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[unusualsims]

🎡🌅

[rig0]

i’m still going back and forth on whether to get a new phone this year or just save up for our taiwan trip next year. jowa says i don’t need to upgrade every year, but it’s my call in the end. i’m super pumped for our taiwan trip though, especially for duh, pop mart! 😂

[queseraphita]

I dont know what most people settled with as their go to weapon in this game i know i chose cricket path and then proceeded to assemble to puppet solider's blade + brambled(?) curved sword handle

[eyepatchdate]

gonna do the true neutral (or whatever tf you want to call it) smtv ending next. really annoyed that you only unlock special miracles if your alignment matches the ending you get. PLUS also very annoyed that if you do newborn ng+ you lose all the best miracles. its so maddening.

[whyvaine]

serenade for someone else— sophia laforteza

𝄞 pairing: sophia x reader

𝄞 synopsis: y/n loves sophia, but sophia can’t accept herself. a harana from y/n’s brother stirs complicated feelings under the stars

y/n had been in love with sophia since the first week of freshman year.

it wasn’t dramatic. there was no falling at first sight, no fireworks. just a slow, quiet unfolding. it started with a glance. sophia standing in front of the whiteboard, mumbling her name during introductions, voice barely audible. she had short, neat hair back then, a silver hairclip tucked behind one ear, and a voice that cracked when she spoke too fast.

y/n was a goner.

the crush bloomed quietly. in the background of late night study sessions and empty hallways. in moments no one else seemed to notice like the way sophia twirled her pen when she was thinking, or how her nose crinkled when she was stuck on a problem.

y/n watched and kept her feelings tucked into the margins of notebooks.

because sophia didn’t seem like the kind of girl who wanted to be looked at by other girls.

she flinched at locker graffiti that said “gay.” she laughed a little too loudly when someone joked about two girls holding hands. she brushed off compliments from girls like they were mosquitoes, unwanted and fleeting.

—————————————————————————

“i’m gonna do it,” her brother said one afternoon, bouncing a basketball between his hands. “i’m gonna tell sophia i like her.”

y/n blinked. her breath caught in her throat.

he was sweet. charming in the way boys always were when they didn’t realize how much they had. he had no idea. he never noticed.

she kept her voice even. “what are you gonna do?”

he grinned. “harana. you’ll play for me, right?”

of course. she always played.

they’d done it since they were kids, classic duets for cousins’ birthdays, little love songs at family parties. their dad used to joke that they were a built in serenade package.

y/n’s heart felt like it shrank. like it folded in on itself.

but she smiled anyway.

“yeah,” she said. “sure.”

—————————————————————————

that night, they stood outside sophia’s house just after nine. it was quiet. wind brushing against y/n’s arms, cold against her sleeves. stars scattered across the sky.

her brother nudged her. “you good?”

y/n forced a smile and nodded.

she adjusted the strap of her guitar, fingers trembling as they settled into position. the strings buzzed softly under her touch. it felt like her lungs were wrapped in thread, tight, pulsing, about to snap.

and then-

“puno ang langit ng bituin, at kay lamig pa ng hangin…”

his voice was warm. steady. perfect.

and y/n just played. automatic. her hands moved from muscle memory, but her brain was a storm. thoughts crashing against each other like waves.

don’t look up. keep playing. breathe.

���sa ’yong tingin, ako’y nababaliw, giliw…”

but she looked.

and sophia was there.

on her balcony. her hair loose, slightly messy. eyes wide and unsure.

she was staring at y/n’s brother.

but then she looked at y/n.

something in her expression cracked because y/n’s tears were falling. quiet. unannounced. streaking down her cheeks as her fingers kept moving.

she looked away fast. hoped sophia didn’t see. but she had.

when the last note faded and her brother stepped forward, heart in his throat, and said,

“so… what do you think?”

sophia hesitated for half a second.

then smiled and nodded.

—————————————————————————

her brother screamed into a pillow that night. full joy. full disbelief.

“she said yes, dude! she said yes!”

y/n laughed. or something close to it. her throat felt dry. her fingers still ached from pressing too hard on the strings.

she told him, “you two are cute.”

and she meant it. in some way. some far, buried way.

—————————————————————————

a few houses down, sophia sat alone in her room.

the hoodie still smelled like detergent. her fingers were curled tight into the sleeves. she kept thinking about the look on y/n’s face. the tears. the way her hands shook on the guitar.

and something inside her wouldn’t quiet down.

because she’d seen it now. seen her and for the first time in a long time, sophia couldn’t tell if the shiver in her spine was fear or something much, much closer to longing.

—————————————————————————

flashback. sophomore year.

sophia sat behind y/n in bio. the room was cold. her pencil broke halfway through the quiz.

y/n passed her one without looking back.

when class ended, y/n turned slightly. “you okay?”

sophia’s throat tightened. “yeah. just forgot to study.”

y/n smiled. warm. gentle. kind.

sophia looked away. forced a laugh.

“you’re too good at this, nerd.”

and y/n just grinned. “thanks.”

sophia’s face burned for an hour.

—————————————————————————

flashback. junior year.

they got paired for a school project. ended up working in the library every afternoon for a week. sophia caught herself watching the way y/n tapped her pencil when she was deep in thought. noticed how her lips moved when she read quietly. she wondered what it’d be like to hold her hand.

but she never asked.

instead, she skipped the last day. left y/n with the rest of the work. made some excuse about a dentist appointment.

because it was easier to run.

—————————————————————————

now

y/n lay in bed. headphones in. guitar on the floor beside her. the strings were still out of tune.

she hit play on the same song again.

“puno ang langit ng bituin…”

she thought maybe just maybe if she listened enough, she’d stop crying when it hit that lyric.

but it never worked.

not yet.

—————————————————————————

[luvbytaerungz]

wrong address, right size | psh | part 2 🔞

pairing: ex sunghoon x ex reader

summary: Seven months. That's how long it's been since you broke up with Park Sunghoon - cold, clean, and full of silence. You told yourself it was for your peace. You didn't want to be someone he'd only make time for when he wasn't too busy building a future for the both of you. But what's a future worth when you're not part of the present?

Now you're single. Horny. Emotionally unwell. And after a wine-fueled group chat rant to your girls, you finally cave and order a dildo online.

Except you accidentally send it to your ex's condo.

You know what they say: if you’re going to commit a crime, do it fast.

Sneak in. Grab the toy. Get out. No eye contact. No closure. No getting dicked down by your dangerously hot ex.

But when you cracked the door open using your old spare key, the lights were already on.

And so was he.

“Wow,” a low voice drawled from the kitchen. “Dito ka pa pala kumakatok.”

Your heart dropped.

There he was.

Park Sunghoon.

In a grey hoodie and loose black sweats, one hand holding a cold beer — the other resting next to a very familiar, unopened brown box on the counter.

Your box.

You blinked. “I thought you weren’t home.”

“Obviously,” he said, raising the bottle to his lips. “Pero dumaan ka pa rin, ha. Didn’t think you’d come all the way just for this.”

“Bakit hindi?” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Gusto ko lang naman kunin ‘yung—”

“The dildo?” he said, full volume.

You shut the door behind you, mortified. “Putangina, pwede ba? Baka marinig pa tayo.”

He smirked. “Sino? Mga kapitbahay? Or sarili mong konsensya?”

“Can you just give it to me?”

Sunghoon leaned against the counter, eyes dark, annoyingly amused. “Bakit, wala ka bang ibang mas magawa?”

You gritted your teeth. “I just want what’s mine.”

“I’m what’s yours,” he said, too casually. “Or I was. Depends kung ilang araw ka pang hindi makatulog dahil sa kakaisip sa akin.”

You froze.

He was baiting you.

This was textbook Park Sunghoon. Confident. Calm. Utterly infuriating.

“I didn’t come here for you.”

“No,” he said. “You came here for something that reminds you of me.”

That made you snap.

“You really think I miss you? That I came here para lang magpaalala sa sarili ko ng kung ano?”

Sunghoon’s smirk disappeared. “Then why’d you send a toy that’s exactly my size to my condo?”

You blinked. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”

“So am I,” he said, his voice low. “But you still came.”

Something in the air cracked.

He took a step forward.

You didn’t move.

“Let me guess,” he continued, eyes scanning your face. “Wala pa ring pumalit sa’kin, no?”

You scoffed. ��Maybe I just didn’t want someone who only knew how to fuck me but not love me.”

That stopped him.

His jaw clenched. His eyes flickered with something unreadable.

“I loved you,” he said, cold.

“No,” you snapped. “You loved building a future for me. Pero hindi mo ako minahal habang ginagawa mo ‘yun.”

Silence.

“Lagi kang busy. I kept waiting. Sa calls, sa plans, sa conversations — pero puro ‘later’, puro ‘konti na lang’. I left because I thought it was okay. Because you didn’t stop me.”

Sunghoon stepped forward again, faster this time. “Akala mo ba okay ako nun?”

You stared.

“Akala mo ba gusto kong mawala ka lang ng ganon?” His voice cracked. “Akala mo ba hindi kita hinintay araw-araw, hoping bumalik ka, o kahit mag-chat ka lang ng ‘putangina mo’—just so I’d know you still cared?”

You swallowed.

He was close now.

Too close.

Then: “Pero hindi. Ang bumalik sa’kin, laruan.”

You opened your mouth to say something — anything — but you were cut off when he stepped even closer and said, “Pwede mo naman akong gamitin ulit, ‘di ba?”

And then he kissed you.

Hard. Desperate. Filthy.

Your body moved before your brain could catch up — one hand in his hair, the other grabbing the front of his hoodie as you kissed back like you’d been starving for him. Because you had.

Seven fucking months.

Seven months of no touch, no closure, no one else who could ruin you the way he could.

And Sunghoon knew it.

He tasted it on your tongue.

You pushed him backward until his legs hit the couch, and then you were straddling him — hoodie pushed up, mouths hot and messy, hands grabbing everything they missed.

“You came for the toy,” he growled, pulling your top over your head.

You nodded breathlessly.

“Well, baby,” he whispered, undoing the waistband of your pants, “you’ll leave with your legs shaking instead.”

And when he pulled you down on his lap — skin to skin, raw and aching — you realized two things:

1. He was still the best you ever had.

2. The toy was nothing compared to the real thing.

And you hadn’t even opened the box yet.

You don’t even remember how your top came off.

One second, you were arguing. The next, Sunghoon’s lips were on your neck — biting, sucking, licking up the skin he once worshipped like religion.

“Missed this,” he murmured, voice gravelly, hands sliding under your waistband, “missed you.”

You gasped when his fingers brushed over your panties, already damp.

“Tangina… basang-basa ka na.”

Your breath hitched.

“Para saan?” he whispered, smirking against your lips. “Sa’kin? O sa laruan mo?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not when his fingers slipped beneath the cloth, parting your folds like muscle memory.

“‘Di ba ‘to ‘yung pekpek na sinasabi mong para lang sa’kin?” he growled, voice husky. “Pero iniwan mo pa rin ako.”

You whimpered. “Hoon…”

“Ilang buwan ka na bang ‘di kinakain?” he asked, eyes dark, cocky as hell. “Gusto mong ulitin natin, baby?”

