HELLO people reading this. I have a lot to say and its 3 am
so I’m just going to get on with it. Here is my review for 7x18 (only two
episodes left) of PLL. As always its all over the place and doesn’t make sense
at times, but hey you’re watching one of the most confusing shows of all times,
I’m sure you can figure out my bad review. Sorry it’s really long…
Let me start this all of by saying this episode
was very good and I was very (HANNA RIVERS IS OFFICIAL) happy with how they
seemed to balance the (HANNA RIVERS IS OFFICIAL) romance with the game. Also
the (HANNA RIVERS IS OFFICIAL) countdown was pretty cool.
2. OH and HANNA MARIN IS NO LONGER. She now goes by
3. HANNA RIVERS
4. BUT WE WILL GET BACK TO THAT
I love a good countdown as long as it isn’t
counting down to Hanna Marin’s *cough* Rivers *cough* possible death.
6. But now
lets start at the beginning of the episode where Marco left? But hey Tanners
back. I would rather have Marco arresting me but, THAT’S ME.
is playing the whole “I don’t know him”. How could get forget the most
pointless ping-pong date ever?
8. “Wait ,
so are you two…?” “Well, about time” HANNA MARIN IS ICONIC
9. Mona was finally on to Aria being on AD’s team.
keeping her receipts on Aria
11. Anyone else REALLY thinking Ezra is AD? I mean
he knew everything? Showed up at all the right times. Ezra would give Aria a
free pass out of jail.
would’ve gone to jail” “So what?” GOD BLESS YOU ALI I NEEDED SOMEONE TO TELL
offence, Aria but most people think he should have gone to jail? I KNOW. Crazy.
was looking at Spencer the whole speech? And Spencer low-key broke up with her.
can find your own ride” YES SPENCER
thinks she can just hang up on AD *cue AD’s creepy monotone laugh*
was weirdly okay with Aria’s report BECAUSE HE KNEW?
me Ezra how?
recovered well from his wife dying like two days ago..
knew there was a Spoby kiss (from the promos that spoil the whole episode) but
I didn’t think they would go there SO soon after, you know…
yay Spoby is back and Emison are probably being recorded in the woods.
like these girls forget they have a stalker. If it was me I would be Mona, with
three locks on my door.
of Mona, she isn’t AD.
see people on social media (Besides Tumblr We see through the writers) being
like “Mona’s AD these writers are amazing” “OMG Mona is in on the game”
Honestly I feel like these are the people that the writers see, and that’s why
I’m afraid for the ending. Twitter fans (not all of them) are so far up the
writers asses, the writers probably think they wrote an Oscar winning ending.
get your hairy leg out of the Emsion scene
get your hairy leg out of my Spoby scene
GET YOUR HAIRY ASS LEG OUT OF MY HALEB WEDDING
yeah Haleb got married tonight… Look at me acting like I forgot I was sobbing
then screaming at Ezra to roll of the couch.
won’t cry at my own wedding like I did at Haleb’s
AND MRS RIVERS
WANT THAT TATTOOED ON MY FACE
love Hanna and Ashley’s relationship. Watch next week Ashley covers for Hanna
again and confesses to killing Rollins…
love Caleb to death but he can’t keep a secret
asked him twice about Hanna and he cracked.
that conversation “Yeah your daughter killed Rollins, lol”
was just fine with her daughter killing someone? I mean, why wouldn’t you be?
not being able to stay mad at Caleb was the cutest thing ever.
so glad Ashley was invited to the wedding, even though we didn’t get to hear
any vows because Ezra’s sweaty back was on my screen.
love how Haleb’s wedding was shown in a montage with the other couples going at
thought that was a cute idea? Sex scenes can be a different montage then A
can already feel people saying Caleb and Hanna getting married is sketchy. But
we all know from this episode that Caleb can’t keep a secret so if he was
hiding something I’m 101% Hanna knows too.
so you know the faces Hanna and Caleb make after Spencer smashes the phone, was
my face through out most of this episode.
can now cause phones to go up in flames? It’s reasons like this I have little
faith in a good AD.
make a pack guys, we will all have each others backs” “I swear” “Me too”
the girls were pissed off at Aria yet Caleb calls his best buddy Ezra to help
him solve his phone mystery.
control your husband
is Hanna’s husband
is Caleb’s wife
love that concept.
the police arrest Aria for being an idiot and choosing creepy Ezra over her
second favorite ship is back Mona+Game board forever. I hope they are the big
wedding in the finale.
Mona is back?
