#jay mills

[laur-kinsellaodonnell]

MY MAN!

I was tagged by @red-orchid and @justreblogginfics to give four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !!

(That is not the only thing they have me yelling)

I'm sure this won't be at all surprising to you.

No pressure tags for @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @itspdameronthings @stealfromthedevil @navybrat817 @maggiemayhemnj @ramadiiiisme @middleearthpixie @sotwk and absolutely anyone else who wants to play and proudly show off their MEN 💗

[bloatedandalone04]

Hi, will there be anything added to your Ray and William masterlist for Charlie Hunnam?

Hi!

I have multiple Will fics that are in the works, two of which are fully written but sitting in my tabs unedited (I hateee editing), so there will be much more added for him!

For Ray, I have a part 2 in mind for the fic I have posted for him, and I have a bunch of ideas for other ones too, so it's safe to say that more will be added for him as well.

And of course, I don't see myself growing tired of writing for Jax anytime soon, so a lot more will be out for him, including one today...

I also have a fic for his character Jay... but I'm not sure if I'll post it since I don't know if a lot of people have seen that movie (it's why he's in the masterlist picture collage).

[jaychive]

What if Solo Leveling men were WOKE:

Sung BInwoo

Woo PANchul

Liu ZhiGAY

Min BI-gyu

Thomas AnDEMI

Choi Jong-ENBY

BIek Yoonho

Lim TaeGAY

Lennart QUEERmann

GAY Mills

YAOI Orloff

GoTRANS Ryuji

SiddhARO Bacchan

ChristoPAN Reed

Hwang DEMIsoo

[hotdamnhunnam]

Hiiiii bb!

I’m coming to pick your brain about Charlie’s kisses, and if you have any favorites from all his roles?

He’s so fucking romantic, and handsy, and sweeps you off your feet. Like every prince charming 👀 rolled into one.

One of my favorites is this one:

The slight head tilt to the left, the thoughtful blink and tilt to the right, THE EYE CONTACT— after he has decided to kiss her?????? FUCKING FUCK

Weaving his hands into her hair and holding her face 🚨🚨🚨

His thumb stretching up to hold MORE of her face 😭🪦

And he dips his head down to capture her lips, then tilts his head back up😭😭😭😭😭😭

So… what are your fave Charlie kisses? Are there any that you’ve watched on repeat and analyzed up the wahoo like I have? 😂

OMFG YES GURRRLLL!!! 💯

Charlie kissing is a WHOLE DAMN KINK and never fails to rock my fucking world 🫠

Do I have faves?!??! For starters THIS ONE with big thanks to you for the gif babes 😘 — the way he’s seriously swallowing her face??! Sucking the soul out of her mouth as his thumb sweeps over her cheek?? The angling of his head messing his hair up as he crushes her deeper into the bed and then the passionately pressing way he mushes his lips into hers make me so fucking weak?!?!??!?! Never mind that we all know from how many times we’ve shamelessly studied this scene, that his left hand eventually lowers to cup her jaw/throat/neck and practically choke her which renders me a goddamn wreck like it’s obscene 💀🪦

I’m also honestly obsessed with all of his love scenes in The Ledge because Gavin is such an underrated gem!! 🥹💎 I tried to find good gifs and this is one of my faves of them. There’s such a tenderness in Gavin’s lovemaking that’s just all kinds of soft and sweet, and such a contrast to the kiss above which focused more on primal heat — the love behind the kiss below was pure and heartfelt and the fact that Charlie pulls off both so flawlessly is a fucking god-tier feat. The way his lower lip curls in after the first kiss as he dips down for the next one??!? And the slow sensuous brush of his hair swept across her forehead has me undone ughhh he is simply perfection 😩

This kiss from Papillon deserves an honorable mention as well — because fucking hell — can you even imagine feeling his upper lip doing that downright unholy thing to your nose as his tongue darts across your parted lips for just one breath, before he dives in to devour you to death?!! 👅🫦 And note the placement of his thumb too. Charlie’s hands are always on you.

Lastly I think for me these kisses have to be his best of all — his kisses in Deadfall.

I could go on and on and on about what an entire goddamn kink this is. Who does this life-ruining motherfucker even think he is??!?!!!?!!