Before you could speak, he pulled you in — tongue hot and unrelenting, sucking at your bottom lip, fingers teasing but never fully giving.

“Sabihin mo,” he whispered, “sabihin mong gusto mo akong kainin kita.”

You broke.

“Please,” you whispered. “Kainin mo ‘ko, Sunghoon. Tangina, gusto ko na…”

He flipped you over the couch like nothing.

Pulled your pants and underwear down in one smooth move.

Then—

His tongue.

His mouth.

Warm. Sloppy. Devoted.

He licked into you like a man deprived — like he’d gone to hell and back and this was his reward.

“Putangina…” he moaned against your cunt, fingers spreading you open. “Lasang langit.”

Your thighs shook.

He licked you through it — every twitch, every cry, every buck of your hips.

And just when you thought he’d stop—

“Turn around,” he said, voice rough. “Gusto kitang tirahin habang hawak ko ‘tong laruang binili mo.”

You blinked. “What—?”

But he was already opening the box.

Already pulling out the massive dildo with a mocking grin.

“Ganito kalaki gusto mo?” he teased, running the tip of it along your thigh. “Seryoso ka sa’kin, baby. Pinagkakitaan mo pa ‘ko sa Shopee.”

You were flushed from head to toe. “Gago ka talaga—”

He stepped closer. Pressed his cock to your entrance.

“No need for this fake shit,” he growled, throwing the toy on the couch. “Mas masarap pa rin ‘yung totoo.”

And when he slammed into you — bare, raw, deep — you screamed.

“Putangina, Sunghoon!”

“‘Yan ba gusto mo?” he growled, holding your hips as he fucked into you from behind. “Yung kantot na galing sa lalaking iniwan mo?”

Your body rocked forward with every thrust. Your moans got higher. Your legs shook harder.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out just to flip you over — pinned your hands above your head on the couch as he lined himself back up.

“Missed seeing this face,” he murmured, thrusting deep. “Yung mukha mong nilalabasan, ‘yung bibig mong humihingi pa…”

He fucked you through it — long, deep strokes that filled you in ways no toy ever could.

You wrapped your legs around him. Pulled him closer. Held him like you never let go.

It was all too much.

You came again.

And again.

And when you were trembling, boneless, gasping his name like a prayer—

Sunghoon pulled out and came on your stomach with a guttural moan, eyes locked on yours, panting.

⸻

10 minutes later.

You were still naked.

Sunghoon, now shirtless and in boxers, came back from the kitchen holding a towel and a water bottle.

“Tangina,” you mumbled, legs spread over the couch, “I can’t feel my hips.”

He smirked. “Hindi pa nga tayo tapos, babe.”

You stared.

He leaned in, fingers ghosting over your thigh. “Di ba sabi mo gusto mong gamitin ‘yung laruan?”

You blinked. “Hoon—”

“Gusto kong makita kung paano ka mababaliw habang finifinger kita gamit ‘yan…” he whispered, reaching for the dildo, “habang kinakain pa rin kita.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Your body? Already spread open.

You didn’t stop him when he knelt in front of the couch again.

Didn’t stop him when he slid the toy inside — slow, teasing, eyes locked on you.

And when his mouth met your clit again, tongue swirling, his voice low and filthy against your heat?

“Putangina. Tignan mo sarili mo, baby. Ganyan ka ba kapag naglalaro mag-isa? Or para lang sa’kin ‘yan?”

You came again.

Screaming. Clawing. Crying his name.

Barely catching your breath, you were dragged, unwillingly yet eagerly, into a new arena: the kitchen counter. The cool granite now became the stage for the next fierce chapter of your reunion.

Sunghoon, never missing a beat, swept you up—this time, positioning you so that you lay spread across the counter. He pulled you close, his hands firm on your waist as he resumed his unyielding assault.

“Dito tayo, baby. I want to see every reaction mo,” he murmured, voice thick with desire and a teasing challenge. “Huwag kang mahiya. Ako ang bahala.”

His words, laced with dark humor and tender cruelty, sent shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself losing control as he alternated between deep, assertive thrusts and slower, more deliberate caresses that made every nerve ignite. In between, you found brief moments to gasp out dirty exclamations:

“Sunghoon! Mas… masyado kang gago!” you cried out, the blend of pain and pleasure making your voice crack.

“Gago ako? E di ikaw!” he shot back with a smirk as he adjusted his grip, ensuring that every touch hit that nerve where bitterness met undeniable longing.

The counter became your canvas as he painted vivid streaks of passion on your body. His kisses deepened while his hands danced over your skin, exploring every memory and marking new ones—each thrust, a punctuation to the unfinished sentences of your shared past. The raw intensity of your lovemaking spilled over in a cascade of labored breaths and panting declarations.

Between movements, he’d pause to whisper, “Ayoko ng laruan, baby. Ang totoo, ikaw lang ang gusto kong gamitin. I want everything—ang sakit, ang saya, at lahat ng ‘yun.” And every time you nodded or moaned in agreement, you felt a piece of the past peel away, leaving behind a glimpse of something new—vulnerable, desperate, and exquisitely real.

It wasn’t just physical anymore. With each repeated, breath-stealing moment on that cold counter, old hurts were acknowledged, and a part of you both admitted that the fire might just be the spark for a new beginning.

When you reached that shattering climax—a moment where time seemed to split and the taste of each other became your reality—you cried out his name. The air was filled with the mingled scents of sweat, desire, and a fragile sort of hope.

For a long, lingering moment afterward, you both lay there, bodies trembling in the aftermath, the sounds of your heavy breaths and the soft hum of the city outside wrapping around you. In that silent pause, it was as if everything that was unspoken had finally found its voice.

©️luvbytaerungz 2025

taglist: @pocketzlocket @sovlidago

[missgraylock]

Redemption Arc

Summary: Your boyfriend Minghao catches you flirting with DK in the wardrobe after the Happy Burstday stage. You’ll have to work really hard to make up for your unacceptable behavior.

���・・・・

This steamy one-shot is inspired by DK's ripped jeans on the Burstday stage on Jamsu Bridge (yes really), but Minghao steals the show. It's not proof read, and English is not my first language.

I would love to get feedback, so feel free to leave it in the comments!

pairing: idol Minghao x fem reader, feat. idol DK genre: smut word count: 1,8k rating: 18+ minors dni warnings: mean dom! Minghao, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (m receiving), deep***oating, rim**ng, degredation, spitting, voyuerism (m wathcing), pet name (baobei, papa), hair pulling.

divider by: @cafekitsune

Masterlist

“Did you really think you could get away with it?”

You were alone in the back seat of the company van with Minghao, propped up on his lap. 

“I-I was only joking around papa!” you exclaim, trying to sound apologetical. 

His long fingers were already underneath your top, his fingertips closed around your left nipple.

He pinches it and you stifle a yelp, trying to not draw the attention from the other members in front of you. Most of them have already nodded off, exhausted from tonight’s performance.

“I saw your hand go through the rip in Seokmin’s jeans. Don’t lie to me and make this any worse than it already is for you”. 

He rolls your stiffening nipple with an increasingly firm grip now, leaning into your ear.

“You have no idea what’s awaiting you when we get back home. Disrespecting your papa like this”. His tone is ice cold, and you can feel a shiver down your spine—your heart beating hard and fast in your chest. You pliantly lean back against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as his other hand grips the inside of your thigh. You’re already shaking with anticipation and the uncertainty of how this night will develop with your vindictive man.

—---

As you exit the car outside your building, Hao places a firm hand on your neck—leading you towards the door. His silence and averted gaze makes your heart race.

As soon as you enter your home, he pushes you down to your knees on the floor. 

“Open your mouth baobei.” His voice is cold and commanding.

You kneel and look up at him expectantly, thinking he’ll start to unbuckle his belt. He reaches down, grabbing your chin instead. “Tongue out”.

As you reach your tongue out, he leans down with a menacing gaze, and spits slowly into your mouth. Your eyes widen as you feel it coat your tongue. “Swallow like a good girl now”. He closes your mouth, waiting until you’ve swallowed completely. 

“Let’s begin, shall we?” He formulates it as a question, but you already know that you just have to follow along. 

He commands you to undress yourself, as he also takes his own shirt off but leaves his jeans on. You’re now completely naked, kneeling on the kitchen floor. Hao towers over you, grabbing one of your arms and placing it on his defined abs—his face is serious and unforgiving. You can feel his warm skin underneath your touch, as you faintly stroke on the outline of his chiseled abdomen. 

“Hand my belt to me”. Without any hesitation, you start to unbuckle his belt and pull it completely out of his jeans. He grabs it, leans down and you realise what he’s about to do.

He wraps it around your throat, not too tight, but enough for you to feel a light squeeze. 

“I’m tightening it if you misbehave more tonight, understood?”. You nod fast.

“Good, now open your mouth again”.

You sit in anticipation, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

He pulls down his jeans and shorts in one go, stepping out of them. His hard cock bounces against his abdomen, the tip all red and angry. 

He tips his cock forwards towards your lips, wiping his precum off on them. He then pushes the rest of it into your warm mouth, still holding your hair in a firm grip with his right hand. 

“I think I’ve been pretty fair to you so far baobei. Too fair.” As you look up at him and whine, he pushes his cock even further into you, hitting the back of your throat. Your hands squeeze his thighs as you choke. 

“There we go, that’s what a brat like you needs.” His gaze is still dark and determined.

You feel yourself getting wet from his manhandling—heat pooling in your core.

“My cock looks so good down your throat baobei, don’t you think Seokmin would enjoy watching you choke on it?”

You feel a pang of panic. Hao reaches for his phone on the counter, and it dawns on you what he’s about to do next.

He lets go of your hair now and pulls his cock out, letting the tip linger on your lips.

“First of all, what’s your color?”

“Green.” you exhale.

“Good”, he grabs your hair, pulling your mouth back against his tip.

You obey his advance and let it slide into your warm mouth again.

He’s video calling DK, letting you cockwarm him in your mouth simultaneously. 

You can hear DK’s enthusiastic voice on the other end now. “Hao? What’s up.”

“Oh nothing in particular, I just wanted to show you something. I think you’ll appreciate it” Hao says coolly—his cock twitching on the inside of your cheeks. He’s clearly enjoying himself now. 

“Really? What is it?”

Minghao flips the camera around, and a vision of your ruined face appears. 

Your eyes are teary and wide open, streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks. Hao’s girthy cock stretching the sides of your mouth. 

DK’s breath hitches sharply. “What the- holy fuck Hao.”

“So, how does my little slut look?” Hao is smirking now.

“I-I don’t know what to say. She’s uh-” Hao interrupts him.

“I think she’s imagining that it’s your cock down her throat to be honest. She’s a dirty little slut after all”. There’s a slight pause.

“Is that so. Well, I have to admit she looks beautiful like this.”

Your eyes widen at DK’s admission. You can only produce a muffled moan, as Hao’s cock is still prodding at the back of your mouth. Hao has a pleased grin on his face now.

“Hao, do me a favor.” “Yeah?” “Put the phone down, but don’t hang up. I want to watch.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. There had been some innocent flirtation between the two of you before, but you weren’t aware that DK was down for something like this.

