#can y’all tell I feel strongly about this?

[bbyboytommy]

In this essay brought to you by @mysticalteddybear ‘s encouragement, I will state my views on Tommy that I have gathered from watching and rewatching 9-1-1 (Chim Begins will not be mentioned since I haven’t watched it in a while, but I don’t remember Tommy being any kind of hateful there either)

In Hen Begins, Tommy is never hostile towards her. He doesn’t defend her from the captain, but he’s also a young gay man who is probably terrified of that same hate being turned to him. When Hen is doing her speech on the fire truck most of the crew has tightened jaws and seems mad, but Tommy seems relaxed and thoughtful. And at the end of the episode he tells Hen: “We would’ve done a sweep of the area eventually, but eventually would’ve been too late. Good job.” with a smile and then proceeds to shake her hand and pat her on the shoulder. It is also heavily implied that he was one of the people who left a complaint about the captain and his treatment. Everything about this episode screams a man who was keeping his head low and trying to slip under the radar, not a man trying to be hateful.

In Bobby Begins Again, they throw him a nice going away party. I don’t know about you, but I don’t tend to buy assholes who are rude to me a cake.

Then later Chimney is able to call him up and ask a favor that Tommy does without complaint, which makes it seem like they’re on good terms.

And in the most recent episodes, he steals a helicopter and lies to higher-ups, something that could easily get him fired and cause him to lose everything. Once again, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t risk my job and my life (they were on a dangerous mission after all) for people I’m not good friends with.

Lastly, Chimney, and especially Hen, are not ones to hang around and keep in contact with someone who is being hateful. Also, Buck does not strike me as the type to date someone who doesn’t like his friends, his family.

If there is anything you’d like to add in comments or tags, feel free, but just remember:

This is a Tommy lover blog, and if you don’t like that there’s a nice block button for a reason

[thespookiestparker]

The Price Of Freedom

A/N: hello everyone!! it feels very weird to be coming back to this blog with a new fic but I’ve been trying to put this together for months, I’ve finally torn myself away from the game for long enough to write about it lol enjoy!

p.s. I also made this playlist after I romanced him for the very first time and it was what I was listening to if you want some ✨mood music✨

Summary: Astarion struggles with his newfound livelihood now that he isn’t bound to Cazador

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x GN!Tav

CW: Angst (That gets resolved), blood mention/description (kind of inevitable with a vampire but 🤷🏻‍♂️)

Over your time traveling with your newfound friends, you and Astarion had grown to be what you considered close. When everyone else had bedded down for the night, the two of you would more often than not find each other.

It had taken time, and you honestly weren’t sure it would happen. For a while, you were left to wonder if Astarion even liked anyone at camp, let alone you. Sometimes, he’d let things slip, though.

Like when you threw a pile of shit at that goblin’s face, he’d let out a soft chuckle. Short and sweet, something you’re sure he didn’t mean to set free, but he did nonetheless before the fighting had broken out. Or, a week later, when you’d started to catch him sneaking glances at you over the campfire as you spoke to Gale or Wyll. You could’ve sworn that a flash of jealousy flashed in his eyes from time to time, but you’d never tell him that you noticed. You didn’t want to embarrass him, even if he would never admit to feeling that kind of emotion.

It all came to a head at the party that was held at your camp with the tieflings from the emerald grove, when he’d asked to sneak away with you for the night for some ‘fun’. Something about him had seemed…off that night when you looked back on it. Astarion had seemed too composed for someone who’d been drinking. The vampire hadn’t said much about his past by then, other than that he’d had a master in Baldur’s Gate who had treated him like he was less than nothing. You could tell that pity wasn’t the answer here, that he would only take offense to something like that, so instead you showed him respect. He was a formidable ally, after all, you couldn’t afford to lose him, even if you hadn’t developed feelings for him.

Now, you were almost inseparable. Every time you fell in battle, he was the first to rush to help you up, and at first you weren’t sure if it was because he’d smelled your blood or if he was genuinely trying to help. That was, until you saw his eyes widen in a way you’d never seen before and only a few times since, vulnerable concern etched into his pale face. It made a pang of guilt explode in your chest that you’d ever thought any less of him.

Every day seemed to allow you to peel away at his prickly, impatient, and overall grumpy layers to get to the man beneath. The softer, more broken elf that had been hiding behind all these nearly impenetrable walls that he only seemed to let down around you, though it had been only partial to start. Even if someone else in the party was able to take a glimpse, you were slowly piecing together the whole picture.

Or at least, you thought you were.

It was the night before you were to reach Baldur’s Gate when the next one of those walls came crashing down around him, startling both of you.

You sought him out in the night, as you usually did, but when you peered into his tent, it was empty. Before you had time to process that, you heard his voice in the form of a deep growl behind you,

“What are you doing?”

Your body whipped around to face him, immediately noticing how he was towering over you. The blood on his chin glistened in the faint light of the moon, catching your gaze before his eyes of the same piercing red did.

You must’ve had a fearful look on your face because he seemed to snap back into his own mind, his expression going from a feral sort of anger to something akin to the familiar loving and vulnerable look you’d come to adore. But this was different. There was a deep sort of pain in his eyes, it made you instinctively extend your hand to him before he tore himself away.

“Don’t touch me.” he spat, his voice guarded and icy. He nearly pushed past you to get to his tent, to shroud himself in the familiarity of complete darkness and isolation.

“Astarion, wait—“ you tried, your hand hesitantly floating between the two of you as he angrily gripped the flap of his tent.

“Just. Leave me be. For tonight.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper just before he disappeared behind the red burlap of his tent.

The heaviness in your heart was devastating and cold, but you left him alone for now and decided to sit by the fire instead. Keeping watch over your sleeping friends as tears spilled silently over your cheeks.

All you could think about was comforting him, holding him in your arms until the pain seeped out of him in waves. But you weren’t about to go against his wishes, so instead you let your emotions run free until you fell asleep. You didn’t mention anything to the others in the morning, and you didn’t want them to notice. Astarion’s business was his own to share, not yours, so you weren’t going to let your emotions get in the way of that. He deserved privacy after all this time, you weren’t about to get in the way of that.

The next days distanced the two of you as your group explored the city. He seemed just as closed off as when you’d started your adventure, if not more, and you were afraid that nothing could get him to open up to you again. It seemed like the others may have noticed as well, though it wasn’t exactly a secret. The silence between the two of you was loud enough to be heard miles away.

“OOO! A circus! Can we go?!” Karlach squealed, gesturing to a sign that displayed a brightly colored poster for something called ‘The Circus of The Last Days’.

Maybe not everyone had noticed. No one else had said anything to contradict you, so you didn’t touch upon it.

“Sure, we can go.” You chuckle, trying your hardest to seem normal right now, for Astarion’s sake if not yours. You lead everyone into the circus, past the elf and the ghoul at the gate, and you all end up splitting off until it was just you and Astarion. You half expected him to distance himself from you again, since he’d seemed to need to be alone, but then his words from last night echoed in your mind.

“Just for tonight”

You weren’t sure why he’d suddenly wanted the distance, but you didn’t want to question it. He was well within his rights, but you couldn’t help the worry gnawing in your stomach that you were constantly pushing down.

All of it was interrupted when he slipped his hand in yours, a discreet maneuver that would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone looking at the two of you, before you felt him squeeze it. A wordless apology, which you happily accepted for now. You could talk later, for now, it felt safe to be enjoying the circus amidst the chaos that was your lives.

“Darling, do you think a statue of me would be too much for our little camp?” He asked, his normal smug confidence radiating from him as he posed next to a nearby tent. It was owned by a mud mephit and his wife, who were conveniently named Boney and Stoney, and advertised statues made of the likeness of any passersby willing to pay their price.

“It costs 5,000 gold!” You laughed, shaking your head at him as you tugged on his arm in a vain attempt to pull him away from said tent.

“So? Don’t you want something to immortalize my beauty for all of eternity?”

“I don’t need it, I already have you.”

The love and care you shower him with never ceased to take him off his guard, but he smiled regardless and continued on with you through the circus, enjoying the frivolous nature of the it all.

Days of traveling later, once your party had not only found Cazador, but made sure he was good and dead, you decided to at least attempt to breach the subject when he seemed to be more stable. Your relationship was so fragile that something this deep and painful could shatter it, which was exactly what you didn’t want.

That night, you found him just as you always did on nights like these, sitting by the dying fire as the rest of your friends headed to their separate corners of your dwelling for the night.

“May I join you?” You ask softly, gently touching his shoulder now that he’d been the first one to make physical contact earlier that day. You always let him take the lead on things like that because you wanted to let him be the one to make the choice of whether or not he wanted that kind of affection, knowing he had so little of his own autonomy for so many years. Even if he had expressed to you that it was becoming easier to differentiate you from those sorts of feelings.

“Of course, darling, always.” He responds in a similar tone, turning his head to look at you as you sat yourself beside him which made some of his stark white curls fall into his eyes.

“There have been times when you seemed to…” You pause, considering your wording for a moment, “...disagree with that statement.”

“That was different, I was…not myself.” He seemed almost disgusted by something, presumably something about himself or the way he acted last night.

“I’ve never seen you that way, it was almost like you were—”

“A vampire?” he interrupted, and you rest your hand over his where it lay on his knee,

“Someone else…You know that I see you for more than what you are. That I always have.”

“Regardless, I am lucky that you saw me in that state and not anyone else. I haven’t been that disheveled since I was first turned, and anyone else would only see a monster, which frustrates me all the more,” without letting you speak, he continued. Seeming to be fueled by the traumatizing anguish that lies within him, or at least some of it, “because it isn’t fair! I didn’t ask to be a monster! No one told me that I’d be cursed this way, and I regret not dying that night on the street—“ he exploded into a rage, though it was like the one you had seen the night he came back to camp. The same deeply seeded pain behind his eyes was ever present as he roared such hurtful words. He stood quickly, turning away from you as shame diffused from his being.

“Astarion…” You cried, holding out your hand for him only to see him flinch away. As if he was afraid you would hurt him, which made a burning pain spread through you emanating from your heart. It felt wrong, like you’d only made things worse without intending to. The tears that welled in your eyes came without your permission but you were helpless to do anything but keep them from falling.

“What?!” He whirled around to face you, his face spattered with tears. A level of distress and anger you hadn’t seen from him since Cazador’s passing. You’re suddenly reminded of the image that was him, kneeling over his former master’s lifeless body as he sobbed. Shirtless and covered in blood.

It had broken your heart to see him that way, but he’d needed that moment to let what had just happened wash over him. To finally be free.

You snapped back to reality when Astarion seemed to realize what he’d said, and how it had affected you as he roughly rubbed at his tear-stained cheeks.

“I…I don’t really think that way. This…all of this…has been… a bit much for me. Knowing that he forever changed me. That I’ll never truly have a chance to be something other than a monster in the eyes of most–”

You step forward, once again extending your hands but stopping just before you make contact with his skin to ask silent permission from him. He nodded with little to no hesitation, urging you on before you gently cupped his cheeks and continued to speak, “I don’t think that you’re a monster…You’ve said it yourself, you are so much more than he made you. I, for one, fully believe that. If you don’t believe it yourself right away, that’s more than alright, because I’ll be here to remind you. Every step of the way.”

He almost can’t look at you, more salty tears threatening to spill from his red and puffy eyes.

“I…don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to right now. All that you need to do right now is to rest. We both should.” You answer gently yet firmly, starting to pull your hands from his face before he grabbed one of your wrists.

“Don’t,” he started, an air of desperation in his words, “I…I haven’t been the kindest to you, and I apologize for that, but I don’t want to be alone. Please.” You hadn’t planned on leaving him, but usually touch was something that had made him uncomfortable so you were simply ending the contact even though he seemed to take it a different way.

“You won’t be alone…I’m here.” You reassure, moving your hand to his shoulder instead while letting him hold your wrist. “But I stand by my statement. Come on,” You lead him inside his own tent, bedding down with him for the first time since the night he’d come back to camp covered in something else’s blood, though it would be far from the last.

[astr0logywh0r3]

astro observations pt. 2

1.) venus square mars ppl have trouble with balancing their masculine and feminine energies. they can feel this internally and it can make them feel insecure. one second they feel hyper feminine and the next they feel more masculine. they wish they could find a way to balance both sides of them but it’s a struggle. they could come off too strong from time to time as a result of their inner conflict (might come off too strongly feminine or masc in the moment) and then they’d feel bad ab it later

2.) i think neptune in the 1st/conjunct the asc might be good at making other people feel special 🤨

3.) mars-pluto ppl have that confident inner power within themselves

4.) cancer risings remind me of fluttershy from mlp 💀

5.) saturn conjunct asc/in 1st house might have been extremely shy kids. they have a lot of determination within themselves though. makes a very strong-willed person. go after what they want with resilience and understand the importance of taking calculated steps to achieve their desires. definitely the no-bullshit type

6.) pluto on the ascendant always reminds me of tony montana from scarface for some reason 😭. i guess it makes sense since al pacino has pluto conjunct his asc so idk. it’s just that archetype. tony wasn’t afraid and didn’t stop at anything to reach where he got. a phoenix risen from the ashes. stubborn. that “don’t tell me what tf to do” type energy. intense, babe. their eyes are crazy too (it’s like they store all their inner intensity and deep emotions in their eyes ..lotta depth). also the no-bullshit type. if they’re mad at you ……be afraid 💀 they will plot revenge and start conspiring some shit

7.) taurus risings are pretty in a “oh, they’re cute” way. they have short little noses and pretty eyes

8.) pisces risings… are y’all good at telling stories? 😭 i think you guys get a little sidetracked

9.) chart ruler in the 9th makes someone adventurous… they just wanna explore and do everything. try everything there is at least once. could have a great sense of humor too

10.) scorpio moons are really protective of their family. they guard their families just like they guard their emotions

11.) unpopular opinion but scorpios aren’t mysterious to me 😐 i’m not sure id call any zodiac sign mysterious tbh it really depends on the whole chart. scorpios to me are just super honest people who have pragmatic opinions that they aren’t afraid to state out loud. if a scorpio has an opinion they feel strongly about they won’t be afraid to let others know how they feel, which i admire about them to an extent. they like getting to the nitty gritty of situations. some of them can actually be very kind people. funny as well due to their honesty and boldness. oh, and they just love dark reds. search up “maroon” and that is literally their staple color you cannot tell me otherwise

12.) i’ve met leos who i’ve found boring before which goes against their stereotype 💀 sometimes their personalities are just the bare minimum honestly unless the rest of the chart says otherwise

13.) mars in the 11th have big dreams for themselves. they wanna make a difference.

14.) 8th house sun makes someone intriguing and mysterious. it can also be a placement that grants beauty.

15.) moon in the 4th just wanna belong.

