and looked like Lucerys. Aemond was happy inside even though Aegon mocked at him saying ‘Karma for you despising and calling them Strong all those years’.

And Aemond mocked at Aegon back for not capable of bearing another child anymore due to his old drinking problem and libertine lifestyle. Aegon pretended he didn’t care but he did try so hard to change—he’s been quitting drinking a long time, going to church regularly and trying different herbal remedies which tasted like shit. He had been a brand new person. But the situation wasn’t getting any better. He couldn’t get pregnant and every time it finally happened, he just lost the baby in early months. Jace was always thoughtful and supportive as any perfect husband, telling him he couldn’t care less but Aegon started to think Aemma was merely a miracle and he was either barren or cursed.

And next time when Jacaerys returned from the North’s visit, he brought his bastard son Cregan Snow who was older than Aemma back to the capital.

Aegon was so mean to imply Luke’s kids may be bastards since Aemond used to treat him like shit but now he became the one who had to live under the same roof with an actual bastard boy, a living proof of his husband’s disloyalty. Aegon stopped laughing at anyone anymore.

Jace apologetically explained he didn’t want to leave little Cregan in Winterfall. His true firstborn deserved better education, training and comfy growing environment.

Aegon couldn’t complain cause he was not in the least a maiden when he married Jace and Jace also had this affair before he said those vows.

He figured it was Rhaenyra and Daemon’s idea all along. They thought he couldn’t have children anymore and they decided to develop the bastard boy.

He hated that the boy got Jace’s everything: his dark eyes, his curly hair, his cheekbones, and he got all northerner’s good attributes in him, determination and resolve. As a bastard, he got his prudence but also he possessed the kind of charm that makes people want to follow and die for him, just like a qualified heir to a future king.

Aegon fucking hated him and the north. He fucking hated himself as well. He hated Jacaerys when he found out it was him, not Rhaenyra and Daemon, that kept drugging him so he couldn’t have another baby of his own. That’s when he finally understood what it meant when Otto was executed and said “I died laughing because one day my bloodline would sit on the iron throne and his children and grandchildren would always have my blood” and Jace smiled cruelly saying “it wouldn’t ever happen, unfortunately”. He hated his beloved made him an idiotic fool all these years. He hated it was too late when he finally saw everything through.

Now all he wanted is to take Aemma far away in case they decide to marry her to the only living son of his husband to strengthen his claim or some noble lord in a castle. He never truly believed in Gods but now he started to pray, every single day.

#i feel like I should add warnings #jacaerys velaryon #is dark and calculated #aegon ii targaryen #jacegon #house of the dragon #not happy ending #And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself #A million little times #jacaerys x aegon #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #fanfic prompt

205 notes · View notes

conanssummerchild · 3 months

Text

trobed as illicit affairs

33 notes · View notes

cosmicallyavg · 8 months

Text

illicit affairs by taylor swift is such a good doctor/companion song and it hurts my heart

#like specifically for the romantic d/c relationships #but even just for platonic ones #like #take the road less traveled by / tell yourself you can always stop #and you wanna scream dont call me kid. dont call me baby /#look at this godforsaken mess that youve made me #and you know damn well. for you i would ruin myself a million little times #??? hello????#i am in physical pain

3 notes · View notes

thedoorsofmyheart · 2 years

Text

“Paint splattered tear drops on your shirt”

“My eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head.”

8 notes · View notes

harmonymcadams · 2 years

Photo

more rhyme/gemma from my playlist

#literally like. hello!!!!#TELL YOUR FRIENDS YOU'RE OUT FOR A RUN YOU'LL BE FLUSHED WHEN YOU RETURN!!!!!#and you know damn well for you i would ruin myself a million little times!!!!!!!#cglyrics #chicken girls #my cg #rhyme mcadams #gemma cg #rhyme x gemma

8 notes · View notes

dinasmoon · 8 months

Text

AND YOU WANNA SCREAM DONT CALL ME KID. DONT CALL ME BABY LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU'VE MADE ME YOU TAUGHT ME A SECRET LANGUAGE I CANT SPEAK W ANYONE ELSE

#and you know damn well #for you i would ruin myself #a million little times #princess song recs>⁠.⁠<#Spotify