“Of course brother,” he places the phone on the kitchen counter, so DK is on full display—he’s got a decent view of you and Hao now. “enjoy the show.”

After fucking your face for what feels like a small eternity, Hao finally pulls it out your abused mouth. 

“You haven’t redeemed yourself quite yet.” He says as he pulls his cock up, placing his smooth balls on your lips. You kiss and lick them gently, as he lets out a loud groan. “I want to make it up to you papa, anything for you.”

“Anything huh,” his heated gaze meets yours, “why don’t we ask Seokmin?”

Hao turns around to the propped up phone, DK watching intently with his hand down his pants. 

“What do you reckon this little slut should do next?”

DK bites his lower lip. 

“What if… you rim him, baby.”

You gasp at his suggestion, looking up at Hao expectantly. 

“That’s an excellent idea”.

Hao turns around, placing his elbows on the counter.

“Let me feel your tongue on me baobei”. 

Hao knew this, but there were a few things that drove you absolutely insane in bed, and rimming him was undoubtedly one of them.

You place your hands on each side of his hips, and push your flat tongue against his puckered hole. He groans in pleasure. 

“That’s it. You’re such a hungry little slut for me”.

Your hands spread him open, and you spit between his cheeks. You dive back in, your tongue swiping up and down in a steady rhythm. 

“Holy fuck, this is so hot” DK chimes in groaning. 

You let one of your hands reach around to find Hao’s hard cock, still coated in your spit. You grip around it and start to stroke him determinedly, while you’re licking his ass from behind. After a while he turns around, sliding a finger in between the belt and your neck, tugging at it slightly.

“I need my cock deep in that pretty pussy of yours now baobei.” You can tell he’s about to burst.

“You don’t deserve the bed though, I’m fucking you right here on the kitchen floor.”

He grabs the belt and drags you forward. You quickly lean forward from your kneeling position, putting your palms in front of you. You’re now on all fours, arching your back—being all pliant for your man in a bid for his forgiveness. 

He gets down on his knees behind you, and you soon feel his tip stroking your slicked up slit from behind.

His patience doesn’t last.

He thrusts hard into you, stretching you out. You can feel the ridges and veins of his rock hard cock drag along your wet walls.

He suddenly pauses, and lays the weight of his chest flush against your back, making both of you slide slightly downwards towards the floor. You’re both hot and sweaty at this point. “Turn your head to the side.”

As you turn your cheek to the side, Hao spits on your face. You let out a surprised yelp.

“Don’t wipe it off. It’s what you deserve.” He leans back up again, swiping his fingers through his damp hair.

As he thrusts harder, he reaches a hand underneath your chest, finding your nipple.

As he pinches and rolls it between his fingertips, you feel your orgasm cresting. It’s wildly intense, rolling through your exhausted body—slicking you up even more.

“You really love being my little slut don’t you. Absolutely disgusting."

You notice how his thrusts become increasingly irregular, his long fingers gripping the plush skin of your hips harder.

“I’m about to fill your pretty pussy now baobei” he groans.

Soon enough you feel his cock twitch as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside you. 

“That’s it, take my load and keep it inside you”.

You whimper as you feel his cum trickling out of your ruined hole.

“You’re not cleaning it up yet. I want it to drip out of you for the rest of the night, making sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

You slide down on the floor fully now, collapsing from exhaustion and pleasure. 

Hao gets up and grabs his phone.

“Now, how did she do Seokmin?”

DK shakes his head slightly. “That was absolutely diabolical Hao, you’re crazy.” DK laughs, and Hao joins him, doing his trademark light giggle.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later brother”. They say goodbye, and Hao hangs up.

—---

You lie in a puddle on the floor, completely ruined by your man. Your redemption is however done.

Minghao easily scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style into the bedroom.

“You did well baobei, I’m proud of you.” His demeanor has completely changed now, his facial expressions softened.

He gently places you on the mattress, leaning down to tuck your damp strands of hair behind your ear. He then slides down next to you, pulling the covers up to both your chests.

“I’ll take care of you tomorrow morning love, let’s just rest up a bit before we shower.”

You feel yourself immediately soften in his arms, your nose nuzzling into his neck. His lips caress you slowly down the side of your cheek.

You close your eyes, basking in the warmth of your lover's protective hold.

“I love you Hao.”

“I love you too baobei.” 

・❥・

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[cuntyhunty22]

Hope again.

Paring : Jackson!oldman!joel x reader

Tags : fluff. Mention of death. Mention of K!ll!ng people. Smut. cum licking. Fingering. (This one is more chill)

Minors don't interact

Description : reader has traveled to Jackson, she has been taken in after a tragedy has happened. Reader is getting adjusted making friendships. Slight enemy to lovers. Age gap.

(No abby (let my man live and be happy) (family is around, just happy)

Idk just a little something I daydreamed about. My old man Joel deserves love.

As always there is a "soundtrack" below of songs that gave me inspiration.

~feedback is ALWAYS appreciated ~

•

The initial outbreak happened over 20 years ago... you were about 10 then.. fast forward to now.. you are 30. You have traveled all over looking for safe refuge. Your mom was the first to go.. then before you reached Jackson right outside the gate your sister died in your arms. You fought so hard to keep her alive. You were definitely the fighter out of the two of you. Better with weapons, better with Fighting people off. The savage of the two. But it was she who was the brains , the oil that made the machine work. You made this journey because you heard rumors of a safe haven out here. You were able by some will of the universe to find someone you knew before the outbreak. She found you while she was on patrol. Raiders took over your camp injuring your sister to where she eventually passed from her wounds. That was a week ago....

•

You've been staying in an extra room at your friends home, Maria mentioned your home would be ready this week. She was more than happy to take you in ,as your friend is apart of the council here in Jackson. Maria was waiting on the contractor and his team to finish one thing in the home you'd be staying in. Jackson has been good to you so far, aside from mourning the passing of your sister. You went for a walk around town just getting comfortable. You've started talking to others here hoping to develop some relationships. The apocalypse can get pretty lonely. The others your age seem pretty chill, so far Dina and Ellie have been your favorite. They were about your sisters age. So maybe that's why. Maria is incredible all about her buisness, and her family. But you still in a way feel like an outsider.. no family.. no partner.. just you.

•

"Hey I am headed to getting food with some of the others would you like to join.!?" Dina asked you. "Hey Dina! Um actually yes I would love that!" She gives you a smile. "Perfect I'm meeting up with them down at the hall I was just heading there now." The hall is probably 5 or so minutes away from where you were. "So what brought you here.?"

"Well my sister and I have been traveling, hopping from place to place. Camps, Qzs, But no where ever felt like home. After our mom passed we never stayed in one place and finally we were just ready to settle down. Have a chance at some type of normalcy. My friend who brought me in, I ran into her while she was on patrol.. she seen the raiders attacking us.. which I know you heard about. What happened and what not which brought the passing of my sister."

Dina looked at you with caring eyes. "I know I'm sorry about her."

"It's okay.. that's life I guess. People die everyday."

"Yeah but it doesn't make it any better. So just you then?"

"Just me."

Once you reached the dining hall it's full. Some people you recognized others you did not.

"Hey guys, I brought someone along. Figured she could use the company.!" Dina introduces you to the others that you haven't met yet. You chatted a bit with everyone, it was nice.. refreshing almost.

You finished up and were about to head home when you seen him. Broad shoulders, curly hair, grey through out it, big brown eyes covered by glasses.. handsome old man.. intimidating but at the same time intriguing. Dina and Ellie notice you staring.

"That's Joel." Ellie says. "He's my-"

"Parental advisor" Dina chimes in.

"Oh-.. wow.. so he's like your dad.?" You felt kinda guilty for even finding him attractive now..

"I guess so. He's just Joel." Ellie shrugs.

"Ah- okay..." you trail off hoping it wasn't as obvious as you felt you checking him out. (Hey it's the apocalypse you don't see many hot men.) "well. (You laugh slightly.) I'm gonna go..."

You go to walk away and as you do you end up running right into Joel. His body like a brick wall.. (But the heat of a man's body made you feel a way. )

"Jesus kid you gon pay attention." Joel scoffs. "Who are you? Have I met you.?"

Joel looks you up and down.

You stutter. ( unusual for you.)

"Hi yeah sorry. No we haven't met."

"Didn't think so.. what you another one we let it.. another house I gotta fix that Maria is on my ass about."

"Jesus well when you put it like that.. Joel is it?" You scoff. Because as handsome as he is. He is being a total dick. If he only knew the week you had.

"Yeah I'm Joel." He cocks his head in curiosity, wondering how you know his name.

"Well ok Joel. Good to meet you I guess." You flip him the middle finger smirking at him.

You turn to tell Ellie Dina and the others goodbye. You notice Dina whispering in Ellie's ear something as you walk away. You feel Joel's eyes on you as you make your way out the door.

Once you got back to your room, your friend told you that you would be moving into your house in the morning. In exchange for your house, you would be doing patrols and whatever else Maria needed. You offered to bartend or cook as well, it would be nice to not have to fight for a while.

•

The next morning

Today you were being moved into the house You didn't have much, but Maria made sure you were gonna be taken care of. It was small. But it was a house. Four walls. Something you haven't had in years. A room. A kitchen. A bathroom. Your friend walks you over, Maria is there to greet you.

"Hello how are you doing.?"

"Good I'm good.. thank you.. really.."

"No need, we take care of one another here. We all know what it's like to be a refuge one way or another."

Joel walks around the corner. You lock eyes. And he's even more good looking in the day light.

"This is Joel.. have you met yet.? Maria asks.

"Yeah we met yesterday." You glare at him. Hoping today maybe he will be a bit nicer. (God please be nice. You're too hot to not be.)

"By that glare you are giving him I'm assuming so."

"We met yesterday at the hall, she was having dinner with Dina and Ellie before she ran into me." Joel pipes in.

You scoff

"Yeah and I said I was sorry and then you proceeded to be a dick. "Oh YoU aRe AnOtHeR OnE.. blah blah old grumpy man mumbles"

"Joel, what did you say to her!? " Maria questions.

"All I said was. Oh she's another one I gotta fix a house for or build somethin for s'all.. ya know you been on me and I been tryin. Wasn't meant to be rude"

"It's not what you said it's how you said it Joel." Maria replies. "Everyone has a story Joel. Everyone deserves a chance. Remember when that was you."

"Yeah... anyway.. if you need anythin or somethin needs fixed.. I'm a few houses down." Joel looks at you as he leaves.

"Sorry about Joel.. he's a little hard headed.. he's been through a lot.. Tommy is his younger brother. Joel is a good man.. just takes time to get under his hard exterior."

(Oh I'd like to see under.. wait no. Bad brain. He's a dick.)

"It's fine. I get it. That's what people say about me too, my sister was the easy going.. and I was the dark and broody."

"Sounds exactly like Joel and Tommy. Anyways I'll let you get settled.. in a few days we will get you on patrol, or whatever you feel comfortable doing. Even though in my opinion I think you need a break. I don't want you trying to do anything to put yourself in jeopardy."

"Sounds good thank you again."