[justaaveragereader]

Pink Flags✨

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Smut, Toxic Relationship, Dom!Hwa, Sub Reader

Warning: ⛔️Possible Triggering Content⛔️, DomHwa!, sub reader, praise, spit kink, oral (giving), unprotected sex (wrap it before y’all tap it), cream pie, choking, manhandling, love sick obsessed Hwa, possessive Hwa, mentions of hurting a member, degradation, small dumbification. If I missed anything else let me know 👀👀.

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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He gripped your jaw lightly, the soft florescent lights in the bathroom shined off of his bottom mouthpiece, the silver almost blinding. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, the way his finger danced over your bottom lip sent goosebumps down your spine. How could someone look like an angel but have the actions of the devil?

“Open your mouth.”

You slowly open your mouth, tongue coming into his sight, making him smile. You were so obedient, you truly were a dream come true. He gripped your cheeks in a firm grasp. Moving your face side to side to show you while he wasn’t gripping you strongly he still had control over your movements. He lowered his face to the side of your neck, nose brushing against your pulse. He took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent. You slowly start to close your mouth, getting lost in the feeling of him being so close to you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah…didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth open?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, lips making your earlobe moist with how close he was.

You let out a small whine, opening your mouth again, letting your tongue hang out. He brings one of his gloved hands to your mouth. Putting two of his fingers into your mouth, you almost gagged at the leather taste but choked it down. Tears pool in the outer corner of your eyes. His lips brush over your ear again, lightly placing kisses all over it before nibbling on your lobe. You let out a loud exhale, it’s like Seonghwa had magic, you were clearly under a spell anytime he was near. Keeping his fingers still in your mouth, letting the spit pool at the corners of your mouth, just right when the drool is about to escape he brings his mouth to the corner of your lips, running his tongue along side.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, bringing his gloved hand up to his wet lips, he bites the tip of his glove pulling his hand out of it. You are in a trance, he’s watching you like you are his prey and he’s ready for any type of movement you make. Being in this small bathroom with him is intoxicating. You know he’s no good for you, yet you can’t leave him alone, he can’t leave you alone. He flashes that signature smirk across his face, the silver mouthpiece showing again. You tighten your legs together, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the wall. You shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be here. Yet you are, breathing like two feral animals. He moves in closer to your body, his hips knocking into your lower stomach. You can easily feel his hard on through his leather pants. Biting your lip you crack your eyes open to get a peak at him. There he is smiling at you like he’s the devil, like he owns you, because he does. No matter how far you run, no matter how much you run. You can’t escape this man. He’s just as addicted to you, as you are to him. He runs his hands over the side of your face, if lust wouldn’t have filled the room you would’ve thought it was a romantic gesture. He brings his hands up to your face, holding both sides.

“Everywhere you go, I will find you my love. Do you know how much I love you?” He whispers out in his deep voice.

Closing your eyes you try to lean your head back against the wall, trying to block out his words. He grips your face a little tighter, not too much to where it’ll hurt you but just enough you get reminded as to who is in charge, and it’s definitely not you. He pushes his hard on into you even more, the stimulation he gets from the gesture makes him let out a small groan. Rolling his head back, smirking, while letting the mouthpiece be on display. The light catches him once again, making him look godly in the light, even in this dingy scenery he still looks like someone you should worship. He rolls his head back forward slowly, you watch as the light travels up his face.

His hands come down to your waist, one hand crawling up under your shirt rubbing your hip. The other is starting to unbutton your pants. You let out a small whimper, it feels like your skin is being stung by a billion bees, everything around you is buzzing. It’s like you are close to reaching your peak of highness, right before you elope into the feeling.

“Seonghwa please…” you whisper out, your voice is so low if he wasn’t so close he would’ve missed your words.

“Please what..? What is it that you want?”

He moves his hand from your hip to wiggle your pants down your legs. Just as your pants drop to your ankles, he extends his hand out to help you step out of them. You let out a small whine, getting fed up with his games. He was moving too slow, you wanted him here, and you wanted him now. All your morals and beliefs have been abandoned right as your pants smacked the floor.

“I always do love when you whine, you make the prettiest sounds for me, you know that?” He whispered into your ear, fingers dancing over your clothed core. He was sick, he was sadistic, he was yours.

“Can you please just do something?”

Just as he was beginning to push on your clit from the outside of your panties you had to speak up, wanting to make him move faster.

“Do something or I will get Yunho to do it, I’ve been seeing the way he eyes me. I know he wan-.”

He roughly shoved his fingers against your clothed clit earning a loud moan from you. Your hands come up to clutch his leather jacket, trying to find some stability from the sudden shock wave of pleasure. Oh were you in for it now.

His other hand comes to clutch your throat, gripping it tightly at the sides stopping any leaving moans from your throat. He lets his signature smile grace his face again, that damn mouth piece making your heart swoon. He lowers his face to yours, just brushing his nose against yours.

“Don’t you ever bring up his name while I’m getting ready to fuck you again. Do you think he would want to handle your bratty ass mouth?”

He spits through gritted teeth, you clearly have pissed him off now.

“N-no..” you try your best to choke out with his grip on your throat. You bring your hands up to the collar of his leather coat clutching it tightly, your vision is starting to get black spots. Your pussy clenches at the power he has over you, enjoying the game of cat and mouse just as much as he does. You were just as, if not more fucked up then he was.

“I’m sorry Seonghwa, I’m sorry.” You manage to choke out while you continue to hold his jacket tightly. He loosens his grip slightly, you take in a deep breath of air. You can feel the blood rushing back, making your mouth water. You loved when Seonghwa would break you, it was a constant thrill.

Kicking your legs open slightly, the cool air smacks your inner thighs making you let out a small whimper. Grabbing the band of your panties he shoves them down, noticing the clear string of arousal that drags down your leg as he shuffles the panties down to your ankles. Letting out a small chuckle as he holds your hand to help you step out of them, grabbing the panties, scrunching the material in a ball he brings it to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply. Making his eyes roll back, the groan he lets out is so deep you swore you saw his chest slightly vibrate. He brings his tongue out, lapping at your leftover arousal on it. Everything about you was addicting to him.

“These are mine now, okay?” He groans out, running his hand over his bulge, cupping it firmly to relieve some pressure. You nod your head to awestruck to say anything to him. Stuffing the spit filled panties into the pocket of his leather jacket he looks at you like he’s going to swallow you whole, like he’s a predator the primal glint in his eyes makes your spine tingle. Shimming off his leather jacket he’s left standing in front of you with his leather pants, his black tank top and his biker boots. He looked like a cold glass of water on a hot, sweaty night. You wanted to drink him down.

He unbuttons his leather pants, you can clearly see his cock twitching in anticipation of it being free. Your eyes are glued to his crotch, waiting for his cock to be sprung out at any moment. Too enticed with the way he’s grabbing himself you miss the cocky grin that is plastered on his face. He walks closer to you, his leather pants now pressed against your skin.

“Get on your knees like the good girl I know you are and if you make me ask you twice I swear you won’t cum at all tonight.”

You quickly shimmy down to your knees, the tile is cold and uncomfortable but the way your pussy is throbbing between your legs, the way your mouth is watering you could care less. You look up at Seonghwa, ready to take whatever he gives you because that’s the type of person he is. You look up at him like you are kneeling before a God, the God, the God you want to worship everyday and every night. You open your mouth letting your tongue hang out, he groans at the sight of you. Wet lips, tongue out, so submissive, yet such a pain in the ass. He could never get tired of you. He shoves down his pants to his knees, letting his cock spring free, lightly smacking you in the face, the weight of his cock has your eyes twinkling with anticipation. He palms the top of your head making you look slightly up.

“I’m going to fuck your throat and then we will see if I’m going to fuck your wet cunt, yea?”

He says with a smirk, one hand gripping his cock, guiding it to your wet lips. He smears his pre cum all over your lips, hooking two of his fingers into your mouth to open you up further. Sliding his warm cock between your wet lips he lets out a hissing noise. He slides slowly to the back of your throat letting himself rest there while you let out a small choking noise.

“Breathe through your nose baby, breathe through your nose…fuck. Breath through it.”

He whispers out; head cocked back, eyes shut tightly. He felt like he was going to blow his load any minute, when it came to you and your warm ass mouth he was a minuteman. You ball your hands into fist, trying to control your breathing the best you could. Letting your tongue run all over the underside of his cock the best you could with a full mouth. He slowly slid his hips back causing you to let out a small choking gasp, intaking in as much air as you could before he stuffed it back down your throat in slow movements. He really was torturing you.

With his head still cocked to the ceiling, he starts to pick up his pace, every time his cock slides in the back of your throat you gag slightly but not as bad as when you started, starting to gain more confidence you try your best to hollow your cheeks so he feels the sides of you mouth. This sudden action causes his body to hunch over yours, the back of your head bumping the wall slightly, his hands are on the wall trying his best to hold himself up. Your gurgling sounds are making his toes clench in his leather boots. He’s taking deep breaths, slowly pulling his cock out past your lips, as the cool air hits his cock he smirks at you.

“Take in as much air as you can now because I’m not about to lighten up.”

You take in as much air as your lungs can hold, he pets the crown of your head lightly before lining himself back up with your mouth.

“You know what to do if you want me to stop.”

You nod your head and smile at him with your spit and pre cum covered lips. You tap his leg four times to show him you remember, he smiles down at you, your tongue sticks out, opening your mouth wide so you can take him in your mouth again. His eyes are locked onto yours. You look so breedable, so submissive under him, it’s driving him insane. He slowly enters your mouth again, as hit cock his the back of your throat, he gathers a wad of spit in his mouth, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips part more, he spits on top of his cock, watching it drip down all the way until it lands on your top lip, your eyes roll into the back of your head at his actions. Everything he did was so sinfully addicting, you couldn’t get enough. Pulling his hips back he starts to fuck your throat at a feverish pace, it’s clear he was chasing his own high, using your throat as if it was a disposable toy. Tossing his head back he grits his teeth, your hands fly up to his thighs trying your best to stabilize yourself. Your head slightly bumps into the wall which each thrust he takes. To cock drunk, mixed with the lack of air and the thumping on the back of your head, it felt like you were floating on cloud nine. One of his hands lowers to grip your scalp. He’s letting out a deep groan letting you know he’s close, he throws his body forward, his left arm laying against the wall to hold himself up. Warm spit is dripping down onto your thighs, the feeling of your spit possibly being mixed with his own spit and precum has your pussy clenching, the taste of his cock alone has your eyes rolling.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Seonghwa starts to chant out in breathy tones.

His hips buck into your mouth, sending you a sign he was about to release. You hollow your cheeks again, letting your tongue find the vein under his cock, trying your best to roll over it with very little space, Seonghwa bucks his hips up once more causing your head to smack a little harder into the wall, letting out a deep throaty groan as he grips your head tightly to keep you in place, your scalp burns but with the way his cum is shooting down your throat and warming your belly you could care less about the sting.

“Swallow it. You better fucking swallow it.” He breathes out with his forehead against the cool wall, his hands slips from off your scalp, now cradling the side of your face. He slowly pulls his still rock hard cock out of your mouth, a line of spit mixed with his cum is connecting to your lips. Tapping under your chin to signal you to open your mouth to make sure you swallowed him all. Opening your mouth, tongue sticking out, you proudly show him how you swallowed him all, a grin is plastered on his face. He grips his cock, smacking your tongue with it. The glint in his eyes, made your heart skip a beat, he looked so proud, so happy, he looked like he was on top of the world.

Reaching his hand out to help you up, you slightly wince as kneeling on the tile floor was a pain in the ass. As you stand he flips you around, your body making an impact with the wall. He puts his face in the crook of your sweaty neck, breathing you in, drinking you in. His hands come down to your ass, gripping both cheeks and giving them a small shake. Giving your right ass cheek a hard smack, your body lurches forward. You let out a wince at the sting, but it was slowly taken over by him rubbing his hand over the red mark that you sure was forming. You felt his hard cock brush up between your ass cheeks. Still wet with your spit, the contrast of his cool wet cock mixed with your now hot ass was making you see stars. He started to place wet kisses along your neck, sucking small marks into the skin, marking you claw at the wall. He wanted to mark you, no, he needed to mark you. He needed every man you walked by to know that you were spoken for.

“Seonghwa please…”

A smirk made its way across his face, he loved when you begged for him.

“Shhh…shhh…don’t I always end up giving you what you want? Such a spoiled brat.”

His fingers run through your soaking folds, arousal dripping heavy from your cunt spreading between your thighs. His thumb finds your clit stroking it slowly. Causing your hips to buck back into him, his cock pressing harder between your ass cheeks. Small whines leave your throat. He was driving you insane, his slow movements were breaking you down, just like he wanted. His other hand makes its way to the front of your throat. Giving it a small squeeze, pulling his hand from your clit, he presses his pointer finger to his thumb and spreads them, watching the way your stickiness stretches on his fingers. You wiggle your hips, causing his cock to get further lodged between your ass cheeks. Groaning he slips his fingers into his mouth, tongue flicking back and forth trying to soak in your taste. Tears brim your eyes, you are so frustrated at his slow movements you feel like you are going to burst. Small whines leave your mouth.

Smacking your ass likely he starts rubbing his cock on your soaking cunt. Gliding between the lips, giving your clit a small nudge, sending electricity through you. You arch your back further trying to feel all of him.

He licks a stripe up the side of your throat, he eases his hips back looking down proudly at the wetness of his cock from your cunt. He eases himself into your fluttering hole, pausing every couple of seconds trying not to lose all control and slam into you. The sudden movement makes you toss your head back, feeling the fire in your loins start to burn hot.

“Seonghwa..” you whimper out, your cunt clenched around him. He lets out a hiss, gripping your hips grounding himself.

“If you keep clenching around me baby I’m going to cum, and that wouldn’t be fair to you would it.”

He whispers in your ear as he kisses your neck, one of his hands comes down to the front of you, applying pressure to your clit. Causing you to gasp, your body warms with a hot flash. He pulls out before slamming back into you, his hips seem like they have a mind of their own. Jolting forward your chest now crushing against the wall, you swear you are seeing heaven with the way he’s slamming into you. Your stifled moans become unhinged, your mouth hanging open while he slams his wet cock in and out of you. Eyes fluttering to the back of your head, his hot hand on your hip, while the other plays with your clit has you ascending into another realm. His hand comes off your hip and wraps around your throat, his body bucks up more, shoving you harder against the wall so all your weight is being placed on him and his fluid moving hips. The wall is what’s holding you up now, all it would take is for Seonghwa to step back and you’d fall on the ground, he’s got you caged into him, just like the prey you are.

His hand placed on the front of your throat, giving it a squeeze making you toss your head back against his shoulder. His hand around your throat, making you arch further into him, bringing you closer, a smile is painted on his face. Cock still slamming in and out of you, squelching noises are bouncing off the walls in the room, if anyone has passed by they would know for sure what you both were up to. His hand squeezes a bit tighter, your hands coming up to help stabilize yourself against the wall. Loud moans are ringing out of your mouth, you feel his thick cock pulse in your gummy walls, the thick vein that runs under his cock is throbbing bringing a different kind of heat to your body. Seonghwa was always so addicting, everything about him was enchanting. He was not only the apple tree in the garden, he was also the serpent waiting for you to sin, waiting for you to take that bite, which you foolishly did everytime.

