#also i BET there's someone out there who will see this and be like ''she's reaching''

[ladykailitha]

Shut Up and Drive Part 1

Hello and welcome to the little fic that been stewing in my mind off and on since I joined this fandom and have finally starting writing it.

This story was born out of the rogue thought of 'how did Eddie know Steve could drive the RV fast enough to get them the hell out of Dodge?' and the idea that bored rich kids in a small rural town absolutely would go out street racing on the weekends and you have this.

It's technically canon adjacent as you'll see as we lead up to the RV scene, still drifts (I'm punny ;) ) into AU territory later on.

Summary: Eddie does what he needs to to keep the lights on and that means dealing to stupid rich kids with more money than sense. He prefers parties because it's indoors and he's able to slip out the back. But from March until October is when he makes his best money. Because that's when bored, little rich kids race each other for money. And at the end of the season, pink slips. Eddie hates all the leaders of each of the three fractions, Cruise and her Pink Ladies, Titan and his Drift Dynasty, but the one that really grinds his gears is stupid pretty boy King and his even stupider named Asphalt Assassins.

Or in which Carol, Tommy, and Steve all head a street racer crew without the others knowing and no one knowing Steve=King. They're stupid kids, all right?

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When you live in the middle Bumfuck Nowhere you have very limited options on what to do for fun on the weekends. There’s a movie at the Hawk, the arcade, or if you’re lucky some rich kid will throw a party and invite you.

Or if you’re among the sacred few, you go out street racing. A couple Saturdays a month during the warm months of the year, a group of kids with more money than sense will pick one of the many backroads and race.

Usually they play for money, make bets, that sort of thing. But the weekend before Halloween, they race for pink slips. For the car themselves.

Eddie is always kept in the know because he provides a service these rich kids need. Drugs. Weed is common as is Speed for obvious reasons. Someone else provides the booze, thank god, but Eddie does really well on these nights. He always comes home with enough to keep the lights on and get real food for a week.

He was at the first drag meet of year and after three years of this, he still didn’t know the real name of the “The King”. The best racer and MC. He was a vision in cropped tops and cut off jeans barely long enough to cover his ass. He wore a baseball cap and dark sunglasses, even at night.

The dude never raced the same car twice; having won so many his first year, they were forced to only have the finale race for pink slips.

He was also the biggest pain in the ass, according to Eddie. He never smoked weed, did any of the harder drugs, nor let anything other than water pass his lips. He had the biggest and deepest pockets but he never bought anything from Eddie. And that stinginess rubbed him the wrong way.

This was going to be the year he made the King fall from his Ivory tower to partake of his goods.

He pulled up to the spot behind the Hess Farm. There was talk that the old man was thinking of selling, so the Dragsters with their three factions, The Asphalt Assassins, The Pink Ladies, and The Drift Dynasty had decided to use it one last time before it was sold to someone with actual fucking hearing.

The King was already there with the rest of the Asphalt Assassins. They had all taken on their King’s disguise of cut off shorts, crop tops, sunglasses and baseball caps. Though their shorts weren’t nearly as short as their leader’s. The King was the only one who wore white, the rest wore black.

Suddenly there was a roar behind him and turned to see the second best team, The Pink Ladies, complete with their pink jackets, high heels, and bandannas over their faces. Their leader Cruise wore a pink tribly with a black band. She looked like Sandy at the end of “Grease” only all in pink.

Then the final faction roared up to the field. The Drift Dynasty. All the members were kids of racers who had raced back in the 50s. Even the two girls. These racers wore red hoodies and black sunglasses. For fuck’s sake they even had their handles printed on the back of the hoodies like sports jerseys. Their leader, Titan was a hard-nosed asshole and Eddie just might hate him more then the King.

Eddie took a brief moment to scan the horizon for cops and then he hopped out of the van. He walked past the other two racing teams as if they didn’t exist. Because as far as he was concerned they would hit him up at any time during the night and he would make bank off of them. No his attention was solely on King.

“Your majesty,” he said with an exaggerated bow. “I’ve come to peddle my wares.”

King snorted. He was currently leaning against metallic purple Dodge Charger, cooler than the frigid night air. Not that he looked like he felt it. He was in his signature Daisy Duke’s and crop top. Sure he had leather jacket on, but it was draped so that it was falling off his shoulders. It looked artful and God did it make Eddie’s blood boil.

“Just announcing my arrival,” he said, wagging his eyebrows. He opened the lunch box and presented it to King. “Anything that tantalizes your majesty?”

King shook his head. “Nothing you have will ever pass these lips, so you best take your ‘wares’ elsewhere, man.”

“I’ll find something that will,” Eddie murmured with a knowing smirk. “Just wait.”

“Keep dreamin’, you dork,” King said, shaking his head fondly. “Go on, your real customers are waiting.”

Eddie straightened up and turned to the crowd. “I’ll be at my van and you know the prices. Anything you want. Until I run out.” He lopped back to his van to watch the races.

The first race was always the most exciting. It was a three-way race between the leaders. The King didn’t always win, but Titan always lost. Rumor had that Titan was the son of the best racer in the game twenty years ago and was always throwing money at the best upgrades money could buy.

Not that it did Titan any good.

He had no instinct on when to use the tools available to him. He boost too early and burn out before the finish line or he would drift when he should slide. Shit like that. Unlike the King. Whose instinct was called a second sense. But Cruise was the one who could keep up with him. She had style and something to prove.

She had gone up to Titan asking for a chance to drive but he laughed in her face. He sure as hell wasn’t laughing every time she passed him.

Cruise leaned against her bright pink Camero, waiting for the men to decide to join her. Titan stepped out of his suped up black and grey Mustang and Eddie shook his head. The oversized hoodie looked ridiculous on the dude’s short frame.

The King strolled over to join them and the hunger in Titan and Cruise’s glances could not be covered by their sunglasses.

“You bet get in your ride, King,” Titan sneered. “Don’t want you freezing off those assets, now do we?”

“Like you could get my engine running, Titan,” King bitched back. “Pick a lane and stick to it, asshole.” He shook Cruise’s hand. “I look forward to racing you this year.”

“It’s always a pleasure, King,” Cruise purred. “Maybe this is the year I get you to step into my ride.”

King looked up and down and Eddie wanted to gag. Hetros are the worst.

“Maybe it will be,” King said with a smirk and then pulled her close to her ear and whispered something, Eddie couldn’t hear.

But when Cruise stepped back, her whole posture was awkward and embarrassed. Which really made him wonder what King told her.

King smirked and stepped back, too. He looked over at Titan. “You actually going to put your money where you mouth is this season or are you going to go crying back to Daddy, like you and the rest of the Dynasty do every year.”

Titan bristled and would have launched himself at King if a couple of his cronies hadn’t held him back.

King crossed his arms in front of his chest, popping one hip. “You want to bring it, Titan? Show me in your car, not your fists.”

Titan brushed his cronies off and straightened his clothes. “One day, King, you’ll lose your crown just like that loser Steve Harrington.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say as King grabbed Titan’s shirt and hauled him until their faces were close together. Eddie wasn’t even sure he saw King grab the other guy it was that fast.

“You can’t even insult me without bringing someone else into your shit,” King snarled. “Put up or shut up.” Then he pushed Titan away from him and turned on his heel, striding away from the crowd and to the car he would be racing.

Eddie licked his lips. He wasn’t a car guy, sure he knew his way around an engine but he couldn’t tell you the difference between a Mustang and a Camero. But the car King got into was a sleek black thing that light seemed to bend around. Fuck, Eddie wouldn’t mind taking that baby out for a little spin. It certainly got his engine running.

King rolled up to the starting line, Titan and Cruise pulling along side him. One of the Pink Ladies held a white handkerchief in the air as the rest of the Dragsters made bets on who would win the opening race.

The engines revved as the crowd cheered. The flag went down and they were off the line, muscling for rank.

There was a clear winner, as King edged out ahead and stayed there as Cruise and Titan fought hard for second place.

And in a move that had Eddie cackling so hard he fell out of his van, was Titan coming in second. Cruise got out of her car and cursing threw her hat on the ground, fists clenched in rage.

Whatever King had said to her before the race had gotten into her head and caused her to lose the race. It was glorious to watch. King liked to pull that shit. He’d whisper something in his opponent’s ear and he would get into their head. King always won those races.

The night continued as normal, Eddie doling out the drugs and charging two to three times his normal rates to really rake it in. When someone would complain, Eddie would call it the party tax. It wasn’t his fault they were too stupid to buy during the week, they got what they got and if they kept complaining he would stop selling at these little races and woo-boy wouldn’t that upset the masses.

They would pay the cost and then make sure to pre-buy during the week. Only if they were assholes and skinflints. There weren’t many, but there were a few. Titan was one of these. Eddie had figured out the names of the pre-buyers and their little personas so he could make sure and change them even more when they came crawling to him to get another hit when they blew through the stash they had.

But for Titan, or Tommy Hagan? He would quadruple his prices to at least put a dent in the money Daddy gave him for suping up his car. Because even though Titan never won against King, against almost anyone else, that decked out Mustang of his was not street legal in any sense of the phrase.

Finally he sold his last baggie of weed and forced to close up shop. He checked the crowd and counted numbers, satisfied that everyone was boozing and drugging it up, he stowed the cash in his hiding spot in his steering column and then grabbed a beer.

Eddie raised it to signal that he had closed shop and after this beer he was going home. It was a safety measure to make sure he didn’t get jumped for the cash. If everyone saw him leave then there would be no one to jump him.

He felt a prickling on the back of his neck like someone was watching him. He turned around, but the only person behind him was King sprawled out on the hood of his car and it was hard to tell where his eyes were with those ridiculous shades.

King must have caught him staring because he suddenly smirked and jumped to his feet. Eddie gulped as King made his way over.

“You enjoying the show, Munson?” King asked, licking the top row of his teeth slowly.

“Not much of sports fan of any stripe, Your Majesty,” Eddie said with a dramatic bow, “racing included. I’m here to make money and nothing else. I prefer parties because at least I don’t freeze my ass off, even if the music is better.”

King raised his eyebrow. “It’s too late for your ass, dude. It’s a lost cause.”

“Well not all of us are born your assets,” Eddie said with dimpled smile. “I would rather not lose the rest of mine.”

King burst out laughing. “You’re something else.” He shook his head and walked over to one of the Pink Ladies to flirt with her.

Eddie shook his head and drank his beer, suddenly in a hurry to leave. Because there was no way King was flirting with him, right?

Because there was no world in which any of these rich toffs where interested in him for anything that what he sold them.

Okay, so King never bought from him and as far as he knew, whoever the guy was during the week, didn’t either. So it was possible that whoever he was might be interested in a handjob or a blowjob in the back of his van.

King’s laugh, pulled him out of his thoughts and Eddie looked over. King was leading the girl back to his car. He shook his head. There was no way King was interested in that with him either.

Eddie got into his van and drove off, grateful that the races weren’t every weekend so he wouldn’t have to deal with King more than he had to.

But the fact that King had caught him looking and instead of beating the shit out of him for it, it really felt like he had been flirted with.

Which even if he was interested, there was no way that a have would mix with a have-not. It just didn’t happen outside of movies and books.

But that smirk followed Eddie all the way home.

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[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, mention of a knife, mention of blood, disposal of a body, gun, drugs, unprotected sex, sex tape.

word count: 8.6k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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again mdni you have been warned.

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San Diego, California - 4:00PM

Genesis was perched in the makeup chair, having her face painted by a trusted makeup artist, someone she felt comfortable with aside from Jade, who usually handled her makeup when time was tight. However, recent events had left her feeling uneasy, as Carmelo had been making attempts to engage her in private conversations, which filled her with apprehension.

Recently, he has been messaging her on Instagram, forcing her to mute and disregard him until she could discuss the situation with Jimmy, as it was weighing heavily on her mind.

As she sat in the makeup chair, a familiar aura enveloped her, the scent unmistakable even from afar. When she finally opened her eyes and turned her head, she was greeted by the sight of her handsome boyfriend, a radiant smile on his face, proudly displaying his dazzling grills.

She smiled at him as he leaned in, placing a few kisses on her lips before pulling away.

“Hey baby.” Jimmy greeted her.

“Hey Bo, I was looking for you.” Genesis said as Jimmy raised an eyebrow at her.

“Why did something happen?” She needed to inform him, as Jimmy despised discovering things on his own or hearing them from others rather than directly from her.

She needed to inform him, as Jimmy despised discovering things on his own or hearing them from others rather than directly from her.

After discovering an unoccupied room, she pulled him in and closed the door, overwhelmed with anxiety—she paced anxiously while Jimmy watched, worried about his girlfriend and trying to understand her distress.

“Baby, Gigi. Baby. Look at me what’s wrong?” He inquired, his expression filled with worry.

She halted, gazing deeply into his eyes. In that moment, she recognized his genuine worry for her, prompting her to embrace him tightly, and he reciprocated the gesture with equal warmth.

“I’m scared Bo. I don’t know if I can make it through the rest of the day.” As she spoke, his worry deepened; she retrieved her phone and began scrolling through her gallery, revealing screenshots of her chats with Carmelo on Instagram.

She handed him her phone, allowing him to peruse the messages exchanged between them. As he scrolled through the screenshots, he playfully poked his tongue into his cheek, fully aware that he was on the verge of ensnaring another conquest.

He repeatedly urged Carmelo to move on and ignore Genesis, but his advice fell on deaf ears. Now, Jimmy has to take matters into his own hands—Genesis noticed the tension in Jimmy's jaw and the swift transformation of his face into a scowl as he absorbed the screenshots.

After glancing at the screenshots, he returned her phone, exhaling sharply through his nose. Why couldn't today just be ordinary, free from all this unnecessary drama and nonsense?

Genesis felt a wave of fear whenever he was upset or angry; she instinctively kept her distance from that side of him, fully aware of how unpredictable he could become. The atmosphere was thick with silence as they listened to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices echoing from outside the vacant room.

With her arms still encircling his waist, she gazed up at him, searching for any hint of his thoughts on the screenshots or pondering his next move.

Genesis finally broke the heavy silence, her voice trembling as she called out, "Bo?" He glanced down at her, and in that moment, his gaze was so intense it felt as if he could see straight into her very soul, leaving her feeling utterly exposed.

His voice came out deep and gravelly as he responded to her. “what baby.” A chill ran through her as she held his gaze unwaveringly.

“U-um what are you gonna d-do?” His lopsided grin sent her heart into a frenzy, leaving her stumbling over her speech.

“What I always do baby.” His hand gently cupped her chin as he pressed his lips against hers repeatedly, then he looked down at her beautiful face, adorned with makeup and glistening lips. "I will safeguard what belongs to me, and that is you, my princess."