The way he looks at her — through lashes lowered in the passion of the moment as if nothing else in all the world has ever fucking mattered — makes me shatter — the way his mouth moves is the sum of all the seven deadly sins — the way he breathes her so heavily in — THAT THING HIS THUMB IS DOING TO HER BOTTOM LIP IN THE LAST ONE is so damn devilishly hot that it has sent me to the deepest ring of hell and then rendered it heaven.

Thank you for the lovely ask bb and I hope that this answers your question!! 😋💖

[inkandanarchy]

Summary: Michigan. A blizzard. A family Thanksgiving that turns into a blood-soaked standoff. reader's, still haunted by your childhood sweetheart, Jay Mills. When fugitives Liza and Addison crash into your town — and into Jay’s home — everything unravels in one violent night. Guns on the table, blood on the floor, and confessions too raw to take back.

Warning: violence, gunfire, hostage situations, blood, emotional trauma, family dysfunction, toxic relationships, death, blizzard survival, morally gray characters.

PART 1 - Homecoming in a Blizzard

The snow came down like it had a grudge. Hard and mean, the kind that blinds your headlights and buries the road faster than a shovel can cut it. Michigan in November — the land itself wanted you dead.

You sat in the passenger seat of the cruiser, boots wet from slush, radio hissing static more than words. Sheriff Becker, your father, kept his eyes forward like you weren’t even there. He hadn’t said a damn word since you climbed in, except to grumble that you were late.

“Can’t afford mistakes in weather like this,” he muttered finally, jaw tight. “And sure as hell can’t afford weak links.”

He didn’t look at you. Didn’t have to. You knew who he meant.

You pressed your tongue to your teeth, biting down on the words that wanted out. You’d learned a long time ago not to fight him head-on. He was the law in this county, always had been. And you were just his daughter, playing deputy in a borrowed badge, even though you’d done the work, passed every test. Even though the FBI had already accepted you for training in Quantico. He didn’t know that yet. Didn’t matter anyway — he’d just see it as another way you were trying to outrun his shadow.

The radio crackled, a dispatcher’s voice breaking through. Nothing urgent. Just a false alarm, some drunk calling in coyotes like they were wolves. Becker turned it down, shook his head.

“People lose their goddamn minds soon as the snow hits,” he said.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stared out at the blur of white and trees whipping by, and thought of Jay.

Jay Mills.

The boy with scabbed knuckles and a crooked grin who used to steal apples with you behind the general store. The one who walked you home from school even after your father barked at him to stay away. The one who swore he’d marry you one summer night when you were sixteen, sitting on the hood of his rusted-out Ford, fireflies blinking like cigarette embers in the tall grass.

The one who left.

You hadn’t seen him in years, except in the ring on the TV at the local bar, a flicker of recognition in the sweat and blood under the lights. And then his mugshot, when the news announced his arrest. Former boxer. Convict. Another man Becker had written off as a waste.

But not you. You remembered the boy who kissed you soft behind the bleachers, whispering promises you’d never stopped keeping in your chest.

The cruiser pulled back into the lot at the sheriff’s office, tires crunching on ice. Becker killed the engine, shoved the keys in his coat pocket.

“You’re off shift. Go home,” he said flatly. “Dinner’s at your brother’s tomorrow. Don’t be late for that, either.”

You climbed out without answering, boots hitting the frozen ground. The snow stung your face like glass.

And somewhere out there, in this same storm, Jay Mills was driving home.

The crash was nothing but twisted metal and smoke bleeding into the storm. The windshield spider-webbed, the steering wheel punched in. The driver wheezed once, blood bubbling at his lips, and then went slack.

Addison climbed out, knuckles raw, a cut blooming across his cheek. Liza followed, wide-eyed, shivering in her thin coat. The cold ate her bones quick.

"We split," Addison said. His voice was flat, final. "Too hot to stay together."

"Addie—" she started, but he cut her off with a look. The kind of look that shut doors and locked them behind it.

She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. The snow swallowed her small frame as she walked one way down the frozen road. Addison walked the other.