“You still want Yunho to fuck this pussy of yours baby?” He grits out into your ear, his anger from earlier still fueling his motions. His grip on your throat loosens, he wants to hear that pretty voice of yours. To cock dumb you babble out a bunch of nonsense. Not satisfying him he draws his hips out now pounding into you harder, with a much slower pace. Causing your toes to curl.

“N-no. No Seonghwa, please.”

He smirks, a small chuckle coming from his lips.

“I thought you wanted Yunho? Isn’t that what you said? Yunho could come in here and fuck you? You think he’d want you after I’ve had you?”

He bites your earlobe, still going at a hard, slow pace. The sounds of his groin smacking into your ass were music on its own. The squelching noise from him driving his thick cock into your cunt was a symphony. You start to feel that small fire burn brighter in your body.

You choke on a sob, the pleasure in your body is building up, your legs start to tremble. His possessiveness over you always pushed you to the edge of heaven.

“Don’t you know how much I love you baby? I’d hurt Yunho if he looked at you. That’s what you want though? Isn’t it? You want me to hurt him in front of you so he gets it through his thick skull that you are spoken for.”

He makes you arch your back farther, so he can get a glimpse of your face. The new position makes him hit spots in your cunt that you never knew existed. You claw at the wall, trying to find some way of grounding yourself. His other hand snatches your arms off the wall pinning them to your body so you and the wall become one. His hips ground into you, making your body hike up the wall with each harsh thrust. His body contouring with yours. You felt every inch of him, every vein, every drip of sweat.

“You like to see me spiral out of control don’t you? You like to be the reason why I spiral out of control because you know I can’t live without you. I’d kill anyone for looking at you wrong. You like that though don’t you?”

Your pussy clenches at his words because it’s true, you love that he’s obsessed with you, you love that he would travel to the ends of the time if it meant you were on the other end of it, he worshiped the ground you walked on. While you were busy trying not to be tempted by him, he was too busy praising you like a goddess. You were just as sick in the mind as he was. Two toxic love smitten fools. Your eyes crack open so you can get a glance at him, a wicked grin plastered on his face, his silver grill twinkling in shitty bathroom light. His eyes were filled with burning embers, just waiting to be ignited. A smirk plastered your face. Bringing his lips down to yours he nips at your lower lip, causing you to let out a loud moan.

His cock still pistoning into you, your arousal now running down your inner thighs, your high quickly approaching as well as Seonghwas. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you dance your tongue across his silver grill, loving the way it looked on him, before clashing both of your tongues, it was always a battle of dominance anytime you both were kissing. His hand letting go of your arms, crushing you even further into the wall, he strums your clit with his hand like he’s playing the harp, like he’s trying to have your cunt play an even louder melody then the one that is playing every time he thrusts into you. Your legs start to shake, you bite his tongue, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make him let out a small moan. Moving his thumb from your clit he hikes up your right leg so he can pound into you even further, he was going to make sure you felt him in your stomach, he always wanted to ruin you so if anyone came after him your body would permanently only know him and him only.

With your leg hiked up, your pussy clenches, legs full on shaking, his mouth still on yours. Nothing but teeth and tongue into the kiss, you let out a small squeak before your back arches even harder against Seonghwa, your walls around him clenching hard he stopped his movements to bask in the feeling, he wanted, no, needed to feel you suck him dry, this causing him to reach his tipping point, his thighs clench as he shoots his warm sticky load deep into you, making sure his cum reached your womb. Loud breaths and hot air fill the small bathroom. He slowly puts your leg on the floor, your forehead is against the wall, he sticks his head in between your neck and shoulder, both struggling to catch your breath. He pressed a soft kiss against your hickey covered neck. His hands now rubbing your ass cheeks to rub out the constant friction that was from his groin smacking into you.

“I love you my star. I love you so much.” He whispers into your neck, placing small kisses on it.

You smile, pushing your body closer to his, a small breath leaves your mouth.

“I love you even more, my light.” You reply to him with a hoarse voice. Throat dry from all the moaning.

He pulls his softening cock out of your sore pussy. You let out a small whimper, grabbing your body so you don’t fall to the ground. He eases you off of the wall. Your legs instantly buckle. You let out a small laugh as you feel his cum start to ooze slowly out of your hole. He sits you up on the counter, grabbing some tissues to clean you up the best way he can before he takes you home with him.

“What’s so funny my love?” He says while concentrating on cleaning you up properly. Looking up at you from between your legs. You smile lovingly at him. Your hand coming up to brush back some of his black hair that had fallen limp due to his hair gel being sweated out.

“I just am reminiscing about the first time I saw you on your motorcycle, in the same leather coat. Perched up against your motorcycle is all.”

You slowly rub small circles on his chin, the lustful energy that was once present in the room now simmered out. A grin plastered his face, he carefully put your legs into your pants. Hiking them up to your thighs, making sure he handled you tenderly while placing your clothes back on. His big eyes look up at you, round, dark and full of secrets. Those eyes were dangerous, but when he looked at you like this…it always made your heart beat faster. Those same eyes that held so much emotion, so much passion, with a gaze that could kill a man are the same eyes that look at you so tenderly. He places a soft kiss on your thighs before helping you get down from the counter so he could pull your pants over your ass.

“I knew once I saw you walk into Yunho and Jonghos auto shop that you were the one for me.”

He buttons your pants, cleaning himself up quickly while you place your shoes back on. Tucking himself away into his leather pants, tossing on his leather coat. He notices you glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror. Turning around he places his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. You let out a small giggle. The world was turning to shit, you were in love with one of the most wanted men in the world, everything about this was toxic and a bad idea.

“Come on, let's go.” He places his gloves back on, grabbing your hand and leading you out the bathroom. You follow behind him obediently.

You pass through the dark hallway, hand still tight in his. As you both are exiting Jongho speaks out before you can close the shop door.

“Guys please stop hooking up in the bathroom.” He whines out. Stomping his foot a little bit.

Seonghwa chuckles and pushes you to move out the shop door first. Reaching in his pocket he tosses your panties at Jongho.

“Here’s a reward for having to clean up the mess, don’t go to crazy Jjong.”

With that Seonghwa shuts the shop door behind him. You are already leaning against the back of his bike. A smirk coming across his face, hours have past the moonlight is shining extra bright tonight. As he walks closer to you his smirk gets bigger, resulting in the moonlight shining on his silver mouthpiece once again. His hands settle on your hips before he softly kisses you once more. Throwing one of his long legs over the bike grounding himself. You climb on the back wrapping

your arms around his thin waist.

“Ready to go home?”

Was this a bad idea? Of course. Did you care? No. Because even though he was a red flag, all you saw was the color pink when it came to Park Seonghwa.

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Authors Note: Listen…idk about y’all but Hwa with that grill in makes me want to get on my knees and thank who ever styled him in such a way. But this is my very first smut fic EVER…What y’all think👀? My hands were SWEATINGGGG like crazy typing this out bc i was so nervous. I know I can’t be the only person going absolutely crazy over Outlaw biker Seonghwa. The man needs to come with a warning label, especially with his grill in, he’s got me ready to tackle him. Anyways I hope you all enjoy😚💕

DO NOT REPOST.

[twilghtkoo]

gimme gimme!

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. FLUFF! established relationship

warnings. implications to sex towards the end, haechan being so fucking >_< in this one (do y’all understand??)

note. again,, inspired by this tiktok SOMEONE HELP ME FROM MY IMAGINATION AND THOUGHTS BC THIS W HAECHAN ????

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haechan is home with you, but not really for a good reason. he’s exempt from his schedules due to health reasons so he’s instructed to stay home and get some well needed rest. but you’re glad that he’s with you and under your watch.

both of you are on your couch, your back against the arm rest and your legs thrown over haechan’s lap as he’s watching a youtube video on the tv. his arm is slung behind you resting on the couch as his other arm is resting on your thighs, occasionally giving your thigh a squeeze with his hand. you’re on your tablet reading a book you’ve been excited to read that a friend had recommended to you.

this is what your days have consisted of, just you two in your apartment. either glued on the couch snuggled together or talking about anything in your kitchen and laughing or in your bed getting lost in each others warmth. of course, you do leave the house in the morning for classes and come back before dinner, haechan awaiting upon your arrival at the entrance of your front door with open arms and his bright smile.

you tap your tablet’s screen to turn to the next page before looking up at your boyfriend who’s focused on the youtube video that’s playing on your tv. you poke his tummy which makes him twitch underneath you, he grabs your finger to stop you from poking him again.

“what?” he asks, staring down at you with curious eyes.

you pucker your lips expectantly, as your eyes stare at his lips and back to his gaze.

the side of his lips turn upwards slightly, releasing your finger to take a hold of your chin as he places his lips on yours. when he disconnects from your lips he makes a dramatic ‘mwah’ sound.

he smiles down at you, his hand that’s behind you holds the back of your head as he softly pushes it towards him to kiss your forehead. “cute,” he mumbles, before going back to watching the tv.

but you want more.

you poke his tummy again, with your lips puckered.

and he leans down pecking your lips twice, humming in content. he can never get enough of your lips.

instead of poking him again, you make a small pouty noise and poking with your lips.

“you’re being really fucking cute right now.” he tells you in a low voice. but he doesn’t dismiss you because he kisses you again except his lips linger on yours a bit longer. you drop your tablet onto your lap and both your hands grab the collar of his shirt as you pull closer to you. as if you both weren’t already glued together.

“i can’t help it that i love you so much.” you mumble against his lips, and you open your eyes slightly during the kiss and haechan’s eyes are closed and his long eyelashes are glazing his cheeks and his lips are longing for yours. his face drunk off of lust for you.

“say it again,” he smirks, yearning for your affectionate words that hold so much love in it his heart feels like it could explode.

you raise your eyebrows. “what, that i love you so much?”

his eyes are staring at your lips when you say the words, nodding his head.

“i love you so much, my love.” you tell him strongly, puckering your lips again.

and with a sly smile he wastes no time in closing the distance between you, once again, meeting your lips with his.

“this is usually the other way around.” he states, implying that it’s usually him being all lovey dovey with you and not the other way around. in no way is he complaining though. he’s enjoying every second of this.

you hum, “perhaps it’s the way you woke me up this morning with my favorite iced coffee from my favorite place.”

he fake pouts, “am i only an iced coffee supplier to you?” he’s wiping away fake tears with his finger. 

you shake your head, giggling. “kidding, maybe. but i do really just love you and want to show you.” you answer truthfully. 

“show me, eh?” wiggling his eyebrows. “let’s say we go for round two of what we did last night?” as he trails his hands up and down your thighs, the tip of his fingers grazing dangerously to where aches for him.

you take your chance and sit yourself up right, straddling his lap, your tablet falling off your lap and somewhere on the floor but you don’t care. “take me.” he wastes no time in securing you in his arms and lifting both of you off the couch, rushing towards your shared bedroom. 

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[geraldmariaivo]

Y’all know that concept where if a ghost is injured enough they retreat into their core? And you know how that can apply to halfas? Well consider the following:

Halfa!Jason who’s like right next to dying, and as a last-ditch effort to survive, his core forces him to retreat into itself. Mans is bleeding out in an alley somewhere, and then very suddenly he isn’t, and he also isn’t really aware of anything. 

Meanwhile one of the Crime Alley kids, who was about to go get help, just watched Red Hood turn into a weird version of Robin before becoming an orb. This is really fucking weird, even by Gotham standards, but Red Hood is an orb now so at least he’s not bleeding out anymore???? After about three seconds of pondering how A) expensive the orb looks (plus it could be some magic quick-healing or stasis orb or something), and B) this thing may be very fragile, and sure Hood is a crime boss, but he takes care of them and makes sure his people get what they need whenever he can, and if it breaks then there’s the distinct possibility that it would seriously hurt him while he’s in there.

So, the kid picks it up, and takes it home. The kid stashes it away when they can’t afford to keep it on them, but otherwise they keep it hidden in them somewhere.

Maybe Jason gets passed between a few different Alley kids that kid #1 trusts, maybe he stays with one of the Girls at some point, or maybe ends up being communally taken care of by whoever was told. Maybe the residents see the orb and feel an urge to protect it, or they get a little feeling in the back of their mind that tells them protect-guard-keepsafe because it’s Jason’s haunt that they live in.

Either way, the Alley is his haunt, so he and the kid/kids he’s with end up very narrowly avoiding serious trouble because he’s low-key exerting his influence over it to keep his very vulnerable self out of danger. Maybe being in his haunt results in him being aware of his general location before he can take in his immediate surroundings. Who knows, he might even realize that there’s not something wrong with him as much as it is other the more he becomes aware of what’s going on.

Meanwhile the bats are having a stroke looking for Jason because the last place they know he was is an alley with no cameras, and he was very clearly bleeding out before he seemed to just disappear.

Listen, I just wanna see Crime Alley and it’s inhabitants protecting Jason, even if most of them don’t realize it.  yes this is inspired by Robin’s Egg. If you don’t know what that is, I strongly suggest you check it out, it’s by @arzuera! 

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#9: The Two Of Us (S7E12)

This is one of those scenes that dreams are made of. 🤩 It's perfect. Rick and Michonne happy makes me so happy, and that’s what we get in this super important proposal scene. It's the moment Rick and Michonne make it clear that they are Mr. and Mrs. Grimes until the end of time. 🎉 And this is my favorite scene from Say Yes. So one more time for Richonne’s tender, funny, sexy, heartfelt, and gorgeous love letter episode and this scene right here that embodies all of that 🥂...

First, I love the candlelight glow of this scene. They both look so beautiful and perfect together while enjoying a honeymoon date. I also like knowing that the staging was deliberately set up to channel the classic rom-com Sixteen Candles. Rick and Michonne's story is a romance through and through. 👌🏽

(and this ep was even giving rom-com with certain funny moments like the honorable mention "You can handle 8" scene where Michonne teases Rick about leaving her 8 walkers to kill as opposed to his one. 😋)

This Say Yes dinner date always makes me think about an honorable mention s4 finale scene when Rick and Michonne sat together after dinner with faces lit by a fire as they expressed forgetting "what this feels like." And now, here they are in s7 enjoying a candle-lit dinner and allowing themselves to feel the deepest love for each other. Won't He do it!

This is seriously one of their most romantic scenes and I’m smiling from the moment I first see them eating those MRE's with the cute dinner date setup to the very end when Rick surprises Michonne with another MRE. 🤗

I love that they’re all smiley when talking about the food at the top of the scene and then they have this leaders' conversation about what the plan is after they kill Negan. They communicate so tenderly and attentively even when talking "business."