He pressed his lips against hers again, his hand encircling her throat to intensify the kiss as she stumbled backward into the wall. The kiss was wild and untamed, and as the chill of the wall met her shoulder blades, she let out a soft sigh, savoring the contrast of the cool surface against her warm skin.

Jimmy hoisted her by her thighs, securing them around his waist, as he pressed his firm arousal against her clothing, allowing her to feel his presence.

He planted soft kisses along her jawline, gradually making his way to her neck, while her fingers wove through his curls, letting out gentle moans in his ear.

“I’ll do anything for you mamas.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“You would kill for me Bo?” As their lips met once more, they explored each other's mouths, their tongues dancing together, while she felt his arousal pressing firmly against her.

In a swift motion, he loosened his cargo sweatpants, letting them drop along with his boxers. She felt his impressive length emerge, slightly curved, as he lifted her dress and shifted her panties aside, before entering her warm, inviting core.

A moan escaped their lips.

He pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in a heated gaze filled with desire, as he plunged deep inside her, mesmerized by the way her eyes fluttered and rolled back, before she bit her bottom lip, lost in the depths of his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

“Fuck Bo, you so big daddy.” She moaned.

“Mhm, take this big ass dick then mama.” He quickened his pace slightly, his hips rhythmically meeting hers, the sound reverberating in the vacant room. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved with intensity, ensuring her legs remained firmly positioned on his waist.

He kisses her lips, “to answer your question mamas.” He paused briefly, amused as he observed her fall apart beneath him in mere moments, the delightful sounds of her soft moans slipping from her beautiful lips. “B-Bo, oh my go—“ He pushed deeper than ever, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

“I’ll kill for you every single day for you princess.”

“Yeah, daddy?”

“Yeah, I would mama only for you.”

—

Jimmy leaned against the equipment box, patiently awaiting Jey's conclusion of his interview with Jackie. As he scrolled through his social media timeline, catching up on his friends' Instagram stories, he stumbled upon Carmelo's latest post.

He was essentially challenging Genesis, trash-talking him about how he wouldn't take any action. Little did he realize that today would be the end of his life, and Jimmy would walk away with two lives on his conscience, saving Zilla for last.

A grin twisted on Jimmy's face as he glanced at Carmelo's Instagram story, causing him to chuckle softly before shaking his head. He considered giving Melo a break due to his youth and arrogance, but after witnessing what he did earlier with Genesis, he decided not to let him off the hook so easily this time.

He tucked his phone into his pocket as he noticed his twin brother approaching, a towel draped around his neck, standing beside him with arms crossed.

“So what’s the plan to get rid of this fool?” Jey asked.

“After tonight we gotta make sure we got everything we need before sneaking up on him after the show.” Jimmy responded.

“A’ight what all do we need?” Jimmy told his twin brother that they should use duct tape to secure Melo's arms and mouth, just in case he decided to get rowdy, and to blindfold him so he wouldn't be able to see.

In addition to packing their Glocks, they also brought along ski masks to don.

“We got big ass trash bags right? And gloves? not tryna get caught up by the police.” He asked.

“Yeah, all of that will be in the duffle bag for tonight.”

“Damn, Twin. You really catching bodies for Gigi?” Jimmy laughed at his twin brother, nodding in agreement, fully aware that he would go to any lengths for her—even if it meant taking drastic measures against anyone who dared to harass or threaten her.

“Hell yeah, I like to get my hands dirty anyways. folks needa stop playing with me like I won’t put a fucking bullet to their brains.” And that was his plan for Melo tonight: a swift strike to the mind, tidying up the chaos before returning to his Genesis.

They kept chatting away until they both heard someone shout Jimmy's name. When he shifted his focus to the caller, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Trinity marched towards him, her face twisted in anger, prompting him to fold his arms and stare at her as she confronted him head-on.

She spotted the love bites adorning his neck and creeping down his chest, and it ignited a fire within her, realizing that Genesis was the one responsible for this mark on him.

“You blocked me? That’s what we doing?” Trinity said.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, “last time I checked once me and Genesis started talking you were already out of the equation Trin.” He remarked.

“So what?  you're in love with her or something?” She asked.

“Very much as you can tell.” Jimmy proudly flaunted the transformation Genesis had brought to his life, unashamedly declaring their bond even in the bustling atmosphere of the workplace—he made it clear that he was hers and she was his.

He noticed the shift in Trinity's expressions as her jaw tightened and her fists clenched, prompting a wry smile to form on his lips. “I fucking hate you Jonathan.”

“Mhm, I know. And that’s good that means you stay the fuck away from me but I guess you didn’t hear that either I suppose?” He kept his arms folded being unfazed by her while Jey watched the whole entire thing unfold. “You were mine first! And now all of a sudden you’re with her!?”

“She brought something that you didn’t Trin, all you ever did was use me for my money and some dick afterwards. Nonetheless I gave you what you wanted so ion know why you pressing me fo’”

She huffed deeply while rolling her eyes at him, “because you belonged to me before she came into the picture Jon!”

That’s when Jey had chimed in, “technically we’ve been knowing Gigi since she joined the company.” Trinity gave him the death stare basically telling him to shut his ass up and mind his business.

As she reached out to Jimmy, he instinctively pushed her away, making her stumble. In that moment, she found herself lost in his deep chocolate brown eyes, realizing that something had changed within him—he was no longer hers.

He belonged to someone else.

At that moment, they spotted Genesis striding confidently in their direction, her hips swaying enticingly to catch Jimmy's eye, showcasing the beauty of her dress. However, as she approached, she noticed Trinity standing there, visibly distressed.

As she strolled by, heading towards Jimmy, he seized her by the throat, pressing his tender lips against hers, showering her with gentle kisses on her luscious lips right in front of Trinity. The sight of how he had caressed Genesis and kissed her shattered her heart.

With tears streaming down her face, she angrily stormed off, furious and hurt that he had chosen Genesis over her.

Jimmy and Genesis gently separated, and he leaned in to plant another kiss on her lips, his eyes locked onto her beautiful face as a smile spread across his own.

“Hey princess, whatchu doing?” Jimmy asked.

“I was headed out to eat my lunch I made like usual, what was her deal?” Genesis responded.

“Delusional, that's all mama, lemme walk you to yo’ car ion need folks seeing what’s mine.” She nodded her head while waving bye at Jey as he did the same.

Jimmy informed him that he would return to elaborate on the remainder of the evening's plan, prompting Genesis to raise an eyebrow in curiosity about what kind of scheme he had in store for the night.

As they reached her car, she fumbled with her keys to unlock the door, but before she knew it, Jimmy spun her around, pressing her against the vehicle. She could feel his hands gripping her hips as he looked down at her with a playful grin.

“B-Bo, whatchu doing?” 

He ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the moment as he gazed at her stunning figure, the dress clinging to her curves in a way that ignited his desire. He leaned in, planting gentle kisses along her jawline, eliciting soft moans from her as she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch exploring every inch of her body.

Kissing her chest  Neck  Pulling down her straps  Sucking on her nipples Leaving marks He was hungry  And he wanted to devour her

Engaging in every action that left her drenched—completely soaked, creating a damp patch in her underwear as her fingers wove through his tousled hair. “I’m Hungry baby.”

“We could share my lunch with each other.” 

He gazed up at her while shaking his head, “nah, I’m hungry for you mamas.”

“Jimmy we are in public right now.” That made him chuckle, making him recall that one time they had sex at work—how could she forget about that? Acting all innocent. “Get in the backseat mamas.”

She complied with his request, swinging open the backseat door and sliding in, while Jimmy trailed after her, closing the door as it clicked shut and the locks engaged automatically—fortunate for her, as the tinted windows ensured their privacy from prying eyes.

As Jimmy nestled between her legs in the backseat, he tugged at her ankles, their mouths locked in a fervent kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other as he lifted her dress to her waist, his hand sliding down to gently push her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds.

She sighed softly against his lips, their kiss lingering and profound as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Meanwhile, he slipped two fingers inside her, prompting her to arch her back and gasp in pleasure.

He momentarily broke the kiss, captivated by the way she melted under his caress, his lips grazing the bottom of his mouth as he gazed at her with smoldering eyes, his fingers moving in and out of her with a tantalizing slowness.

“Hmm, fuck Jimmy.” Genesis moaned softly.

“So fucking wet for me isn’t she mamas? You this wet fo’ me baby?” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Y-yes, Bo. Only for you.” Her eyes were rolling back as she tucked her bottom lip, maintaining a steady gaze with him.

His lips grazed her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses while he watched her surrender to his touch. He could feel her desire, the way she was utterly soaked for him, and how she clenched around his fingers.

“Open, yo’ mouth baby.” She parted her lips, feeling the heat of his saliva as he explored her mouth with his tongue like no one else ever had.

As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she was lost in ecstasy, gasping his name and proclaiming her devotion, belonging solely to him.

“So good for me Gigi.” He murmured between her lips. “Daddy is so hungry for you mamas.”

He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling it back before diving in for a passionate kiss. Her body craved the taste of his lips and the caress of his tongue, while his fingers quickened their pace, urging her to arch her back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck, come get eat me up. this yo’ pussy daddy.” She murmured softly As she sensed him withdrawing his fingers from her slick core, he broke the kiss and guided his fingers to her lips, allowing her to savor her own essence.

Her tongue danced around his fingers, moistening them effortlessly as she maintained unwavering eye contact, eliciting a satisfied smirk from him.

“You so fucking nasty, my slut.” He withdrew his fingers from her mouth, noticing the slick sheen of her saliva coating them. With a swift motion, he lifted her up, discarding her panties carelessly into the car, before burying his face between her thighs.

Jimmy tenderly pressed his lips against her thighs, then began to suck softly, leaving a mark at each end. The sensation made her squirm, prompting a playful slap on one thigh, which elicited a soft whine from her.

He tenderly kissed her intimate lips, sending a shiver through her body, then focused on her clit, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation made her arch her back and moan his name, and only his name. Jimmy held her firmly, ensuring she couldn't escape as he indulged in her completely.

Genesis typically avoided documenting moments, but this was different—she felt compelled to capture it for her secret collection. As she reached for her phone, she swiftly navigated to the camera app and hit record, the flash illuminating the scene and drawing his gaze towards the lens.

“Hmm, tryna record something lil mama?” He groaned out in the air.

“Y-yes, you look so pretty daddy. eating your pussy out.” She moaned seeing a crooked smile appearing on his lips.

“Keep recording, so I can see you squirt all over my face baby.” His tongue expertly danced over her smooth folds while he gently sucked on her clit, sending her into a state of pure bliss.

She neither ran nor tried to wriggle away from him; instead, she allowed her body to relax and accepted the moment.

A pleasurable sensation surged through her as his gentle hums echoed, relishing her like a gourmet dish. He playfully teased her, softly separating her folds before returning with his tongue, eagerly exploring her with tender strokes.

The enchanting sounds of her moans resonated like a lovely symphony in his ears.

Her body relaxed under his caress, remaining motionless even as the intensity grew. She yielded entirely, permitting him to take control, fully conscious that she would trust his guidance.

He pulled her closer, his tongue playfully caressing her clit with soft, rhythmic movements before wrapping around her sensitive bud, sucking on it like a comforting pacifier.

Her hands trembled, nearly causing her to drop the phone, but she steadied it as she observed him consume her with his gaze. Genesis felt the wetness of his salt-and-pepper beard brushing against her skin.

As he softly sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit, she felt her orgasm building, a thrilling wave surging inside her, generating a delightful tension that nestled deep in her belly, poised on the brink of ecstasy.

Jimmy slowly inserted two fingers into her, eliciting a gasp as he curled them. The steady rhythm of his fingers moving in and out was matched by the clear sound of her pleasure.

“Jimmmy, oh fuck.” With a soft whimper, she looked down at him, while he met her gaze with his intense chocolate brown eyes.

His fingers discovered her sensitive area, a feat Tre had never accomplished in their relationship. Overcome by Jimmy's caress, she let go entirely, as he expertly navigated within her, his warm muscles surrounding her pulsating center.

He appeared to have a deep understanding of her body language, picking up on the subtle quiver in her legs.

“Talk to me baby, does this feel good mama?” He asked softly.

“Y-yess daddy it’s feel so good.” 

“It feels good baby? Huh? Tell daddy it feels good.” His voice, soothing and deep, enveloped her like a cozy hug, providing her solace as she absorbed his words.

He delved deeper with his fingers, his tongue dancing as she gripped his biceps tightly, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin. In that instant, she was rendered speechless by the overwhelming surge of emotions she felt.

He was breaking her, watching her disintegrate. “Tell me princess.”

“Oh my godddd, it’s so good Bo. I wanna ride you big dick so bad daddy.” Genesis  mewled out as she bit the bottom of her lips.

In that instant, she was begging for respite, oblivious to the limits of her endurance as he continued to bring her pleasure with his mouth. However, beneath the surface, this was precisely what she craved.

An overwhelming surge of longing enveloped her as she looked down at Jimmy, her eyes silently pleading for his consent to let her reach her peak.

“Oh, fuck. It’s coming Daddy. Fuckk it’s coming!” Her body was shaking and trembling.

“Coat my beard up baby, wet that shit up fo’ me mama.” His rich voice awakened feelings in her that she struggled to express. “let go mama, I gotchu.”

Genesis cried out in ecstasy as intense waves of pleasure washed over her, her body quaking while her essence poured forth like a torrent, and he eagerly consumed it as if he were a machine built for this very purpose.

He passionately savored every bit of her essence, resolute in ensuring nothing was wasted. He gently kissed her delicate lips and the smooth contours of her thighs, then settled between her legs, letting her sense the solid pressure of his desire against her.

He quickly grabbed the phone from her hands to switch the camera around, capturing her distressed expression as her chest heaved with laughter, both of them sharing a moment of joy before he ended the recording.

She noticed his beard glistening with her essence as he unfastened his belt, lowering his jeans and boxers to reveal his impressive eight-inch erection, standing firm and proud.

He set her phone down to record, then lifted her onto his lap, gently caressing himself as he anticipated her next move. She took hold of him, teasingly stroking his length before guiding him to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, drawing out soft moans from both of them.

Jimmy rested his hands on her hips, subtly guiding her as she swayed gently on his lap. He watched how her breasts shifted with every movement, giving her time to adjust to his considerable size.

She discovered her rhythm as she moved her hips on his lap, while he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering enticing words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever experienced from a man of his caliber.

“Coating this dick up so well mamas, so fucking good baby.” Jimmy groaned out in the open.

Genesis could only moan softly as waves of ecstasy washed over her, her body igniting with warmth from within as his low, gravelly voice caressed her ear.

As she rode him with unmatched passion, she glanced at the camera, showcasing her beautiful face while he playfully smacked her backside a few times. He teased her neck with gentle bites, marking her as his own, a clear sign of possession.

“Act a fool mamas, this feels good baby?” 