•

Maria and your friend leaves, now it's just you. The house is insanely quiet. Something that you aren't used to, and If it was quiet you had to be fully aware of your surroundings. But not here. Here you can relax. You go to the kitchen and see that there was a can of coffee on the counter along with a coffee pot. Coffee is hard to come by.. and so is this pot. Maria left you a note saying it was a welcome present. "Fuck yeah." You mutter to yourself. You make your self a pot.. You then have a flashback when you traded a pair of your sister's shoes for coffee and how she was pissed at you at first until you made her a cup and she forgot how much she loved coffee. You zone out for a moment until you realize you were crying, then there was a knock on your door.

"Just a minute!" You wipe your tears walking to open the door, and when you open it there he stands.

"Hello." You cock your head in curiosity on why the hell he would be here.

"Hi um.. I think I owe you an apology... wait is that coffee.?"

"It is... ummm do you want a cup.?"

(God girl what are we doin.)

"Sure."

"Come in."

Joel follows you, your back to him but you could feel his eyes. Something told you the way he was looking at you was exactly how you looked at him the night before. Joel sits down at the small table, his big broad structure almost too big to be sitting there. You pour him a cup and sit down across from him. Now you can really look at him. The grey patches in his beard, the scars, how his glasses slightly tilt forward on his nose.. and his hands.. god his hands. You sit in silence for a moment.

"You came to apologize.?" You look at him right into his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Okay go on."

"I just said I apologize kid, what do you want a whole speech."

"First off. I'm not a kid let's get that straight. Secondly. Yes or at least an explanation of what you are apologizing for." You lean back making your shirt rise slightly showing your tattoos. You happen to see Joel look.

"Eyes up here old man." You smirk.

"I uh- ok. I apologize for bein an ass. I'm just trying to get things movin and more people are comin in and I took that out on you."

"Mhmmm"

"Mhmmm is all I get.?"

"I'm sharing my coffee, and I didn't kick your ass when you checked me out just now."

"I wasn't.. you are like my kids age. I uh-"

You raise your shirt exposing your fully tattooed stomach, along with scars of your past. Joel licks his lips and lets out a soft grunt. Wiggling in his seat.

" point proven old man, and I ain't your kids age. I am 10 years older than her. You can relax about that now."

"Still a kid to me."

You chuckle.

"You are sweetheart. So that makes ya what.. 30? .. I'm 56. And I wasn't checking you out. You would know if I was."

Him saying that just made this a challenge. Sure you have been with other men.. and woman.. things get lonely.. sometimes you used your body to get things you needed. Not proud of it but you used what you had to your advantage to survive. This was something entirely different. This was a want solely because of attraction. physically. The need of it.

"I already know. I can't tell by how you shifted in your seat, how even yesterday how your eyes lingered on me a little longer than they should."

Joel sets down his empty coffee cup. Standing up

"I should get goin, go check on Ellie, see what else Maria has for me today.."

Joel walks toward your front door

"She's probably with Dina... and thought you were tired of helping."

You stand in front of the door so he can't open it yet. He stands in front of you face to face inches away from each other. Joel reaches around you to grab the door handle. Instead he falls forward pushing you against the door, your bodies touching. His lips above your ear as he pushes your hair back off your shoulder leaning in.

"Thanks for the coffee" he whispers.

You could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. Not thinking your body taking over you run your hands gracefully through his hair. Joel letting out what sounded like a very quiet moan.

"You are welcome.. and I accept your apology."

You lean up opening the door. Giving him a smile.

"Let me know if you need anything okay?"

"I will Joel."

Joel leaves, you watch him walk down the road and he really does just live like maybe 4 houses away. You decided to take a walk it was mid afternoon now, and summer here in Jackson. People are out enjoying the sun. The peacefulness. You just walk..and walk.. observing everything, everyone. Being one with what's around you. In a way you needed this. Time to clear your emotions. Gain some clarity of where you are. Losing track of time or where you were even going. Not paying attention you slam right into Joel... again...

"Oh my god." You look up at him . His brown eyes looking down at you.

"Is this gonna be a habit? Am I gonna have to like wear bright fucking orange or somethin?" Joel smirks.

"Sorry I - " your eyes fill with tears "I'm sorry I wasn't here kinda lost in my own head." You wipe your eyes quickly hoping he didn't notice. (He definitely did.)

"Are you okay.?" Joel touches your arm gently, sending shivers through your whole body. At this point everyone around is watching you.

"God people are gonna think I'm a fucking nut case, I'm - I'm fine Joel. I am sorry this time for running into you. Looks like we are gonna make a habit of apologies." You laugh. "I um I'm going back home."

"You wanna get a drink, maybe you could use one? There's music tonight."

(Joel. And alcohol. Bad idea. )

"Yes I do."

•

•

Not is it every day do you see Joel miller walk into a bar with a woman.. but today wasn't every other day. The community of course whispers. Tales about him and his past.. and now same for you. Things you have done.. how you are unstable, ticking time bomb. You could say maybe you were two peas in a pod and you didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god is that tequila.?" Your eyes light up. "I fucking love tequila."

Joel calls over the bartender. "Whiskey neat.. and two shots of tequila for the lady."

"Oh lady?" You look at Joel, smirk on your face.

" I didn't call you kid" he smiles back at you.

"You didn't ... but giving me tequila well that makes me un lady like. Well hell I don't think I've ever really been a lady. That was my sister's fortè." You sigh realizing you brought your sister up. Figuring now there were going to be questions. Joel now looking at you, observing your body language. Here ya go the bartender says as she sets down the drinks. Without hesitation you take one right after the other knowing damn well that was a bad idea. 2 shots lead to 4 shots.. led to 6 shots.. led to you losing count.

•

The bar was filling up with people on this beautiful summer night. Each time someone new came in their eyes drifted to the pair in the corner throwing back shots , talking like there is no tomorrow with one another. Laughing, subtle touches. An unexpected pair.

That's when Tommy walked in.

"Hey big brother." Joel looks at him not knowing exactly what to say. At this point you have left Joel to go dance, the band was playing and you felt free, felt safe.

"Hey Tommy."

"I seen you two have gotten acquainted.?"

"Yeah somethin like that, um-" Joel struggled with his words because honestly he didn't even know how to comprehend any of this. It's been a long time since he has been on a date if that's what this was.

"It's good big brother.. you deserve some fun, you know her story right.?"

At that point of the night your complete story wasn't told, just bits and pieces.

"No" Joel looks at Tommy concerned

Tommy explains to him about how you were traveling to Jackson. The distance you traveled just you and her.. how you lost your sister. How she died in your arms.. like how Sarah died in his.. (you don't know that.) He then explained how that the next morning when Joel had patrol when they found those raiders. but some of them got away.. the one who killed your sister was one of them. He then explained the lore about you.. your ruthlessness.. how you take no prisoners.. how you are pretty much Joel..

"Hiiiii Tommy!! Where is Maria. She's so nice" (you are sluring your words)

Okay.. um I think I should go home...."

You start walking out..

"Wait let me walk you." Joel grabs your hand pulling you back.

"Goodnight big brother.. take care of the girl.." Tommy gives Joel a wink.

"Always"

•

You stumble out of the bar. I mean you don't get to drink tequila everyday, and it's been a minute since you have.

"Hey easy girl.. hold on to me"

Joel hooks your arm through his to stable you to walk.

"Soooo you save all the pretty damaged ladies.. or what." You giggle.

"No.. this is actually the first time in a very very very long time I have been out with a woman." Joel's voice gets soft as he realizes he is being vulnerable.

"Good because I don't need Savin. I'm done for." Joel stops for a second. Looks at you eyes locking.

"Tommy was right." You look at him totally confused.

"Uh okay sir take me home."

You finally reach your house. Joel opens the door getting you inside. Pours you a glass of water leading you to your bedroom. Very very much intoxicated you start taking off your clothes.

"Hey sweetheart " Joel turns the other direction. You have shed your top and jeans leaving you in a bralette and a thong.

"Oh god quit. You can look. Modesty is not my thing honey. And anyways you already looked at me earlier." Joel turns to look at you. He then really realizes how long it has been. Taking in your curves, how your breast accentuate the bralette you have on. The scars and ink on your skin and how he wants to explore every inch, hear every story. You plop down on your bed. Joel standing in your doorway. You pat the bed on the space next to you.

"Sweetheart... I don't.. maybe that's not a good idea." Joel shakes his head. Fighting between what he wants to do and what he thinks is the right thing to do.

"Oh come on old man.. what's Little ol me gonna do huh?"

Joel sighs because this is a fight he will not win. An urge too hard to fight.

"Fuck it." Joel comes over sitting on the other side of you.

"See how hard was that.." you smile ear to ear, because for the first time in a long time you are actually enjoying yourself.

"Mhm I'm pretty fucking hard.."

"Wait what?" Joel clears his throat.

"Nothing I just said it was hard."

You are lying on your side, inches between you and Joel who is sitting his back against the wall legs down the bed. His hand in the space between you. He catches you staring at his hand.

"What? Why you starin at my hand.? Are you sure you ain't a nut job.?" You push his shoulder, his hand reaching up grabbing your wrist his fingers trailing down your hand interlinking his fingers with yours.

"Are you holding my hand Joel miller?"

"Yeah.. yeah.. is that okay.?" Joel asks nervously.

"It's more than okay.." you roll over closing the space between you. Your head on his shoulder, leg crossed over his. "Is this okay.?" You ask looking up at him.

"More than okay"

"Okay..what about this.." un buttoning his buttons on his flannel sliding it off his shoulders to the floor, your hands running under the hem of his tee shirt then lifting it off.

Joel lets out a grunt. As your hands touch his bare skin. "More than okay."

You slip your leg over him, legs now on either side of him. Sitting up looking at him as his hands fondle all over your body.

"Is this okay.?" You ask as your hands touch his face leaning forward lips inches away. Joel shivers under your touch as your hands leave his face trailing down his body. For a 56 year old his body is still in impeccable shape, scars cover him.

"More than okay." He whispers as you are nose to nose now. Each other's hands exploring each other's bodies like you haven't been touched in years. (Really you haven't.. not like this)

"Kiss me then." Joel pulls back slightly just looking at you nervously.

"Sweetheart.. I- it's been-"

"Just do it Joel."

His calloused hands cup each side of your face, taking his time moving his lips towards yours, eyes never leaving yours. You inch in closing the distance.

"If it's too much it's fi-" your sentence was cut off by Joel's lips on yours. It was gentle and Warm. He pulls back for a moment before going right back in, this time the kiss was more intense, his lips moving at a slow rhythm you mirroring it. You got a bit bold sliding your tongue into his mouth and Joel happily obliged. The kisses were careful until they weren't. It was like breathing again after being underwater. It was fire and gasoline. It was like you couldn't get enough. The more you took the more you wanted. Joel's hands still on your face pulling you in even more each time he would kiss you , each time he would caress his tongue with yours. It's like he was holding on so he didn't lose you. You suck on his bottom lip making him moan into you. Running your hands through his hair, you couldn't help but notice you were grinding your hips into his. Both bottom halves of you still clothed. You in your panties and Joel in his jeans. Joel's hands leave your face trailing down your body. Eyes looking at every part of you. Taking it all in.

You lean to his ear lips grazing it.

"Is this okay.?" As you purposefully this time grind against him feeling his bulge below you.