And it is always the sweetest thing to hear Michonne express so much belief in her man when she tells Rick he should be the one in charge of the new world they’re creating. Rick has a lot of supporters, but no one believes in Rick more than Michonne. 😊

Michonne saying, "It should be you" just melts my heart, and I think it melts Rick's heart too cuz he reacts with this genuine smile and a little laugh. Rick says, "Not me" and Michonne again uplifts him, believing so strongly that he’d be good at it. She respects him so much and I love that Rick got to see that here.

And then it’s always great that she adds, "If it’s something that you wanted," giving him the choice. And Rick is honest that he doesn’t think he would want to be the sole guy in charge.

It’s refreshing seeing Rick have the space to express both what he does and doesn’t want for himself in this episode. Because he knows with Michonne he can be honest and human in every way.

So then Rick pauses as he prepares to tell Michonne what he most wants for his life and for the future. And I love that he gets specific with it, saying “The two of us, you and me, reordering things together...” 🥰

Then the shot stays on Michonne’s glowing gorgeous face as she realizes just what Rick is really saying by saying this. 🥹

And I love Rick's nervous breath before he gears up to express to Michonne just how much she is what he wants. After that breath, he looks into her eyes and says with conviction, "I want that. If it's something you wanted."

It’s a proposal, y’all. 🤩 What every proposal really equates to is someone telling the love of their life, 'I want it to be the two of us building a life and a world together' - and this is exactly that. And from his delivery, Rick knows this is a significant proposal.

It’s really sweet the vulnerable way Rick adds 'if it’s something you wanted.' He's always cared so much about Michonne's wants and at this moment this is him hoping that he is something she wants. Especially since she is so much of what he wants.

Michonne smiles and reassuringly says, "yeah" because the two of them together have always been what she wanted too. She knows they’re going to do life side by side from here on out, the way they have always done and the way magnets are meant to.😌

How these two respond after this exchange says they know what they’ve just expressed. This moment is so much more than just agreeing to lead together. They know they’ve agreed to spend the rest of their life as a married couple. Hallelu 🥳

And it’s so sweet how Rick and Michonne both smile here with this little twinkle in their eye because, in all the craziness of this world, they found their soulmate. They found a love supreme, and I appreciate that they took this moment to just openly celebrate that. 

Then of course I love that they seal this proposal with a very passionate kiss. And I swear the way Rick and Michonne look at each other after every kiss is always as passionate as the kiss itself. 😍

Also, I used to always think this was a sweet wedding-ceremony-like kiss - and it definitely is that commitment kiss...but then someone pointed out how Rick is kissing her, and I realized this is also an “if there wasn’t a makeshift table between us, it would go down right here and now” kiss. Lol I forgot just how passionate it was, but I'm all the way here for it. Richonne stays kissing like their life depends on it. 🔥

And I adore Michonne kissing his hand after and then her little bashful smile as she sees the adoring way Rick looks at her. 🥹

And the way Rick is just captivated by her and then looks away with a smile, practically dizzy from this blissful union - Their every look, line delivery, and move in this scene was just the exact perfect choice. I'll never get over it.👌🏽👩🏽‍🍳💋

Michonne makes Rick laugh by cutely saying she’s going to eat 5 more dinners, and Rick again pitches that they should stay out longer. And honestly, me and him were on the same page cuz Rick and Michonne really deserved more time to have just to themselves. So Rick...

I love how he’s adamant they can take their time and tries to subtly slip in extending the trip not just one more day but even "another after that." Rick can never get enough of her and I love it. 😊

Michonne watches her man, knowing there might be more to the story with how he's feeling. But also the way she’s looking at him, you know the pitch to stay out is enticing. And it's cute hearing Rick say, "we found the only way in..." as in - we fell through the roof. 😂

Even when Michonne says a hesitant "we should get back," Rick still is like...

He's still sticking to the fact that it’s all good if they stay out longer. To which I was like, this man is perfect and correct.

And then it is just maximum cuteness when he tries a new approach and says he’s been meaning to show her that one MRE. And his playful delivery of the "...together" part. It’s all just gold.🤗

I love that Rick's romantic heart is always thinking of how to gift Michonne and that moments like this show that they know each other well enough to know just what could put a smile on the other's face.

I mean, even later in this very episode, in a lovely honorable mention scene where Michonne runs into Rick's arms for the embrace of life after thinking walkers got to him, that whole predicament was spurred by Rick wanting to gift Michonne that deer.

And then, even when Michonne is simply relieved and grateful he's alive, Rick still whispers that he owes her one. Did I mention Rick Grimes is Man of the Year every year? 😋

(also y'all, looking at this 7.12 hug just reminds me how that TOWL reunion moment between Rick and Michonne is about to be pure passionate perfection🔥)

It's just a fact that the man loves finding ways to make her smile. And Michonne’s smitten smile when she takes the MRE shows Rick has fully won her over and stole her heart for the umpteenth time. 

How great is it that this pulsating love between them never ever waned throughout the series, it just kept increasing each season. 🙌🏾

I love that in an episode focused on Rick and Michonne, they knew to include a romantic candlelit dinner scene where the two express wanting their future to be spent together.

It's a big deal because even just thinking about the future wasn’t always something these characters could do since it had to be about just surviving to the next day.

And it’s great that now, having some time to even think about what the future looks like, Rick makes it clear that when he sees his future, he sees Michonne.

He wants Michonne by his side going forward, no matter what else the future holds. And Michonne wants the very same thing. That's marriage. That's love. 🥰

So yeah, the whole dang scene is just heartwarming times ten, and I love that we’ll always have this incredibly beautiful moment as part of Richonne's journey.

Like despite an apocalypse and despite Negan's reign, we still got a whole honeymoon episode that more than delivered. The Richonne ship is seriously an abundance of riches. 🤩

This proposal scene establishes that Rick and Michonne are lifelong partners in love, 🗣 they are husband and wife, and, in every way, they are each other's future.

After going canon in season 6, things really amped up with Negan and the Saviors being introduced and all that, and so this was really one of the first times we got to see Rick and Michonne just enjoy some alone time as an official couple. And, of course, the whole scene and whole episode was everything and further proof that Rick and Michonne loved each other, wanted each other, and belonged together.

And it also affirmed that Richonne would stay together, be it in person or in spirit, forever. 😌

[amandapearls]

Not the antis saying that Elriels are the ones that don’t care about Elain…💀🤡 Because apparently Az would do the things he does for Elain for everyone else and that he just sees her as another lover, that he wants to keep a secret.

I’ve also seen them point out that Az was still dreaming and lusting ovwr Mor when Elain was just THERE. I mean, first of all… we don’t know the extent of his feelings for Mor. We just know what everyone assumes LOL. And yeah, Az is there to save people, he defends very strongly those he cares about, but did he EVER had a reaction to anyone else like he had for Elain when she was taken for example? Nope. Alsoooo, Elriel just has a normal build up, from friends to (almost) lovers. It took some time for Az to get over whatever he was feeling for Mor. Ofc. But he developed a friendship with Elain in the meantime, that turned into something more eventually. Even in ACOSF is said pretty clear that he basically gave up to Mor. After all this time. But I’m repeating myself, we don’t know the exact extent of what he felt for Mor. Maybe he just let ppl assume lol, bc I refuse to believe he’d just act like he doesn’t get the hint from Mor for like 500 years, when he knows basically everything. Things are more complex than that.

And the ones that don’t like Elain are the ones that pair and force her with a male she doesn’t want. At all. Guess which one is that. SJM said that it’s obvious who the next book is about and she also build this ship for several books now. Just stop pretending your ship has ANY chance. The lies y’all tell yourselves just so your ship can “earn” half a point in the romance department are laughable.

I genuinely can’t wait for the day to prove y’all WRONG. 💅🏻

Goodness you guys love sending long as hell anons.

1. I’d say that if you ship Elain and Azriel then you don’t really love Elain. If you loved Elain, then you’d ship her with the person who would treat her the best and actually care about her wellbeing (aka her MATE). Also, we don’t have Elain’s POV yet, so nobody truly knows how Elain feels about her mate.

2. When Rhys confronted Azriel about Elain in the bonus chapter, Azriel did NOT say “I think I’m in love with Elain” or “she’s special to me” or “I really care about Elain”. Nothing. Instead he called her the third sister. Then let us know that he “hadn’t gotten that far in his planning, certainly NOT beyond the fantasies that he pleasured himself to”. Sounds like lust to me. And since Rhys can read minds— I’m sure he heard Azriels thoughts and knew that it wasn’t love. Rhys did the right thing here.

3. Rhys confronted Azriel about Mor in the bonus chapter and Azriel completely ignored that question. Hence, I do think Azriel still has some unresolved feelings for Mor that he needs to get over before he’s with anyone.

4. It’s stated multiple times throughout the book series that Azriel looks at Mor with “heat and longing”. And at the end of ACOMAF, when Azriel was poisoned he still tried to protect Mor. His sole focus was on Mor. So I’m pretty sure his feelings for Mor are spot on with what other characters have said in the books.

5. Sarah stated it was obvious and it is. The next book will be Azriel’s with Gwyn as his love interest. I think Azriel will finally get over his unresolved feelings for Mor in his book and he will fall in love with Gwyn. Based off ACOSF and the bonus chapter, I think it’s clear that they’re definitely mates. Especially since Gwyn is the only female to ever make Azriel feel a “spark in his chest”. Sounds like mates to me.

Can’t wait for the next book announcement too ❤️❤️

[henneseyhoe]

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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[meowmarkie]

nct dream as yearning songs

a/n! This is for funzies only! I don’t know any of them personally so I’m only comparing and linking their behavior shown through videos with the behavior of those I know in real life (me included). And also, If you haven’t listened to any of these songs, PLEASE give them a listen bc I feel like it’ll help you guys better understand my vision :)

Mark - End Of Beginning, Djo

Just one more tear to cry, one teardrop from my eye

You better save it for

The middle of the night when things aren't black and white

Enter, Troubadour

"Remember 24?"

Mark’s always talking about finally beginning a project whenever he’s with the dreamies, so I always get reminded of this song (that’s not the only reason tho) once the “is it really starting this time?” teasing commences — even though it might pass as a “funny” quirk, the need to establish out loud that they are “restarting” or finally starting things as if from scratch, might be because of something deeper. Mark seems like the kind of guy who works hard and reminisces about his past, especially when it comes to where it all (ironically) started. He works so hard and is almost never relaxing or taking a vacation, he says he’s fine, but since I'm a workaholic as well, I can tell you guys that we always end up breaking down because of how much stuff we’re doing. So, in those overwhelming moments, I can imagine Mark looking back to when he was in Canada, being able to rest and take in all the small pleasures the world can offer, not having to worry about his image, his feelings, his needs or if he’s “korean enough” to be working as an idol (idk about you guys, but that distinction between being a pure korean vs a mixed korean would drive me insane. I’d be so upset to always have to prove myself and prove that part of my nationality), reminiscing about the times when he was full of dreams, peace, and most importantly, energy.

You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man

Renjun - Abstract (Psychopomp), Hozier

See how it shines

Renjun is a very simple and honest man; he knows what he likes, what he doesn’t and knows how to set up his boundaries. However, he’s really sensible when it comes to life (in ALL its meanings), which is why I’m reminded of this song whenever I think of him. I’m grateful for all the things Renjun has shared with us, such as his mental health, hobbies and just his personality in general. Abstract is a song that shows how much its “subject” is sensible, brave (for jumping into traffic in order to rescue the dying/already dead animal) and never seems to catch a break, while the one singing (in this case, Hozier) can only take in the sight, not being able to do anything to help. In this analogy, Renjun is the subject and his friends/family/fans are Hozier, y’all. I feel like he strives to protect those he loves, and yearns for their well being when he can’t do anything to help.

(it was tough to choose just a small part of the song, when in fact, in my opinion, the whole thing describes him so well)

The speed that you moved

The screech of the cars

The creature still moving

That slowed in your arms

The fear in its eyes

Gone out in an instant

Your tear caught the light

The Earth from a distance

Jeno - Yes To Heaven, Lana Del Rey

If you go, I'll stay

You come back, I'll be right here

Like a barge at sea

In the storm, I stay clear

We’ve got ourselves a lover boy! No surprises there, I think. Even though this song comes from a female point of view, I think it still describes Jeno really well. Getting back on track, I feel like this suits him given the fact that when he likes someone, he likes someone — if he feels strongly like that, it’s even more intense when it comes to his loved ones, hence the song. Jeno would do anything in the world for his partner, and that includes fighting for them, to keep them by his side even if things get incredibly tough. 

His reason to yearn would be his person, before he even managed to win them over. Jeno would yearn for a life next to his loved one, for their acceptance and approval of him — nothing would make him happier than hearing a yes from his lover.

Say yes to Heaven

Say yes to me

Haechan - Gilded Lily, Cults

Now it's been long enough to talk about it

I've started not to doubt it, just wrap my head around it

I remember when you told me it's an everyday decision

But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way?

This boy is one of the most hard-working human beings on earth, methinks. Because he’s always giving, exposing and donating parts of himself to the world, not gaining anything back… The amount of hate and fake news he gets thrown at him is insane, being the reason why I always think of him when listening to this song. He has the biggest heart ever, and he pays the price for it every single day of his life. Haechan’s personality is bright and it should shine as much as it needs to, he might look overly confident but I wouldn’t doubt that in fact, he’s totally insecure about himself and about his skills, lost in the world yearning for appreciation. Gilded Lily suits him so much it actually pains me to make this connection anywhere other than my brain.

His hard work isn’t half as repaid as it should be. Some “fans” should be embarrassed to call themselves such when the first thing they do is to attack Hae.

Haven't I given enough, given enough?

Always the fool with the slowest heart

But I know you'll take me with you

We'll live in spaces between walls

Jaemin - Chemtrails Over The Country Club, Lana Del Rey

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love

There's nothing wrong contemplating God

Under the chemtrails over the country club

In another life, I believe that Jaemin could’ve been living peacefully in a suburb, white picket fences and all. This song is filled with nostalgia and the wish to run away with your loved one, which painfully reminds me of Jaemin. He’s the perfect man, the perfect gentleman even, so that’d make his partner want to elope with him. However, this image of him resides only in my (and now, your) imagination — that’s why I chose this song for him. Whenever I take in anything that Jaemin does, I can help but think about how I’d feel in his shoes: he had the plan to become a doctor, did charity work, played the piano, got good grades and was handsome. Having such high standards and some fondness towards the academic way of life, would I be 100% satisfied living an idol life? The answer is no, ergo my need to choose this song for him. If my hunch about Jaem is correct, he’d be yearning for the possibilities of having another life, especially when it comes to love. From what he has shown us, he wouldn’t be the type to voluntarily want to hide his loved one — I feel like he’d want to boast to the world about them.

I interpret this song as a life the singer would like to have had with their loved one, but couldn’t since the opportunity passed, and is now cursed to live forever with their “what ifs”.