She nodded, speechless as he pressed against her cervix, her mind swirling in confusion. "Words, mama, words," Jimmy urged as he thrust deeply inside her, causing her to gasp.

“B-Bo, F-fuck. Y-yes it feels s-so g-good.” He pressed her hips against him, the heat in the room intensifying as he playfully smacked her ass a few times.

“Bounce on this dick like you mean it.” She obeyed, biting her lip and hastening her steps, wishing that his son remained oblivious to the noises resonating from below, where their sighs and gasps permeated the vehicle.

The car started to tremble as she shifted on his lap, hoping no one was nearby to overhear.

The air was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting—Jimmy's hand slid down to grip her curves, helping her as she moved in sync with him.

As she rode him with growing fervor, a burning sensation ignited in her thighs, driving her desire for that blissful climax. Jimmy's fingers dug into the tender curves of her rear, guiding her movements with each forceful thrust.

He skillfully navigated her tender depths, leaving her gasping for air, as if she were witnessing a celestial display. The warmth of her desire surrounded him, enabling a seamless flow as he glided in and out with ease.

“Jimmyy baby.” Geneiss moaned softly.

“Ain’t used to taking this much huh princess? I’m beating this pussy up good for you mama.” Jimmy grunted.

She shook her head, meeting his gaze, fully aware that what she saw mirrored in his eyes was pure longing. Her body reacted instinctively, a fluttering sensation igniting within her as he pressed closer, his length rhythmically teasing her from inside, brushing against her cervix and making her walls tighten around him.

“It’s so b-big d-daddy, i-it’s t-too m-muchh.” 

“Too much? You taking it like a champ for me. Being a good girl mamas.” His compliments made her blush even more.

She began to move her hips in a rhythmic motion, relishing the feeling of him deeply inside her, which made him lean back against the seat in delight. “Fuckkk Gigi,  just like that girl, keep riding this dick. This dick is all yours mama.” He groaned.

She continued to sway her hips, letting the tip of him graze her core—clutching his shoulders firmly as she gave in to the experience, feeling as if she was melting into him. A surge of pleasure enveloped her, causing a flutter in her stomach while her thighs quivered.

“B-Bo, I’m finna cum…” Genesis let out a gentle whimper as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies pressed closely together, rendering her immobile. He started to thrust upward from beneath, delivering deep, rhythmic movements that caused her to cry out his name.

As he thrust into her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, sending her into a whirlwind of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered back in bliss, and she felt her body tremble around him, instinctively tightening in reaction to his every move.

“I’ll kill for you baby, I’ll catch all of these bodies and clean up my mess just for you mamas.” He cooed, He maintained a steady rhythm with his hips, lowering his hand to part her cheeks further, granting himself even greater access.

The car was filled with squeaky sounds as it shook violently from his deep thrusts inside her. “You fucking mine Gigi.”

“You mine right baby? Huh? You love my crazy ass?”

She found it difficult to express her thoughts, her words slipping away as she became increasingly disoriented while he kept moving beneath her. “Yess Bo, I love you so so much daddy, fuckk I’m finna cum all over your dick.” She found a moment to exhale amidst his relentless thrusts.

With every thrust, she felt her climax building, the pressure against her cervix creating waves of ecstasy that made her head spin.

The sight of Jimmy's member wrapped in a soft white glow made him feel dizzy. “I know princess, I know. Keep taking this dick for me.” He softly pressed his lips against her neck, eliciting a soft whimper from her in response.

She couldn’t take it anymore, “daddyyyy! It’s coming!!” With a final cry, she descended upon him, a wave of sensation crashing over her. Her essence enveloped him, soaking his lap in a warm cascade, akin to a river bursting with life.

He could sense her warm tears streaming down her cheeks as she pressed her face into his neck, holding him tightly while he lost himself in the moment, pursuing his pleasure.

As Jimmy thrust upward, he was acutely aware of the chaos surrounding them, his hands gripping her soft curves as he sought his release, each movement creating a symphony of wet sounds.

As his actions became more frantic and intense, he felt himself slipping away—balancing on the brink of insanity while being consumed by her presence.

“I’m finna nut Gigi, fuck I’m finna nut.” Jimmy growled.

He thrust into her one final time, filling her completely with his warm essence, sending powerful waves of pleasure through her as he leaned back against the car seat.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, looking down at Genesis, who was already locking eyes with him, her expression filled with anticipation.

A smile blossomed on his face as he leaned down to plant soft kisses on her lips, then slowly withdrew. Genesis snatched her phone and ended the recording, tucking away two of her videos into a secret gallery for later viewing.

“You good baby?” Jimmy asked softly, still catching his breath as she nodded her head.

He kept her close as he felt her fingers running through his hair.

“Mhm, i'm tired now. But I have to be back in the building for these interviews.” Genesis responded feeling weak in the knees.

Jimmy discovered her panties while assisting her in putting them back on as she adjusted her dress—applying makeup to ensure that no one noticed she had just undergone a significant change moments before.

Jimmy playfully swatted her ass, captivated by the way it bounced in her dress as he bit his lower lip, watching her apply her makeup—she was right there, his to admire.

“Lil cute ass, walking around in this dress.”

She smirked at him, “I wore it on purpose daddy.”

“Mhm, I bet you did my lil slut c’mere.” He gently encircled her throat with his hand, pressing his lips against hers, savoring the sensation of her glossy lips gliding against his as they shared a passionate kiss.

She sensed his tongue dancing within her mouth as his other hand held her firmly by the backside—she could feel the warmth of their mingled saliva as he pulled back slightly, creating a delicate string of their shared moisture before plunging back into the kiss.

“You’ll kill for me Bo?” She murmured softly between his lips.

He paused for a moment, captivated by her doe-like eyes and the innocent beauty of her face. With a gentle smile, Jimmy leaned in and pressed a soft, wet kiss on her lips.

“You like danger baby?” He inquired as she tucked her bottom lip in, nodding her head, which made him smirk. “You look sexy being all dangerous.”

he kisses her lips and asks, "Is that true, darling?" Then he kisses her again, teasingly adding, "So it excites you, does it?" And he continues to kiss her playfully.

“Yes daddy, makes me soaking wet seeing you be all protective and crazy over me—all that pent up anger you got,  fuck me whenever you’re angry daddy.”

“Beat this pussy up daddy, take it out on me.” Jimmy was taken aback by this unexpected side of her that he had discovered, as he felt her soft, wet kisses trailing down his neck and face. “Fuck me up Daddy.”

Hand around her throat still gazing into her chocolate brown eyes, “hmm, so nasty baby. you won’t run when I do?” She nodded her head.

Jimmy kissed her lips softly, “imma be arriving late tonight again.” Jimmy said.

“As long as I get to see you and treat your wounds and in my arms I’ll be okay tonight Bo.” Genesis said.

“This is why you my ride or die, baby forever.”

“Forever Bo.” 

—

Pechanga Arena - 12:30AM

Jimmy stood outside the building, waiting for his twin brother. He had just informed Genesis that he would be late again tonight due to some business matters, ensuring he packed everything he needed in the duffle bag for the evening.

As the door creaked open, he spotted Jey standing there, and they exchanged a quick dap before pulling each other into a warm embrace.

“Anything about his whereabouts?” Jimmy asked.

“I heard he was gonna be walking around the front door of the arena so we will catch him there.” Jey responded as Jimmy nodded his head.

As they donned their ski masks and pulled their hoodies over their heads, they strolled toward the front of the arena, duffle bags slung across their bodies. They had just witnessed Melo bidding farewell to the colleagues he had worked with before making his way to his car.

As the crowd started to move back into the building, Jimmy and Jey sprinted towards Melo. Initially, he was unaware of their approach until he suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around his neck, constricting his breath in a tight chokehold.

As he struggled against the grip of his attacker, his vision began to fade, making it impossible to see their faces clearly while the world around him slipped into darkness.

After rendering him unconscious, Jimmy ripped the duct tape from his mouth and secured it over Carmelo's lips, wrapping some around his wrists and ankles. Fortunately, Jimmy's car was close by, allowing them to transport Melo to the vehicle.

After reaching his car, they opened the trunk and tossed him inside before slamming it shut. They then climbed into the car, hurling their duffle bags into the backseat.

Jimmy turned on the car, scanned his surroundings, and carefully backed out of the parking lot. He then shifted into drive and headed towards a vacant warehouse located an hour away from the arena.

He was determined to put an end to all of this, ensuring that Genesis would no longer have to worry about anyone bothering or harassing her. The final individuals he needed to confront were Quincy and Zilla, but he planned to deal with Zilla last due to the upcoming court date, especially since Zilla had been suspended for attempting to assault Genesis.

Jimmy was familiar with some inmates in the jail, ensuring he had support during his time there. As they arrived at the deserted warehouse, he parked the car in the lot, and he and Jey stepped out to retrieve their belongings from the backseat.

They lifted the trunk after he and Jey had jointly brought him into the vacant warehouse, closing the trunk behind them. Jimmy secured the warehouse door, dimming the lights within. Jey positioned Carmelo in a chair, binding him with tape, and removed the blindfold, revealing that he remained unconscious.

Jimmy splashed a bucket of water onto his face, making Melo gasp for breath as if he were submerged in a pool. He quickly scanned the area, locking eyes with the two men in ski masks and hoodies standing before them.

“Who the fuck Is y’all two niggas? And where the fuck am I at?!” Carmelo hollered.

At that moment, he recognized Jimmy's unmistakable chuckle as he removed his ski mask, exposing his face, while Jey mirrored the action, crossing their arms and fixing their gaze on Carmelo.

“Your bitch ass did this to me!? Get me out of this fucking chair!?” He demanded as he was struggling to get out of the chair.

At that moment, Jimmy struck him with his Glock, watching as blood dripped from Melo's nose while he glared at them with a fierce look.

Jimmy started pacing before he remarked, "It seems Melo hasn't grasped his lesson from the last time he tried to tangle with Genesis, and now he's facing the repercussions." As he spoke, Jimmy twirled his Glock around his finger.

“You’re doing this for her? All because I wanted to crack her?”

He shook his head and said, "Not only that, but you keep bothering her even after she mentioned she was in a relationship, especially when you went out of your way to message her on Instagram." He then took out his phone and opened the gallery to show Carmelo the messages he had exchanged with Genesis.

Carmelo scrolled through their Instagram messages, recalling the moment he had sent her a picture of his nine-inch member in an attempt to entice her, only to feel repulsed by it. Meanwhile, Jimmy had shoved his phone back into his pocket and yanked Melo by the hair, pressing his Glock against his chin.

Staring deeply into his soul

“I always thought you were a cocky ass bitch, just because you got called up to the main roster doesn’t mean you get to talk to any girl you want, especially not Genesis.”

Carmelo scoffed at him, “didn’t think she was taken seriously so I just made my move.” 

“Oh you made yo’ move alright tryna holla at my  lady,  sending her pics? Making her feel uncomfortable? Ion play that shit.” Jimmy released his hair, gesturing for Jey to come and take action.

Jimmy pulled out a blunt that Genesis had gifted him before she departed. He flicked the lighter's wheel, igniting the blunt and taking a few puffs, exhaling the smoke into the air—savoring the rush as it coursed through his body.

As he observed his twin brother mercilessly pummeling Carmelo, he couldn't help but notice how quickly Carmelo became helpless and battered.

Carmelo's pained groans filled the air as Jey relentlessly struck him in the face and stomach, leaving his lips swollen and his left and right eyes bruised.

In that moment, Jey brandished a pocket knife, sending a wave of fear through Carmelo, who quickly started pleading for his life, expressing his remorse.

"P-please! We really don’t need to go through with this! I promise I won’t say or even glance at Genesis again!" Carmelo pleaded, trembling uncontrollably.

Jimmy laughed at him as he approached, placing the blunt to his lips. He pulled the gun from his waistband, snatched the blunt away, and blew the smoke right in his face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, should’ve thought about that when you touched her without me there.” Jimmy said in a low tone.

He glanced at Jey, noticing the knife in his grasp, and gestured for him to pass it over. Meanwhile, Jey kept a firm grip on Melo's head as Jimmy started to carve the edges of Melo's mouth, stretching his smile wider. Carmelo screamed in pain, desperately trying to fend them off.

They ensured they wore gloves to avoid detection by the police—Jey released his grip on his head as they stepped back, noticing blood trickling down from the cut made by Jimmy.

Melo gazed up at them, savoring the metallic taste of blood on his lips and feeling the sharp pain at both corners of his mouth.

“You fucking bastard.”

He chuckled at him while bending down at his level, “that’s right I am that but yo’ ass should’ve listened to her when she said I was crazy Melo.” With that, Jimmy stood up, retrieving his Glock from his waistband.

Jimmy had his Glock aimed at him, tossing the blunt aside as he licked his lips.

“Any last words?” 

“I should’ve fuc—“ 

In that moment, Jimmy's thumb pressed down on the trigger just before the gunshot echoed. The noise was piercing and conclusive, and then Melo's head slumped, motionless in the chair.

He fixed his eyes on the lifeless body for a brief moment before looking away.

He twisted his neck before sliding his Glock back into his waistband, locking eyes with Jey.

“Let’s clean this shit up and dump his body in the water.”

—

Hilton San Diego Bayfront - 2:00AM

Genesis lay in the hotel bed she shared with Jimmy, who had come to the door with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, waking her from her sleep as they prepared to stay in the city until Friday for Smackdown.

As she got out of bed and walked towards him, she rubbed her eyes, noticing the weariness etched on his face. He had just set his duffle bag down and, with a warm embrace, wrapped his arms around her waist while she stood on her tiptoes, encircling his neck with her arms.

He bent down and gently kissed her lips, a smile spreading across his face as he admired her beautiful features.

“Hey, Bo.” Genesis greeted him.

“Hey, mamas. Did I wake you up? If so my fault baby.” Jimmy said.

Genesis shook her head running her fingers through his hair, “you're all good baby, you look tired c’mon let’s get you in the bed.” She led him to the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his stunning physique adorned with tribal tattoos.

She settled into bed first, welcoming him with open arms as he joined her, positioning himself above her. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, planting a soft, lingering kiss before finding his comfort.

“I’m not heavy am I mama?”

“No, you are fine my love. Just close your eyes and get some rest.” She gently traced her fingers along his back, moving up to his curls, massaging his scalp as she listened to his deep sighs.

As she gently massaged his scalp, she felt his lips brush against her jawline, enveloping them in a serene silence, the darkness around them deepening their connection.

Genesis gazed down at Jimmy, who was looking up into her eyes, making her smile as she realized he was wide awake.

“What Bo?” Genesis asked.

“Nothing, you just look pretty Gigi. Just makes me wonder how good you would look in a wedding dress.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him softly.

“Well keep on wondering until you get on that one knee for me sir.”

“It’s gonna happen, don't worry.”

She sighed dramatically while looking into his eyes, recognizing the deep love she felt for him. She was certain that he would soon be her husband, marking her second marriage when they finally tie the knot.