TIME. Here is a crazy idea, how about for once we don’t spoil what will happen
in the next episode. No? Okay.
killer is revealed and she wasn’t scared of them? I don’t know who is in
the episode next week but my guesses are Jason, Ezra, Aria, Melissa and my main
one baby face Lucas. I KNOW LUCAS IS LYING I JUST NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT.
other then that the promo was kind of chill? A lot of #endgame and crap with
aren’t Spencer, Hanna and Caleb working together to find out more about
Charlottes death? I could be making that up…
Lucas- I’m going with probably not, but PLEASE
Spencer’s twin- GOD NO
Wren- He isn’t I just miss him:)
Some other irrelevant character we barely know- Probably
Well okay this was from two days ago, but I’m still thinking about it so have another episode of “I feel old”.
I got into Harry Potter back when there was only three books, and I was a HUGE fan back in the day. (I think I could probably still recite parts of the first book…)
My mental image of the Potter books has always been that they’re pretty timeless and feel very contemporary, but while visiting my friend we listened to the audiobook of the first book, and when the narrator starts listing Dudley’s birthday presents and suddenly wow, a window to the past and WHEN DID HARRY POTTER START SOUNDING LIKE HISTORY ohgosh.
*Twirls away from the pic from TWO DAYS AGO* (Lewl)
Well na I drew this as part of what was going to be for my Valentine’s Collab BUT the others got deleted and this was the only one done…sorry it isn’t colored I was drawing late at night….but some colors hope they are correct if not I’m sorry I tried from looking at le picture’s…..SI…..now again
My response :
YOU CAN SEE HOW SANS IS ASHAMED WHENEVER HE’S DRAWN AS THE SHORTER ONE
LOOK AT HIS NERVOUS FACE LOOK AT IT YOU CAN EVEN SEE IN HIS EYE THE WAR FLASHBACKS
Jk I really love the way you drew these babes, holy poop they’re so beautiful ;____; looking so thin and tall aaaa my sweet darling children i love them omg
Thank you so much for this gift darling, I really appreciate it !!
so for those of you who don’t know i just recently moved to California a month ago. even thought I’ve been here for that long i haven’t really been around.
the first weekend i was here i went to the desert, then i went to San Bernardino, then i went to Disney Land (WHICH DOES EXIST!?!?!), and then i went to sea world. but other then big attractions and Walmart i haven’t really been anywhere.
well recently i broke up with my boyfriend (and no, i’m fine i’m only telling this part because it makes this story hella funnier), and well two days ago i deleted/blocked him from everything so i could move the fuck on. anyways.
today i decided, instead of sitting in my room and eating my crunchy peanut butter-nutella-honey-chocolate sandwich and get fat and watch The Breakup for the eleventh time this month i was gonna go out exploring Sunny California!
that was my first mistake.
the second mistake was not looking up the bus trails before i left.
i got on a bus and then i got off it on it’s first stop, realizing i was in the wrong place. instead of waiting for the next bus, like a smart person, i walked. i walked and i walked and i walked until i reached the SPRINTER bus near Oceanside. that was 4 fucking miles. this was my third mistake.
the forth mistake starts with the realization that not only am i alone, i don’t know what i want to do. the fifth mistake is that i was hungry as fuck, but i didn’t know what i wanted to eat.
so like any normal person i hopped on ANOTHER bus, the 101, and coasted the whole edge of Oceanside watching the waves crash on the sand and appreciating the smallness of the world. i decide while i was on that bus that this next weekend i’m going to take a train to San Bernardino and chill up there for the little time. hey! it was only 5 dollars the complete fair. look at me saving money.
as i’m on this bus day dreaming about next weekends trip, i realize FUCK IT’S GETTING LATE! so i ask the driver “yo, when’s this bus heading back to Oceanside transit center?” then he tells me, “around 9.” FUCK. i’d like to introduce you to mistake six and seven.
by the time i got to the transit center the fucking SPRINTER was closed. WHY THE HELL DO THINGS IN CALIFORNIA EVEN CLOSE!?!?! anyways, none of the buses run that late on a Sunday night i guess. mistake 8.
i’m like seven seconds form crying because i don’t wanna die in Oceanside, i’m not nearly as fond of California as much as others. I DO NOT want to die here.
so, while i’m shaking and about to have a panic attack, hungry af, two dudes (the same dudes who told me the sprinter was closed) told me where to look for a cab. and if none were there, where to call.
so i hail a cab, get in a cab, and the dude is like so where you going? and we start up conversation, i’m still hella shaky. and he asks why i went all the way to Oceanside. i was like “i just wanted to see…you know…go around. forget some things.”
“it’s a stupid reason…”
“come on kid, it can’t be that bad.”
by now the stress of the day, and just this terrible year I’ve been having kinda just sits itself on my chest and i start crying in the back of his cab and this dudes eyes go so fucking big i’m not kidding. in between my sobs and hiccups i somehow manage to cry out “m-m-my boyf-f-friend broke u-p-p-p with mee-ee-e.”
he ended driving me back to my place of dwelling and giving me a pep-talk. but anyways. just so ya’ll know, i adventured today. and i hated it.