Back in town, the night dragged its feet. You pushed open the door of the sheriff's office, the blast of heat smelling like burnt coffee and old paper. Becker didn't even look up from the map spread across his desk.

"You're not on this," he barked, stabbing at the county lines with a pencil. "This is my hunt."

Your jaw ached from clenching it. "You think I can't handle fugitives?"

"I don't think. I know." He finally met your eyes, and there it was: that stone-hard wall of a man who hadn't softened once since your mother died. When you were small, your young life had been plagued by the loss. Your father was fond of the bottle and as nasty as a snake when he wasn't on shift. You knew the man he really was behind closed doors. "Don't need my little girl out here making mistakes."

You almost laughed. Little girl. You'd put cuffs on drunks twice his size, dragged methheads out of basements, patched your own wounds. When he was too drunk to remember beating you. But you bit it back, like always, and walked out into the snow again.

The storm howled in your ears, and you wondered if Jay was out in it. You knew he was getting released. You'd checked. 

He was.

Jay's truck rattled down a deserted road, heater busted, hands gripping the wheel until his knuckles matched the snow outside. His lip was split, blood dried at the corner. The fight with his old coach played over in his head — the crack of knuckles against bone, the thud of a body hitting the mat. He hadn't meant to leave him bleeding like that. But prison had taught him one thing: better to run than to rot.

The lights of a bar flickered through the whiteout. He pulled in, shoulders heavy, head low. Just a drink. Just a warm place to sit for a minute.

That's when she saw him.

Liza. Sitting alone, fingers wrapped around a glass like it was an anchor. Pale skin, black hair, eyes that scanned the room like they were looking for an exit. The exit had just arrived.

"Cold night," Jay muttered when he passed her table.

She smiled like she'd been waiting for him. "Colder without company."

Her partner in crime, Addison, meanwhile, left red in the snow. An old man's cabin. A fight that ended with blood on the floorboards, a finger left behind. His rage burned hot enough that he didn't feel the pain until later, until he pressed the wound against the snowmobile's engine, hissing as the flesh seared.

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, voice low and shaking. "Nobody gets the best of me. Nobody."

The blizzard answered back, endless and merciless.

You ended your shift past midnight, boots dragging, brain wired. Becker had shoved you off the case, but that didn't stop the gnaw in your gut. Something was coming — you could feel it.

Snowflakes caught in your lashes as you walked to your car, and for one second, you let yourself imagine Jay pulling up beside you, window rolling down, that crooked grin flashing.

But it wasn't him. Just silence. Just ghosts.

And out there in the white, two siblings carved their bloody path toward you.

[secretlysamcro]

Okay so please share with the class what you thought of Deadfall

HA! let me take my seat, thank you for creating this space for us hehe 🖤

Okay so firstly, the film as a whole? Shit x (now don’t get me wrong cause I LOVE a !!!!!STEP!!!!! Sibling trope) but this was just, I don’t know? Yucky and not giving the step vibe lol

Also I HATE Liza, for dragging our baby boy into that entire situation!!!!!! Like girllll go somewhere else praying on our vulnerable and shaken babe!!!! HE DESERVES BETTER!

Now let’s get to my favourite parts!!! Which is pretty obvious right? THE SEX SCENES? AM I RIGHT!!!! Like UGH I had to rewind a few times just to take it ALL fucking in, (for writing fic purposes of course 😉) the details, the way his body moves, his body in fucking GENERAL AHHHHH HELP. The way he fucking kisses? The way he fucking drills into her from below Jesus fucking Christ💦 send help I’m drowning

Oh and when he fucking GROWLED “ILL PUT YOU IN A FUCKING COMA” (or something along those lines)

Like bitch PLEASE, I VOLUNTEER PICK ME PICK ME

But yes I did enjoy our babe Jay even if the movie itself was meh!!! I’m also EXCITED!!!!!! to soak up all the new jay fics I can find, starting with yours of course!!! & I’m already obsessed!!!!! 🖤

[bellaxgiornata]

Finally watching Deadfall tonight. I need to edit Jax-Pocalypse for tomorrow really badly, but my head isn't in it because of my pain levels today, doctors appointments this morning, and some muscle relaxers making me really tired tonight. I just want to watch Charlie instead...

[nofatclips]

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