He was the one

His affection for her is profound, and he goes to great lengths to keep her safe. Their love for each other is deep; she can sense his fingers entwining with hers as he kisses her palm and gently caresses the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Do you ever think about it, Gigi?” 

She arched an eyebrow at him, saying, "Marriage? Absolutely. It's something I ponder constantly, especially when I'm lost in my thoughts…" She hesitated briefly, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

“Wondering what mamas?”

"Curious about the experience of being with a wonderful man and enjoying a happy marriage," Jimmy gently pressed his lips against hers before they switched places, with her now on top, their fingers still intertwined.

Every time they were together, she felt a flutter in her stomach, particularly when he gazed at her with those captivating eyes that seemed to draw her closer.

And the way he would just grab her up by the throat did numbers on her.

Jimmy began to speak, “well you have a good man which is me, you know I’m right here baby.” He said.

“I know, I know. But I’m not used to having a good man like you Jimmy ion even know what to do.” She responded.

Jimmy sat up straight, resting his head against the headboard. He placed his hands on her hips, gently rubbing his thumbs along each side. Their faces were just inches apart as she looked deeply into his captivating eyes.

“You don’t gotta do nothing mamas, I told you lemme’ take care of you. Imma make sure you straight baby.” He continued on. “We in this together forever.”

He pressed his lips against hers several times before gently pulling back, a smile blossoming on her face as she nodded. "Forever?"

“Forever Gigi, you gonna be my wife and have my kids mamas, ion want you to feel scared because of what that fool did to you. I’m right here for you always.” She attempted to decipher his facial expression, hoping to determine the sincerity of his words, as she was cautious about getting her hopes up.

He was genuinely committed; his desire was for her to be his lifelong partner and the mother of his children. That was his ultimate wish in their relationship—he anticipated that Trinity would share his feelings, but when her true motives became clear, he chose to pursue a brighter future.

She gently cradled his face with her delicate hands, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Their lips met in a slow, passionate embrace, and she felt his tongue exploring her mouth while his hands gripped her hips, encouraging her to move against him.

The intoxicating aroma of him enveloped her senses as his fingers wove through his curls, intensifying their kiss. Genesis craved him deeply, feeling his arousal pressing against her through the fabric of her nightgown, which concealed the fact that she wore no panties beneath.

His lips brushed against her neck, leaving a perfect mark as she tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access. She continued to sway her hips, feeling herself grow increasingly aroused with each passing moment.

“Hmm, Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“What’s up mamas? What’chu want?” He murmured between her skin glancing up at her.

She grasped his hand, guiding it beneath her nightgown as he started to caress her slick folds, sensing her arousal for him, which made him lick his lips in anticipation.

“Damn, you this wet fo’ me baby? I did this to you?”

She gave a slight nod, recalling how he had licked his fingers before pressing her down onto the sheets—he lowered his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He gazed at her shimmering form, anticipating the moment it would yield to him. As he caressed himself a few times, he positioned himself at her entrance, and a shared moan escaped their lips.

Genesis was overwhelmed with a craving for him to penetrate her deeply, her eyes locked onto his artificial gaze, which radiated pure lust and longing. As he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, he began a slow, deep thrust, leaning in closer, causing her legs to widen as their bodies met with intensity.

As his lips brushed against her neck, showering her with tender, wet kisses, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Their foreheads touched as they gazed at his member, glistening with her creamy essence, moving in and out of her.

His hips collided with her thighs, the sound of their skin meeting echoing in the air as he passionately made love to her—he thrust deeper, eliciting a roll of her eyes back in ecstasy as he quickened his rhythm.

“Ouu Daddy.” Genesis whimpered.

“What princess? Does it feel good?” Jimmy watched her intently as she bit her lower lip and nodded her head, cooing softly. “Pretty as fuck mamas, whatchu wanna say baby?”

“Nut in me Bo, I want you to coat my walls up so good with your nut.” With an innocent gaze, she spoke as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Imma nut all inside of this pretty ass pussy, she so fucking pretty fuck mamas.”

Throughout the night, the air was thick with their moans and groans, accompanied by the sound of their bodies colliding, as he aimed to ensure she experienced every part of him until she could take no more.

Throughout the night, the air was thick with their moans and groans, accompanied by the sound of their bodies colliding, as he aimed to ensure she experienced every part of him until she could take no more.

He would softly murmur affectionate words into her ear while she reciprocated by caressing every inch of his body, tracing the tribal tattoos that captivated her heart.

This is my pussy mamas Feels so good being deep inside of you baby Imma make you my wife  Gimmie yo’ body baby give it to daddy

His voice was rich and gravelly as he guided her, causing her legs to quiver and her eyes to flutter back, enveloping her in a euphoric haze that made her feel as if she were floating on air.

She was his ride or die And so was he.

They were so absorbed in their own little world that they completely overlooked the flood of text messages from Quincy on her phone.

Q💔: Gigi baby? Can we talk this out please? Q💔: can we start over I promise I won’t do the things I did before I miss you Q💔: Please baby girl 

GUARDED

a/n: ngl Jimmy is one crazy mf I tell you and Quincy yo’ ass is next.

but I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter sixteen

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I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home. Where Is Home?

I don’t usually write after episode one shots, but I was inspired by this post and helped by @bidisasterevankinard when I couldn’t remember if Buck and Bosko had even spoken to each other. Also, I’ve never written drunk dialogue before and ended up modeling it after myself. I will slur one sentence, forget words, make up new ones, then speak the next sentence in full English. 🤷🏻‍♀️

The next night after shift, he pulls over into an empty parking lot before the turn to his house and sits in it, this feeling. Forget having trouble sleeping there, he doesn’t even want to be there. Will Eddie and Chris be waiting? In the moment, seeing Chris again for the first time in a year, he was able to push aside this feeling. But it’s curdling in his stomach like that time he accidentally drank spoiled milk and he’s afraid he will vomit up all the pain and anger he’s been trying to carry. The anger is new, must be at the next stage, or might just be Eddie’s fault. That’s it, he’s finding someplace to sit and have a drink, he can uber “home” when he can go straight to bed.

The badge and ladder bar only a few minutes from his house wasn’t full, but enough people were milling around inside to get lost in the crowd. Buck thought he recognised the handful of firefighters surrounding the pool tables, but only from scenes, not anyone he knew personally. A couple of minutes after sitting at the bar and scanning the crowd, the bartender made her way over to him. He handed over a card to start a tab, ordered a beer to sip, and a hand full a shots to get started. After he tossed the first one back, he looked the bartender in the eyes. “This is a terrible idea, but I’m about to make this all about me. I’ve had a shit few weeks, my captain died, and I’ve spent so much time trying to keep my team together, this is the first time I’ve had a chance to be still without a list to work from. This is either going to make me feel better, or a whole lot worse. If I start crying to the point of embarrassing, please call my ICE contact, but no one else, even if he doesn’t answer. He’ll answer, though, he always does,” he explained. The bartender stared back at him, silent and stoic, but nodded at him seriously. He nodded back and picked up the next shot.

After the fourth shot, “ICE. Fuck ICE. We should come up with a new name for your emergency contact, workshop it, spread the word.” The bartender tilted her head in question with a quirked eyebrow. “Hmmm, bet I can make it go viral. I have-I have a lot of instagram followers. Bobby would like that. We didn’t talk about it, and I don’t think I ever heard him curse but Bobby would say it too, cause fuck ICE.” Buck waved a hand emphatically and the bartender grabbed a glass before he could send it crashing to the floor.

The bartender was good. She kept the shots coming but made sure he paced himself and occasionally placed a glass of water in front of him with a blank stare until he drank it. “He was a good guy, but he was wrong, they don’t need me. Not now. But maybe I need them? Maybe that’s what he meant? It hurts to need people, though. Hurts when they shut you out, when they leave,” Buck continued with a sniff. Someone settled in the stool next to him and flagged down the bartender who had taken a moment to serve some young women at the end of the bar.

“Buckley? Hey man, you’re crying.” Buck turned to the voice and squinted at the woman sitting next to him. He knows her. Maybe? Oh.

“Bosko? Oh.” Buck touches his face and he can feel the wetness there even if he hadn’t noticed that the crying had begun. “Must not be too embarrassing yet since the bartender hasn’t called my ICE. Fuck ICE, we need to work on that.”

Bosko snorts in amused bemusement. “Yeah, fuck ICE. What are you doing here alone, Buckley? Where’s the rest of your crew?” she asked. She settles into the barstool and turns to face him.

“Don’t know, they aren’t really talking to me right now. I’m sad wrong? Or too concerned about if they are sad? Not sure yet. Eddie is at my place and he is talking too much. Ashhole. Sad wrong for him, too. Make everything about me, selfish. Captain Dad dies but not about me. Said-said I dn’t do enough, could do better. Got in my face, no sorries, just more mean. You were there, you saw. Once is an incident, twice is a-a coinkydink, three times is a pattern; I shouldn’t have to be afraid that my friend is going to hit my face in my own-my own cooking room. Did that once, 0/10 stars, would not recommend. At least he said sorry, made effort to make up. Am I still crying?” Buck asked, trying to make sense but pretty sure he was failing, nothing new there. Bosko had a fierce frown, not scrunchy like Tommy’s.

“Did dickhead Diaz hit you? Is that why you’re in here mourning your captain alone instead of with your crew? Do they know?” she asked, looking around to be sure she didn’t see any firefighters from the 118.

“No, that was Chim, brother. Long time ago, said sorry. Meant it. We’re good. Chim angry at Bobby for dying but not mad at me. Eddie mad at me. Dickhead Diaz, good one,” Buck replied with a giggle.

“I worked with that asshole for months, he didn’t know anything about me but somehow thought we were good friends. He told me all about you, his family, and his kid, but not once did he ask me about mine. Friendship is a one way street for that guy, and if you don’t stay in that perfectly shaped box he put you in, he gets frustrated and angry. He’s a dickhead, I told him we were not friends and walked away, haven’t heard from him since,” she shared.

“No, wouldn’t, didn’t need you anymore. Had me back. Sad. No, stupid. We should start a club. Edmundo Diaz sucky friend club. We need more members. Oh Josh! And Tommy! Was jealous of Eddie taking attention of hot pilot….with a cleft. Edmundo stopped talking to Tommy too! Said it was about me, but thas dumb. Dumb. Am I embarrassin’ yet? Time to call Tommy come get me?” Buck asked with a flutter of his lashes.

“Buckley. Dickhead Diaz doesn’t know how to have conversations that aren’t about him. And he has really good aim, so every fight is an opportunity to cause the most damage. Don’t let him do that to you, man, nobody deserves that, okay?” Bosko insisted.

“Ok. Don’t deserve damage. I’ll be okay. Bobby loved me. Two outta three works, I guess.”

Bosko sighs with a sad shake of her head and flags down the bartender. “Did he give you his phone? I’m pretty sure it’s time to call his ride,” Bosko said. When she turns back to check on him, Buck has folded his arms on the vaguely sticky bartop and is using them for a pillow, blinking slowly at her like a cat. The bartender shakes her head and when Buck actually hears her speak, it’s almost enough to get him to sit up again.

“It’s in his shirt pocket. I’ll close out his tab.” With that, Buck and Bosko are alone again.

“I think you’ve hit the embarrassing stage now, bud, how about I call your ICE?” Bosko asks, as gently as he had ever heard her speak.

“Fuck ICE,” Buck mumbled, blinks getting further and further apart, but he reached into his pocket and handed her his phone so she wouldn’t have to fish for it. His attention wandered and he vaguely heard Bosko’s side of the conversation enough to know that Tommy answered. “Yay!” he exclaimed softly, and raised an arm to fist pump that weakly thumped back to the bar top.

The bartender came back with a receipt, his card, and another glass of water. “Sign. Then drink. Thank you,” she demanded, then gave one more nod now that she had imparted her instructions and wandered away to do bartender things.

After he gulped down half the glass of water and signed a somewhat legible signature, he turned to look at Bosko. “I think she might be the strangest yet most interesting bartender I’ve ever met and I’ve been a bartender. A lot.” Bosko rolled her eyes but nodded anyway to concede his point. It may have been moments or hours when Buck felt a familiar warm hand rest on his lower back and the tension Buck had been carrying around for weeks seemed to seep out of his pores. Tommy. That’s what he had needed this whole time. Dumb. Should have known.

“Evan. Are you okay?” Tommy asked, forehead scrunched up in concern.

Buck twisted up into a mostly sitting position and beamed at Tommy which seemed to shock him into silence, if the wide eyes blinking at him were any indication. Bosko snorted and rolled her eyes at him again.

“He’s fine Kinard. He had a deal with the bartender to call you if the crying became embarrassing,” Bosko answered for Buck who was still beaming up at Tommy dreamingly.

Buck pointed at Bosko. “Yes! I’m sad and making it about me, but that’s ok. It’s my turn and it helped. I think. And Bosko’s here! We didn’t talk when she was my replacement but I think I like her and the bartender is really interesting,” he informed the still bemused Tommy.

“And hot,” Bosko pointed out with a smirk at Buck who had given up on sitting straight and was slumped against Tommy.

Buck’s forehead creased with an offended pout. “Well, yeah, but interesting. More important. Don’t obje-objec….that word. More than pretty. INTERESTING. But I’m done now. Tommy, I’m tired, take me home? Not with Eddie. Don’t-don’t want to see him. Dickhead,” he pleaded as he increased the pout by a factor of ten and fluttered his eyelashes in Tommy’s direction.

Bosko snorts out another laugh and holds out a hand to shake. “Buckley, take care of yourself. I’m sorry about your Captain Dad, he was a good man. Call me some time to hang out, you are a fun drunk. Kinard,” she said and with a friendly nod, went back to her friends at the pool tables.

Buck turns back to Tommy and looks up at him with the look that he knows turns him to mush. “Thank you for coming to get me, Tommy. You always come when I call, you’re the best. Take me home and tuck me in? I always sleep better with you and I’m so tired,” he pleaded.

Tommy sighs with a small smile and hauls Buck out of the barstool and on to his feet. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and you can tell me more about Dickhead Diaz in the morning. I’m glad you called me,” he assures Buck and guides him out the door to his truck to go home.

[pathologicalreid]

Criminal Minds: Evolution (Recap)

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providing the people of tumblr with a recap of CME before the episode with Spencer airs, since I know a lot of people are only watching that episode. the goal isn't to have you know everything about the show by the time we get there, it's just so you can watch that episode and understand what's going on without watching the preceding two seasons. spoilers for episode one and two ahead.

Episode 1: Just Getting Started

Written by Erica Messer Directed by Nelson McCormick

Starts in Yakima, WA, we see a man in a storage unit doing some hinky shit with knives. we don’t know him and then we flash forward to 2022. 