My love, my love

Washing my hair, doing the laundry

Late night TV, I want you on me

Like when we were kids

Under chemtrails and country clubs

It's never too late, baby, so don't give up

Chenle - loml, Taylor Swift

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

You and I go from one kiss to gettin’ married

Still alive killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time

You lowdown boy, you standup guy

You Holy Ghost, you told me I'm

The love of your life

I apologize in advance to all you Chenle stans out there for bringing this up, but… IT NEEDS TO BE SAID. He fits this song so much it’s actually insane. He doesn’t have many regrets in his life (as said by the man himself), so in a world in which he’d yearn, it’d definitely be because of love, hence why his song is loml. Chenle wouldn’t be able to get over his first love, leading to countless daydreaming sessions and longing sighs. He’d reminisce about his time with the person, over analyzing everything that was said and done, remembering even the smallest things the other person said he didn’t care about. Losing something makes you realize what that thing really meant, thus creating the eternal heartache of knowing that you took it for granted — despite all the fights and wrong-doings, Chenle would never be able to forgive himself for losing the person he loved.

His first love would stay with him forever, but as time goes by, they’d be only a soft memory instead of a lingering sadness.

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson's match, your somber eyes

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life

Jisung - Brother, Kodaline

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea I

'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

If there’s one quality I’d use to describe Jisung, It’d be loyalty. He’s extremely loyal towards his hyungs, and that’s why I chose this song for him. Once the dreamies weren’t a fixed unit, Jisung shared his fear of being alone, and without his older brothers by his side, he knew not of what the future had in store for him. Hence why the lyrics (this one in particular: When we were young, we were the ones // The kings and queens, oh yeah we ruled the world) and just the “desperate” vibes of the song scream Park Jisung. He loves the dreamies so much that losing them would be as devastating as losing one of his family members. We don’t get to see the clingy and soft side of Jisung as much as the boys do, but just because we as fans don’t experience it, doesn’t mean that they can’t feel it. 

There’s just not much to say besides that he loves his members to the point of sacrificing himself for them.

I’ve got you brother

The whole group - Home, Edith Whiskers ver.

We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night

Nothing new is sweeter than with you

I couldn’t do something like this without mentioning the dark period of when Mark was removed from the unit (sorry in advance <3), so here it is! Home would be their song from when they missed Mark, and kept reminiscing about their debut and previous comeback when their leader and older brother was still there with them. The song might come from a romantic point of view, but it’s just as fitting for a friend group, therefore making it perfect to describe the dreamie’s situation.

Losing someone important is awful, especially when that person is “removed” from your day-to-day life thanks to other people’s choices — it isn’t fair, and I’m sure the boys felt this way for a long period of time until they could shine again with Mark by their side. They’ve never been better and nct dream is now on the way to become even more powerful than before, and for that I’m incredibly proud of the children they were, who maintained themselves strong and brave throughout a heartbreaking moment. The dreamies deserve the best and my heart is at ease to see that their recognition is finally arriving. They are my home, and I’m sure they are your home as well :)

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

[lurkingshan]

10 Things I Love About Ossan's Love Returns

Y’all. Y'ALL. I am stunned right now. I am verklempt. I never thought I would end up here. But here I am.

I bounced hard off the original Ossan's Love. Like, hard. I DNF'd and immediately memory holed just about everything I knew about it. But people I trust (namely @isaksbestpillow and @twig-tea) said this new series was an improvement on the original, and that I didn't have to go back and try rewatching the first series to dive into this one. So of course I, a jbl devotee, had to give it the old college try.

AND TO MY SHOCK AND AWE, I LOVE IT. This show is excellent. This is Japanese media at its absolute best, showcasing the precision in writing, directing, editing, and acting that they can reach when they are firing on all cylinders. This is the kind of comedy only a Japanese production can get right, because it requires a mastery of all these elements that you just can't get in less mature filmmaking industries. This is the best example I have ever seen of this kind of broad comedic style grounded in real stakes.

So let me tell you why this show, which is available for the international audience on Gaga (and with subs coming from Sirii, as well!), is worth your time:

This is a story about an established relationship between adult characters. Y'all know how I feel about the dearth of this we get in drama! Maki and Haruta have been long distance for four years and are moving in together to start their married life as this show begins.

The writing is unbelievably strong. Everything that happens matters, the characters always make sense, and the jokes are genuinely so fucking funny.

Kurosawa, or Chief, as I refer to him, is one of the funniest characters of all time, in any drama. The way this man had me laughing out loud in every scene! I felt like I got a workout.

This show is a feat of editing. I have been watching a string of shows recently that are getting hamstrung by bad editing, so let me tell you, it was a true pleasure to watch a drama that executes editing tricks so deftly and with such an eye toward sharpening its story and enhancing its jokes.

It has excellent female side characters. We have Chizu, my favorite lady bestie who is here to whip Haruta into shape at all times, and Chuoko, an actual archer who also has her own little romance going, and Haruta's mom, an unbothered legend who just wants to eat her food and get to her dates with her boyfriend.

There's a mystery! Next door to Haruta and Maki are two creepy mfers (brothers?) who are Up To Something. Or not! I don't know but I’ll find out!

We are getting an actual dialogue about gay marriage. Haruta and Maki consider themselves married, but have no legally binding contract and have not yet had a wedding, and they talk about this and their feelings about it often as they are negotiating their lives together.

We may have some aroace rep happening?? This is still pending but my radar is pinging hard for Takegawa to join the incredibly shortlist of explicitly aro and/or ace characters in bl.

DID I MENTION THIS SHOW IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. I cannot overstate the number of times this drama had me straight cackling in three short episodes. I had to get up and do some laps to walk it off.

The show is extremely well paced and I trust it not to waste my time. No small thing in these bl streets! The odd episode order (9) and tight pacing of each of the first three episodes tells me the creators of this show know exactly what they are doing and how much time they need to execute their vision.

This show is airing live for the next six weeks and I strongly encourage you to watch it and come join the fun with us!

[oldblackhat]

Y’all this petition going around - I've seen it twice now - the one that includes: “As Neil Gaiman has offered to step back, there is no reason for the production of the TV series to stop” (full text below)

Oh my God y’all please Do Not sign that!

I know we are all having different reactions and I respect that — but y’all I'm concerned that this petition in particular is actually kinda doing his PR team’s work for them!

If you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 then please consider signing one that requests he be fired (i.e. http://bit.ly/firegaiman) and/or includes stipulations about what “step back” actually means in practice (because we still don’t know).

We still don't know what “discussions about possible production changes” and “offered to step back”/“take a back seat” actually means in terms of degree of removal and on-the-ground changes. Will he be on set at all (possibly getting access to interact with young female staff)? How (if at all) will he be referenced in official promotions and interviews for the show?

Is there a possible world where Amazon accepts Neils offer but Amazon/Neils definition of “step back” is Wholey Insufficient and nothing near as comprehensive as we’re all hoping? Unfortunately, I think yes! Yes there is.

Until we know for sure what “step back” actually means (so we can know if it’s enough) I think we need to not wave the victory banner just yet and keep pushing for his removal (so if you’re going to sign a petition—please choose a different one)

I think it’s fine to hope that it means he’ll be cut out as thoroughly as we all hope—but I think it’s honestly kinda dangerous to assume this to be true (without sufficient evidence) to the point of signing a petition that says since he’s “offered to step back, there is no reason for the production….to stop”.

It’s dangerous in that you are setting yourself up for more pain in the future if you convince yourself this “step back” is going to be to a sufficient degree — and we later learn that it is not.

And it’s dangerous because y’all I do think this petition in particular is one his PR team would support getting as many signatures as possible.

Y’all I think his lawyers and PR team want people focusing on renewing the show instead of focusing on the allegations. They want us to take his “offer to step back”, be satisfied with it, and actively shift attention away from how bad he is towards unpausing production.

It’s in the phrasing. Honestly nothing in this petition makes it clear to me whether the writer is or isn’t a rape apologist. I’m not saying they are but I can’t tell and I think that’s a pretty major red flag. It’s how he only gets mentioned one time: “as Neil Gaiman has offered to step back, there is no reason for the production….to stop” and there’s no mention of why he’s “offering to step back” (the five women who’ve come forward)

And of course since he’s “not admitting to any wrongdoing” he gets to play the white knight offering to gallantly step back so the show can go on (sickening). And again the only reference to him in this petition is that he’s “offered to step back” — what a nice gentle phrasing that doesn’t disallow a white knight interpretation!

Now i want to be clear — I am Not saying helping his PR is the intent of anyone who has already signed this petition or reblogged it — I’m assuming best intentions here (which would be not realizing that signing/reblogging this is arguably helping his PR team)

But y’all again if you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 please sign and share one like this http://bit.ly/firegaiman that explicitly stipulates to fire him and includes: “We feel very strongly that we cannot financially support Good Omens with Mr. Gaiman still in a position of power within it and are calling for his immediate dismissal.” Because again yall we don’t know if the “step back” currently being discussed behind closed doors will be enough so we should still be pushing for his removal.

Or make a new petition that stipulates he not be on set, or anywhere near young female staff, and also not be discussed positively in any promotional material, etc.

And if pushing for him to be truly sufficiently uninvolved does help lead to this show being cancelled — then that might mean his being sufficiently uninvolved just wasn’t about to be on the table for whatever reason — and if that’s the case then it’s probably for the best the show doesn’t continue :/

(i know i hope not i honestly do hope he can be removed sufficiently & the show can go on but we can’t know yet whether he is going to be sufficiently removed)

Here’s a screenshot of the full text of the petition I don’t think you should sign:

Please please please if you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 please sign and share one like this instead:

[leaentries]

luke hughes x chubby!reader headcanons part 2

part 1

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

so this has been on my mind all day, luke being just so protective of you.

this man is not afraid to stand up for you or put someone in their place if they do wrong by you. his arm is constantly always around your body in a protective manner, pulling you into his side whenever you’re out somewhere with a lot of people

if y’all ever go out to clubs or parties, he will not take his eyes off of you incase he needs to sprint into action and whoop some dickwads ass.

i dare someone to ever make an inappropriate comment about your looks or size anywhere near him, because that might be the last thing they ever do

he also has a tendency to make sure you don’t bump/run into things. if you’re a bit on the clumsier side of life, lukey boy has your back. always covering the corners of counters in the kitchen or table if you bend over, holding your hand and helping you out of the car, guiding you by the small of your back through places, etc.

luke’s goal in life is to take care of you. so with this comes his uncanny ability to read your body language

this dude can look at you for .2 seconds and know what you’re feeling. he wont hesitate to help accommodate your needs. if you’re tired, luke is doing everything in his power to get you to bed and comfy in his arms. if you’re hungry, he is finding out what you’re craving and getting it for you ASAP. oh boy, don’t get me started on him feeding you.

luke has actively said in an interview that his favorite thing about being in the nhl was the food bars, so it’s no surprise that he loves being able to shove food into you as much as possible.

he definitely always makes you a plate or shares his pre-game meals with you. he’ll just walk over to you with a big grin on his face and two plates in his hands full of food for the both of you

you will always get the certain “have you eaten today?” “what did you eat for lunch?” “do you want me to get you some food?” texts multiple times a day

he will get so so sad if he notices you not eating properly and taking care of yourself, so he takes on the task of making sure you are fed properly every single day

i also am bringing this back from my last post, but i just strongly believe that when y’all are home, he is a level 1000 clinger

he just loves your body so freaking much, just how warm and soft you are. he’s not afraid to tell you this either, he’s just such a big ole teddy bear when it comes to you and all your curves

NSFW

luke definitely has a tit fucking kink. just the thought of your full boobs wrapped around his thick cock is enough to make him throb with need

100% loves to cum either on your boobs, stomach, or inside if you let him

he is so pitiful when he’s in a more submissive kinda mood, definitely whimpers the second he sinks into you. it honestly is kinda a power trip for you, cause you have THE luke hughes whimpering at just your touch

he loves eating you out. he’s a munch. he will do it anytime you want, all you got to do is ask. he just loves to please you. he will lap at your puffy lips and suck your clit until you’re screaming his name.

it’s his element. other than the ice, his favorite place to be is between your thighs.

he loves when you kiss and lick up and down his abs, the feeling of your tongue dipping into the defined lines of his muscles will have him cumming in seconds.

he also loves when he can just rub his cock through your lips, grazing your clit and giving just enough stimulation for the both of you to become hot and bothered before slipping into you

his ears and neck definitely get bright red when he’s flustered.

making him flustered is very easy for you to do, especially if you are wearing anything slightly revealing. simply run your hands up and down his body slowly and whisper in his ears and he will fall to the fucking floor.

he will press down under your soft belly rolls while he fucks into you so it just feels that much better.

loves when you ride him so he can watch you boobs bounce. he just loves watching your body bounce on top of his cock; stomach, boobs, ass, he loves it all.

a/n- look at me posting 2 days in a row, woohoo!! i still have so much more to say about luke, so i will most likely be making a part 3 😋 sorry if this is a bit short, i just have a lot of thoughts and i want to spread them out into multiple parts! feel free to send in requests for our lukey boy and chubby!reader!! thank you for reading :))

[inglourious-imagines]

practically begging for some george luz w/ enemies to lovers. everyone always writes amazing friends to lovers but there’s sm potential w e2l !!! love ur writing btw xx

Jokes on You (George Luz x Fem!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: George Luz is a funny guy, there is absolutely no denying that. He likes making jokes, and he likes it even more when people laugh at them. So what happens when there comes a person who makes just as good jokes as George? Or maybe even better? Some enemies to lovers for y’all.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @happyveday @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars @nixoninc

Warnings: like two swear words, angst in the form of Bastogne

A/N: I so suck at endings.

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Cracking jokes and making people laugh is George’s thing and his only, that’s how it’s always been. He is the funny guy in the group, that’s how he likes to define himself, the funny one. But to define is to limit and George has made the mistake of limiting himself to clinging to one particular personality trait, humour.

And then Y/N came along; about four months into the boot camp Y/N got reassigned from Dog Company to Easy Company for reasons no one knew, except for Lewis Nixon perhaps. George did not start hating her per say right from the moment he met her, but ever since she beat him to the joke when watching his favourite movie he’s strongly despised her. From then on, the feelings only got stronger; she’s always making the whole Company laugh, some of the jokes even on his account which George does not like one bit, hell she even managed to make Blithe chuckle that one day after D-Day.

Y/N had no idea what she triggered by her naturally jokester nature until she had to face a very pissed off George after she blabbed some joke about some actress and then a very pissed off George is the only kind of George she has had the privilege of meeting. The woman has pondered greatly about what she could have possibly done to anger the man so, but nothing came to mind and she soon gave up. George continued and stubbornly continues to be rude to her so she should only repay his “kindness”.

After Carentan, the word of Operation Market Garden is in the air and the Allies are particularly optimistic. Easy is in the pub, celebrating its successes in the war, while some reinforcements are trying to mingle. Y/N is watching it all from behind, the old breed not wanting to socialize with the newbies at all and sometimes the situations can get truly hilarious.