"Um-ugh fuck sweetheart. You keep doing that I'll make a mess.. it's been years since I've been with anyone."

You stop, now looking him in the eyes.

"Then we can stop.. I don't wanna be something you regret. If it's been that long. I don't know if you have morals or whatever."

Joel chuckels

"Baby girl my morals have been gone for a long long time." He flips you over on to your back. Kissing down your jaw, making you let out a moan you have been holding back this whole time. Kissing back up your jaw slightly nibbling on your ear

"Is this okay?" He whispers.

You grab his hand leading him between your thighs to your heat hot with arousal. He gently moves them to the side, grazing his ring finger down and up.

"By how wet I am, I think it's more than okay."

Joel does this a few times still slightly hesitant with how long it's been.

"Jesus Joel.." you moan. He's barely touching you but it feels like he has taken over your whole body. Then it's like it clicks.. like riding a bike.. his manly instinct kicks in realizing he has this beautiful woman in the palm of his hands. He circles your clit with his thumb, watching you arch bucking your hips up trying to get more pressure. He slides his index finger inside while he has his thumb working on your clit. You were right about his hands, one finger is already stretching you. You pull his face to yours because you NEEDED to kiss him. You needed to consume everything of him you could. Those sweet kisses from earlier are gone and have been replaced with ones with hunger and need. Ones with heavy moans into one another as he adds another finger into you.

Joel now grunting obviously aroused by the sounds you are making as your pussy tightens around his fingers.

"Joel" you manage to choke out. Your lips still against his

"Yes" his breath heavy against you.

You unbuttoned his jeans, able to see the print of his seemingly hard cock. Joel looks down..

"Well that's been awhile since it's been like that."

You graze your nails down his chest causing him to curse under his breath. Hands leading to the top of his underwear. Joel not stopping you. You pull them down slightly, his cock falling out, hard, heavy, and huge. Your eyes glisten at the sight of pre cum on the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight not knowing where you wanted it more. Your mouth. Deep inside your pussy. Or hell even your ass. You gently wrap your hand around it making Joel's body jump. You stroke him, pulling his face to yours. You move your hand up and down, feeling him become harder each stoke. Joel couldn't contain the noises and moans leaving his body.

"Is this okay?" You stroking him, lips kissing down his jaw, down to his neck.

Joel unable to form any type of sentence besides a moan, his hands find your breast kneading them, feeling your nipples harden under his rough finger tips.

"More than okay." He finally managed to reply. Joels hands slip under the band of your bralette pulling it off of you. Throwing it to the floor. Hand's slowly making their way back toward the ache between your thighs. He pulls your panties off in a swift motion leaving you completely naked under him.

"Wanna know somethin?" You look up at Joel who's removing his pants along with his underwear.

"Yeah I do"

He looks at you in a way you only dreamed of a man looking at you.

"I think fate brought us here. I think you and I are more similar than we realize.."

He makes his way back on to the bed, spreading your legs putting himself between them.

"Is that so."

"Yes"

Joel lines himself up to your entrance, barely the tip but you can already feel the stretch. Joel hesitates for a second. Acting kinda unsure of himself until he see you wiggle under him, your body doing the begging for you.

With a gentle thrust he invades you, leaving your body shaking. In and out slowly. Both of you feeling everything of one another.

Joel looking down at you as he fills you completely full. You taking every single inch, his tip hitting that sweet spot. It was just right but still you both needed more and you didn't even know till each line was crossed. Joel's rhythm still slow and steady. Your hand trails to the top of your mound finding your clit who is begging to be touched. You begin circling it, amplifying everything by a mile. Joel notices and this does something to him, something he hasn't felt in what felt like forever. His pace picks up. Thrust after thrust after thrust. The pressure of him building. You wrap your legs around him pulling him even deeper. Your lips kissing his. Hands in his curls pulling on them everytime that spot was touched. It was like your bodies knew one another.

"Where did you come from.?" Joel speaks against your lips.

"The devil maybe." Joel thrust harder. Making you moan into him, his thumb tracing your lips you suck it gently.

"I don't think the devil is as sweet as this is."

Joel thrusts even more, your body feeling like it could either explode or spilt in half. Your stomach burns and you feel your climax building.

"Joel I- oh my god- right there."

"You what sweetheart.. look at me."

"I'm gonna - fuck."

Joel hits that spot a few more times. Your pussy clinging on every thrust. Clinching down on Joel's cock.

You unravel below him, bodies shaking. Joel pulls out and as he does cum seeps down his cock. He was so invested in your orgasm he didn't realize his was right there was well. You stare at him. At the his cum covered cock.

"Can I?" You question.

"Can you-" Joel was cut off by you licking cum off of his cock.

"Jesus fuck-" he curses grabbing your hair.

You smile back at him. Still slightly tipsy but high on what just transpired between the two of you.

"Soooooo." You trail off not knowing what to say after all that.

You lay your head on his chest, laying on one of his arms, the other arm free as Joel's hand trace the ink on your body, some tattoos covering scars, other scars on their own.

"Any of these have meaning.?"

"The scars or the tattoos." You look at him.

"Both."

"Point to one and I'll explain.."

There is a deep long scar on your rib cage covered by dark black fowers.

"This one."

That one was from the Columbus QZ. Mom was in a bad place.. people were bombing buildings. Raiders came in tried to steal the medicine she needed. That's one of my first ones.. probably one of the worst as well.. was deep as hell, I stitched myself."

Joel's eyes focused on you. Watching you speak.

"Ok this one.." points to the somewhat new scar on your chest above your heart.

"You're not gonna like this story. But I'll tell it.. I was involved with a man.. for awhile.. he said he was gonna cut my heart out.. some shit went down. He tried... didn't succeed tho."

Joel's jaw clenches at the thought of a man trying to hurt you. Tracing leaves that wrap around your ribs

"Honestly most of the tattoos were because I was bored. It was something I could go to feel pain but also relief. Therapy I guess."

"Ellie has a tattoo.. it's a moth.. " Joel cracks a smile.

"I seen.. I have a moth too actually. It's on the back of my arm." You show him.

It's beyond late now.. time has flown by.

"So um - I should probably go... it's late.. I don't know if Ellie is home. Should be up early to check on the projects.." Joel runs his hands through your hair.

"Yeahs.. yeah.. that's fine.. umm okay.."

You stutter. Not knowing what this was going to be.. was it going to be a one time thing.. was it gonna be something.. you didn't know.. a part of you wanted to know but another part knew better to get attached to people.

"Hey.. sit up and look at me for sec." Joel's tone sounding serious.

You sit up turning to face him. Both of you still naked, barring everything. Your bodies your souls.

"Yeah?" You look at him.

" I don't do these things.. well I haven't done these things in a long time..."

Your body shifts not knowing where he was going with this.

"I'm just sayin I have a kid well an Ellie.. and I have responsibilities.."

"Joel I'm not here to complicate any of that.. my life has been complicated .. and hard.. I want the opposite. I'm ready to stay in one spot for a while. Be boring for once in my life.. you don't have to explain.. this can just be what it was. Two people who just had a need to fill.."

"You're missin what I was sayin.. I didn't mean that.. I just meant if I put myself here.. it's because I wanted to be.. I wanted to do this with you.. to talk to you.. same thing with the other things in my life.. I'm too damn old to not be that way."

You look at him , slight smile forming.

"Okay." You say.

"Okay?"

"Okay I mean you know where to find me.. if you wanna see me.. if you want to talk.. if you want to pin me to this mattress again. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I have no place else.. no one else." Your eyes water realizing you never really did mention your sister.

"Tommy told me." Joel looks at you, his thumb running across your cheek. "He told me she died in your arms.. that you brought her all this way and she died right outside the gates.. I guess I didn't put two and two together because I heard about that and then the next mornin I did patrol.. "

you look at him, worry in your eyes.. but also curiosity.

"You did patrol the next morning? Did you see them.. do you know where they went.? I killed 3 of them.. but not him.. not the one who stabbed her."

Your body is now shaking.

"Hey, look at me." Joel holds your shoulders

"The ran back the other direction towards the river.. I don't know more than that.

You look at Joel. Your eyes dark.

"I'm about to ask you something serious and I want you to be honest. I've heard the words people say about you.. what you have done.." Joel's body tenses.

"I need to know.. if they come back here.. or if I ever see him.. you will let me kill him. Or you will help me kill him. Maria hasn't put me on patrol for that reason.. she's worried vengeance will take over me and I'll Go off on my own looking. Joel I have to.. if I have that chance I'm going to take it. I'm not saying I'm leaving here to go do that.. I'm saying if my path ever crosses, if that's my fate you will help me carry that out."

Joel looks at you. His eyes watering as he relates to your pain.

"You have my word."

•

Joel gets dressed to leave you, it's early morning by this point.

"Um I'll see you later yeah?" Joel asks.

"I'm sure you'll see me sometime today.. go sleep for a bit old man."

He leaves you with a kiss, as he tuck you in to your bed. You lay there for a moment taking everything In that just happened. How he makes you feel. Lost in those thoughts you eventually drift off to sleep.

•

•

You wake up finally, it's about lunch time. You are definitely hung over. "Fuck I need food." You throw on a tank top, skinny jeans and some boots and head out the door. You can't help but catch yourself looking down the street wondering exactly which one is his house and if he was home... (focus bitch. Ow my head hurts.)

You walk into town, patrol is about to head out. No one you really knew was on it.. even though you were curious what route they were on today and if there was anything connecting to the raiders. You promised yourself you wouldn't do that but here you were.. you needed a distraction.. you needed Joel. You pass the shops, the stables, finally you see him. He's standing outside those glasses on his face, his hands on his hips directing people. Do you walk by.. do you just go get food.. "fuck it."

You walk towards the job site, a house that's being fixed up, others outside as well chatting amongst one another listening to Joel give orders. You are getting closer hoping to not seem like a stalker or hell run right into him again since that's become a habit. You didn't have to try too hard because he's staring right at you.

You are feet away from him now.

"Hey sweetheart. How are ya feelin?"

Smile across Joel's face.

"Hey you. I have headache I was heading to get food. And somehow my path lead me to you." You smirk at him.

"Mhm give me 10 minutes I'll go with you."

"Okay." You couldn't help the wide ass smile that's across your face.

10 minutes go by.

"You ready?"

"Yes I am starving.. my head is killing me, I haven't drank like that in forever." Joel chuckles

"Yeah sweetheart quite a bit of tequila."

You both walk side my side, close but still distance between. It was like a line you weren't sure to cross but you both wanted to. Your hands fall at your side, Joel's hand brushed against yours and just like that your body is on fire. You keep walking and it happens again.. this time he grabs your hand pulling you behind a building. His lips crash on to yours pushing you up against the wall.

"I cant stop thinkin about ya. And then you showed up. Good god. I know it's dangerous getting attached to people but it's you I need." Joel brushes his thumb down your cheek.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left, it's like a part of me feels complete with you. The emptiness that I have had is gone."

He kisses you again, grabbing your hand .

"Let's get you food."

You make it to lunch. Everyone is there. Ellie, dina, Maria , and Tommy. You walk in first and Joel walks in right behind you.