Good old criminal minds showing you a crime before anything else. We see a girl get kidnapped from her house.

We then flash forward to Yakima but this time in the present day! My beautiful wife Tara Lewis is here checking out that shipping container.

There are embalmed bodies and stuff but the most important thing they find is a polystyrene case of equipment. There are dead bodies in there that are more recent kills and also skeletons.

The FBI has benched the jet! Rossi is the unit chief! Emily is section chief!

The FBI split the BAU up because they say the agents solve twice as many cases when they’re more individual. they were only supposed to be operating like that for six month but it’s been almost 3 months.

Brief mention Reid and Simmons are NAWT with the BAU at this time.

Rossi is obsessed with this case in Virginia. He’s also kind of lost his shit. He’s living in a hotel with crime scene photos and newspaper clippings pasted to the wall.

He’s the first character to swear in Evolution! He says “holy shit” while watching bodycam footage.

Rossi calls JJ about a case in Silver Spring where a guy has a severed spinal cord, and he’s convinced that his case in Alexandria is serial but he doesn’t have evidence.

He goes to a case in Bethesda! He’s with Luke, the killer left a baby alive and kidnapped the teenage daughter. Killed both parents.

The deputy director (Doug Bailey) wants the whole BAU on the missing girl but Lewis is on the case with the shipping container. Mildly reminiscent of the Linda Barnes plotline.

All energy goes to finding the teenage girl (Chrissy). 

Dave yells at Luke he’s really gone off the rails and tensions are high between the team. Krystall died at some point between the end of the main series and the beginning of evolution, hence his crash out.

We see the UnSub texting someone about $10,000. This is the first inclination that we really see of the main story of the season. He has Chrissy in the trunk of his car.

First Garcia mention while they’re looking at security footage, there are FOUR people trying to do the job that she did.

Back to Yakima! The local police officer proposes that the killer stopped because he died of COVID and Tara wonders if he stopped because the entire world “stopped” during the pandemic—there was no one to stalk or abduct so he simply… stopped. They need a better lab to analyze everything that was left in the container, Tara proposes bringing it to Quantico.

Luke and JJ decide to look into the family and specifically Chrissy, only to find that her only active internet presence is on a website called SOAR “Safe Online Acquaintance Revolution.” Both teenage girls whose families were victimized only used that platform for social media.

SOAR is highly protected, but Penelope is one of the people who designed it to keep kids safe online. Luke proposes asking Garcia, JJ reminds him that they promised they wouldn’t bring her back to the BAU. In the end, Luke goes to talk to Penelope (he lost a bet). He shows up at her apartment and she is less than thrilled to see him.

She tries to get him to leave, but he hits her with a “I don’t know who else can help.” So… she makes her baking club leave.

  She tells one of the members that she and Luke thrive as frenemies. Luke says “We’re friends. Why do I have to be your enemy?”

Luke tells her that her office is still empty, he’s never even met her replacements! (COVID)

The UnSub takes Chrissy to an RV in the middle of nowhere.

They profile why the UnSub befriends the girls first and also the improvement from the first crime to the second crime. JJ proposes it’s almost like he read a manual on how to improve his crime.

Penelope finds someone who communicated with both daughters, a teenager trying to reconnect with his birth family. They use the messages between the boy, RJ, and the daughters to figure out he’s taken Chrissy to a remote area. Garcia then finds a property that was seized by the state and finds that the parents of a young boy, Rory James Gilcrest, OD’d fifteen years ago and the boy was the only survivor.

Chrissy figures out that the person who kidnapped her is the person she’d been talking to on SOAR, she then finds out that he killed her parents, so she attacks him with a hammer. He pulls a gun on her, but thankfully the BAU is right outside. She blames herself for the death of her family and puts the gun to her head. Rossi talks her down.

“None of this is your fault, okay? You hear me? Right now, you can make a choice. You have to choose to fight. You have to want to survive. Listen, I can’t promise it’s gonna be okay, but it’s been almost a year since my wife, Krystall, died, and it still hurts like hell. It’s the little things they don’t tell you. The quiet in the house. I can’t stand it, but in that quiet, I’m reminded of her.”

Ballistics say that the UnSub shot himself, even though he didn’t profile as suicidal.

In the trunk of the car that RJ ended up with, he had a polystyrene case that’s caked in mud like it was buried. JJ says it’s sophisticated for a 19 year old kid. Luke brings up her comment about how it’s like. A how-to manual. The show cuts to Tara looking through photos from the shipping container, including a polystyrene case. The news in Yakima shows that the BAU found the missing girl and in the background, they see an officer moving the case.

Tara sends Rossi photos of the polystyrene case and he calls her, he tells her they need all eyes on this.

The episode ends in Whitfield County, Georgia, where we see someone burying another one of the cases. This person is Elias Voit.

Episode 2: Sicarius

Written by Breen Frazier Directed by Nelson McCormick

The cuck episode <3. As soon as I saw the man being wheeled over on a gurney, the episode came rushing back to me. The UnSub is severing spinal cords, this is the UnSub briefly mentioned by JJ in the previous episode. He places his victims on a massage table and puts his phone on the ground with the front facing camera so he can watch their reactions (he’s also recording, important for later).

We see Penelope, starting the episode in true pandemic fashion with a Microsoft Teams meeting for SOAR. Then we see JJ and Will being domestic and cute, and JJ cancels date night for work and Will says it’s fine but they have a talk about it.

Will has a weird line saying JJ has been really busy “since we got back” and I have never figured out if he’s referencing anything specific or if it’s just an allusion to the pandemic.

Back to Quantico! Rossi is still looking ragged as fuck and living out of the hotel, but they kind of move on from that really quickly and talk about the case. Good looking men in their 30s are being found in Silver Spring, MD with their spinal cords severed. They also both had some apps like Tinder and some more… nefarious (?) apps on their phone.

They are bulls who take part in the kink known as cuckolding and I am not going to explain it to you but they do in the show.

The UnSub took similar steps to the UnSub in the last episode, down to selling his car in a Wal-Mart parking lot. So they’re like we have to take this case and they wonder how it’s connected to the shipping container.

Tara and Emily have successfully gotten the shipping container from Washington state to Quantico, the evidence is being processed. Doug Bailey is displeased.

Back to Whitfield County, GA! Elias Voit is back and he’s fiddling with something in the dirt when he gets an encrypted message and is sent the video from our UnSub of him torturing his most recent victim. There’s a text exchange that follows. Voit asks the UnSub if he followed the rules. This is the first real indication that Voit is the person who has been guiding these UnSubs.

They’re talking more about the case and I don’t have it in me to talk about the kink. They’re led to a politician and decide to bring him and his wife in.

Reid and Simmons mention! Rossi says he misses them.

Penelope gets a message from an anonymous user who tells her how SOAR was compromised, he won’t tell her who he is but sends her details about the case that the BAU is actively working on.

The team questions the couple about the kink. Next.

Emily and Tara try to defend the choice to move the shipping container to Doug Bailey and he’s kind of ridiculous. Tara asks if Emily wants a “friend” from the DOJ to ask around about what’s going on with the brass (It’s Rebecca, her gf).

There is no consistent MO with the shipping container victims, one of them had sicarius spiders poured down their throat. This is how the UnSub gets the name Sicarius.

The cuck couple was sent the same video that Voit was sent earlier, the team watches it. Toward the end of the video, the UnSub accidentally reveals that he has one of those polystyrene cases, the team starts to call them “kill kits.”

Bailey is an expert in “efficiency” and wants to eventually become Attorney General, so he’s marching his way through the BAU and other parts of the FBI in order to get there.

Emily clocks the fact that Tara and Rebecca are dating IMMEDIATELY.

Next stop is Hamilton County, TN, we are stuck with Voit again and he gets a call from the UnSub (Robert) because the UnSub wants to kill again, but since Voit is his serial killer guru, he can’t kill until Voit says it’s okay.

He says he’s in network security, this is also what his family thinks he does.

Luke brings up Penelope again ohhhhh my god he’s obsessed.

When Rossi finds out the lab techs named the UnSub Sicarius he says “I’m not gonna name this jag-off! Fuckhead! Okay? Call him that!”

Okay peepaw let’s get you to bed.

Penelope calls Rossi and gives him the information that the anonymous user gave to her, and Rossi tries to get her to come back to the BAU.

Brief mention, Krystall died from an unnamed disease. Did I say that already?

The anonymous user calls Penelope and she tells him she gave the information to the FBI. He insists she needs to be the one to decrypt it or else people are going to die, so, Penelope comes back to Quantico. Everyone who does her job works from home, so her office is virtually untouched. It’s been 1,009 days since she last logged into the system.

The scene where she first logs in is set to “It’s Tricky” by Run DMC, and it’s just so incredibly Penelope.

The anonymous user has mapped out the locations of thirteen different kill kits. It sets out a homing signal in the kit in Tara’s shipping container. That’s how the UnSubs find the kill kits; they each have a transponder.

An APB is put out for Robert Harris, and Voit sees it. Now he knows that Robert didn’t wait like he said. Robert broke the rules. The rule is that the person who gets caught has to either kill themselves or Voit will find them and kill them instead. In this case, Robert kills himself.

The kill kits slowly shut down, meaning Voit is shutting them off so the BAU has no way to track them anymore.

In her office, Penelope finds the note that she left right before she left the BAU in the series finale and reads it. We don’t get to know what it says, but whatever it says motivates her to remain with the team.

In Seattle, Voit returns to his wife and children. We see that he kidnapped a dog (Freak) and lies through his teeth to his wife.

Fun fact, his TV wife his played by his IRL wife.

JJ asks Will is he thinks “our fears come out in our sex life” (In reference to something Rossi says earlier in the episode) and Will’s immediate response is “Am I in trouble?” They more or less commit to work on their relationship and that’s kind of their theme for the season.

Rossi cleans up (and checks out of his hotel) and then JJ comes in being chipper, leading Emily to ask “is everyone around here getting laid except me?” and Rossi “Oh, I’m not.” (OUCH).

End scene!

the recaps will get a little shorter, but these first episodes are so exposition heavy that this was unavoidable

[npookie0]

This is kinda a funny crack thing that has been rotting in my brain. Can you write aita(am i the asshole) of Misaki stealing their target's partner(reader)? Please and thank you, keep up the great work!!

aita if i accidentally rizzed up my target's partner?

An aita post made by Misaki what more can I say...

I'm not using interpunction or capital letters in the "post" because Misaki hardly uses them, I'm sorry for y'all </3 also mistakes if they are there in the post (like "iw as" are intentional <3)

[hitmeuppp] via <https://r/aita_for_killers.com>

um hi??? okay so i nb20 (that's how people do it????) am an assassin or a killer for hire (don't judge me okay!!!!) and the other day i got a job y'know the usual stuff - kill someone and i'll pay you the big bucks

if you're REALLY curious i will tell you

it was some older lady who was PISSED cause a guy didn't want to sell her the company he owns so OBV as any normal person would she decided to get him killed and since i'm the best assassin on the globe *smirks* she hired me at first i didn't want to accept it cause WDYM THAT GUY HAS SOME SECURITY THAN THE FUCKING PRESIDENT???? anyway! so i tell her that i refuse and she sends me a pic of the money transfer and OH BOY it was def worth it

so yeah i get all the info on the guy and start digging on my own but in the mean time there's a new person joining a serial killer server i'm in and they're so cool????? like omg *giggles and kicks feet* like they're so mysterious and sweet?? i just want to talk to them for HOURS (im so not gay i swear!!!) and i talk with the person but it turns out that they have a partner??? i was really sad </3 like omg i thought we were meant to me and ur dating someone???

but we talk more and more and i also get more info on that target i saw him once on a date with someone very familiar (but i couldn't recognise them so i ignored it pretty much) that target is pretty boring so i will focus on the server-heartbreak-crush thing

ok so i talk to the new killer more and i'm just rahhhhhh there because they're so kissable but also taken so i can't kiss em :( BUT THEY BREAK UP WITH THE PARTNER AND SAID THAT THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOWARDS ME!!!! IW AS SO HAPPY OMG LIKE YALL DONT KNOW HOW GREAT I FELT

so yeah um the big day of the kill comes by and im on the phone with my partnerrrr *twirls hair* and i kill that guy and then i see message FROM THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SAYING THAT THEIR EX JUST GOT KILLED??????

so um...

yeah i rizzed up my target's partner????

lol imagine i make it into the tik tok videos with making slime in the back i bet ppls would think that it's fake

yeah so um that all !!!

share your thoughts or somethinggg idkkkk

[slaughterhouse_losers.mango_v.4.4.4]

<LUCA_IS_SO_COOL> [13:33] [sends url] omg @/[mc.username] dude u have to see it

<[mc.username]> [13:34] I'm scared???

<goreboy> [13:34] fuck it's So funny thanks misaki For the Content never Laughed So loud

<hitmeuppp> [13:35] LUCA EXCUSE ME??? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY COMRADE???

<LUCA_IS_SO_COOL> [13:36] sorry dude it's too good

meow

yes

someone should make those tik tok videos with it WITHOUT AI VOICES.

have fun pookies, i'm writing a Luce x Ronin thing now <3

Love u all

Nate <3

[reacquaintedwith-air]

Anyway. Suffice it to say that I identify strongly with Scully for a whole lot of personality, mental health, and neurodivergence reasons (and yes, as someone on that spectrum, Scully reads way more that way to me than Mulder at any given point), and that is exactly why I don't think Scully is this beautiful little angel martyr who never did anything wrong in her life ever.

In many ways her lack of communication + big emotional outbursts + contradictory impulses and lies about what she wants are the main reason she's stuck in a situation where Mulder keeps hurting her, her family keeps hurting her, and she keeps ending up with less than what she wants.

if you don't say what you want and need, don't set any boundaries, blow up with 'people ask too much of you' or you get overwhelmed (without at any point saying you're getting overwhelmed or that the stress is getting to you or that you're not getting what you're hoping for from the people around you) and then lie and deflect when asked what's wrong and what you do want, then yeah, you're not going to get what you want because absolutely no one knows what you're 'hinting' about or trying to make happen. what's more people will end up treating you like an emotionally fragile bomb to diffuse, who might decide to trash the whole relationship if asked to modify your behavior, instead of someone who can deal with a conversation about wants and needs in a two way exchange.

That kind of avoidant-hostile behavior makes a lot of no-win situations that you created for yourself, and then the other person conveniently takes the blame for both of you a lot of the time.

So yeah, seeing a lot of myself in Scully is exactly why I sometimes say i think Mulder can do better and why I don't think he put them in the acrimonious, tense relationship they were in in much of s4, s5 and s6. Sure, he got fed up and started snarking back and distancing himself as the holding pattern wore on and Scully kept up a pattern of extreme neediness and avoidance-with-prejudice. But he wasn't 'pushing her away' or 'punishing her' or 'being consumed by guilt,' it reads as him responding to her surprisingly consistent pattern of on screen behavior, which. I'd bet that if someone's playing emotional yo-yo with you, you'd get snappish and withdrawn, too.