Somehow, in a few minutes, she finds herself behind a table with Luz, Malarkey, Muck and other three reinforcements who are just drinking up George’s story about his valour in Normandy. Her lips itch upwards from now and then, George’s drunkenness making it all the more amusing. Y/N can tell the new guys are impressed and somewhat terrified as well and one of them puts a pin on it when he asks Luz, “And what rank are you?”

The table sits in silence for a moment, for absolutely no one expected such question, not even the other reinforcements, then Malarkey and Muck burst out laughing, almost tipping over their beers.

Y/N chuckles, reaches over, and pats the guy’s arm. “Oh c’mon, it is Private!”

That absolutely finishes off Don and Skip, Skip eventually falls off his chair, the reinforcements are now laughing too; the mood slightly more friendly and at ease than before. Not for everyone though.

George is red to his ears, as he frowns. “The joke wasn’t that good. And it’s not even true.”

Donald is hiccupping now but manages to answer, “A- a bit c- corny, yes, but f-fucking b-brilliant.”

***

At this point the Company is divided into two parts only, one part bets on the two of them killing each other and the other parts bets on them fucking; which it will be is truly in the stars for George and Y/N are face to face again, both of them red in the cheeks from all the anger, both of them shouting some incoherent insults, and as Penkala has put it, “See? Honestly I can really see both happening. They will either kill each other or fuck, there is absolutely nothing in between.”

But then Market Garden happens, an underestimated operation, that leaves behind too many dead than it should and when all of Easy is boarded on trucks, retreating, the company is two people short.

Bull Randleman and Y/N Y/L/N.

The officers discuss what can be done, and despite all of the men wanting to go and save the two of the best soldiers in the company, they know they can’t. And exactly that is making George Luz lose his mind. He can’t really understand why he is so restless, anxious, and downright terrified throughout the whole night; he tosses and turns, he is not able to bring himself to close his eyes.

But then in the morning he sees Y/N on the jeep next to Bull and suddenly he feels like he could fly and go to Berlin and kill Hitler, just so he could see the carefree smile on her face.

It clicks in him just then, and Malarkey pats his shoulder. “So, you’ve finally figured it out, huh?”

George turns to him, confused. “What?”

Malarkey laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Don’t play dumb with me, you idiot, I saw it just now.”

As much as George would like to answer his friend, he truly has no idea what he is talking about, and when that dawns on Donald, he offers George a sympathetic smile.

“Okay, let me put your thoughts to words, ‘cause you’re such an oblivious idiot that you probably wouldn’t figure it out by the time this motherfucking war is over,” Malarkey continues, “you don’t hate her, do you, not really.”

It is not even a question, more of a statement, and George really wants to protest, more than anything, because it is ridiculous, right?

***

The plan to be home by Christmas isn’t really working out for the Allies but the soldiers of Easy Company have already forgotten about those false hopes, they aren’t the ones to be bothered with when you freeze your ass off in a foxhole in the middle of a forest where the trees blow up every now and then and the place becomes a tornado.

Y/N shares a foxhole with Muck and Penkala, the trio trying to lighten up their gloomy moods with laughter. But even Y/N is running out of jokes now, so when doc Roe runs up to them, asking for scissors, she’s more than happy to go look for them with him too, the need to stretch her stiff and frozen body overpowering her whole self.

She’s just a couple of meters away from her foxhole when another German artillery attack comes and the whole forest becomes a hurricane of explosions, splinters, and blood. The soldier throws herself to the ground, crawling her way, slowly, back to her foxhole, Muck and Penkala shouting something at her she can’t hear, encouraging her to hurry up.

Dirt is everywhere, she barely can see, she covers her ears and head with her hands as another hit comes; she continues right after the explosion, crawling, crawling, crawling.

Muck and Penkala are still shouting at her, she is getting closer; Y/N can hear another artillery attack coming but this time she doesn’t stop proceeding, she knows she has to get into the foxhole soon, so she keeps on pushing.

The explosion comes. Everything goes white for a moment. The pressure wave makes her stop moving, and she is forced to close her eyes and cover her head with her hands.

She opens her eyes. There is nothing.

Seconds ago, there were two people, now there is nothing, nothing left, not a single trace that there have ever human beings stood.

Y/N can’t bring herself to move, she stares blankly into the space before her, her limbs are stiff. But then some arms grab her body, she can hear someone shouting at her.

3 seconds. That’s all it takes her to get back. She holds on to George’s arms as they run together to another foxhole, jumping right in. He immediately brings her into his body, she wraps her arms around his torso instinctively, holding onto him so tight, her head resting on his chest. George shields her body from everything outside and when the bombing finally stops, they don’t let go of each other for another few moments.

It isn’t until a few years after the war and they are married to each other, when they finally talk about what happened that day in the forest of Bois Jacques, not a day sooner. Ever since then, their relationship has been changed, both very much aware of it, neither of them brave enough to bring it up just yet.

It is in Haguenau, where they finally share a conversation. George finds her on her own, behind some building, hiding behind some sacks, looking at the river. He throws a Hershey bar into her lap and when she looks up in confusion, he offers her a warm tired smile.

“What did I do to deserve the affection of the one and only George Luz?” she tries to crack up a joke and chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. George knows Y/N is exhausted beyond words.

He sits down next to her, as he opens his mouth to say something, but he rethinks it in the last second and nothing comes out. They sit out there for a few minutes, sharing the silence and strangely enough, it feels nice. George finally does not feel the need to talk all the time, the need to prove himself funny or worthy of other people’s attention.

“Have you ever been to Rhode Island?” he suddenly blurts out, surprising himself and her at the choice of the question.

Y/N smiles, doesn’t ask why or what. “No, never.”

“Then come with me.”

This time she asks what.

“After the war I mean, come home after the war with me.”

“But- but, you-“ she stutters, her cheeks slightly red, “but you hate me.”

George chuckles at that and looks at her. She has bags under her eyes that are a bit bloodshot (she hasn’t slept much in the last few days), her hair is dirty from dirt and sweat, her face has several scratches and marks, his eyes finds the most visible one just below her left cheekbone (he recalls that day in Carentan when a piece of shrapnel hit her and the wound looked way worse then it actually was for she had blood all over her left side of face, freaking out silently has never been so hard – he hadn’t known at that time what will come). He has never seen anything to maddeningly and purely beautiful as her.

“I thought I did, a very long time ago,” he says, “but actually I never did. I don’t hate you. How could I?”

Y/N looks at him and through all the pain, horror, and grief, she feels peace. It surprises her.

And so she responds, “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I will come home with you. How could I not?”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes... a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

Chapter 4: Ressurection

The early morning air was crisp as Damian Priest and Jey Uso stepped out of the Waffle Window after breakfast. The duo had been sharing laughs, swapping stories from the night’s matches, and enjoying the brief moments of calm before the chaos of WWE’s next show. Despite what Damian saw last night, he was surprised Jey could keep a straight face about everything..

“So, where to next, bro?” Damian asked, patting Jey on the back.

“I’m thinking the mall. Could use a new pair of kicks,” Jey said with a grin.

“Man, I’m down. Let’s go.”

The mall wasn’t far from the restaurant , and as they walked through the entrance, it wasn’t long before fans recognized them. Damian was quick to flash his signature smirk as a group of teenagers approached.

“Yo! Damian, Jey! Can we get a selfie?”

“Of course,” Damian replied, pulling Jey into the shot with the fans.

Jey threw up his *Uso* hand sign, flashing his usual playful smile. “Y’all better tag us, alright?”

The fans laughed, already typing away on their phones as they posed. Damian and Jey continued their stroll through the mall, keeping it low-key while signing autographs and posing for the occasional picture.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Damian said, glancing over at Jey.

Jey chuckled. “Yeah, bro. It does. But you know, sometimes all this attention can get in your head.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “You good?”

Jey gave him a side glance. “Yeah, man, I’m good.” He forced a smile, but deep down, the reality of juggling his personal life, the affair with Rhea, and the growing pressure was weighing on him. He pushed the thoughts aside, determined not to let Damian see through his façade.

—

Meanwhile, Rhea sat in the doctor’s office, her mind wandering even as she tried to focus on her upcoming appointment. She couldn’t stop thinking about Jey—his smile, the way he made her laugh, and the growing complexity of their relationship. She knew it was dangerous, but the pull was irresistible.

The doctor walked out and said, “Rhea I’m ready for you..”

As she entered the examination room, she shifted her weight slightly, trying to hide the fact that she was still in pain. She hadn’t used her crutch since arriving in Portland, and though she had managed to mask her discomfort, the dull ache in her ankle was a constant reminder of the injury.

“Alright, Rhea,” the doctor said as he entered the room, immediately looking down at her ankle. “Let’s take a look.”

She pulled up her pant leg as the doctor inspected the injury. He gave a soft sigh, shaking his head.

“I don’t see your crutch, Rhea,” he said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Rhea shrugged nonchalantly. “I stopped using it when I got here. It’s a pain to carry around, and I’m managing just fine without it.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Managing just fine? You’ve been injured for two weeks, and you’re already walking without support? That’s a surefire way to make things worse.”

Rhea smirked. “I’ve had worse. Plus, I just wanna get this out of the way and heal quicker. Don’t wanna break kayfabe, right?”

The doctor chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, kayfabe. Always keeping you wrestlers on edge, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Rhea. You might not want to be seen with that crutch, but you don’t want to make this worse. I’m telling you—you need to be careful.”

He pressed lightly around her ankle, causing her to wince. “See? Still tender. You can keep going like this if you want, but I strongly advise you use that crutch. Trust me, you don’t want to prolong this injury. The last thing you need is a setback.”

Rhea sighed, nodding. “Yeah, I hear you. It’s just... I’ve been handling it.”

“I know,” the doctor said, offering a sympathetic smile. “But don’t be a hero. You need to heal up properly. And, let’s face it, you’ve got a pretty intense schedule. This injury isn’t just going to go away because you want it to.”

“I know, I know,” Rhea muttered, rubbing her temples. “It’s just... I’ve got a lot going on. Being on the sidelines wasn’t exactly part of the plan.”

The doctor handed her the prescription for more Tylenol. “I get it. But take care of yourself, alright? Don’t let the pressure of kayfabe rush your recovery.”

Rhea smirked, appreciating the doctor’s understanding. “Thanks, Doc. I’ll keep it in mind.”

As she left the office, her phone buzzed again. This time it was the *Judgment Day* group chat lighting up.

Dom: “What’s up, Rhea? You doing alright? Liv’s good and all, but we still miss you and Damian.”

Finn: “Yea’ we miss the OG days. It was better when it was just us.”

JD: “I guess that Apple spittin’ dude is okay.”

Carlito:“You know I’m here too, that’s not cool.”

Rhea smiled at the messages. Despite the split, there was still a lot of love between them. The recent promo with Dom and Liv had been fun, but things had shifted after *Judgment Day* brought Liv and Carlito into the fold. She couldn’t deny that she missed the crew—the camaraderie, the chaos.

Finn:”Heard from a bird that Jey’s bunking with you and Damian. What’s up with that?”

Rhea felt her pulse quicken at Finn’s words. She quickly typed back, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rhea: “Yeah, Jey’s with us. It’s no big deal. Just a one time thing yaknow”

She hit send, hoping her response would quell any curiosity. Finn always had a way of prying when things seemed out of place, and the last thing she needed was for him to figure out the truth about her and Jey.

As she walked back toward the hotel, her mind drifted back to Jey. The tangled web of emotions, secrets, and consequences weighed heavy on her, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about him. She knew they were playing with fire—but she wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet.

—

Rhea walked into the hotel suite, the tension in her chest building with each step. The doctor’s appointment had been frustrating, but she knew she had to keep pushing forward. The suite was eerily quiet without Damian or Jey around. She tossed her bag on the couch and stared at her phone for a long moment. The message from Jey lingered on her screen, and her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She was torn��reaching out to him felt dangerous, but the silence between them felt worse.

With a sigh, she decided to hit the gym, desperate to clear her head. As Rhea pushed herself through her usual brutal workout routine, her mind drifted back to Jey. The affair had started with a spark of excitement, but now, it was spiraling out of control. She tried to shake off the thoughts, focusing on the weights in her hands, but the growing connection between them kept pulling her back in.

After a while, she felt the pain in her ankle nagging at her, but she pushed through it. It had been two weeks since the injury, but she still hadn’t fully healed. After a fan approached for a quick picture and autograph, she decided to call it quits for the day. Rhea knew she was taking a risk by interacting with the fans—especially since she wasn’t using her crutch. She didn’t want to break kayfabe, but so far, no one seemed to notice.

After a quick shower, she headed down to the hotel pool, hoping the water would help her relax. Just as she was settling in, her phone buzzed again. Jey. She bit her lip, debating whether to respond, when she heard someone call her name.

"Rhea?"

She looked up to see Sami Zayn walking toward her, his expression casual, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Hey, Sami," she said, her heart rate quickening. Of all people, Sami was the last person she wanted to run into right now. He had always been too perceptive for his own good, and he had a knack for asking the wrong questions at the worst times.

Sami sat down on the lounge chair next to hers, stretching out casually. "Didn’t expect to see you here. Figured you’d be resting up after the whole... ankle situation."

Rhea's brow furrowed. "How did you hear about that?"

Sami chuckled. "I was on a Zoom call with Adam when your doc called him. You know, saying you should cool it with the ankle. You’re not even using the crutch now."

Rhea shrugged, brushing off the concern. "It’s an annoyance, really. I’m managing."

Sami nodded but didn't look entirely convinced. He leaned back, his eyes scanning the pool area before turning back to her. "So, I heard a little something... Jey’s staying with you and Damian?"

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face neutral. "Yeah. Damian invited him. It’s no big deal."

"No big deal?" Sami chuckled softly. "I mean, it's Jey Uso we're talking about. You guys are in totally different storylines, and suddenly he’s bunking with the Terror Twins? Doesn’t seem like nothing."

Rhea tensed, feeling her stomach twist. She had to be careful—Sami wasn’t someone she could easily brush off. "He helped us out the other night. Damian wanted to say thanks, so he invited him to crash with us. It’s just for a few days."

Sami’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, and she could tell he wasn’t fully buying it. "I get that, but you know how it looks, right? Jey’s got a lot going on, and the Judgment Day? Well... let's just say it's weird seeing you guys all buddy-buddy."

Rhea leaned forward, her voice lowering slightly. "Look, Sami, I know how it looks, but it’s really nothing. We’re just trying to keep things professional. Besides, you know how unpredictable things can get around here."

Sami studied her for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah, I know. Just be careful, alright? Jey's got a lot of eyes on him these days. You don’t want to get caught in the crossfire."

Rhea forced a smile. "I’ll be fine."

Sami stood up, adjusting his hoodie. "Alright, I’ll see you around. Take care of that ankle."