0 notes

backtodecembertv · 11 months

Text

illicit affairs bridge you will always be famous

#don't call me kid!! don't call me baby!!! LOOK at this godforsaken mess that you made me!!!#... and you know damn well for you i would ruin myself a million little times

1 note · View note

a-beauty-lives-in-every-soul · 1 year

Text

taylor swift is a lyrical genius but when i hear illicit affairs live im actually gonna cry

#A DRUG THAT ONLY WORKED THE FIRST FEW HUNDRED TIMES #DONT CALL ME KID #DONT CALL ME BABY #LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU MADE ME #YOU SHOWED ME COLORS YOU KNOW I CANT SEE WITH ANYONE ELSE #D0NT CALL ME KID #D0NT CALL ME BABY #LOOK AT THIS IDIOTIC FOOL THAT YOU MADE ME #YOU TAUGHT ME SECRET LANGUAGE I CANT SPEAK #WITH ANYONE ELSE #AND YOU KNOW #DAMN WELL #FOR YOU I WOULD RUIN MYSELF #A MILLION LITTLE TIMES

1 note · View note

cassandrattpd · 1 month

Text

and you know damn well for you i would ruin myself a million little times

505 notes · View notes

breakbleheavens · 10 months

Text

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

ILLICIT AFFAIRS The Eras Tour — Kansas City, Missouri (Night 1) | July 7, 2023

#tswiftedit #taylorswiftedit #tswiftgif #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour #illicit affairs #folklore #*mine #*2023 #*gifs #mine: eras tour #mine: folklore #1k #I've wanted to gif this since day 1 but it's sooooo hard to find hd clips of this song aslkfdjah #THEE anidala song and this part is sooooo anakin

1K notes · View notes

hawktims · 4 months

Text

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

FELLOW TRAVELERS (2023) x ILLICIT AFFAIRS (2020)

#fellow travelers #tvedit #cinematv #filmtvcentral #matt bomer #jonathan bailey #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #fellowtravelersedit #tv #mine #m: gifs #and if i say i almost cried trying to gif this

515 notes · View notes

tayloralison · 2 months

Text

something about you showed me colors you know i can't see with anyone else ...and you know damn well for you, I would ruin myself a million little times

278 notes · View notes

thesongsofautumn · 10 months

Text

and you know damn well, for you i would ruin myself, a million little times🍂

#webweaving #webweave #web weaving #unrequited love #love quotes #unrequited quotes #literature #poetry #poem #web weave #classic literature #phoebe bridgers #taylor swift #folklore #toxic relationship #moon song

675 notes · View notes

chaoticbardlady99 · 5 months

Text

She’s my Religion- Part 3: Everyone Wants to Have Their Taste (Astarion x F! Reader)

Synopsis- You and Astarion don’t see eye to eye about him ascending. Cazador kidnaps you to lure Astarion to the palace. Astarion realizes that more powerful vampires may not be capable of love.

CW: Violence, non-descriptive mentions of gore, mentions of SA, threats of SA, mentions of suicidal ideation

I feel so gross cause I made myself sob while editing this.

*picture belongs to @clowndroids

It had quite literally only been two hours since Pale Petras had kidnapped you. You were having a drink with Karlach after your fight with Astarion.

Astarion finally broke you and you gave your opinion on the Rite of Profane Ascension- he was not thrilled with your opinion to say the least.

“Astarion! I don’t even want to marry a fucking Master Vampire!” You had screamed after he had gotten pissed at you for saying you didn’t think he should ascend, “not only that- I will lose you entirely. You will no longer be anything, but fucking Mephistopheles’ vessel to what he pleases with! I can’t be with you if… if you ascend- I can’t sit back and let you torture me for eternity or watch you fade away.”

“Well-I guess we’re done then.”

You had watched him walk off miserably- your heart shattered into a million pieces. Karlach consoled you at the bar.

You should have tried to be calmer, maybe it wouldn’t have resulted in a break up.

You had begun to not feel well so you went back to your shared room with Astarion.

Astarion was out hunting so that he could be at his best for the fight with Cazador tomorrow- that gives you plenty of time to move your stuff into another room.