You felt the eyes, heard the whispers. But neither one of you cared. You follow Joel's lead as he goes to the table with his family.

"Ellie I told you.!" Dina laughs

"Told her what?" Maria asks.

"Dina swore she caught her checking Joel out the other night." Ellie replies

"Ellie did Joel come home last night.? Or was it super late?" Tommy asks.

"Um I think it was like 6 am when I heard him but I just thought he was getting up."

"Wait Tommy you said you seen Joel at the bar last night.?" Maria asks

"Yeah he was with her."

They all look at one another.

You and Joel make it over to them.

"I um brought company, hope yall don't mind." Joel says.

Dina and Ellie look at you . And you look at them trying so hard not to laugh. Because at least Dina seen this coming.

"No not at all.. I just thought yall didn't like each other." Maria looks at both of you.

"Well we figured out we are more alike than we realized.."

"Is that so? Maria smiles.

"Yep." You and Joel reply at the same time

"Okay I'm starving .. and hungover." You sit down, and Joel sits next to you. Everyone just staring. Joel finally looks at them.

"So Joel why did you get home at 6 am." Ellie asks

You choke on your water.

"Oh I was just up.. wanted to get an early start."

"Bustedddd" Tommy laughs

You chuckle.

"Fineeeee okkkk so we were together last night.. had a bad day went for drinks,. Joel made sure I was alright. No big deal." You smile.

"Till 6 am?" Dina chuckles.

"Yes." Joel replied "fine this is why .. never mind."

You look at Joel who's frustrated in a funny way, you smile stealing a fry off his plate as you do he grabs your wrist like clockwork. His hands liger on you more than they should and just like that cats even more out of the bag.

"Well okay.. you two on patrol tomorrow.. I think I can trust her with you right Joel.?"

Maria says.

"Yep."

Everyone is finishing up heading back to either patrol or whatever else needed done.

Dina winks at you. "Good job Joel she's hot."

Ellie gives you a smile. "I'd like to join you on patrol tomorrow if that's cool.

"I'd love that actually Ellie." You wave as her and Dina leave.

"Hello again.." tommy smiles at both of you.

"Big brother... bring her over for dinner?"

"Sure thing."

Tommy leaves. Now it's just the two of you.

"Family dinner. Family patrol. Welcome to Jackson I guess.. so much for discreet." Joel laughs pulling you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

"Welcome home."

Tags : @ohhoneypascal @megangovier @pedroscurls @iknowisoundcrazy @mandaloriankait

[beautifulfuckup99]

ok ok i just got this random idea bare with me

Chubby mid size cute reader, she is very confident but gets inscure from time time

Namjoon is her BF 😉😉and they are camping with their friends. ( some of them are not that nice to her abt her looks).

One girl then says a comment pitting her that she cant be carried or manhandled due to her wait.

Later Namjoon carries her with one arm out of the blue in front of everyone and then a nice spicy time in the woods

Very random 😂😂😂 only u can make it happen😂😂😂

I feel blessed to have so many Namjoon requests!!

Title: For Me...

Warning(s): Insecure!Y/N, Slight B0dy-Sham!ng, Hurt/Comfort, Smut! And of course Fluff!

Author's Note: Obviously set in an AU where Namjoon has his license and drives lol. Enjoy!

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"Yes!" Namjoon cheers the second he throws the car in park. You look up from your book, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

"We're here?" You ask, feeling the surge of relief that you no longer have to sit in this car anymore.

"Uh-Huh." He says fast as he gets out of the car, pausing to breathe in deep through his nose. "Baby! You smell that? That's nature, baby!" He cheers excitedly and you close your book, giggling softly as you get out of the car while watching your boyfriend of just six months spin around giddily.

He was a giant dork, and it made your heart flutter in the best way possible.

"Ay! Namjoon! There you are, man. Took you long enough to show up!" Dae laughs as he walks over from where the tents were set up.

When Namjoon had told you about this camping trip with his friends, you were pouty, you had to admit, but you were understanding that he needed time to cut loose with his friends. Especially before he had to run off to the military. BTS being on hiatus meant he had more time to roam and explore and the one thing he's been looking forward to is getting back into nature. When he invited you to join the camp trip, you hesitated. You knew the members of BTS, yeah, but these were buddies of his from back home. Guys who knew him from way back when. School days.

You wanted them to like you, that's all. You slowly get out of the car as Namjoon starts hugging his buddies who run over to greet him. You fix your shirt and hold the sweater more around you. Your sweatpants now feel like a bad idea since all his friends look actually put together. You had done the bare minimum of getting ready, and now you couldn't help but fuss at your hair a bit.

"Oh! Guys, this is my girl. Y/N..." Namjoon smiles proudly, dimples on full display. The four guys surrounding him all eye you up and down.

"This is Y/N?" One guy says slowly as if you're not who they expected. You smile sheepishly as you walk over to grab Namjoon's hand that he's holding out for you.

"Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt guys' camping weekend. I promise, you won't even know I'm here." You try joking as they continue to just look at you.

"Ay, it's all good. My girl came with too." Dae shrugs as he nods to the campsite where a girl still sat, flipping through a magazine. You nod, kind of relived that you wouldn't be stuck in these woods with just guys.

"I'll go get the bags." Namjoon says and squeezes your hand to assure you before he goes back to the car.

"So, what are you guys thinking for lunch?" You ask to try and start a conversation. The guys all share a look and one finally snickers.

"Too easy." He says before walking away while shaking his head as if humored by something. You feel your heart drop at that moment.

Fuck, this was a mistake...

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The next morning, you're woken up by Namjoon kissing all over your face as he wraps his leg around your waist. You grumble playfully and open your eyes to face him. Last night had been a nightmare for you. It was full of backhanded compliments and little glances from everyone in the group around you, as if everyone was in on a joke that you didn't know about.

But you DID know the joke. You knew your body, you knew the difference between you and Namjoon, you knew the irony. 'Ha-Ha, Namjoon is all about the gym and health and look at him dating a plus sized girl'. You weren't dumb or blind. You knew your body weight and type, but you also knew that you had one of the best leaders of K-pop wrapped around your finger and drooling over you at any given second. It didn't full stop the self-doubt, but it helped a bit.

You've been chubby since you were a kid. You've heard and dealt with it all. A weekend with jerks like your boyfriend's friends wasn't gonna hurt you too much. And you definitely didn't wanna bring this to his attention either. After this weekend, you'd never have to deal with these people again...

"Morning, baby. We were gonna head to the lake. You're coming, right?" Namjoon whispers finally after a moment of just rubbing his nose with yours. You hum softly at that and stretch a bit.

"That sounds nice." You nod tiredly. You hadn't slept much due to how hungry you were. You picked at your dinner the night before as to not be a cliché plus size person. You watched though as Namjoon had three bowls of the ramen and his buddies all drank and had about two to four each. It was a bit unfair. You wondered for a moment why you had to act carefully when slurping up noodles when your boyfriend sat proudly right next to you, eating and drinking away. Why you had to take small sips of water and after a few bites of food claim you were full when everyone around you shameless enjoyed themselves. Could it be because you had something to prove? Yup, exactly.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks softly as he eyes you closer, hand pushing your hair back to really look at you. You look up at him and the urge to vocalize your uncomfortability is strong, but you shake it off. It was Saturday and you'd be saying your goodbyes Sunday morning. You could do this.

"I'm all good. It was just so hot last night. I couldn't get comfy..." You lie softly and Namjoon nods, pecking your nose.

"Maybe we can sneak away after swimming for a bit and take a nap." He offers softly as he rests his forehead against yours. It makes you blush as you nod along. You two get up soon enough and throw on your bathing suits.

You make sure your black one piece is on right since it was kind of strappy in a few places. You step out of the tent real soon and see all the guys and Dae's girl all look over at you, eyeing your body. Dae's girlfriend gently tugs at Dae's shirt and whispers something in his ear, making him laugh and nod his head in agreement.

The overwhelming feeling of regret swallows you whole and you grab one of Namjoon's shirts to put on over your shirt. You try and act none the wiser to all the snickering which only makes your self anger grow more.

"Okay! Bag is packed and ready to go!" Namjoon says as he steps out of your tent and pauses. "What's funny?" He asks his buddies and they all laugh before shaking it off.

"Nothing, man..." Dae says before walking off with his girlfriend. The other boys follow and Namjoon eyes you and smiles a bit as he tugs at the shirt you had on.

"What's with the cover up?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Just don't wanna get sunburned..." You say softly, not wanting to put a damper on Namjoon's vacation. Just one day. Just one day...

He nods and offers you his arm for the short walk to the lake...

When you get there, the water is cool and clear which is a great contrast to the sun that was beating down on you all today. You get in the water and focus on swimming with Namjoon when Dae grabs his girlfriend from her tanning spot on the dock. He lifts her with both arms as she screams for him to let her down and not to throw her. He doesn't listen and chucks her right into the water.

When she surfaces, she starts yelling at him for throwing her while all the guys laugh expect for Namjoon. He holds you a bit closer to his chest as you both bob in the calm lake. She finally sees you looking at her and glares at you.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing. Just... Sucks that he ruined your hair." You say back gently. She eyes you a bit and then puts on a false smile.

"Well, at least my boyfriend can pick me up." She says in a joking tone and the boys laughing makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.

"What?" Namjoon asks, having heard her right but shocked that those words even left her mouth.

"Oh, Nam, calm down. It was a joke." One of his friends chuckles and Namjoon glares, obviously pissed at this moment.

"Yeah? I'm not laughing." He says shortly before swimming over to the dock and getting out.

"Namjoon, come on..." Dae tries as your boyfriend grabs his towel and then one for you too. You swim over silently, knowing better than to do anything else but just go with Namjoon to get him out of this situation before he blows up.

He helps you out of the lake and wraps the towel around you before you both leave back to the campsite, ignoring his friends as they try calling you for you guys.

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You sit between Namjoon's legs, pressed back against his hard chest as you hold the newest novel you have to share cause if not, one of you will read ahead. The walk back to the tent had been silent, the shower at the bath house had been quiet, and now the reading time you two share was full of this tense silence. You knew Namjoon was still pissed and you just hoped you could keep him calm till you left tomorrow morning.

"Done?" You ask, so you could know if you should flip the page or not. When you don't get an answer, you turn your head to face Namjoon and see him deep in thought, jaw clenched and face hard set. You frown softly and gently grab his face to make him look at you.

"Babe. It was a dumb joke..." You try quietly and he looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night because of them, didn't you." He says quietly, putting it all together in his head. It makes you frown, but you couldn't lie to him.

"I was... A little upset. Yeah." You admit quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I never want you in a place where you're that uncomfortable, Y/N. You know that." He says as he looks at you.

"They're you're friends, Joonie. I-I just... Wanted you to have fun." You try as he looks at you with a frown.

"Well I'm in hell when you're being hurt." He says quietly. You sigh softly and move to nuzzle into his neck.

"I'm used to this, babe. I grew up plus size." You point out quietly and Namjoon shakes his head.

"And? It wasn't right then, and it sure as hell isn't now." He says.