Obiyuki Week Day 6: Little Mermaid The one-shot turned into a two-parter and now we’re going for threeeeeeee sorry! :D
Shirayuki stared down at the stranger with wide eyes, her mind a buzz of questions. Who was he? What kind of person would have the strength, and the nerve, to be able to swim here? She doubted even Mitsuhide could manage it, being so far from the shore and at the mercy of the waves. And just how long had he been there? Obviously he was the one who’d pulled on the lure to wake her, but–
She opened and closed her mouth several times, attempting to speak as his expression became more and more amused. His eyes were glittering, shades of gold and green swirling together in a way she’d never seen before. His pupils seemed almost slit like a cat, catching the light as his smile widened. Staring into his eyes, her frazzled mind finally clunked into place.
A/N: This turned
out to be a bit longer than I intended, but I hope you guys can enjoy. Initially
when I started writing this I didn’t plan on having smut, but somehow this
happened, hahaha. This is a bit toned down compared to some of the other smut I’ve
written (maybe I’ll post one day if people actually enjoy this)…
Y/N pulled into the parking garage and stepped out
of her baby blue McLaren 650S, sugar daddy number two had always been a car
enthusiast and because of that he wanted only the best for his baby. After
locking the car she took an elevator to her penthouse located downtown, daddy
number one wanted her nearby, so he got her this in order to visit her more
often. The moment she unlocked her door her white purebred Pekingese came
running to greet her, its tail waged in excitement while she pawed at her
“Hi there Marshmallow! Did you miss me?” she asked
picking up the small fluff ball that attacked her with kisses. “Mommy missed
you too!” she cooed happily as her dog barked in response, sugar daddy number
four bought her a dog to keep her company the moment he found out she was an
animal lover. She’d never forget the moment he showed up in front of her with a
small palm sized puppy, look at her now she was almost three times the size she
was when they first met.
The girl tiredly threw her bag pack on the maple
wood flooring in her bedroom. It had been a long day today, she removed her
rose gold Tiffany Enchant heart pendant before she laid down on her queen sized
bed. Daddy number three loved buying her rose gold jewelry because pink had
always been her favorite color and she had always been his favorite. The
Pekingese jumped onto the bed and curled up next to her, she knew it was
Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttered open after having heard
some noise, she sat up and observed her surrounding through her half lidded
eyes. Marshmallow hurriedly jumped off the bed and barked in excitement from
the other room, which could only mean one thing.
“Baby girl.” He called out in his husky voice.
“There you are, were you asleep?” he asked gazing at her sitting figure, a
small smile etched on her lips.
“Yeah.” the younger girl croaked stretching her
arms. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over today.” She commented walking over to
him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I thought I’d surprise you.” He replied playing
with her disheveld hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat, then
come back and watch a movie here.”
“Sure, anything for you~ but let me go take a shower
first.” With that she gave him a quick peck and ran off to the bathroom.
Jongin walked over to the bed and took a seat next to the
dog, she jumped and pawed him begging him for attention. He happily rubbed its
belly, Marshmallow had taking a liking to him ever since they first met, maybe
because he was a dog owner as well.
Jongin could hear a phone ringing,
initially he thought it was his own but he had forgotten his in the car because
he was in such a rush to finally see her, it had almost been a week and that
was more than enough time away from his baby. The same ringing could be heard
every couple of seconds, fed up with the annoying sound he reached over to her
nightstand where her phone was. His intentions were to silence the phone, but
the moment he saw her screen light with a message from a contact saved
under ‘Daddy no. 3’ he felt his insides churn. Quickly
clicking on the message of the unlocked phone and read: ‘Princess, are you busy tonight? I miss you~’. The
brunette went back and made his way to all her conversations, there were three
other guys who had daddy under their contact name as well. He opened a
conversation that had a time stamp from two days ago and started to read the messages.
what car do want for your birthday this year?’
do realize my birthday is still 3 months away, right? Haha. Plus you got me a
car just a couple months ago…’
but I want to know now just encase it has to be imported. Last time I got you a
McLaren, so what about an Audi R8 this year?’
it come in red?’
sure! Wahh, you’re the best! ❤ ’
Jongin’s jaw clenched in anger as
he tightly gripped the phone not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Who the fuck was he? Who the fuck were the others? Soon
enough he couldn’t hear the sound of running water anymore, he quickly slipped
the phone into his slacks. His eyes narrowed at her, she was only wearing a
short silk bathrobe when she stepped out. Y/N blinked at him a couple of times
bewildered by the sudden atmosphere in her bedroom.