You are sniffling as another uncomfortable wave of nausea and exhaustion overwhelms you and then you collapse. You hear footsteps walking towards you- hoping it might be someone friendly. You thought how incredibly inconvenient timing it would be if the Cult of the Absolute was coming to kidnap you.

Except it wasn’t an Absolute Cultist or a friendly face- it had been Pale fucking Petras.

You woke up in what you assume is the Kennels- Cazador leering down at you like he’d caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to do.

Oh and you had. You had given yourself to Astarion- let yourself be “ruined.”

Every lash of the flail against your bare skin feels even more numb and painful than the last- you are barely conscious by the time Cazador decides he’s done and you are “purified”.

“What a shame- I would have liked your skin to remain porcelain and perfect before we have to consummate our marriage,” Cazador feigns sadness, “but I do suppose you have time to heal- a few hours, give or take. Dalyria- please help my beautiful, crimson colored bride clean up a little bit, leave the majority of the blood- it smells delectable.”

Cazador begins to leave and then turns around to say one last thing, “And do get her into her wedding dress. I have a homecoming to prepare for my prodigal son and I’m sure he’d love to wish us eternal happiness, my Love.”

The smile he gave you made your entire body shake with fear. He kidnapped you to force Astarion’s hand. You hope that Astarion stays out all night like he occasionally does when he hunts pissed off.

You would much rather he be prepared to fight and feel confident than rush head first into a battle because you are in danger. Or worse- maybe he wouldn’t care at all. He did break up with you.

You know the consequences if Astarion doesn’t show up quickly- Cazador is going to marry you, violate you, and then turn you into his spawn. Cazador told you that, by the time he is done completing the ritual, you should be ready to be his obedient consort.

Astarion would die knowing you were damned to an eternity of suffering at Cazador’s hands- whether he got there in time or not was inconsequential to Cazador- either would make Astarion crumble (despite telling him that he had quite literally dumped you not even an hour or two earlier).

You asked him how stupid he is considering he revealed his whole plan to you before you had even been there 30 minutes (he knows about the tadpole)- he bashed your head into the wall two times. Hard.

“Better?” He had said, roughly grabbing your hair and making you look up at him.

You listen for his footsteps and hold back the painful, strained sobs that rattle your broken rib cage. Your head is throbbing and your body is aching- every piece of skin cut up in some way or another besides your face. That needed to be “protected” according to Cazador.

You don’t remember when Dalyria gently helped you up off the ground and provided you with awkward, but soothing words. You cried as she began getting you ready for your impending doom. She washed your hair with care and despite what Cazador said, she made sure the majority of your blood was cleaned up and the wounds were safe from infection.

“He’ll get here in time,” Dalyria whispers, “Astarion won’t let this happen to you- he adores you far too much.”

“Doubtful,” You sniff, “and anyway, I don’t want him to make any rash decisions.”

“Right now, Tav?” Dalyria looks at you with sorrow, putting makeup on your cheeks “rash decisions is what is going to save you.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Astarion is nervous while heading back to Elfsong Tavern- he had a bear for his meal and he is eager to see you. While he was out hunting, he realized that you had a lot of very valid points. In what world could he ask you to become his thrall when Astarion knows how Spawns suffer at the hands of their master’s. The other point that stuck with him was when you said you would lose him. Astarion can acknowledge those points- he is sure he can even reassure you. Cazador never let anyone touch you nor did he ever lay a finger on you- not all Vampire Lords are evil and abusive. Astarion will be wonderful to you.

Except, when he gets to your shared room to talk- you are gone and the only evidence of you being there is a blood stain on the floor and your supplies scattered every which way.

Astarion is frozen and he runs to Karlach and Shadowheart’s room- hoping you are maybe there and just had a minor cut that needed healing. Karlach informs him you had gone back to your shared room when you stopped feeling well.

Once all the pieces were put together- everyone was sprinting out the door towards the Crimson Palace. It had been two whole hours since anyone last saw you. Astarion can’t imagine that Cazador would actually hurt you- he’s too possessive of you.

Astarion feels sick to his stomach, enraged, and terrified all at the same time.