"I know your body. I love your body. Because your 'body' is just skin. Skin that protects everything in you that matters most." He states seriously. "It protects your heart... Which is full of love and care for the world. It protects your brain... Which is always more intriguing to me than any book out there. And it protects your spirit. Which is what I fell in love with. These amazing curves are a bonus." He says softly and you snort playfully while rolling your eyes.

"I know. I'm perfect to you." You mutter playfully, as if you're annoyed by hearing it.

"You're not just perfect to me. You're perfect for me, Y/N. I love you. And I'm not gonna let anyone talk about or to you in anyway." He says quietly as he holds your waist.

You hum. "Tomorrow morning, we can leave." You assure.

"First thing in the morning..." He agrees.

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Later that evening, everyone sits around the fire, silently eating and drinking. The tension is thick, and no one dares to make a joke or try and break the silence in anyway. You wanted Namjoon to let go of the grudge and have one last dinner with his friends, but he had insisted that anyone able to make you feel shitty was no friend of his. You were still trying to fight off the guilt, but you knew if you had anyone around you that made Namjoon feel a certain way, they'd be gone ASAP too. You just had to stand by your boyfriend's choice.

"I think..." Namjoon finally says, his deep voice demanding all eyes on him, and they are. Everyone is looking at the five-foot-eleven Korean man as he sets his plate down and rubs his hands together slowly. "Before we call it a night, a few things need to be done.

"One. I'd like to remind you all... That she," He nods to you as you sheepishly play with your bowl of beef stew cooked over the campfire. "Is my girlfriend. The woman I love. And I expect nothing but respect for her." He says, his voice calm but with this dark edge to it. Like he was not expecting any argument to his statement.

"Two." He continues. "At the end of the day, you don't have to find her attractive. She's mine for a reason. Because I find her attractive." He states. "And thirdly, if you don't find her attractive? You're just lying to yourself." He snorts and you bashfully roll your eyes at him.

"You all... Need to apologize for what the hell went on with this trip, and you'll be lucky if I ever want to see any of you again." He states honestly. You gaze along the faces of all his buddies, and you feel slightly guilty, maybe even a little childish due to this lecture. You felt like a kid who just tattled to the teacher. But... You hadn't 'tattled'. Namjoon had heard it. You weren't being overdramatic, you weren't play victim, and you didn't deserve this treatment. And you just had to keep telling yourself that...

With a deep sigh, Dae is the first to speak. "Y/N, we're... We're sorry. We were just joking, you know. Giving you a hard time? That's what we do in this friend group..." He says and you look away from him at that.

"Yeah, well that's not what you do with her." Namjoon speaks for you, and you set the bowl down and nod once at Dae. "Don't accept that half ass apology." Namjoon says to you, and you keep your mouth shut. He stands up finally and dusts his hands on his shorts.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, early. Y/N." Namjoon says, and you quickly stand up only to feel his arm, wrap around your waist from behind. You feel him lift you up and squat down a bit to put you over his shoulder as you squeal in slight alarm.

"Y/N and I are going to bed. Don't bother us." He says shortly before looking a Dae's girl. "And maybe Dae could lift you, if he went to the gym more." He says simply before carrying you away towards your tent that you had moved away from the others for the night.

"Joonie! Put me down!" You hiss as he gets you two into your tent and sets you on the small foam mattress inside your tent.

"What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourse-" He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, you instantly get lost in the kiss.

"Don't disrespect my lifting abilities like that..." He teases quietly against your lips before kissing you more passionately. You can barely react in time as he pushes you back on the bed freely, climbing on top of you.

"What... What are you..." You pant against his lips before he quickly sits up to take off his shirt and then lays back on top of you, covering your jawline and neck with kisses that made you shiver.

You shut your eyes, melting into the cot as he lowers his lips down towards your cleavage. He's quick to pull your tank top up and bra cups down, freeing your nipples as he grips your breasts in both hands.

"I'm showing you that I love this body..." He whispers before tonguing your nipples one at a time, sucking each one hard to turn them into sensitive buds as you arch your back, head rolling back to moan before you cover your mouth.

"Don't cover up. I want them to hear it. Let them know that I know exactly how to handle you. That I thoroughly enjoy you whenever I can..." He whispers before moving down your body, biting all along your tummy as you look down at him, body feeling on fire at this very moment.

"I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you..." He whispers honestly as he settles between your legs, making you blush hard.

He makes quick work of your shorts and keeps your underwear on, blowing softly on the wet spot and making your clit twitch.

"Joonie... Oh fuck..." You gasp as you reach down to grab his hair, needing to feel something against your soaked core and fast.

"Such a goddess." He praises softly before he gets to work lapping at your clit slowly at first. Your head rolls back as you shut your eyes, always enjoying these sensual moments. Namjoon never teases, but he also loves when things slowly build up, especially since the closer you get the louder you get. He had a thing about you being... Verbal.

"Namjoon..." You pant, keeping this in mind. You loved making him feel good over his ability to make you feel good. It was an exchange of sorts. Sometimes you even found yourself twisting and arching your body in different directions as you screamed out because it just egged him on more. Thank god for porn. It was the best teacher...

He turns sloppier the louder you get, and you lose track of where you are at this point as your moans and hard tugs at his hair egg him on more.

At a certain point, feeling how drenched your underwear is from both your juices and his saliva, you pull him up to kiss him, your tongue exploring his to taste yourself on him. He grabs your neck to hold your head still and proceeds to suck on your tongue, and you all but lose all decency at that second, flipping you both over so you're on top.

"You want them to hear? The let's make sure they hear..." You pant with a giggle as he grips your hips hard and sits up to pull you harder against his bulge that is very much present through his shorts.

"Fuck yes, darling..." He whispers in awe before kissing you hard.

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The next morning, no one can look you both in the eyes and that's fine, because you're still too blissed out from last night to care what they can or can't do. Namjoon says nothing as he packs up the tent and you know you can't force him to drop the attitude long enough for a proper goodbye.

"Joonie..." You say quietly when you two are finally in the car and driving down the dirt road away from the camping grounds. He hums, eyes stuck on to the road with one hand on the wheel.

"Don't stop being friends with them because of me." You whisper and Namjoon smiles slightly at your concern before he grabs your hand.

"Damn your good heart." He says softly and you pout.

"I'm serious..." You try and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly.

"I know you are. And so am I." He says softly. "You're my best friend, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He says honestly and it stops your pouting for a bit as you look down at your entwined hands sheepishly.

"I love you." You finally mutter and lean over to kiss his soft cheek, feeling his dimple form under your lips and it just makes you giggle ever so quietly.

"I love you too..." He whispers, looking at you for a moment to show he means it, and you couldn't be more confident of that in this moment...

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From one plus size girly to another: You are ENOUGH! You are attractive, and you are indeed that bitch lol. Love you all!

[unusualsims]

Well, at least one of them is having fun

[jadagul]

Today I finished the A Realm Reborn sequence in Final Fantasy XIV. According to Steam, it took 233 hours. Realistically probably more like 200 hours of actual gameplay, since sometimes I wander off while logged in and I know I spent a few hours of "active" time trying to get various things configured. Still, lots of hours.

To be fair, I could have gone through much faster. The game actually pops up a box when you gain the ability to level multiple jobs telling you it's not designed for you to do that too much. But I leveled everything. I have three combat jobs at 50, one at 49, and one at 48; the other four are in the thirties. My botanist and miner are 52, though my fisher is only 24; I think the crafters are all over 40, with one at 50. I've done...a lot...of optional content.

Overall I've had a lot of fun. (Of course some of that is playing it with my girlfriend, who is very enthusiastic about this game. And also helps me out a lot, although sometimes maybe too much... sometimes I wanna figure out the mechanic for myself.

But it's way easier to level DPS jobs when someone else will party up with me and heal for the dungeon queue.)

My biggest complaint so far is, well, sort of that it's not built as a single-player game; I like weird dungeon puzzles but it's hard to make ones that work for multi-player stuff that also work for single-player stuff. (And even the ones that do just stick to multiplayer, that deprives you of the joy of figuring it out with no real clues, since everyone else [a] knows the answer and [b] has to wait on you so it's not fair to fuck around and try to figure it out on your own.)

But that's my biggest actual complaint: people take the dungeons too fast. I enjoy being slow and methodical, just in general. I wanna enter a room slowly, pick off the enemies one by one, stop, regroup, look around, poke at all the corners, then form up and go to the next room. And that is very absolutely not how running a dungeon with other players works. Half the time you don't even have a chance to open the chest that spawns when the miniboss dies before everyone is in the next room.

And like that's fine when you're on your fifth run of a dungeon. And probably what I want on my fifteenth run. But I want the chance to poke around and slow-play stuff and the game just isn't built for that.

Still, overall very fun, and I did quite enjoy the story. (Some of the voice actors are, uh, not good, though.) Looking forward to Heavensward, which my girlfriend is going to NG+ with me.

(And then I can finally get to FFXV!)

[chalchemist]

Share ko lang.

Recently, I had removed a ‘best friend’ from my life. Ampangit no? Imagine being friends for a decade and more tapos mababasura lang friendship ‘nyo just because of lies.

I would’ve let the manipulation/gaslighting issue slip 5 years ago. Ang malas lang kasi marunong na akong magparaya ng mga taong hindi na kami aligned. (Ha?) basta ganon.

So eto na nga.

Last May, I searched this ex-bestfriend sa facebook kasi I can’t chat her, so I went to her profile and wala akong makita. I assumed she deactivated her facebook. Sanay na ako sa mga saltik ng friends ko. I was searching for her profile kasi nga bebentahan ko siya ng Kindle ko.

Fast forward to her birthday, nag story pa nga ako ng greetings for her. It was at that moment na nagchat yung isa namin bff sa gc naming tatlo, nagulat ako kasi “You’re not friends with bla bla.. add her as a friend” Syempre nagtaka ako but hindi ko sya cinonfront kasi at that time ??? Lang ako pero I didn’t take it personally. Sabi ko pa sa sarili ko, e ano naman kung inunfriend niya ako, friends naman parin kami.

Hindi pa nag sisink in sakin yung incident na hindi ko makita yung profile niya weeks ago.

The day after her birthday, she messaged me. Inunfriend ko raw ba siya? Or baka ifriefriendship over ko na daw siya.

Girl, it was early in the morning and yun yung pambungad niya. I was pissed off kasi parang ako pa yung gumawa ng pag unfriend???

I told her Ewan. Wala naman akong alam diyan. At dun na nga, she was sending me screenshots na kailangan nya pa raw pumunta sa profile ko para makapag message. Tapos sira daw ang facebook. Like okay? She told me na dapat minessage ko nalang siya, sabi ko for what? Para masira ko birthday mo? Lol. Hindi na ako nagreply sa mga messages niya kasi I felt like she was being too defensive na. Parang naging problema ko pa kaagad kung bakit ganon?

In all honesty, di ko naman sana pepersonalin yung pag unfriend e. Pero yung pag message niya sakin, I felt uncomfy kasi ganun agad? “Baka friendship over mo na me” Parang yung blame ba shift agad sakin e wala nga akong alam.

Lumipas mga araw, nag sink in sakin na baka blinock ako. Kasi before diba di ko makita profile niya? Tapos nung birthday niya biglang naging unfriend nalang? Tapos she bombarded me with messages explaining herself kahit wala naman akong sinasabi.