“How many are there?” the man questioned in a
dangerously low voice.
Y/N blinked a couple of times trying to make sense
of what he was referring to. “Eh? What are you talking about?”
“I said, how many more are there? Not including me.”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She
responded walking over to her closet looking for the perfect outfit.
“I know I’m not the only one!
Who the fuck is ‘daddy no. 3’? And how many more
are there?” he barked fed up. He grabbed her phone and unlocked it for her.
“Who the fuck are all these pricks?” he hissed showing her the conversations,
he could clearly see her facial expression go from a confused one to a panicked
“This is all a misunderstanding Jongin, I swear!” Y/N
reasoned trying to reach for her phone.
“Misunderstanding? I read some of the messages, so
one of them got you a car? What kind?” he asked looking straight into her eyes,
she could see nothing but rage in them.
“I asked, what kind? Answer the fucking questions.”
He whispered dangerously.
“A McLaren 650S…”
“Now I’m going to ask again nicely, how many more
are there?” he tried to sound as calm as possible, but right now that was quite
yourself…” she whispered not being able to handle his intense gaze.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled.
“Jongin…” she pleaded.
“Three other guys, you have three other guys wrapped
around your finger!” he snarled. “What else have they given you?” he wondered
looking around the room. “Where did you get this necklace? I didn’t fucking
give it to you! Or this… All of this!” he yelled rummaging through her drawers
angrily throwing the contents everywhere.
“Jongin, stop!” the girl begged grabbing onto his
arm only to get shoved away.
“How many of them did you sleep with?” slowly he
began walking over to her, his nicely combed hair was now a mess and his usual
sparkling eyes were dull. “Did you let them fuck you on the same bed I took
you?” he asked glancing at her bed.
“No! I- It’s not like that!”
“Then what is it like- You know what, I don’t even
want to know.” Jongin uttered before storming out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Y/N frantically following
after him, she never wanted this to happen, she never intended on having him
“Away from this, I can’t even look at you right
now.” Those were the final words she heard before he slammed the door close,
she stared at it blankly not sure what to make of the situation. She wondered
whether she’d ever see him step through that door again.
Y/N laid in her bed staring at
the ceiling, it had been three days, a whole 72 hours since she had last seen him.
Jongin hadn’t bothered to call or message her after the incident. So many
thoughts ran through her mind, I shouldn’t have left my phone
out in the open like that. I should have put a passcode on that thing a long
time ago. Every time she closed her eyes she could see his face
contorted in pain and disgust. It wasn’t always like this, she hadn’t always
been a sugar baby. She didn’t know how she had let it get this far. It had all started as a way to pay for
her tuition, before this she barely had enough to even cover her classes, until
he came along.
It all started when her friends had finally convinced her
to go to a club with them. Y/N wasn’t the party type, but her friends insisted
she had to try going to a club at least once. Not wanting to hear any more of
their begging she gave in. It was hot, noisy, and crowded, she hated it. There
were people left and right all over each other and it made her scrunch her face
in disgust. While her friends danced and mingled on the dance floor she sat at
the bar boredly observing everyone while she sipped on her lemonade. Although
she got hit on quite a lot, none of them had caught her attention, except for
one man: Kim Jongin.
He had taken an interest in her and one thing led to
another but after that day she found herself meeting him more and more. The
more time she spent with him, the more money he would spend. Until one day he
proposed a deal, he would take care of financially as long as she would quit
her part time job, focus on school, and meet him whenever he wanted. Oddly
enough she had agreed, Jongin also found himself often using her as a date for
all the social events that came along with his job and because of that she met
the other three men. They made her life so much easier with cars, clothes,
gifts, and jewelry. There was never a moment she didn’t get what she wanted. It
wasn’t that Jongin didn’t give her enough, he gave her more than enough but she
feared that if he ever got bored of her he’d drop her and then, what would she
have to fall back on? Well, for now, the support of three other sugar daddies.
Y/N grabbed her phone that had been
ringing for quite a while. She looked at the caller ID and realized it wasn’t Jongin,
this was exactly why she didn’t want to even look at it in the first place
because every time she’d get a new call or text she could feel disappointment
wash over her when she’d see it wasn’t him. It was daddy no.2, what does he want?
“Hello?” she answered softly, trying not show how annoyed
“Baby, I wanted to ask you if
you wanted to have lunch with me.” came his deep voice from the
“I…Uh…” oddly enough she didn’t feel like seeing anyone
right now, unless it was Jongin.
“Come on, please.”
“Sure, just tell me where…”
“Y/N… Baby, why aren’t you eating? Do you not like
the food? I can ask them to take it back if you’d like. Want me to order you
something else?” Kris asked looking at her worriedly.