As Sami walked away, Rhea exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. The tension of the encounter weighed heavy on her, and she stared down at her phone again, Jey’s message still unread.

Jey: Let’s sneak into a room tonight…

---

Meanwhile, across town, Jey and Damian finished up at the mall, laughing and signing autographs for some fans they ran into along the way. The distraction had been nice, but as they headed back to the hotel, Jey’s thoughts kept pulling him back to Rhea. He had no idea how to navigate this—being with her felt right in a way he didn’t want to admit, but the guilt was becoming unbearable.

Every time he saw his wife’s name pop up on his phone, it was like a punch to the gut. How could he keep doing this? He had built a life with her, a family. Yet every time he was with Rhea, he found it impossible to resist. The late nights, the stolen moments—it was thrilling and devastating all at once. He didn’t want to lose his marriage, but with Rhea, it felt like a fire he couldn't put out. He had told himself countless times that it would stop. But every time he tried to pull away, he found himself deeper in.

As they got into the car, Damian glanced at him. "You good, man? You’ve been quiet all day."

Jey nodded, keeping his eyes on the passing streets. "Yeah. Just tired, you know?"

Damian didn’t press, but he wasn’t convinced either. "You gotta stop burning yourself out. We’ve still got Raw to think about."

Jey forced a grin, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. The pull toward Rhea was becoming unbearable. It was a line he knew he shouldn't have crossed, but now, it was too late to turn back.

Back at the hotel, Rhea was sitting by the pool, lost in thought. Her encounter with Sami had rattled her more than she’d let on. She knew people were starting to talk, and the last thing she needed was rumors swirling around her and Jey. But the more she tried to pull away, the deeper she seemed to fall. Her phone buzzed again—this time a message from Damian telling her they were on their way back. She sighed, still staring at Jey’s unread message.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Rhea knew she was running out of time to figure out what she wanted from this twisted situation. The affair with Jey had to stop... but deep down, she wasn’t sure she could let go.

—

Later that afternoon, the suite was quiet. After a long morning of meeting fans and a chaotic mall visit, Rhea, Damian, and Jey returned to their shared hotel suite, ready to unwind before heading out for dinner.

Damian, ever the one to crash first, stretched out in the oversized chair by the window. "I’m gonna catch a quick nap," he mumbled, pulling his hoodie over his head as he adjusted into a comfortable position. His exhaustion quickly overtook him, and soon enough, the soft sound of his snores filled the room.

Rhea sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts elsewhere, glancing every so often at Jey, who was lounging on the couch across the room. The tension between them felt thick, almost suffocating. Ever since breakfast, and especially after running into Sami at the pool earlier, Rhea couldn’t shake the weight of everything.

The guilt was starting to creep up again, but so was the pull toward Jey. They had been sneaking around for months now, but each time felt more dangerous. And with Damian asleep and the quiet settling over the room, temptation was rising once more.

Rhea took a deep breath, stealing one last glance at Damian to make sure he was still asleep, and then quietly slipped off the bed. She tiptoed toward the door, her heart racing as she carefully turned the handle and stepped out into the hallway. The suite was large, with Jey’s room just down the hall, but every step she took felt like a risk.

As she reached Jey’s room, she tapped lightly on the door. It opened almost instantly, as if Jey had been waiting for her. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that mirrored the conflict she felt inside. He stepped aside, letting her in.

Inside the dim room, the tension between them was immediate. They stood there in silence, the weight of their actions hanging in the air like a storm cloud about to burst. Jey’s eyes flicked down to Rhea’s hand, and without a word, she reached up and slid off her wedding ring. The simple band felt heavy in her fingers, and for a moment, she hesitated, staring at it before placing it on the small table by the door.

Jey watched her, his own conflict playing out across his face. After a moment, he followed her lead, slowly removing his own wedding ring and setting it beside hers. It was a quiet, unspoken acknowledgement of what they were doing—crossing a line that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

"I’ve been thinking about you all day," Rhea admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m trying not to think about you," he said, his tone heavy with guilt. "But it’s getting harder."

Rhea stepped closer, her heart pounding. "We’ve already gone this far."

Jey let out a slow breath, his mind flashing to his wife back home, completely oblivious to the affair that was consuming him. He was torn, battling between his feelings for Rhea and the life he’d built outside of wrestling. He glanced down at his bare finger where his ring had been just moments ago. The guilt weighed heavily on him, but so did his desire for her.

"We can’t keep doing this," Jey muttered, his voice rough. "It’s gonna catch up with us, you know that, right?"

Rhea’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile. "Maybe," she whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. "But right now... I don’t care."

Jey’s heart hammered in his chest. He knew he should walk away. He should stop this before it went any further. But with Rhea standing so close, her breath warm against his skin, his resolve crumbled.

Without another word, the distance between them disappeared. They both knew the risks, knew what they were putting on the line, but neither of them could resist. As they came together, it felt like everything else faded away. For now, in this stolen moment, nothing else mattered.

As Rhea and Jey closed the distance between them, the tension that had been building all day reached its breaking point. Their eyes locked in a gaze that was both intense and desperate, and all their doubts seemed to melt away in the moment.

Jey's hands gently cupped Rhea's face, his thumbs brushing softly against her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the warmth of his hands. Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, filled with the hunger and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as their bodies pressed together. Jey's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Rhea responded eagerly, her hands roaming up to tangle in his hair as she lost herself in the moment.

They moved together with a sense of familiarity, their urgency tempered by the need to stay quiet. Every sound was muffled, their breaths shallow as they tried to remain silent to avoid waking Damian, who was just a room away.

Rhea was dressed in an oversized shirt and loungers, her casual attire only enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Jey's hands roamed over her shirt, pushing it up slightly as he kissed her neck, his lips grazing her skin with a mix of tenderness and desire.

He carefully guided Rhea toward the bed, both of them acutely aware of the need for discretion. As they lowered themselves onto the mattress, the soft rustling of the bedclothes was the only sound, blending with their quiet, passionate whispers.

Their clothes were shed with a mix of haste and reverence, every movement calculated to keep noise to a minimum. Rhea's shirt was pushed up and Jey's shirt was removed as they worked to disrobe as quietly as possible. The intimacy between them was both fierce and gentle, a reflection of the complicated emotions that had led them to this point.

Every touch, every kiss was a reminder of their connection, the urgency of their desire contrasted with the need for silence. They were lost in each other, their shared passion overpowering the guilt and conflict that had been gnawing at them.

[alreadyblondenow]

Lost

Pairing: Dr. Jaehyun x Female Reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, broken marriage, smut, fluff, angst?

Warnings: Unprotected sex, protected sex, mentions of divorce, broken marriage, fighting, mentions of hospital, slight car accident but not major (please if you have trauma DONT READ).

Note: This story is not finished and not proofread. I think I’ll make a poll or voting to finish the story???????? If y’all are interested to the story so much.

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“I’m fine, really” you faked a laugh in front of your co workers and told them you could leave with them already but the nurses around you strongly disagrees.

“The company will pay for everything. Treat this place as… 5 star hotel” your friend jokes, she knew how you’ve been overworking these past few days and they are all witnesses.

“Well if the patient wants to go despite her weak condition, she can. But I’ll tell you this, she will struggle for the next days at work and we will meet again”

The handsome doctor enters the scene and smiled handsomely at you. Dr. Jeong Jaehyun. He’s here at the emergency room for his internship, “you’re in good hands” he said.

Ever since that day Dr. Jaehyun was on the lookout for you and has been your company during your stay at the hospital. And when you got discharged, on the same day, he took you on a date.

And the rest is history.

Grew more and more in love with each other, became a huge part of each other’s lives, celebrated victories together and even became each other’s support in times of need it was a beautiful relationship, something rare and unique. And you both knew that it will be the two of you until the end.

“I can pick you up if you’re too sleepy to drive” you tell your boyfriend through the phone, telling him you miss him and that you can pick him up. He just got off from his 10 hour long shift and he was telling you how tired he was. “I’ll be there in a matter of minutes” you added

“But you’re tired too” he said.

“Not as tired as you are. Come on,” eventually Jaehyun gave up and let you pick hin up from the hospital. The sun was about to come out while you’re on your way to him, and when you arrived he was already waiting outside. Waiting for you to come out of your car and give him a warm hug and kiss. Of course you were excited to see him and be with him too. So you ran and Jaehyun spread his arms wide to welcome your warm hug.

“I’m not tired anymore, seeing you gave me energy,” he said but his eyes were obviously tired. You just smiled at him and kissed him softly. “Wow. I really feel like I can run 100 laps—“

“Okay. Whatever you say” you giggle and pushed him towards your car.

During the short drive, Jaehyun already slept like a baby and you can’t help but try to be a better and steady driver for he’s a light sleeper. You can’t ruin his sleep. When you arrived at your place, he was already awake but still sleepy, like he was thinking about something that happened earlier.

“It’s my first time seeing a dead body today. I got pale in instant,” he sighed and grabbed his stuff before you can even comfort him. Thinking maybe he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but deep inside you wanted to comfort him.

Jaehyun being a sweet and caring boyfriend… sometimes that is the problem in your relationship.

He didn’t want to share his struggles with you because he thinks he’s making you uncomfortable and he didn’t want you to worry because of him. It’s a work in progress but Jaehyun is a hard job, you thought.

“You know that I’m here to listen right?” You said to him while you watch him brush his teeth. You can see that he’s blushing, his ears were all red and he was smiling while brushing his teeth. And by the time he’s done, he kissed you with his minty lips and walked you towards your bed.

“Well, that’s good morning for me” he said with a sweet smile, hands creeping at the hem of your shirt until they’re inside already. Touching you softly.

“I think we had sex the other morning too?” You giggle while he’s busy kissing your neck. “Want me to ride you instead? You looked really tired,”

“Who says were having sex this morning?” He teased you while touching your boobs gently and making your nipples hard.

Then he stopped and rest his head on your chest. He got up he looked frustrated out of nowhere and you wonder why. Maybe its what he said earlier? Or maybe he just realized that he’s using you now to keep his mind off of things- which is something he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be using you, he was supposed to be honest. But he can’t gather or muster his bravery to show you this side of him. He didn’t want you to him so weak and vulnerable.

Thinking maybe you’ll love him less.

“I’m sorry if I’m too busy these days. To be honest I feel like… I come home to you every morning and I lure you to have sex with me— and I feel like sometimes I’m just using you for stress relief “

And that’s it. That’s all the honesty he could get out of his system.

“You’re not” you said sweetly and pat his side of the bed to make him lie beside you. He did what you said, now he’s staring blankly at the ceiling, and you disturb him by hugging him and resting you head on his chest. He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers and went apologizing again.

“Breakfast?” You tried and cheer him up, thinking maybe you can change his mood. You see that he’s trying, he smiled and kissed your forehead before he tells you,

“I love you. I’m fine, maybe I’m just tired” he never let go of your hand, “Can we hug until I sleep? I know you just woke up and you’re about to start your day. But this is the only time I could be with you,”

“Oh Jaehyun, of course” you came closer and wrapped your arms around him. For a moment there you fall asleep too, and by that time, Jaehyun was sleeping so deeply but his arms were still wrapped around yours. You kissed him on the forehead and tried not to wake him as you got up. But you remember what he told you earlier, a part of his struggle but he never shared it with you.

So because of that, you came back to bed and hugged him tighter. Jaehyun needs you right now, and you can’t let him face his struggles alone.

“I know what you’re doing. Thank you for staying” Jaehyun says with a sleepy voice, he wasn’t fully awake but he somehow got the feeling that you wanted to stay with him today.

When he woke up, you spent some quality time with each other. Catching up with stories after stories, you two even planned a vacation because you two realized you both needed it. In other words, it was a sweet time with Jaehyun. It’s good to show your partner how much he means to you, and of course, Jaehyun was happy for this beautiful time too.

“What will I do without you?” He joked and kissed you on the lips.

5 years later

He was the first person you could think of but the last person you wanted to see. You knew that you needed help today, you knew that you could have called anyone but him… but you did it anyway.

“Are you okay? — yah! Answer me, are you crazy!”

Jaehyun yelled at you in the middle of the road, worried sick because you got into an accident and hit your car on a tree. It was because you haven’t gotten enough sleep. Actually, you haven’t been sleeping right for a week already.

“Can you at least be kinder and more gentle? For goodness sakes Jaehyun, I got into an accident”

“That’s the point—“ he let out a heavy sigh before soothing your back and being thankful that you’re safe. “Are you sure nothing hurts? Let’s go to the hospital—“

Where? The hospital that kept you from me? The hospital who took you away from me and ruined our marriage? No thank you.

“I’m fine. Really. I-Im sorry I don’t know who to call earlier” You said and Jaehyun just looked at you. Maybe it will really take years to finally adjust and be completely out of each other’s lives.

The separation broke your hearts and quite frankly brought a great change in your lives. But what can you do? The married life is not for you or Jaehyun so you decided to on separate ways.

But that’s what you thought. You thought by separating, you can finally put an end to Jaehyun’s pain but little did you know, your husband is struggling too. Jaehyun may look handsome from head to toe, he may look so composed all the time, but the man’s heart is still in pain because of you. It pains him that you left, it pains that he can’t do something to fix your relationship, it pains him that he lost you completely.

While Jaehyun drives quietly, you can’t help but notice his ring finger. The mark from his wedding ring was still there, maybe he removed it while on his way to you earlier. But honestly it bothers you more that Jaehyun is still longing for your marriage still.

As he continues to drive quietly until he reaches your place, he suddenly felt sick and broken hearted once again. This was once his home too.

“You know we can split the money if we sell the apartment-“ you started but Jaehyun cut you off.

“The apartment is yours. You bought it and I just crash in with you and gave you a hard time during our marriage” he said.

“When will you sign the divorce papers?” You changed the subject.

“It’s getting late you should go” he changed it again. Avoiding the topic of being divorced. That has been Jaehyun’s ultimate goal whenever you remind him of the reality and or whenever the people around him ask about you.

Before you two get married

You almost tripped in the dark while Jaehyun was aggressively kissing you towards his bed. It felt cold the whole day, but Jaehyun’s touch sure did warmed you up, his lips comforted you, his smiles in between kisses made the butterflies in your stomach flap their pretty wings. What is it with man?

“I love you” he whispered and stopped the kiss. Loving how you look under the moonlight that shines perfectly from his window.

“Funny because I was thinking the same thing- I love you too”

And that was the start of your new chapter in life with Jaehyun. You bought a new place and moved in with him. You get to know every single detail about him, physically and emotionally. You learned how to support each other in all the things that you do, no matter how big or small. You matured together and be better for each other.

It was a perfect relationship and you couldn’t ask for more.

“I will be gone for a couple of weeks, it’s a great opportunity to prove what I can do”

He said in a very soft tone. The rain was soothing and so is the song that Jaehyun played as you two enjoy the weather in bed.