Astarion isn’t sure he believes in any of the Gods, but he is begging to any that will listen to him that you are okay- unharmed.

************************************

Cazador holding you up by your hair, tears streaming down your face in a blood stained revealing white wedding dress is an image that will forever be burnt into Astarion’s brain. Cazador has mutilated your skin.

Astarion and your other companions had ran in right as Cazador was cutting into you again- yelling at Dalyria that she did this to you, if she had just listened and not cleaned up the blood like he had said- he wouldn’t have needed more for the dress.

When Cazador notices Astarion, he gives him a chilling grin.

“I told you that he would come for you, Pet,” Cazador cooed, a broken sob escapes your lips, “it was so cute, boy. ‘Just use me for your ritual, I’ll take his place, don’t hurt him-“

You whimper as Cazador licks the blood running from one of the cuts on your collar bones- nipping at the skin painfully. Astarion is going to rip the bastard apart, limb by limb.

“My favorite though,” Cazador maliciously states, “is when she told me how you left her and that you wouldn’t come for her. I’ve never been so thrilled to see someone so heartbroken over the life and love of a pathetic creature such as yourself. I’m not worried though,” Cazador places kisses along your neck and Astarion watches as another wave of sobs racks your body, “I’ll pleasure myself with her body until she starts screaming my name instead of yours.”

Astarion is seething as another pained scream leaves your mouth as Cazador gives you one last deep cut on your right side- dropping your weak, shaking body to the ground. The smell of your blood and fear is overwhelming.

Astarion barely remembers the battle- he remembers Wyll pulling him out of the ritual and then killing every creature that dared try to keep him from you.

Cazador is still looming over you- occasionally digging his staff into your side and Astarion gets angrier with every wheezing cry he hears. You are trying so hard to fight back- clawing, kicking, and punching. You are throwing cantrips as Cazador continues to throw you around.

Cazador goes to hit you again, but his swing is interrupted by Astarion stabbing his dagger straight through the Vampire Lord’s wrist- the staff landing with a clatter.

Astarion is all daggers and nails- his rage towards Cazador coming out in a frightening display of bloodlust. Cazador is barely visible under all the blood Astarion as drawn, but the man still teleports to his coffin.

Astarion charges towards the coffin- he’s not done yet. Astarion wants the man to suffer for everything he’s done to him, to the countless lives he forced Astarion to ruin, and you- your freedom and guaranteed safety. He’ll be killing Bridril Von next.

Astarion pushes the lid off of Cazador’s coffin.

“No, no. No healing sleep for you,” he pulls the Vampire Lord out of his coffin, “Wake up!”

Astarion flings the man with so much force he slides across the floor. Cazador gets onto his knees and looks at Astarion with pure loathing and disgust.

“Get your hands off me, worm.”

“Ha! I’m not the one in the dirt,” Astarion says with a sneer.

Astarion picks up the knife nearby and looks at Cazador, “one last thrust and I’ll be free of you. I’ll never have to fear you again.”

Astarion cocks his head to the side, “but, if I finish the ritual you started, I’ll never have to fear anyone, ever.”

“You think me a fool? That I would allow anyone to usurp me, speak the words and ascend in my place?”

Cazador cackles before continuing, “The runes I carved into your flesh bind you and all seven thousand souls to the ritual. Complete it, and all those bearing the scares will be sacrificed- you included.”

Astarion’s face contorts as Cazador smiles, “ you are simply a means to an end. I made you to be consumed.”

“I am so much more than what you made me,” Astarion retorts.

His whole body is shaking with anticipation- Astarion will finally end this man’s life. Astarion will have pow-

The pull of the Ascension is disrupted by Shadowheart screaming for Halsin to come and help- you’ve lost a lot of blood and she thinks you may be poisoned to some extent as well. You aren’t talking and you are motionless on the ground. You are looking at him though, tears rolling down your face.

Your affection for him warms his body as he enters your mind through the tadpole. You are barley conscious enough to notice the invasion of privacy.

Without the pull of the ascension, Astarion is unsure of his next move. He needs to know what to do, he doesn’t know and he needs your help.