“No, it’s fine. It’s not that.” She replied staring
at her full plate, she didn’t have much of an appetite. She couldn’t help but
feel overwhelmed by guilt just from sitting down and having a meal with him,
all she could think about was Jongin and it bothered her.
“Then what is it? You look down baby, is there
something you want? Tell me, I’ll buy it for you!” he offered, but no amount of
money could fix how she felt.
“No, it’s okay Kris, it’s nothing.” She muttered
with a tight lipped smile. “I’m just not that hungry…”
“Let’s go somewhere else then.” With that he called
the waitress over, after paying for the meal he got up and offered her his
hand. “I just hate seeing you like this…” he murmured placing his arm around
her waist, her eyes widened in shock feeling his hand on her. She shifted
uncomfortably in his hold as his thumb caressed her sides. “Let me cheer you
up.” He whispered before pulling her closer for a kiss. Before his lips even
made contact with hers, she could feel herself being pulled away and by none
other than Jongin. He glared at Kris who was looking at him with pure hatred.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” He
growled as his grip around her wrist tightened. How’d he
know I was here? Was he here the whole time? She wondered as she
anxiously bit the inside of her cheek.
“Excuse me? I’ll do whatever I want, who the fuck
are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?” Kris hissed glaring down at the
slightly shorter male, she could see people stare at them and whisper.
“Her boyfriend, that’s who. So fuck off!” came Jongin’s irritated
reply, which caused Kris to chuckle.
“Boyfriend? Ha, she doesn’t have a boyfriend you
“She does and that’s me, so if
you could leave my girlfriend alone that would
be great.” Each word harsher than the next.
“If you’re her boyfriend then, why would she have
come meet me today? And every other time?” the tall honey blonde man inquired
which made Jongin grip her wrist harder causing Y/N to flinch in pain.
“Because I was stupid enough to let this go on for
as long as I did, so from this point on don’t call her, don’t text her, don’t
look at her, and don’t even think about her.” He spat pushing past him and
dragging her with him leaving behind a puzzled Kris.
“Have you no shame?” he snarled pushing her into the
penthouse and locking the door behind them. “After everything that happened the
other day and you still go out with him?” he scoffed looking at her with an
unreadable expression. “If I wouldn’t have intervened you’d probably be in bed
with him right now.”
“That’s not true!” she defended. “I’ve never even
slept with him!”
“Don’t lie to me, you’ve probably slept with all of
them.” He snorted as he rolled his eyes.
“That’s not fucking
“Well, I find it hard to
believe you haven’t slept with him at least, especially after what I saw at the
restaurant.” As much as she hated to admit it, she was hurt by his accusations
because she wasn’t that type of girl. Yet, after everything that had happened
with Kris, what had happened three days ago and so on she couldn’t blame him.
“I’m not some fucking whore, Kim Jongin!”
“Well, you sure as hell act like one.” He retorted
as he let out a dry laugh and with that Y/N did something she never thought
she’d do, she slapped him. His head was tilted to the left, a red handprint
adorned his tanned cheek, and she could see the shock written all over his
“I’ll be damned if I stand here and let you insult
me. Fuck you, you think you can talk to me however you want? You think you can
hurl insults at me and expect me to stand here and take them? You think you can
act like you fucking own me just because you’re my sugar daddy? No, fuck you!” each
word was louder than the next. “I don’t need this and I don’t need you!” she screeched
walking over to the closet, she then began to pack some clothes, none of it
being anything that he had given her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked finally
coming to his senses.
“Leaving, I already told you I don’t need you.” She murmured
as she closed her bag. “So keep this penthouse and everything else you’ve given
“You’re not going anywhere.” He murmured blocking
“Jongin, move.” She commanded through her gritted
“No, not unless you promise not to go anywhere.”
“Kim Jongin, MOVE!” she yelled trying to push past
him only to have both her wrist grabbed.
“No, god damnit! You’re not going anywhere!” he
yelled pushing her onto the bed. “Where are you going to go, huh?” she could
feel his eyes piercing into hers.
“Why does it matter?” she shot back irritated.
“Because I’m not about to let you go running into
another man’s arms!”
“Oh my god, are you listening to yourself?” she
gawked in disbelief. Not bothering to reply Jongin kissed her, his soft lips
pressed hungrily against hers.
Y/N blinked several times as she tried to process what was
going on, her small hands pushed against his muscular chest in protest. She
could feel his hands travel down her sides and to her ass, giving it a squeeze,
she gasped which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in his tongue. As
much as she told herself she didn’t like it, she knew damn well she was lying.