And yes, ultimately I don't think they can stay apart. And yes part of me wants to see Mulder always forgive Scully for her behavior because it's a comforting fantasy for me. But it's also a cathartic fantasy for me to see him make her confront and deal with the consequences of her mind games sometimes because it's a way to help me make sense of the times people I cared about have cut me out of their lives "for no reason."

And no it isn't 'more equal and fair' to erase her flaws and always let her off the hook.

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

Seeing the abundance of people shipping coral glasses and Rena, just like imagine someone assumes and it either gets Ena insecure or Rena being like "huh? Nah, my wife's over there and is like 10x more pretty" "bitch did you call me ugly?" "I said what i said"

Get Ready for Some Angst!

Anyone who knew ENA was very aware that the poor woman had very little self esteem. Though she hid it well behind her Happy Face, there were times when her Sad Face would let her true feelings peek out into the open. According to RENA, this was called "Wearing your heart on your sleeve", which confused ENA considering how her sleeves were short. How was she supposed to wear her heart on something that doesn't exist? That didn't make much sense!

Beyond that, however, ENA did her best to smile in even the most uncomfortable of situations, and she'd become good at it over time. Meeting RENA made her more confident, and dating the soldier made her feel something she hadn’t experienced in quite a while.

She felt like she was worth something.

Most who met the couple when they were together could easily tell that they made each other happy. It didn’t take more than one interaction or curious listen-in to determine that. There were some, however, who took some time to realize that the two ENAs were in a relationship, and certain things were liable to be said because of that.

"Oh, your baby is so cute! Who's the father? I bet she looks just like him!"

"I know the perfect person who can handle your attitude! You'll absolutely love her, her name is-"

"Oh! You two are... together? In a relationship? Willingly?"

"How could someone as depressing as you have landed a goddess like her?"

"You should break up. There's no way you're giving that ENA the happiness she deserves."

There's no way you're giving her the happiness she deserves.

And didn't that just sting?

No, it didn't sting, it hurt, agonizingly so. Knowing that there were people who both inwardly and outwardly believed ENA should leave RENA because they just "Didn't seem compatible". RENA, of course, was always ready and willing to squash the little bug that eagerly fed on ENA's worries, and while it helped, there was still the tiniest hint of doubt hidden away.

Which only got worse in less than ten minutes.

ENA and Claire had been invited over by Froggy to cheer on RENA during some sparring competition with Coral Glasses. He explained that it was always important to keep employees brushed up on their knowledge of the job, and that this also helped get any anxious energy out. ENA eagerly agreed, packing everything she and Claire would need for a day in RENA's world and humming a little tune to express her excitement.

"Babe, it's just a sparring match." RENA chuckled as she watched her beloved try to desperately decide on which baby food to take. "She prefers sweet potato when she's out, hon."

"Thank you, dear. I would have been here all day trying to decide!" ENA chirped, giggling at the multitude of kisses pressed onto her cheek.

"Trust me, I know." RENA hummed, snagging a piece of toast from ENA's plate and strutting away with a smirk as ENA whined and complained. "You weren't eating it! Can't waste bread; it's valuable here."

"I was saving it fow later." ENA huffed, crossing her arms petulantly. She glanced over upon hearing Claire blow a raspberry, immediately cheered up by the sight of their daughter finding genuine delight in pointing at her reflection in her bottle of orange juice. "Such an innocent soul, I cannot believe we spent so much time apart and without you!"

"Hey! Why don't you talk to me like that?" Now it was time for RENA to be petulant, a frown visible even behind the toast that hung from her mouth.

"I tell you how much I adore your presence in my life every day, love." ENA chuckled, taking her turn to smirk and look at RENA deviously. "In more ways than one~"

RENA choked on the toast with a loud "ACK!", slamming a fist against her chest as she blushed and tried to regain herself. "Don't say shit like that! I have to be focused!"

"Apologies, dear. I shall keep my affections to a minimum."

"Hold on, I didn’t say you needed to do that."

The couple shared a loving laugh and a few kisses, pressing kisses to both of Claire's cheeks and watching with absolute adoration as she squealed with glee.

Things were good.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, things were no longer good.

ENA held a hand over her mouth to silence the cries that desperately wished to escape. Her heart ached and her stomach twisted into rancid knots, reminding her endlessly and ruthlessly of what drove her to hide in this dark, cold crevice in the first place.

The spar had started off quite well, RENA was landing hit after hit, and while it was clear she was holding back, Coral took each one like a champ. The typically anxious woman was quick and light on her feet, knew how to strategize based upon each attack she received, and even landed a few good hits of her own.

"She is quite good at this." Suspicious Man had commented, watching with the rest of the group (ENA, Claire, Dratula, Kane, Froggy, Taski Maiden, and a trio of witches who said they knew RENA) as the fight grew more and more intense over time.

"YEAH! KICK HER ASS!" Taski cheered, letting out a wild sputtering sound as she leapt up and down.

ENA wasn't sure who either of them were talking about, but she didn't think she'd care either way. She believed in her wife, and that's all that mattered.

"Oh, they make such a cute couple." One of the witches cooed, gaining ENA's attention briefly. "So perfect for each other! I couldn't imagine a better looking duo!"

"I agree!" Another witch chimed. "I wouldn't be surprised if that ENA finally settled down; it would be quite the relief, especially knowing she's with someone who can match her in this field."

"Now, ladies, do quiet down. I'm trying to watch these cuties dance!" The third witch huffed. "They're such a perfect match! I doubt anyone could make them happier."

That was the straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back, driving ENA to hand Claire to Froggy (he was the only one she trusted to properly care for the baby in her absence) before rushing off without making too much of a scene. She swore she'd heard someone ask if something was wrong, but she didn't think she'd be able to answer without bursting into tears.

Which is exactly what led to now.

ENA had wandered back through the corridor and hidden in one of the many crevices in the walls. It was a tight fit, so much so that she’d had to take her head off so she could fit, and that only made her feel worse. She sniffled and sobbed as quietly as she could manage, not wanting to draw attention to herself or her tantrum.

Why couldn't she just be normal for once?

"ENA? ENA! Damn it, ENA, say something!" RENA's frantic calls rang throughout the hall, earning her shouts of annoyance and frustration from the casino patrons that she blatantly ignored. "Where are you?!"

ENA whimpered, holding her yellow arm out to flag RENA down without drawing any other unnecessary attention to them. She frowned as RENA gasped and practically broke through the sound barrier to close the distance between them, now feeling ten times worse for leaving the event behind.

"I'm sowwy." ENA sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with RENA despite the fretting she was doing. "I'm being stupie again..."

"What? No, no! You're not- Why are you saying you're stupid?" RENA asked, having grown used to the baby talk ENA's Sad Face insisted on using. "You know that's not true, baby."

"I wan away fwom your spaw." ENA whined, covering her eyes with a frustrated groan. "You were about to win! I know you were!"

"As sweet as the sentiment is, my love, I must inform you that Coral bested me. It was a surprise, but a welcome one."

"Well if you think she's so impwessive, why don’t you mawwy her instead?!" ENA cried, gasping and slamming her mouth shut the moment she realized what she’d said. "Oh, I didn't mean dat! I don't want you to weave me!"

"ENA... Honey, where is all of this coming from?" RENA asked, at a complete loss of why her darling was so upset. "Was it something I said or did?"

"No! It... It was... UGH! I don't know how to expwain it!" ENA dug her fingers into her scalp, going on and on about her frustration with herself until RENA quite literally took her head and held it close. "It isn't faiw. Why don't people think you can be happy wit' me? Am I a bad wife?"

RENA finally managed to put the pieces together, feeling like an absolute ass for the way she seemed to be completely oblivious to ENA's dismay. This wasn’t something new, that much was obvious, and it had clearly been stewing in ENA's mind for quite a while.

"I thought I was doing evewything wight. But no one thinks I make a good wife. They tell me I'm making you sad." ENA closed her eyes to keep from seeing RENA's reaction, under the genuine impression that her fears wouldn't be unfounded. "I don't wanna make you sad..."

"My love, you could never make me sad." RENA assured. "Unless you did something stupid like die, but that's not happening on my watch."

ENA giggled at RENA's confidence, sniffling a few more times before her Happy Face was able to take over. "Deepest apologies, love. I have no idea what came over me."

"I doubt that, but okay." RENA hummed, not wanting to start a fight immediately after calming ENA down. "Now, what say we gather ourselves and get back to Claire, hmm? I have a feeling she misses her mommy."

"Both of us, dear." ENA replied, eyes lidding as her energy started to deplete. She always loved it when RENA held her, even in awkward positions like this.

RENA nodded, standing and helping ENA's body crawl out of the crevice before placing her head back into its orbit. "There, let’s get back, shall we?"

"Gladly." ENA replied, content with the newly calm environment. She walked with RENA for a good while, humming as she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by RENA gripping her arm. "Darling?"

"C'mere for a second." RENA gently instructed, smiling with genuine delight as ENA did as told. She watched as the slightly shorter woman stopped in front of her with the cutest look of confusion etched into her features.

"My love, what's- MMPH!" ENA couldn't stop the surprised yelp that was quickly muffled by RENA's lips on her own. It was a clumsy kiss at first, but then evolved (and inevitably devolved) into a passionate and fiery kiss. ENA moaned into RENA's mouth, a blush decorating her face as the two separated, joined together afterwards by nothing more than a thin line of static from their mouths. "What... What was-"

"THIS IS MY WIFE, YOU REPROBATES!" RENA suddenly screamed, keeping a tight hold on ENA as the shorter squeaked in surprise. "The most beautiful woman in the world, and 10- No, 100 times prettier than whoever you think I'm married to!"

"Oh, my!" The first witch exclaimed, muttering along with her sisters at the revelation. "Sincerest apologies, dear."

"We didn’t expect two ENAs to work so well together." The second witch hummed.

"Your baby is quite adorable!" The third chimed, pointing to Froggy and Claire, who appeared to be... negotiating about a spoonful of food?

What in the Six Rings?

"Good, now everyone is up to date." RENA confidently stated, a smug smile on her face. "No one else is to upset my wife with your stupid assumptions! Otherwise, you're DEAD!"

Everyone nodded to some extent, which seemed to make RENA quite content. It was only after Coral furrowed her brow that a confused expression was shared between the couple.

"Did you just call me ugly?" Coral asked.

"I said my wife is 100 times prettier. By default, that makes you 100 times not as pretty." RENA replied, enjoying the increasingly confused looks on everyone's faces. "I said what I said."

"Okay?" Coral muttered, unsure of what to make of the odd statement.

Meanwhile, ENA happily nuzzled against RENA, ignoring the smell of sweat and copper in favor of savoring the heat of a well worked body.

Once again, all was good.

[sonnysolis]

Sonny shakes her head with a soft laugh, eyes squinting as if Benny’s reaction to her being a mom is just a little too much for her fragile pride to take.

“A whole-ass mom, huh?” she repeats, smirking. “You make it sound like I just showed up to this thing with a diaper bag and an armful of Goldfish crackers in my purse.”

She rolls her eyes but there’s no heat in it—if anything, Benny’s reaction disarms her in the exact way it always used to. It’s easy. Familiar. It lets her forget, for just a moment, the mess she’s been sitting in lately.

“And no, he’s not with me. He’s with his dad.” Her voice dips slightly, careful. Not guarded so much as... it is, measured. “I figured I'd ease into ruining his life one surprise at a time.”

The joke is dry, a little sharp, but it’s a cover—one Benny would probably recognize. Still, she doesn’t let it linger long enough to be dissected. She nudges him lightly with her elbow and adds, “You know, for someone who says they’re good at minding their own business, you sure ask a lot of questions.”

But then, more seriously, “It’s good, though. Seeing you. You haven’t changed much.” Her eyes linger on his a little longer than necessary. “Still have that same dumb face I remember from Chicago.”

She smiles, soft around the edges now.

When he leans back against the pillar and mentions lunch—and how she somehow actually remembered the bet—Sonny raises a brow. “Oh, I never forget a bet,” she says, playfully smug. “Especially not when I’m owed food and ego validation.”

There's a beat. Followed by something gentler sneaking in behind all her teasing. “But also... I could use something normal. A meal, some catching up. A familiar face that doesn’t make me feel like I should apologize just for breathing near them.”

She exhales, steadying herself. “Let’s go before I talk myself out of it. There’s only so much ghost-hunting I can do in one afternoon.”

She steps back, waiting for him to fall into stride beside her, and adds with a small, sideways glance, “But fair warning—if this turns into some small-town heart-to-heart therapy session over sandwiches, I’m leaving you with the check.”

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his lips at the mention of the word "domestic." His gaze briefly narrowed with curiosity, but then softened at the thought of his mother. Benny's laughter rang out, transforming into a warm chuckle. Chicago felt like a distant memory, yet being surrounded by familiar faces from that time transported him back to moments long passed. Although revisiting those old memories often made his stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia and anxiety, this encounter felt surprisingly pleasant. The joy of reconnecting with old friends always had a way of brightening his spirits.

“Do I?” he asked, a teasing grin stretching across his face. “Yeah, she is. I mean, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows when I moved here, but things are good now.” His words carried the weight of experience, a testament to the healing nature of time. Things weren't perfect, but they were infinitely better than before. “Wait, you said I give off 'domestic' vibes? Is that a good thing?” he continued, his curiosity piqued. The notion of being seen as domestic should typically be a positive trait, considering... things. Still, uncertainty crept in, making him wonder if it could somehow hold a different connotation than he hoped.

If there was anything Benny was moderately good at, it was minding his own business. Conversations with Sonny typically followed a familiar pattern, often skimming the surface. Occasionally, they would manage to break through some barriers and delve a little deeper. Benny liked to think he knew Sonny better than just a passing acquaintance, but her answer suddenly made him feel challenged. Work? That didn’t seem right. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Unsure of how to respond, he opened his mouth but paused when she spoke again.

Hearing that Sonny was a mother was the last thing Benny expected her to say. His eyes widened in surprise, and a wide grin spread across his face. "Wait, you're a whole ass mom?!" he exclaimed, his tone filled with excitement. He was in utter shock, but he had been keen on the idea of being a parent for a while; he couldn't help but immediately take the news as something good. However, he quickly grasped the seriousness of her story.

Tilting his head, Benny felt a rush of adrenaline at the unexpected revelation. "Is that who you're here with? Where are they?" he asked eagerly. He skimmed over her head and even turned his body to look around. Benny's curiosity was piqued; so much had happened since the last time they had seen each other. He playfully teased her, trying to lighten the mood, especially when he noticed the burden on her shoulders seemed a bit heavier than usual.