Astarion’s body is then filled quickly with an intense suffocating grief. He is watching memories of the two of you together run through your mind as if you are having your own silent funeral for him. Astarion hasn’t seen himself in 200 years, but seeing him from your point of view- a loving, grieving point of view- takes all the wind out of his sails. Astarion is beautiful, but your affections towards him make him even more so. Together reading books, making love, joking, playing games- it’s all there in a nice warm little box that is slowly turning blue.

There is a finality in your head that eats him alive. There is acceptance and happiness for him- Gods all you have ever wanted was for him to be happy- but you are screaming and crying on the inside for your lost love. Aching and all alone- wishing Cazador would have just killed you and hoping there is a possibility they won’t be able to save you in time so you don’t have to watch him become Mephistopheles’ puppet- now or in the future.

Astarion feels tears stream down his face as your eyes begin to close. Your breathes are getting more shallow and he feels you give up- unable to continue with this life all alone. You’ve lost everyone now.

Goodbye, my Star. I should have told you I love you.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #bg3 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion x tav #karlach #bg3 #astarion acunin #astarion x female reader #astarion x f! reader

231 notes · View notes

strongheartneteyam · 1 year

Text

I wet you like water but she stained you like blood.

Chapter 3

Pairing: widowed!dilf!Jake Sully x younger!female!human reader

CW: unprotected sex, power imbalance, creampie, Dom/sub dynamic, age gap relationship, rough sex, slight masochism, female orgasm (creaming), degradation kink, mentions of somnophilia, choking, slight praising kink, use of pet names such as "babygirl"

Reader refers to Jake as "Jakey" sometimes. It's a nickname she gave him.

Not proofread, unfortunately lol sorry for any weird mistakes

Chapter 2 𓆩♡𓆪

And you wanna scream

"Don't call me "kid", don't call me "baby"!"

(...)

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself a million little times

illicit affairs (Taylor Swift)

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hmmm, babyyy..." Jake cooed for you "you make me feel so good. Such a warm, tight little pussy. All coated with your juices, all for me." he was thrusting into you, painfully slow but deep.

"Jakey, tell me I'm your slut, please." You moaned, looking at Jake's face that was contorted with the raw pleasure he felt anytime he fucked you.

He smirked sensually

"You're my sweet little slut." He was wrapping one of his big blue hands around your neck, applying a little pressure, enough to make it harder for you to breathe but not enough to make it impossible. You loved feeling him choking you like that. Jake loved looking at your young, doll like face and seeing that he made you feel as good as you made him feel.

The older Omatikaya man kept fucking you vigorously, he used your pussy as he pleased, whenever he pleased (the only time you said "no" was when you were feeling too sick or was busy with your job as a xenobotanist). You even let Jake fuck you while you were sleeping. You two had talked about it beforehand and made a deal. He could wake you up by touching, eating or fucking your pussy anytime he wanted to, as long as he was gentle in the beginning until you were actually up. After you were awake, he had a free pass to violate you as hard as his urges told him to. You two were a great match as the both of you liked it rough.

"I don't understand how you do this to me but you make me wild, babygirl. You're so fucking amazing. Best pussy I've ever had."

"Yeah?" You asked, smiling, out of breath. Jake spoke a low "mmhmm" and kept pushing his cock in and then putting it out of your cunt, over and over. A white creamy substance created a ring around the lowest part of the shaft of his member.

"Damn, you're creaming my cock, babygirl. You're so perfect. Fuuuuck..." He slammed his hips against you mercilessly, making loud noises echo around your small room, located in the science lab.

Jake started to kiss your lips while he gave you his last thrusts, his upcoming orgasm getting closer as the seconds passed. You felt a really warm thick liquid being released in the inner part of your pussy. Jake was coming undone inside you, moaning loud and in a low tone of voice, riding out his orgasm on you.

He breathed heavy, getting his composure back. After that, he kissed your forehead and pulled you into his big arms, even bigger compared to you as you were a human girl and even though he was once human too, now he lived in a na'vi body forever.

"Wanna stay like this for a while? My arms wrapped around your body, my cum dripping down your beautiful thighs?" Jake whispered looking at you with big amber eyes

"Always." You said and positioned your head in the middle of his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat.