His lips traveled from hers down to her neck, she could feel his teeth grazing
over her skin, teasing her. She bit on her lower lip harshly trying to prevent
any sounds as he nibbled her neck, she didn’t want him to have the satisfaction
of knowing she was enjoying it. Y/N cried in pain feeling his teeth bite down
harshly, blood was seeping through the freshly formed wound. His tongue roamed
over the bloody spot, the warm crimson liquid mixed with his saliva. He sucked
on the same place he had just bitten, trying to get rid of the excess blood and
as an attempt to dull the pain.
“Jongin, that hurts!” Y/N whined squirming in discomfort.
“It hurts? You know what else hurts? You going
around my back with three other guys.” He spat pulling back, she could see his
eyes clouded with fury and lust. She looked away not knowing what to say. “You
really thought you could keep that from me?” he growled letting her go so he
could take off his shirt.
“I’m sorry.” She really was, she couldn’t help but
feel guilty knowing how much she had hurt him because he was the last person
she wanted to hurt. Yet, at the same time she didn’t fully understand his anger
because she was his sugar baby, not his girlfriend.
“You’re sorry? …Look at me.” She regretted listening to
him, she couldn’t help but stare at the tent that had formed in his pants.
“Baby girl, look at what you’ve caused…” he groaned dropping his pants around
his ankles. “Show me how sorry you really are.” She could practically hear the
smirk etched on his plump lips. “Come on now, don’t be shy.” Jongin grabbed her
by the arm and yanked her off the bed, then pushed her down to the floor onto
her knees. “Don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” Her hand gingerly pulled
down his briefs in order to free his member, which slapped against his abdomen.
He hissed feeling her cold hand grab the base of his cock, without any
hesitation he tangled his fingers in her hair and shoved himself inside her
mouth. Jongin couldn’t help but moan at the sight before him; her pink lips
were wrapped around his girth and her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head,
he wanted more. He grunted grabbing a fistful of her hair and thrusting into
her mouth mercilessly, enjoying the sound of her gagging. Y/N cupped his balls gently
massaging them and with that he moaned her name, he was close. His thrust began
getting more aggressive to the point where tears were trickling
down her cheeks. After a couple more pumps Jongin let out a breathy groan and
abruptly pulled away, just in time. Ribbons of his warm creamy seed gushed onto
her pretty little face, the sticky white substance ran down her lips to her
chin. “Fuck, you look so good like that…” he whispered biting his lip, not
having to be told Y/N swiped her finger against her cheeks taking some of the
substance and tasting it.
remained in the same position, her knees were aching from the hardwood floor,
but she knew better than to move without permission. Without a word he left and
came back with a moist towel. Carefully he cleaned the mess off of her face,
then threw the towel to the floor.
Jongin pulled her back up and placed her on the bed
beneath him, this time she didn’t bother to protest when he kissed her. Slowly
his hand slipped underneath her blouse, feeling her flat stomach before he made
his way to her breast. He cursed under his breath when his hand made contact
with her bra, it was in his way.
“Take it off.” she begged wanting to feel his hands
against her skin, not through a piece of clothing. He didn’t need to be told
twice, he carelessly removed her top and lacy red bra, he simply ignored the
fact that he had just ripped a thousand dollar blouse. Y/N could feel him
staring at her chest and it was making her feel self-conscious.
“Too bad I’m not the only one who has seen you like
this.” He whispered angrily as he pinned both her wrist above her head with one
hand while he roughly massaged her breast with the other.
“Oh my god.” Soft moans could be heard as Jongin
pinched her nipples, the pink nubs only became more sensitive with every squeeze
and flick. “Jongin.” She whined as he sucked on the supple flesh, making her
small frame squirm beneath him. She could feel herself dripping in excitement
with every wave of pleasure he sent through her body.
“Be a good girl.” He warned letting go of her wrist.
One hand held her breast as he fondled it while the other made its way down
lower until she could feel his fingers press against her clothed entrance.
“You’re so wet, is this because of me? Did I do this?” he asked cockily while
rubbing her throbbing core through her moist panties, not being able to muster
any words Y/N nodded her head eagerly in response. With that he proceeded to
rip her panties off, she was a bit shocked at first but she was more turned on
than anything else.
“What about my skirt?” she questioned curiously as
she tilted her head to the side.
“That you’re going to leave on,
there’s something about fucking you with it on that turns me on even more.” He
confessed spreading her legs apart in order to get a good look. “Mm, look at
that pink pussy, nice and wet for me.” Y/N felt
her cheeks heat up because of his dirty talk. Suddenly she felt his hot breath
against her dripping wet entrance. He ran his tongue up and down her slits in a
teasing manner before shoving his tongue into her hole while at the same time
rubbing her sensitive clit as he pumped his tongue in and out.