After settling down and stifling his laughter, Benny tilts his head with curiosity when she remarks how good it is to see him. He nods in her direction, a warm smile spreading across his face, conveying that he feels the same. But when she teasingly reminds him about the lunch he owes her, a twinkle of recognition flickers in his eyes. His brows knit together as the memory of their playful bet from years ago rushes to the forefront of his mind.

"Oh shit," he chuckles, amusement dancing in his voice. "You've got an insane memory." How could he forget? "I would have taken you to lunch anyway, but it's nice to know you have something to hold over my head to keep me accountable." With a casual wave of his hand, he leans back against the sturdy pillar, a relaxed posture belying the excitement he feels. "I do have time, actually. I moved here seven years ago, so we’ve had years to make up for all that lost time. I figured you might be the one with a harder schedule to fit into. Given the whole... mom thing," he grins, nudging her playfully.

[moe-broey]

Some. Sort of spectrum. From most likely to least likely.

And by kitten-pile I mean This

I'll put a transcript under cut for easier reading! 🫡

How Likely Are They to Kitten Pile?

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Mirabilis: "are you tired..? do you need a break...? ohh we could take one together..."

If she likes/trusts you even a little, she wants to cuddle about it!!!

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Sharena and Peony: "Okay! 💖 Yay! 💖"

Shari: The only thing stopping her is social conventions -- making her MORE likely to jump at the opportunity!

Peony: Learning social awareness as she goes, and is surprisingly good at it?

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Triandra: "Aren't we a bit old for that...? But... even so..."

Embarrassed, conflicted, but feels strangely nostalgic at the notion...

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Plumeria: "I'm not so petal-soft that I'd resort to such INDECENCY, I mean even if your intentions are Pure USE YOUR HEADS YOU FOOLS!! Girl, the IMPLICATIONS!!!"

Desperately wants to join the kitten-pile, but her Issues and Pride gets in the way.

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Moe: "aw, so cutes!"

Generally touch adverse, extremely picky even with the people it likes/loves -- everything is entirely on its terms.

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"yuri lowell is a manly heterosexual"

yuri lowell:

[featheredframingdevice]

*slams hands on desk* paintings of saints staring at their mortal peers with passive aggressive judgement WHEN

enough paintings of saints where they're looking heavenward in ecstatic agony or down with love and mercy on their onlookers as they ascend. we need more paintings where the martyr is looking accusatorily directly at the viewer.

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[girl-lostconnection]

Thinking thoughts about husband!Simon Riley who’s the biggest fucking gossip there is. He might not talk to anyone but somehow he’s always there when people talk.

Partially because he’s that good at blending in with the shadows and minding his business, partially because until he actually makes a sound no one would notice that he’s somewhere in the corner, sipping his usual cuppa.

And he has no one at work to share the gossip with!😔 Not like he can go and share with his subordinates that he heard the hottest gossip about someone’s divorce. And not like Price himself feels like chatting about someone’s divorce when he has his own happening.

Good thing that he has you! Simon comes home and everything is exactly the way it is, the only difference being him staring at you like you are supposed to do something.

Like you are supposed to ask him.

Takes you a couple questions to fish out what’s going on with him but as soon as you are in? He’s going to spill every detail, he’s gonna walk you through entire dialogue that was happening in the rec room, he’s nodding very enthusiastically when you gush and ask questions and gasp because yeah, that’s him. He brought you the gossip, he made you have fun.

All part of his devious plan, yes, that’s right.

Simon who remembers EVERYTHING that was said, who drops bombs of conclusions he came to himself basing on what he already heard around the base. You practically shaking him by the shoulders because god, the man brings tea that’s PIPING hot.

So I’ll stand by what I said, Simon Riley is one very good gossip king who’s more than happy to have someone to discuss information with because honestly? The gall of some people to discuss certain very private things out in the open???

He’s also the hypervigilant guy, the most attentive one, he picks up on signs and mood shifts so if you get in the cab/car after the gathering you attended together and something was definitely going on there…The only thing you will need to do is say “Am I crazy or…?” and his head snaps to look at you so fast, his vertebrae makes a little snapping sound.

Because yeah, he saw that too. Also, did you see that the husband there was a little too close to his co-worker? The one in the red sweater? The one that has exactly the same bracelet the wife had?

Yeah, love, the one with blue stones. He could bet there is an affair going on and wife found out but actually…what? So wife is having an affair too? You sure, love? She was looking at WHO?

Oh, he’s having so much fun with that. I feel like he has a hobby of people watching so gossiping just makes it even funner. And he enjoys this bonding sessions you two have, splayed together on the couch — you giggling so hard he can feel how he melts.

Yeah, husband Simon is a big gossip guy. And he’s your gossip guy. Which means while you wanna hear all about his day and observations — he will tell you everything.

[esleep]

i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).

shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.

i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.

when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.

anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.

[florestalio]

FATAL OBSESSION — l.hs

even if your best friend seemed to have found the love of her life, the one that keeps her the happiest, while also treating you, and everyone else with respect—you can't help but feel something was... off about him. you didn't dwell on it much—something which proved to be a fatal mistake on your part.

GENRE — pwp, kidnapping au, psychopath au, best friend's boyfriend trope

WARNINGS — DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, noncon-ish dumbcon, psychopath!hee, kidnapping, character death, oral (both m! and f! rec), throat fucking, throat bulge, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, gun in v (DON'T!!!), sucking the barrel of a gun (seriously, don't), squirting, unprotected sex (don't), doggy, cumming inside, groping, tit squeezing, nipple pinching, clit pinching, bondage, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT — 11.8k

NOTE — READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED!!! went a little too insane while writing this. thank you to my bestie sena who always encourages me to write my deranged wip ideas that I get during the most random times—this one in particular came to my mind while I was... studying. no I'm not lying. this was, as always, not proofread. so if you see any mistakes? just pretend you didn't, okay?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

there was something severely off about heeseung.

your best friend, chaeyoung, had met heeseung—who is currently her boyfriend—at a bar. from what she had told you, apparently she was simply drinking there, celebrating her first ever paycheck—alone, since you were stuck at a family event. when it was time for her to pay, the bartender informed her that someone had already paid for her. surprised, she asked about this mystery person, getting directed towards a guy sitting a few seats away from her.

apparently for her, it was love at first sight.

he looked like everything she ever wanted in a guy—tall, dignified and confident posture, rich attire, a good taste in fashion—not to mention how attractive he looked while sipping his drink, a light smirk on the corner of his mouth, eyes locked with hers. he never broke eye contact—not even once, as she walked over to him—albeit quite bashfully.

from what she told you, they talked all night—about their reasons for being in the bar, their hobbies, their backgrounds, their families, and other things that you couldn't really bother to keep track of.

they exchanged numbers, texting each other every single day. eventually, he asked her out, taking her to the most exquisite restaurant in the city, treating her like royalty. according to her, he was the biggest gentleman—a complete green forest, if you will. he always took care of her interests, noticed every single detail about her, and never failed to bring a smile to her face. truly, she was the happiest version of herself while they were dating.

eventually, she introduced him to you, him being an absolute sweetheart with you as well. he made sure not to make you feel like a third wheel, including you in their conversations. it didn't feel awkward for you at all—almost as if you three were a trio of best friends who hadn't met in a while, catching up.

everything was perfect with him. until it wasn't.

you didn't understand why, but for some weird reason, you started to get a certain... vibe from him—even though his behaviour never really changed. he was still an absolute sweetheart, treating chaeyoung like his own personal goddess… yet there was something so—unsettling about him.

heeseung didn't really do anything, but you still found a chill running down your spine whenever chaeyoung mentioned his name. if you saw him in front of you? you bet either your leg or hand would shake uncontrollably, betraying your anxiety.

anxiety for exactly what reason, you didn't know.

you thought it was ridiculous. why would your best friend's more than perfect boyfriend’s mere presence have you shaking like a goddamn leaf? it made no sense at all.

until it did… sort of.

well… heeseung, despite being such an amazing boyfriend, ends up becoming an ex. how? the story behind that is… messy. extremely so.

you see, they had been dating for almost a year. everyone expects a good and memorable gift from their partner for their anniversary, right? so did chaeyoung. she was really looking forward to it too, given how much of a great boyfriend heeseung was.

and he didn't disappoint. he gave her a present, one that was definitely memorable. it wasn’t memorable just for her, either. it was memorable for you as well. was it good? not so much.

it was around eight in the morning when your alarm rang, effectively waking you up.but it was a sunday,  so you turned the alarm off, trying to go back to sleep. but you were already awake, so it didn't really work.

you picked up your phone, the date catching your eyes—it was chaeyoung and heeseung’s anniversary!

your eyes widened. how could you have forgotten such an important date? it was a date your best friend had been extremely excited about, with her always talking about it to you for quite a few days now, yet you forgot. did that make you a terrible friend? probably. eager to redeem yourself, you quickly shot her a text.

you: happy anniversary to my favourite couple!!! enjoy yourselves you both <33 give me all the details tomorrow!!

you let out a small breath, one which you didn't realise you were holding, hoping your best friend hadn't realised that you hadn't remembered her anniversary. however, you didn't get to ponder too long on that, since your phone rang with a ding. chaeyoung had texted you back!

chae: thank youuu!! also girl i need help chae: can you make it to xxx restaurant by twelve?? a friend of heeseung got broken up with, so he wanted him to accompany us for the morning to help him cheer up. chae: he also mentioned something about ‘not wishing him to be a third wheel’ so please do me this favour?? chae: pleaseee??? i promise i’ll make it up to you

you were a bit hesitant about the request. you honestly wanted to stay in today, since it was a sunday—a rest day—but you also didn't want to disappoint your best friend on her first anniversary with her boyfriend, so you agreed.

you: fineee i can do that you: but you're gonna owe me one

chae: THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH chae: you have no idea how stressed i was about this chae: honestly i didn't wanna agree to it at first chae: but you know i can't say no to him

you: girl it's okayyy i can understand you: i’ll distract the other dude so that you guys can enjoy your day, alright?? <33

chae: ugh have i ever told you how much i love you???

you: love you too now GO!!!

as soon as you keep your phone down, you instantly regret your decision. so now you have to go and attend the anniversary lunch of your best friend and her boyfriend… along with some mopey guy that recently got broken up with. great. just great.

you were in front of the restaurant that chaeyoung had sent you the address of—right on time too. you had been trying to call her for the past thirty minutes, but she wasn't picking up. you knew it took a while to get ready, and look absolutely out of the world, but seriously, it doesn't take that long.

you tried to call her for the—what, seventh time now? once again, the call went to voicemail. jesus christ, was she getting plastic surgery or something?

you heard your name being called, causing you to turn around. it was heeseung, waving at you, dressed in an absolutely dashing suit, his ever-so-polite smile adorning his face. the only odd thing was that he was alone—no sign of chaeyoung near him.

you frowned, voicing your thoughts out. “did you not come here with chae? she hasn't been picking up my calls—i have been trying since the past half an hour already.”

he looked surprised at that. “she picked up my call around… forty? minutes ago? she told me her make up wasn't setting right? something else about her foundation being almost out? i told her i was gonna wait, and we could schedule the reservation for later, but she told me it wasn't possible—made me come here on my own. but—i figured she must have called you for help, since, you know, you're the person she usually goes to during these kinds of emergencies–”

you shook your head, your forehead creasing in frustration. obviously chaeyoung thought the ‘emergency’ wasn't urgent enough to call you—now she won't pick up your calls, or arrive on time.

you looked at him again. “when is your friend supposed to arrive?”

he looked at his watch. “we told him to come at fifteen minutes past twelve, so that me and chae could have a little time alone before it's all about him, so… he should have been here ten minutes ago.”

right then a ‘ding!’ sounded on his phone, causing you to raise a brow. you gestured at him to check, which he did… his face falling almost immediately. he looked up at you, sighing heavily. “he just texted me. apparently his sister was busy, which meant she couldn't pick up his niece from school—which left him to do it.”

you rubbed your temples in frustration. for fuck’s sake, this wasn't your anniversary lunch, why the hell were you here on time? to help a friend out, who didn't even need the help anymore, and who was yet to arrive at her own anniversary lunch?

noticing your distressed state, heeseung quickly tried to make the situation better. “h-how about we go inside, yea? chae said she reserved the table under her name, so we can sit down—maybe even order something to eat till she arrives? how does that sound?”

you nodded, sighing mentally. you loved your best friend, but seriously, she needed to be more responsible. being late to your own anniversary lunch? causing your boyfriend and best friend to sit down and possibly even eat lunch until you decided the time was finally ideal enough for you to show up? real mature.

heeseung could sense your building frustration and anger, causing him to do his best to keep you calm. you waited by the front of the restaurant, as he practically sprinted towards the help desk to get the reserved table. he quickly ran back to you, ushering you towards the table. as soon as the two of you sat down, he quickly looked through the menu, asking for your favourite drink among the ones listed. once you gave him the name, he quickly called upon a waiter, ordering your drink choice. while they took their time to give you your drink, he engaged you in a friendly conversation, trying to diffuse the tension, and any possible awkwardness. safe to say, it worked, as you even cracked a laugh or two at his terrible jokes.

another half an hour went by. chaeyoung was yet to show up. the two of you decided to order lunch, the wait having made you both hungry.

while you both were digging in, heeseung made sure to keep you engaged in conversation, the atmosphere not turning awkward even once—despite the circumstances. the food was top tier too, so you had to give chaeyoung that one. credit was needed where it was due, after all.

by the time it was the turn for dessert, your anger had started fading into worry. where the fuck was chaeyoung at?

you knew your best friend well enough to know that she wouldn't miss her anniversary lunch, no matter how much her make-up sucked. so why wasn't she here yet?

heeseung, being ever the gentleman, politely kept you engaged in conversation. oh, for chaeyoung to have ended up with such an amazing guy, and to miss their first anniversary? yea, your best friend is definitely the problem here.

once dessert was finished, you excused yourself, going to the washroom. you needed to wash your hands anyways, and redo your lipstick. you also wanted to try and call chaeyoung again.

while you were washing your hands, one of the servers came in, giving you a polite smile and a small bow. she washed your hands alongside you. “ma'am, may i ask you something? it might sound a little intrusive, but i promise i mean it in a nice way.”

caught slightly off-guard, you nodded your head. “absolutely! don't worry about being intrusive, just ask whatever you want to.”

she gave you a wide smile, giggling slightly. “you and your boyfriend look so cute together! how long have you been together? if you don't mind me asking, of course–”

you quickly cut her off. “oh no no no—he isn't my boyfriend, he is my best friend’s. they have been together for a year, so this was supposed to be their anniversary lunch.”

the waitress gave you a skeptical look. realising exactly how weird your answer just sounded, you rushed to explain yourself. “w-wait wait wait—i know it sounds weird, but i promise i’m telling the truth. i sent her a ‘happy anniversary’ text this morning, to which she told me to accompany her to her anniversary lunch, since her boyfriend’s recently dumped friend was coming along, and her boyfriend didn't want him to be a third wheel…” you trailed off, noticing the look of disbelief on her face.

you didn't know why you felt the need to explain the situation to a complete stranger, but you weren't going to question your anxiety induced instincts. you took out your phone, showing her your texts with chaeyoung from the morning, while continuing to rant to her. “–but for some reason, she hasn't been picking up my calls, despite her being the one to invite me to this. she even reserved the table in the first place, but… oh well.”

at that, the server furrowed her brows. she seemed to believe you, although only to a certain extent now. “uhm… ma'am, are you sure? the table you were sat at was reserved by who we thought was your boyfriend. no girl came in to reserve that table for today. but he did so, yesterday. said he wanted to have lunch with his girlfriend in peace, without anyone interrupting, and that today was the only opportunity for doing so.”

you were stunned at the revelation. you were sure heeseung told you that the table was reserved by chaeyoung, not him. why would the server lie? hell, why would heeseung lie? this revelation, paired with your best friend not picking up her calls… something wasn't adding up.

the server waved her hand in front of you to get your attention. “uh, ma'am…?”

you quickly snapped back to reality, the unsettling feeling you usually got around heeseung creeping back. “o-oh yea, uhm—can you help me out really quick?”

sensing the undertone of panic in your voice, her face quickly became serious. “of course, whatever you need.”

you gulped. “so, uhm—i- i think my best friend’s boyfriend—the guy i was sitting with right now—lied to me, and my friend isn't picking my calls either. d-does your restaurant perhaps have a… a backdoor, or something similar to that?”

she didn’t question it anymore, nodding quickly. she gave you the directions to the backdoor, which luckily happened to be nearby, just behind the kitchen. she promised to keep your escapade a secret, and also promised to make heeseung pay the entire bill.