After a minute or so, you finally spoke: "Jakey..."

The na'vi looked at you, listening attentively.

You chuckled a bit, your cheeks getting red "Am I really the best you've ever had?"

Jake smiled wide, a dirty look in his face

"Yes. Your body makes me feel stuff I've never felt before. You have such a great, juicy little pussy. Always so wet for me, always clenching around my cock." He gently touched your face, looking down at your mouth "Nobody compares to you."

"Nobody?" You asked, your heart almost stopping for a while, afraid of an honest answer. You knew Jake was really honest and even blunt, sometimes.

"Nobody. I promise you, my babygirl." His thumb traveled through your upper lip until it got to your lower lip. He used his finger to slightly open your mouth, pushing your lower lip down carefully. You kissed his thumb, huge compared to your human mouth.

Nobody compares to you. Not even Neytiri, you thought.

You knew you were starting to sound obsessed and sick. But you loved Jake so much it hurt. He made you feel protected, safe, happy and complete. He was yours. He had to be... you just hoped he was actually telling you the truth.

Jake kissed you hungrily. His lips were rough against yours but after some time kissing you, he slowed the pace and started to kiss you gently but with so much passion, his tongue massaging yours and tasting your mouth, a fire burning deep inside of him. The way you tasted left him intoxicated. He had never had a woman do that to him. It was such a fervent feeling that ran through his veins anytime he touched you, kissed you, smelled you. He got feral anytime he could smell your cunt was wet for him, his na'vi senses helping him with that.

But it wasn't only lust. Jake knew he had strong feelings for you. Romantic feelings. But he still loved Neytiri, even after her passing. She had been his mate, the one who taught him the na'vi ways. She gave birth to his two sons, Neteyam and Lo'ak, and to his little daughter, Tuk, and she helped him raise Kiri, their adoptive daughter.

In his mind, a man could not love two women at the same time. It was just unfair in his opinion. To everyone involved in the situation.

"I adore you. So much, kid. Please, don't ever push me away or decide you don't wanna deal with my bullshit anymore. I know it must be annoying to deal with an old man ranting about his teenage sons causing trouble when you just wanna talk about something fun and relax." Jake felt insecure "I need you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'll never leave you. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I need you too, Jakey. You're everything to me." You said, chest filled with a violent and beautiful feeling. Love.

Jake smiled so wide and kissed you again, using both his hands to hold your face.

He would say such beautiful words to you... And you knew he was being true. Jake was not the kind of guy to lie to others, to play with people's feelings for his own gain. He was not selfish. But he never said the word "love". He never said "I love you". "I need you"? Yes, you had that. "I love you"? No... you weren't special enough. You weren't Neytiri, right?

You felt rage being born from the depths of you, a bitter feeling, filled with a strong bad energy. You knew that was not fair to Neytiri. You didn't hate her. She had been a brave, wise, good and beautiful na'vi woman. What you felt was jealousy. You were incredibly jealous of Neytiri. Of the power she still had over Jake, of the hold she still had on him, even after many months after her death.

Considering all that, you quickly fought against that terrible ugly feeling of rage and was able to wash it all away soon enough. You had to enjoy the last moments you had left with Jake. He would soon go to his house to sleep. He never stayed over. He never held you while you slept and you never woke up in his arms in the morning. He was a family man and you were just a nerdy girl he was involved with. You couldn't even call yourself his girlfriend. Let alone his wife, or better, his mate, as he's a na'vi.

Jake always said you were special to him. But how special were you? Like truly? If he never called you his girlfriend, maybe you just did not mean that much to him after all. Maybe he just felt lonely and heartbroken after becoming a widow and his wound was still open and aching, so, he took you as a bandaid, to help him heal, to make him forget the pain. Nothing more.

𓆩♡𓆪

Taglist:

@anoungsoneandonly

@blueberryera (idk if u wanted to be tagged honey bunny but you seemed to love the fic so... hehe)

@miri-belle (I'm tagging you bc you gave me such a great feedback and motivation. please, tell me in the comments if u wanna be tagged or not haha)

If anyone wanna be added to the taglist, just say so in the comments. Thank u for reading 🤓💕

606 notes · View notes