“Jongin! Ahh ahh… I can’t. I can’t handle it!” she mewled
thrashing around overwhelmed with pleasure, Jongin couldn’t put into words how
much he enjoyed hearing the sweet sounds that came out of her mouth. He prided
himself in being the only one who could drive her this point. In response to
her he placed both his hands on her thighs and spread her legs farther apart,
giving him better access. “Oh god, Jongin.” Y/N whimpered feeling a knot
forming in her stomach. His tongue was suddenly replaced with two of his
fingers, she let out a gasp. He was curling his fingers inside of her bringing
her closer and closer to her release, but before that happened he pulled them
“You didn’t actually think I’d let you cum, did
you?” the man mused. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, only punished.” He mumbled
before shoving himself inside of her unexpectedly. Y/N moaned in pain and
pleasure, he didn’t even bother to let her adjust. “You’re so fucking tight, I
missed this so much.” She could feel him thrusting into her at a fast pace,
usually he would work his way up to it, but not today. She couldn’t hold back
her lewd moans as he pounded into her. “Who’s making you feel good?” he breathed
out looking down, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth parted open spewing out
nothing but profanity along with his name.
“You!” she groaned digging her long nails into his
shoulders, giving him more marks to proudly show off.
“Damn right.” He growled grabbing one of her legs
and placing it over his shoulder in order to get better access. “And whose are
“Yours, I’m yours Jongin!”
“That’s right, you’re mine, all mine.” He greedily
moaned gripping her waist tightly, finger shaped bruises were sure to
“Jongin, I’m so close…
Please, let me cum this time.” She begged gazing up at him with pleading eyes.
She could see sweat dripping down his body while he stared at her through his
half lidded eyes.
“Beg for it some more.”
“Jongin… Please, let me cum! Please, I’ll do
anything… Please!” she shamelessly moaned throwing her pride aside, something
only he could get her to do.
“Well, since you asked nicely.” She could feel his hips
snap against her quicker and rougher as he continued to hit her sweet spot. “Oh
my god, Y/N you feel so good around me.” And that was more than enough to throw
her over the edge. He groaned feeling her walls contracting around his girth,
just a couple more strokes and he was coming too. She moaned his name feeling
his dick twitch inside of her, she could feel his warm seed fill her fertile
womb. Her womanhood desperately squeezing him for every last drop.
“Y/N…” he panted pulling out of her, he could see
his cum dripping out of her making him feel proud. “I gave you everything Y/N,
so why?” his voice was now barely above a whisper. “Why did you need three
other guys?” his voice laced with pain and confusion.
“Jongin… You don’t understand, you were my only
source of income so if you would have dropped me for some other girl I would
have had nothing to fall back on. That’s why, maybe I got carried away by
dragging three other men along, but what if? What if one stops, then I need the
other one.” She reasoned as she bit her lower lip. “I was just looking out for
myself.” She mumbled staring at his side profile.
“But that’s why you have
me! To look out for you, how stupid can you be?” he hissed glaring down at her,
she was sitting up on the bed now. “I’m not going to drop you for another girl,
my god, you stupid little thing.” He grumbled closing his eyes and taking in a
“I’m not stupid.”
“Yes, you are! What kind
of guy do you think I am? You do realize you’re the only girl I’ve ever done
this with? You’re my first and last, I’ve never been anyone else’s sugar daddy
and I don’t plan on it anytime soon.” He explained crossing his arms.
“Ugh, Y/N…” he whined caressing her cheek “You’re
only supposed to look at me, meet me, sleep with me…”
“Jongin, how many times do I have to tell you, I did
not sleep with them!” she snapped. “Sure they might have bought me shit, but at
most all I did was keep them company in exchange, even skinship was limited. I
felt so uncomfortable today when Kris was holding me close…”
“Okay, okay… I’m sorry
that I jumped to conclusions, I’m sorry I called you a whore… I’m sorry for
everything. So please, don’t leave.” Each and every words overflowed with
sincerity, how could she say no?
“I’m not going anywhere…” she replied giving him a
“Earlier, while you were begging me to let you cum
you said you would do anything.” A devilish smile adorned his lips. “Since I
let you cum, you better comply… I want you to stop seeing them, all three of
them. I want you to cut it off with them.”
“Okay, I will.” She agreed, she was willing to do
anything to make it up to him.
“That also includes giving back everything that they
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that order. “I
was already planning on doing that.”
“Good, because I’m your boyfriend so it’s my job to
“Boyfriend?” she whispered looking at him oddly.
“Yeah, didn’t you hear me back at the restaurant?”
he said cocking a brow.
“I thought you just said that in the heat of the
“No, I said that because I meant it.” He mumbled.
“Why? Why would you want to be my boyfriend?
Especially after everything I did…”
“You’re so oblivious, it’s because I love you.” He
could feel his cheeks flush pink at his own confession.