Isa pa, effort din mag unblock ng tao. So di talaga ako naniniwalang “accidental” lang.

Dito ko na naisip yung mga pinagsasabi niya months ago. She told me she muted my instagram stories bc she felt “triggered” daw nung time na yung kasi I’m on a trip with my husband. E grieving siya sa failed relationship nya that time. Di ako na offend bc i sympathized with her situation that time. I said okay rana uy. Which was totally okay naman talaga sa akin.

Pero nung incident na nangyari recently, dun ko na naisip na red flag din pala yon. She’s trying to be guilt-free by telling those things and saying “I’m not coming from a place of envy ha” like wow, okay? Ngayon ko lang narealize na namamask up pala yung mga pinagsasabi kasi sinasabi niya yung mga ganong bagay at the end.

I hate lying bitches. Also, need na talaga iend kasi I know I’ve outgrown her na long time ago pa pero pinipick up ko lang yung relationship just because of the label and history.

Ang petty pero that was my last straw. Andami nang na cross na boundaries na hindi ko nasasabi. Di na rin para sabihin pa kasi mahirap makipag usap sa taong kayang mag lie sa sarili nila. Stop engaging with narc/manipulative/gaslighters, that’s how you win. Bye. Thanks for the memories tho.

[katelcorn]

may 7th, i had to rush back home because of my dog. i received a message from my sister saying, "kung kaya mo umuwi. now na" she was sending me updates from time to time cuz i told her jovit needed to be taken to the vet, when they came home jovit kept crying loudly, prolly from his IV drip kasi takot talaga si jovit sa needles (like his furmom lol)

i remember it was during lunch time, i told my officemates i'll be skipping lunch so they all left without me. then a few minutes later i received that message from my sister. jhie came back to get some stuff and saw me crashing out (like legit). she immediately asked what's wrong and i showed that conversation i had with my sister. our other officemate also went back inside the office and she asked what's happening so jhie explained it. fast forward to kuya brian taking me home, halos mabangga na kami kakamadali makarating sa bahay.

pagbaba ko, walang tao sa bahay. they all went back to the vet, pinaayos lang yung IV ni jovit but i also went there hoping i could catch up to them, but i didn't. when i asked the doctor if jovit was taken back there she said "yes but they just left". ako naman uwi ulit tapos nakita ko si jovit sa crate nya. naka dextrose. nanghihina. umiiyak.

that day alam ko na kasi i've seen that countless of times already. with bruno, with morgan, with chuba. . . ilan pa ba diba. no one deals with grief easily. when it comes to losing dogs, i really lose my mind over it. tapos while jovit was in his crate tinabihan ko talaga sya don, sabi ko sakanya i'll fight for him kung lalaban din sya. i was willing to give everything up. yung wedding ng officemate ko on may 9, yung family ganap namin ng weekend, lahat yun hindi ko pupuntahan. magstay lang ako hanggang gumaling sya. i told him that para lang alam nya okay lang sakin bantayan ko sya. tapos umiiyak sya gusto nya tumayo. inaayos ko nalang position nya every time he wanted to stand up baka nangangalay. that night i slept beside him. hindi ko kaya sa crate nya kasi it can only fit half my body kaya inayos namin yung folding bed, i slept beside him still. mga bakal lang pagitan namin.

may 8th. my parents' 26th wedding anniversary. surprisingly, nagising ako around 1 am. . . i didn't know why but in my mind, i had to go back to sleep kasi 7am pasok ko kinabukasan. hinawakan ko si jovit sa paa, unsure if he was still breathing, maling mali ako don. i woke up at 4am ulit. something was telling me to get up na talaga, and so i did. i checked on jovit kagad, tapos he was already unmoving. his frail body cold and still. tumigil talaga mundo ko. what i did was i woke my sister up, sabi ko wala na si jovit. napabangon din sya kagad to check. i sent pics to our family gc—lifeless jovit. and all i could do was cry while trying to process what happened. almost 6 yrs ko sya nakasama. nung college ako when i had to stay up really late, sya lang kasama at kausap ko kasi iniwan na rin ako ni bruno non. pag hindi ako makatulog sa gabi i will just reach for him and he would return my hugs each time. si jovit pinaka clingy na dog i've ever had. hindi sya papayag na hindi kami sobrang dikit kapag natutulog. he liked laying on my chest maybe cuz he could feel my heart beat. and i felt his too.

tapos ngayon a part of me feels very hollow na naman. i felt this with bruno, chuba, and morgan. . . biggest fear ko to ever since i adopted jovit back in 2019. he was 3 then. abused by his previous owners. natatakot ako baka madami syang health complications dahil sa neglect ng dati nyang owner. natatakot ako baka maaga nya ko iwan. i adopted him in august. tapos birthday ni bruno was august 21. kaya every august tatlo kaming nagccelebrate ng birthday. until bruno died, so it was just me and jovit nalang. and now. . . magccelebrate ulit ako magisa. which i hate cuz i don't like the concept of birthday celebrations until i had bruno and jovit. now they're just gone, ano pang iccelebrate ko.

people don't understand how hard it is to lose pets. i didn't just lose a dog, i lost my bestfriend, my baby, my cuddle buddy, someone who loved me unconditionally, someone i can never have back in my life again. alam nyo ba when he first got here, he didn't like anyone. sobrang aggressive nya #chihuahuathings but he trusted me the moment he saw me. i vowed that day to always protect him but i failed and idk how to forgive myself again.

jovittttttt,

thank you sa almost 6 years na magkasama tayo. i know your life wasn't always the easiest especially nung hindi pa tayo magkasama. . . you went through a lot but you endured everything bravely. ayun nga wish ko minsan eh, sana hindi ka nalang brave. i wish you've shown me when things were hard. i wish i heard your silence. i'm sorry if i'm not the best furmom but i hope you felt loved when you were with me. i love you so much!! hindi ko alam pano makakamove on sayo, i even cut my hair short hoping i could move forward without you but it's still hard without you. i can't imagine how i survived the past 2 weeks. pero lagi lang naman ako nagppray and i'm always praying for you. for bruno. for chuba. for morgan. i hope you're all running free up there. i'm still heart broken beyond words but i take comfort nalang siguro in knowing that there, there's no pain anymore. i hope i'll see you again tapos we'll just play endlessly. i miss you so much. nahihirapan ako isipin na i'll just miss you for the rest of my life but i know this isn't the end. magkikita pa tayo ulit, and we'll never be separated again! i love you my babies, ang liit liit nyo pero ang laki ng sakit na iniiwan nyo pag umaalis kayo. . . but the grief is only too much because the love was a lot also. i love you so muchhhhh. thank you sa lahat, and sorry for failing to protect you also. wag nyo na ko intindihin dito maglaro lang kayo jan with other furbabies!! i love you, and i'll see you again :)

[thlayli-ra]

so...... i noticed you have at least one headcanon for punk x drew, la knight x roman reigns, punk x la knight, and and la knight x drew mcintyre. theyre all amazing conspiracies theories btw. i think the only shipping swap left that you havent talked about it is drew x roman and punk x roman reigns. do you think you have any headcanons for them? i personally think roman and punk has a lot of potential, but maybe i just think both of them are very attractive!

Ohhh ok, time for me to get a little creative.

So... Roman and Drew. Let me say to begin with that I'm not as clued up on these two since neither are in my 'inner sanctum' if you will. I recently came across some photos though and WHOOPH!

There's hair-pulling, chair humiliation spots, Roman fully dressed while Drew's in just his trunks... all the good stuff!

And Drew was peak babyface Drew here too facing off against nasty heel Roman backed up by his Bloodline and I am SUCH a sucker for a babyface in peril!!!!! (Tenderise that blue-eyed cutie for me guys!) Despite being the larger of the two, Drew is definitely the sub here (he's too damn pretty down on his knees!) and who can resist when the bigger guy is getting dominated by the smaller guy, although Roman is hardly a 'small guy' per se.

There's also a very compelling story here. I found it interesting how Drew brought up the whole 'Chosen One' angle with Punk when it works so much better with Roman (perhaps they did do this, I can't remember. Please correct me if I'm wrong).

Drew can brag about being the one handpicked to be the face of the company all he wants but we all know it isn't true. Especially not when he's face-to-face with Roman - the true Chosen One! The one who went on to rise to the top, win championships and main-event several Wrestlemania's in a row, all on the backing of the powers-that-be, all despite being generally disliked by the fans. Meanwhile Drew floundered on the lower mid-card then was rejected from the company altogether.

Not only is this a chance for Drew to finally prove himself, it also holds a mirror to what could have been. How Roman has become corrupted by the power and the accolades, while Drew spent some time away to rediscover what truly mattered to him, who he truly wanted to be and returned a bigger, better version of himself. Now, he's finally ready to claim what's rightfully his!

Just a pity that Roman prefers Drew beneath him...😏

Now.... Punk and Roman, hmmmmm *strokes my long, twisted beard... if I had one...)

That's an interesting one! In typical Punk fashion, this one requires a bit of blurring the lines between reality and fiction.

There's obviously a history there (................. oh sorry, I just noticed that bruise on Punk's thigh in the gif and stared at it for a solid ten minutes!). Punk has claimed to be the one who came up with the concept of the Shield and they were meant to be working on his behalf in the beginning.

However... that concept never included Roman! Punk wanted Rollins, Ambrose... and Chris Hero! It was the higher-ups who insisted on Roman or 'the pretty one' as Punk said, witheringly. He also lamented having to 'make Roman look strong' and while us Punk girlies (ng) know that he was complaining about management not trusting him to sell (SERIOUSLY, WTF??? HE LIVES TO SELL!), many took that as a sign that he hated having to put over Roman.

Both men rose to the top of the company albeit in very different ways. While Punk had to constantly fight and politic for his position on the card, getting himself over despite the push-backs from management to the point that they could no longer ignore it and even then still having to fight constantly for recognition, Roman had it all handed to him. Punk has never main-evented a Wrestlemania, even when he was WWE Champion. Roman has main-evented NINE!

Fast forward to now and things have changed drastically. Punk is on his last chance. His come-back, which started off glorious, is now sitting under a dark cloud and this is his last hope of fulfilling the legacy that he left unfinished ten years ago. Roman is the man who filled that void while he was gone and holds every accolade that Punk could possibly dream of. Roman is no longer the green, dewy-eyed kid that Punk had to 'carry' in their earlier matches - he is the Tribal Chief! The Head of the Table!

And he is going to make CM Punk his bitch!

[prinsesangumaasa]

isang linggo na naman maghihintay sa episode ng amnse anona fast forward na pls

[skelayton-lord]

A Souls streamer I havent seen in yeaaars just got back online some time ago for some of their old shenanigans, like summoning low lvl ppl into their NG+7 world and trying to get them into wearing the onion armor. Fast forward and some of the regulars started to show up again, and we all got together to form a full onion army, at around lvl 18 with +5 weapons, tackling NG+7, sometimes getting gravelorded too.

That was so nostalgic, and also felt good to only have died to a classic 11 int dark bead invader. I'm happy to see that some things never change.

We got v close to killing the gargs (that save of his has never gone past gargs, it's been years and tbh I'm glad his char is still there by the parish lol).