“Well, I’ll be here. You’re going to be great- I’ll miss you like crazy but we’ll have more sweeter days when you get back”

He smiled when he heard your words, blushes like crazy as he flashes his handsome smile and started kissing you. His hand cupping you face, pulling you closer to him until there’s no more space in between you two.

While he was away, your days were normal and you didn’t even feel alone in your shared apartment because Jaehyun left lovely notes around. On top of that, he calls you whenever he can and you excitedly answer it every time.

“I miss you. I’m counting down the days until I see you again and I promise you I will stick to you like crazy glue”

“Oh Jae you don’t have to do that” you giggled, “but I’d love that— by the way your mom called, he was asking about you. Have you heard from her?”

“We’ll actually, I didn’t want to lie to you. It was just me forcing her to call you- Aren’t you lonely? Plus you two never bond”

“We can bond together when you get back. I’m fine honestly” you said assuring him with the truth.

This great physical distance between you and Jaehyun just simply prooved that you’re both crazy with each other and that the love you have right now is real. Of course Jaehyun surprised you when got back. You were surprised that you were speechless and threw your arms around him and showered him with kisses which led you two on the clean and cold kitchen floor, making out like there’s no tomorrow. Whispering “i missed you so much” and “i missed you too” over and over again until you both got tired and ended up laughing while staring at the ceiling, hands intertwined and feeling each other’s warmth again.

“You got thin… baby, what kind of work were you doing back there?” You said with a worried tone, trying to get out from Jaehyun’s tight embrace but he wouldn’t let you.

“I’m fine. So what do we have for dinner? Are you part of the menu?” He said with closed eyes, obviously he’s tired but he was fighting it so he could enjoy this moment for you.

“Well I wasn’t ready tonight, but I can cook real quick. You can rest for a bit, yeah?” You smiled weakly and raked his hair away from his face, waiting for him to answer and open his eyes.

“Sounds like a plan” he said and quickly you two got up from the cold floor and started working around the kitchen. But by the time that you were done preparing him dinner, Jaehyun was already in deep sleep in your shared bedroom. He was so tired that he forgot to change clothes and so you did the honors, kissing him softly and hugging him as you doze off beside him.

On the next day, Jaehyun woke up with a growling stomach and immediately felt sorry because he dozed off without a warning last night. He thought maybe you’re mad about it but your embrace says otherwise. So he dropped the disappointment and admired your face while you’re sleeping and looked at your hand long and hard.

Secretly he got out of bed and went to his unpacked stuff for the ring.

He kneeled on the carpeted floor and reached for your hand, kissed it until you wake up and hopefully you won’t punch him by the time you realize what he was doing.

“Jaehyun—“

“I know- I know it’s out of our plans and we never talked about marriage yet. But Y/n, I love you—“

“Yes! I’ll marry you, Jaehyun! YES!” You cut him off with your answer and showered him with kisses. Putting him on top of you after he finally put the ring on your finger.

A week after you handed him the divorce papers

He was still in his usual all black office attire when you arrived at your shared apartment, you figured he waited for you again.

You caught him fidgeting his wedding ring while sitting quietly on the couch with no lights on, just the perfect city lights illuminating the room. But the mood and the atmosphere of the place was so heavy and depressing, he just looked at you coldly while you put your keys on the table and make your way to the dressing room to change.

You thought that this night will be full of arguing again but you were wrong. He was quiet this time and didn’t even say a word, maybe he got tired from all the fighting and shouting these past few days. Maybe he’s finally signing the divorce papers.

It’s been three months since you last slept in one bed together.

Six months since the last kiss that you shared. And almost a year since you last had sex.

You wish you could fix your marriage but everything is too late you believe. There’s no point in pointing fingers, you knew you’re both at fault. But now that you’ve totally given up with your marriage, somehow you feel guilty, somehow you feel like you’re the bad person even tho you were the one who got hurt a lot in this marriage.

“Baby, let’s talk” Jaehyun said but you just ignored him. Just as you thought that Jaehyun will leave you alone for tonight, you were wrong.

While you were cleaning your face, Jaehyun quietly leaned on the door frame and waiting for you to finish. He was not saying anything, and he was just standing there. Just standing and looking at the floor.

“Good night” You said and tried to pass but he stopped you.

“Do you know the main reason why I married you?” He started and finally breaking his silence, “it’s because I never want to loose you and be away from you- I never want to be erased in your life, I wanted to keep you. Forever”

“Can we have one peaceful night, Jaehyun? Just for tonight”

“No. I will fight for our marriage even though you’re obviously so done with it already”

“Well you could have fought for us a long time ago! But you chose to be alone! We were already in the middle of a broken marriage! When was the last time you said you love me? Or even kissed me? The last time we had sex — I feel like I was with a different man!”

Then Jaehyun was silent again. You turned your back and wished for him to go away, but he came closer to you. You can feel his hot breath on your nape and feel your heart beat faster.

He started kissing your shoulders all the way up to your nape. It was good actually. But you cant be weak just because of his lips and so you said, “don’t do this” even though you don’t want him to stop. Deep inside, what you really wanted to say was “don’t stop. I missed this”

“I’m sorry. I really mean it. Come back to me, please. I’m sorry” he said in a very sexy tone, while kissing you. You turned around to see if he was sincere, and you see him in tears. Continuously longing for your warmth and forgiveness.

And so you returned the kiss, but this has consequences. You promised to yourself that this will be the last time. And you will eagerly find the courage to move out and leave him. Officially.

Jaehyun motioned you to your shared room, kissing you endlessly and holding you closer even though there’s no more space between you two. He was that desperate not to lose you anymore. He was gentle and soft the whole time, almost as if he had brought you back in the past when you’re still a happy couple.

You felt his hand slip inside your thin shorts, enough to let you know whats about to happen next. You helped him removed his clothes, he did yours too. And the whole time he thought that you were loving this, but the truth is you were just horny at the moment.

He started by kissing you softly, all the way down to your lower abdomen and finally on your very wet sex. You felt Jaehyun’s hot tongue go up and down on your slit oh so slowly, gripping your thigh and trying to stop them from moving. He once again met your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. This time his hands were all over your body, kneading your boobs and pinching your nipples just how you like it.

Oh it feels good you thought. You can’t remember the last time Jaehyun was like this in bed.

“I’m sorry” he whispered. Making sure that you’re still on the same page before he continues.

He was waiting for your response. Kissing you softly and whispering his apologies, holding you tenderly and letting you know that he’s sincere. “It hurts me Y/n. It hurts me that our marriage is falling apart. Let me win you back please-“

You cut him off with a hungry kiss. Holding him by the nape and drying his tears away. But just as you were about to reach in for another kiss, he slammed his cock in your hole and made you grip his shoulders and moan so loud. Oh how you’ve missed this.

“Condom” you quickly reached for the bedside drawer and opened one packet, not knowing that Jaehyun got offended with your actions…

Condom? He said to himself. I’m your husband, I’m not a hookup.

“Hey, you okay?” You disturbed his thoughts.

But Jaehyun knew better than killing the vibe and stopping what you’re doing right now. He didn’t want to spark up another fight, he was just about to win you again and he will not risk it. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you looked so beautiful” he said and planted a kiss on your cheek before he slowly removed his cock for the condom.

Making you feel his thick and veiny cock again. Slowly, Jaehyun fucked you well that you felt dizzy and on high the whole time. He folded your knees and spread it good so he can reach more inside of you, not letting go of your lips, he catches every breath and every moan you make.

You reached for his hand, which made Jaehyun smile, he let you grip his hands even if it hurts him already. He didn’t care, he was thankful enough that you’re holding him. When the feeling was too much, you started kissing Jaehyun’s hand, sucking his fingers slowly. When Jaehyun felt good and became really turned on because of what you were doing, he pulled out and flip you on your stomach and thrust again while gripping your ass so hard.

“Jaehyun fuck— I’m weak” he reach for your arms to keep you close to him, skin to skin, your back on Jaehyun’s chest. It felt so good. He even doubled the pleasure by reaching down to your wet pussy and run his fingers on your slit to stimulate you. “That’s too much” You said but you were too weak at this point that you landed on the mattress and get away from Jaehyun’s grip.

“You came already. I thought we were gonna cum together?” He asked in sweet tone while kissing your back, hands still moving around your body, kneading your boobs, pinching your nipples. You love it.

“You’re so tight in this position-“ Jaehyun said and continue fucking you again. Spreading your legs from behind and fucking you hard. Even harder than earlier that your face is buried in your white sheets and gripping it tight for you are so overstimulated already.

When Jaehyun finally came, he pulled and removed the condom before pumping his cock and feel his hot cum land on your skin. You can tell that Jaehyun wanted another round with you. But all he can say was he was aware that you two haven’t had good sex for months.

“It’s just that I know that were not okay, and I didn’t think that sex will fix anything. I was afraid I’d annoy you even more. I was giving you space- I’ve had enough of giving Y/n. I want to take you back”

You feel bad about the condom and you realized what you just made him do while you were listening to what he was saying. You covered your face with your arm and said sorry over and over again. How could you treat him like this? Was asking for divorce wasn’t enough that you had to hurt him in bed like this too?

“You did nothing wrong. We can go for another round without one if you want” he smiled and planted kisses on your face. Tears started falling from Jaehyun’s eyes and you were quick to dry them.

“I feel so lost Y/n. Come back to me” he finally said it, reaching for your bedside drawer to get your wedding ring and make you wear it again. He kissed your hand. Over and over again. And you can see that Jaehyun really cares for your marriage.

But that didn’t change anything.

A week after, Jaehyun found the divorce papers on the dining table and felt his heart break over and over again. How could you do this, he thought. He knew that sex wasn’t the answer to fix your marriage, but wasn’t his sincerity enough? He showed you he couldn’t live without you. He said his heart was still full of love for you. He even admitted that he was lost and he needed saving.

When you got home one night, Jaehyun was nowhere to be found. His things were gone, half of the apartment was empty but the divorce papers were still unsigned. You well knew that you hurt him so much this time.

Later that night, he called you. He was drunk and wasn’t in his right mind. Of course you were worried sick but he was eager to give the space you’ve been asking for.

“Come home- at least for tonight. Where are you? I’ll pick you up”

“No. You wanted this. I’m giving it to you- what have I done wrong?” He said in his drunken state, cursing his life every minute, trying so hard to stay up while downing bottles of liquor.

When he ended the call, you went out immediately to find him. Went to every bar you knew and hope that he’s there, you got lucky at your sixth try. The bar was closing already and Jaehyun was sleeping on the table, your heart broke when you suddenly remembered that you put him into this position and your heart broke once again when you saw the tissue on the table, with a note that says.

“Call my wife”

When you brought him home safe and sound, Jaehyun was still drunk and wasn’t aware of his surroundings. He was crying and was still asking for more alcohol like he was still at the bar, little did he know his home and you’ve already taken care of him.

“Don’t go” he murmurs. “Stay for the last time” he said with tears in his closed eyes.

You gave in to his request, tucked him in bed and lay beside him. He was not a stranger but he’s about to become one. You try to forget how warm he feels whenever he hugs you, you try to forget how he usually helps you relieve your stress in just one hug, you try to forget the old Jaehyun that you long for so much. The one that was long gone already.

“You changed Jae, that’s what you did wrong” you whispered and planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing that he is already in deep sleep.

Present day

It been a week since the accident and you don’t know what happened but Jaehyun got his bravery back again. One night, you got home from work and you see fresh flowers in the middle of the dining table. You figured maybe Jaehyun visited while you were at work. But his intention was not to visit the place, but to help you take care of yourself. He bought grocery supplies and checked the place. He figured you didn’t have time for these because you were so busy.

One time, he knew that you were working from home and he ordered food for you. You were surprised by the sudden food delivery but nonetheless you were happy because you were starving already.

“Okay, what’s the catch?” You finally called him and thanked him for his efforts.

“I’m your husband, I’m just doing my job”

I wish you could have done this before and save our marriage, you thought.

“Hey, I know what you’re thinking. Who knows maybe I can still change your mind?” He joked but he was half serious. “Are you free on Saturday?”

“I’m not going on a date with you”

“It’s mom, she wanted to see us” Jaehyun bit his lower lip and and continued, “we should tell her the truth together. She deserves it. After that…” he let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll sign the papers. And I will be out of your life. Completely”

“We can stay as friends “ you said without hesitation. It was quiet for a moment and you can hear that he’s still at the hospital. Being the good doctor that he is.

You heard him fake a giggle, knowing all too well that what you said hurt him. “We can’t be friends Y/n. I love you too much. Still. It will take years for me to forget you,”

“Just let me love you while I still can” he added.

Before Saturday comes, Jaehyun was making incredible effort for you and if you’re being honest. You’re enjoying it. It was as if you’re newly weds again. There isn’t a day where Jaehyun makes you smile, takes care of you, drive you to work or pick you up,

One night, when the rain was incredibly strong, you prepared a warm bath for him which he liked. Memories overflowing as he takes a bath alone, he remembers many heated moments, sweet talks … and even fights.

“Okay stay still, how was your shower?” You asked him while you dry his hair with a towel.

“Could have been better if you joined me” he joke, you just laughed and hit his shoulder softly. “It was nice, thanks for preparing it for me” he said and wrapped his arms around your waist while you’re standing in between his legs. You knew what he wanted, but you cant be weak again.

“It will be cold tonight, h-how many layers do you want?” You tried avoiding his sweet kisses which eventually he gave up and answered your questions, “three please. And some thick socks, my toes are freezing”

You boop his nose and left him. Bringing back the layers he asked and the pair of socks he asked for. But by the time you got back, he was already sleeping. You were sure the moment you saw him earlier, Jaehyun was tired to the bone but he still managed to pick you up from work, show you a bright smile and well, make your day perfect. When it was your time to rest, and call it a day, after a few minutes Jaehyun joined you in your bed. This bed used to be for two people who loves each other, now its half empty Jaehyun thought.

He noticed you still sleep on your side of the bed, as if you still wait for him to come home and fill in the empty space.

“Jae,” you felt his presence and got up from your comfort, he was about to leave the room to give you privacy, “stay. sleep here, it’s cold outside”

Oh how he wish to hear those words from you to save your marriage.

He almost teared up but he didn’t show you. Instead, he lay beside you, on his side of the bed. It felt like he was home again, especially now that you’re beside him. To be honest, he’s not tired anymore, he didn’t even want to sleep again.

“Comfortable?” You asked him sweetly, pulling the blanket to cover your bodies. Now you’re face to face, and comfortable even though it’s been such a long time since you two shared this bed. The moonlight was perfectly lit in your shared room, and you can’t help but notice how his wedding ring shines because of the moonlight. But Jaehyun didn’t let you ruin the mood, he was quick to pull you closer and remove the ring while you can’t see his hand. And by the time you met eyes again, he made you laugh by saying an old joke you used to tell each other.

Time flies so fast that the sun is already up, telling everyone to start their day. But you and Jaehyun are currently meeting in your dreams right now.

UNFINISHED

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