“I know, I understand you probably don’t feel the
same way and-“
“I love you too.” Who knew, those four little
words could bring so much joy to his heart.
I just wanted to let you know that Steven J. Fry (now named
Simba), who I adopted from you guys two days ago, is doing extremely well.
He is happy and quite active and loving his new home :)
He is loved by
all the people who I’ve introduced him to so far. He adapted quite quickly to
his new home and was out exploring the condo as soon as I let him out of the
carrier. He gets plenty of love and I look forward to continuing that :)
But you and Luke completing your morning routines side by side, starting with (somehow) dragging each other out of bed, your husband frying eggs while you brewed the coffee and buttered and toasted bread for the both of you. Neither of you were morning people, therefore the only communication between the two of you consisted of grunts and nods of acknowledgement until you sat down across from each other at the dinner table and flooded your systems with enough caffeine to be fully coherent. You’d empty the load in the dishwasher run the night before while Luke washed the dirty dishes from breakfast, a kiss tasting of jam and morning breath shared before racing to the bathroom, hip checking each other against the hallway walls, giggling, the whole way there.
You’d hop in the shower while Luke shaved in the mirror a mere few feet away from you, humming one song after another, snickering as you tried to guess each one. He’d press desperate kisses your face through the open shower curtain after your head poked out and complained it was his fault you got shampoo in your eyes because his voice was just too damn distracting, whining “Baby, I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t help myself from making you laugh because it’s my favorite sound in the whole wide world.”
Your husband would chuckle as you bent over the bathroom counter, wrapped in only a towel, sputtering as you washed your face and laugh even harder when you shot a glare at him through the mirror. You’d both try to hold incomprehensible conversations with your toothbrushes lodged in your mouths, accidentally spitting out the accumulation of toothpaste that’d gathered in your mouths due to laughing carelessly at each other’s attempts to communicate. Luke would mock you as you stood in front of the mirror, drawing your wand of mascara through your eyelashes with his mouth hanging wide open in jest, prompting you to chase him out of the bathroom with a threat of “Seriously Luke, your eyes would look amazing with a bit of mascara.” You’d stand, both clad in only your underwear in your walk-in closet, critiquing each other’s outfit choices until the both of you were satisfied with the others clothes, you squealing as Luke took the opportunity to pinch your butt while you wiggled and squeezed your way into your jeans.
As you both applied deodorant and whatever fragrance you’d chosen to wear that day, you’d make plans for dinner (“well we have leftovers from two days ago that we still haven’t finished” “darling, if you love me, you won’t make me eat that sad excuse for meat loaf again”). You’d bicker as you gathered your keys and necessities for work over who fed Wrigley (your golden retriever) and end up sitting on the floor for at least ten minutes petting the dog laying between the both of you on the kitchen floor, obnoxiously apologizing to him when you realized you both neglected to fill his food bowl for breakfast. You’d check each other’s teeth for food and noses for boogers at the front door, fixing each other’s hair before sharing a kiss goodbye, heading your separate ways to work, screaming “I love you"s out the windows of your cars as you drove away from each other.
I’m sorry. I wrote this today, and I cried and I still did not stopped from writing. And I’m sorry.
This is my take on what I THINK might happen (should happen) in the next episode.
Your life was a
blessing Your memory a treasure You are loved beyond
words and missed beyond measure
They came back from the Underworld two days ago and they,
well more like her parents and Regina, decided that Killian needs a proper
funeral. Emma agreed with them between “yes” and “no” and “uhm” since that was
all she could say. She missed him a lot, she couldn’t sleep knowing that he won’t
be around anymore, hug her, kiss her, tell her or show her how much he loves
her or even talk her out of the stupid things she wanted to do. She cursed
Cruella because she destroyed the phone, she thought that if the phone was
still in the Underworld Killian would be able to talk with her, but then she realized
that he wouldn’t do it even if he could. He loved her too much and knew that
talking with her thought that phone will hurt her even more.
The day of the funeral was a grey day, cloudy and rainy. People
wore black around her and had black umbrellas to protect themselves from the
rain. Emma was in black like everyone else. Black jeans, black shirt, black
boots and a black leather jacket. His black leather jacket. She refused to wear
a hat like Regina and her mother or an umbrella like everyone else. He just put
her hair in a ponytail and moved like a robot from her parents loft to her
father’s car and then to the graveyard.
She remembered reading that when it rains at a funeral even
God and his angels are sad because the person died. She looked at the sky and
“Please bring him back. If what everyone says about you it’s
true, please bring him back. I’ve seen so many crazy things in my life, I wish
I could see just another. Bring him back to me. Please.” She prayed at the sky
hoping that there is a God who watches over them and listens to her prayers.