“–oh, and please be careful. the backdoor is connected to a network of alleys, which are filled with homeless people. they are always looking for an opportunity to steal, especially from unsuspecting women. there's also a lot of—well, men, so you need to be extra careful.” you quickly thanked her, heeding to her directions.

you got out of the washroom, finding the backdoor quickly enough. you went outside through it, the door leading into a back alley. you quickly navigated through it, wary of any potential homeless people that might think you're an easy target for them to steal from.

you kept turning corners, staying at least five meters away from any suspicious people. however, you soon felt as if you were being followed. since you were in an area infested with men that were starving—in more ways than one, you didn't pay as much attention to it—although you should have, since that was extremely stupid of you. it turned out to be a big mistake on your part, since you soon felt someone hit your head—hard—with something that was probably made of metal.

your head exploded in pain, causing you to clutch it tightly with both hands. you felt someone catch you as you fell backwards, holding onto you tightly, your vision unsteady. as you swam in and out of consciousness, you could swear you heard a laugh. it was the most unsettling sound you had ever heard. the last thing you heard before you blacked out sent a chill down your spine.

“that eager to escape me? not fucking happening princess.”

when you woke up, you couldn't open your eyes, nor could you open your mouth to scream. you tried to move your hands and legs, but they seemed to have been tied up as well. you could tell that you were tied to a chair, but you had no idea why, or how—or who did it. what would anyone gain from kidnapping you?

you let out a muffled scream through your gag, trying to catch the attention of literally anyone. to add to your anxiety, you heard another muffled scream in response. you tried to struggle against your binds—which you just realised were fucking metallic chains—but it was a futile attempt.

in the midst of your struggling, you didn't hear the footsteps nearby, or the door opening. so naturally you were surprised when the blindfold was yanked off of you. you squint your eyes, to adjust to the sudden brightness, while your captor ripped off your gag as well. you promptly let out an ear piercing scream.

your captor let out a groan, putting his hand on your mouth, effectively shutting you up. “for fuck’s sake, shut up. no one can hear you—at least no one that can save you can hear you, so shut up and spare me the trouble of going deaf. or i can leave the gag on, whichever works best for you.”

you immediately stopped trying to scream, your eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness—or excessive darkness, whatever it was. to your utter horror, your captor was lee fucking heeseung of all people. you did have a bad feeling about him, but for it to be true? that was something you weren't prepared for.

you gulped, your throat feeling slightly parched. you looked around, your eyes landing on another girl that was tied up. her blindfold and gag was still on, but she didn't seem to be straining against her binds. from the almost dried tear patches on the blindfold, and the dried tear tracks on her cheeks, you assumed that she had given up trying to struggle.

as you analyzed her carefully, the pit in your stomach grew. that was chaeyoung. “w-what did you do to h-her? why—why are we here? why are you doing this? l-let us go!”

he let out a chuckle, which only caused the pit in your stomach to grow bigger. he put both of his hands on the arms of the chair you were tied to, leaning closer to you. his face had the most bone-chilling smirk ever. “‘why?’ that's a great question. cute, even. it's cuter how you think i’ll let either of you go.”

noticing your breath hitch, he leaned even closer, his voice more of a sultry whisper. “your friend… she was just a puppet. a pawn, in my game.”

your eyes were brimming with unshed tears, your voice shaky. “g-game?”

he chuckled. “why yes, a game. my game. the game to get closer to you.”

you froze, causing him to hold in a laugh at how your eyes widened comically. “m-me? closer t-to me? w-why? why would you want to—how would that even benefit you–?”

he tilted his head to the side. “why? because i like you, silly. i’m in love with you. always have been.”

your mouth hung open in disbelief. “...what?”

he caressed your cheek, his touch tender—a great contrast to how he kidnapped you, and tied you up to a chair, in some random, abandoned, basement. “we went to the same school. we were never in the same section throughout all of our school years, but i still noticed you. i always did. how could i not? you were the most beautiful among them all, a rose in between thorns. a lone firefly, shining in a field of darkness. naturally, i was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.”

he cupped your jaw with the same hand that was caressing your face just seconds ago, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. “anything and everything you did, always had me thinking, wondering, hoping—that you were doing it for me. just for me. to catch my attention. you don't need anyone else anyways, i’m more than enough for you. you just… don't see it yet.”

his grip on your jaw grew slightly tighter, your wince of pain going unnoticed by him. a crazy glimmer appeared in his eyes. “that's why i needed to wait. wait for the perfect opportunity, the right moment—until it finally presented itself. in the form of your best friend, chaeyoung. she wasn't difficult to sway. her trusting nature made it even easier. she talks a lot, a bit too much sometimes—but of course, you would know—you’re her best friend after all. she made it easy to know everything about you, things i couldn't find from stalking you. suddenly, you were so, so much closer. but not close enough. you still didn't care enough, you still weren't mine.”

you were freaking out. this whole situation was insane. he was insane. you were a hundred percent sure that you had never even seen him at school! yet he claimed to have been in the same one as you? either you were as invincibly ignorant as a town-fop judging of a new play, or he was bluffing. based on the current situation, he was definitely not bluffing.

but how? how could you have missed the fact that you were getting stalked? stalked! this was so, so bizarre. you were terrified, both for your life, and chaeyoung’s. you felt guilty that she had gotten involved, when clearly this was all about you.

heeseung continued talking. “so i had to do something. something, literally anything, to finally have you all to myself. the one thing i was glad for, was the fact that you remained single, your disinterest in relationships being both a blessing and a curse. it was the reason i lured chaeyoung into this, instead of getting to you directly. although, she could have gotten away from all of this, unharmed, if you weren't so… nosey.” 

he started caressing your cheek again. “don't know why, but for some reason you started to become… uncomfortable around me. i didn't know why, since i was more than sure that i didn't do anything to make you feel that way. but you still did. so of course, i had to do something fast. i scraped together this elaborate plan, one that involved me and chaeyoung breaking up, after i found her ‘cheating’ on me on our one year anniversary, and you consoling me, but—you just had to run away. naturally, i had to bring both of you here.”

you gulped, trying to steal your nerves. “please—you said it yourself, it's me who you want, not her—so please, let her go. she did nothing, she doesn't need to be involved in this–”

he tutted, cutting you off. “ah ah ah—where’s the fun in that? she is going to remain right here, as long as i see fit.”

he took his hand off your face, stepping away from you. he walked towards chaeyoung, a few meters away from you. your heart broke, seeing the fresh tear tracks on her face, the wet patches on her blindfold being clearly visible. your own tears broke free, once he ripped her blindfold off. she squinted in the light, her eyes landing on you. a fresh batch of tears cascaded down her face.

before you could call out to her, your eyes widened, your body freezing. heeseung was pointing a gun to her head. chaeyoung realised it, muffled sobs breaking free from behind her gag—which, for some reason, he didn’t take off, unlike what he did to yours. he rolled his eyes, nudging her head with the gun. “shut up. or i won't hesitate to blow your brains out.”

she immediately tried to stop, a small muffled hiccup escaping her in the process. heeseung rolled his eyes again, walking away from her, towards you. he kept the gun pointed towards her. he stopped in front of you, clicking the safety off. he smirked down at you. “you want her to live?”

you nodded frantically, your eyes shaking from how much you were crying. he snickered at your state. he put the gun under your chin, using it to tilt your head up, towards him. “in that case, you better do whatever i tell you to. and no trying to act smart, or else…”

he pointed the gun at chaeyoung again, flipping the gun in his hand, making it point at her again. he made a small ‘bang!’ sound with his mouth, imitating the gun going off. with your body raking with silent sobs, you nodded again, eyes red from your tears.

he smirked again. “that’s a good girl. just keep being obedient like this, yea?”

he didn’t wait for you to nod your head, or say yes again, going straight to business instead. to your—and chaeyoung's—utter horror, he began using his unoccupied hand to unbutton his jeans, under which he was somehow already hard. he pulled down the zipper—your widened, teary eyes and shocked, tear-stricken face making him stifle a groan, sending more blood straight down south, towards his cock. oh, he was going to have so much fun playing with you.

you looked in horror as he shrugged off his pants, glancing over at chaeyoung’s equally horrified face, before looking up at his face. in a panicked state, you spoke. “w-what are you doing–?”

he snickered at you, the gun not once moving from the direction of your best friend. his pants had come off, his hard bulge straining against his boxers, a large spot of precum having already formed on it. “what do you think?”

your expression was one of disgust, mixed with panic. there was no way you were going to suck your best friend's cock right in front of her, while you were both tied up to chairs, your lives in great danger. “you can't make me–”

“i can’t?” he interrupted you with a scoff, his hand pulling down his boxers. he shrugged them off, his leaking cock slapping on his stomach, leaving a trail of his sticky precum behind. his tip was an angry red, demanding immediate attention. “i can’t?” he repeated, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “what makes you think you have a choice? unless you want your oh-so-beloved friend here to die?”

he made a move as to pull the trigger, as you quickly yelled out, your eyes widening in panic. “no no no wait—please, i-i’ll do it, don’t shoot her, please–”

he smirked. you were so, so easy to scare. but apparently chaeyoung was too, since he heard a scared whimper—or a muffled sob—whatever, from her direction. he rolled his eyes subtly at the sound. he stepped closer to you, holding the base of his dick. his musky smell immediately invaded your nose, causing you to subtly scrunch it. although the smell wasn’t disgusting, his act sure was. he nudged it against your unwilling lips, coating it in a layer of his precum. he decided that it was by far the prettiest gloss he had seen you wear. “well? go on and suck it. or do you need more motivation?”

by motivation, he meant putting chaeyoung to sleep forever, of course. obviously you didn’t want that, so you quickly opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to give his tip a tentative lick. the salty taste immediately invaded your taste buds, causing you to gag slightly.

the action, however, elicited a completely different reaction from heeseung. he almost fell forward with a groan, balancing himself just in time, by holding onto the top of your chair. it set a chain reaction of his cock getting pushed further in your direction. despite your unwillingness, you were fuelled with the thought of you and your best friend getting out of the hell hole—unharmed—if you obeyed him. so you tilted your head, licking a long stripe along a vein on the underside of his cock. it stretched from his base, till his tip. your tongue’s movement caused him to twitch above you, more precum dribbling out of his tip.

above you, heeseung was a mess. god-fucking-damnit, this was what he had been missing out on?! chaeyoung’s head game was nothing compared to yours, and you had barely done anything.

it was getting harder to keep the gun pointed at her, so he decided to taunt her instead. he turned to the side, towards her, to mock her—only to be met with her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her face. displeased by the sight, he called out to her, trying to not sound breathless. “stop acting like a fucking prude, and open your goddamn eyes. i could shoot you right now, the only reason i’m not is because of your friend right here–” he gestured down to you, seeing as she opened her eyes again, which were red and swollen from crying. “–so you better be grateful to her, and keep your eyes on her. or else… you know what kind fate is waiting for you.”

hearing him threaten her directly, made your actions falter. you glanced at chaeyoung again—the sight of her teary eyes causing a fresh batch to roll down your eyes. you mouthed a ‘i promise i’ll get us out of here—unharmed’ to which she simply shook her head. your promise was empty words, as long as you both were here—under the threat of heeseung’s insanity. she didn’t hold it against you, she knew you didn’t want this either. but as long as heeseung was here, you both weren’t safe.

not liking how you stopped, heeseung fisted your hair tightly in his unoccupied hand, pushing your face forcefully towards his cock once again. you had done the mistake of gasping at his tight grip, causing his cock to push itself inside your deliciously warm mouth.

heeseung had to once again let go of your hair, to hold onto the top of the chair, trying to steady himself. fuck, your mouth felt so much better than chaeyoung’s ever did. he let out an unbashed moan, as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his length. “fuck,” your tongue swirled around his tip, collecting his precum, the action only causing more to ooze out. your tongue pressed down on his slit, causing him to throw his head back. “just like that baby,” he gripped the top of the chair tightly, in order to avoid thrusting into your mouth. “hah—doing s’fucking great f’me–”

he got cut off by his own groan, as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off harshly. your tongue rubbed deliciously on the underside of his cock, the combined mixture of your saliva and his precum making it easier for you to take him in and out of your mouth. you tried your best to tune out the muffled sobs from chaeyoung in the corner—you were doing this so that she wouldn't be killed, not for your selfish reasons. as long as heeseung was satisfied, you both would be safe.

heeseung thought the same, as he seemed to want to take full advantage of that fact. unable to resist temptation anymore, he thrust his hips forward, relishing in how you gagged around him. he stood still for a moment, just to bask in the warmth of your throat.

but you only had one goal. satisfy him—impress him—till he deemed your performance good enough to let you and chaeyoung leave. which is why he was soon pleasantly surprised, as you took him further in, deep throating him. he almost moaned at the sight of his bulge in your throat. chaeyoung could never do that.

he took a glance at her, his hand holding the gun starting to ache. she was looking straight at you, small sobs raking through her body, tears running down her eyes in a steady stream. with his gun still cocked straight in her direction, he used his unoccupied hand to grab your throat, pressing down on your bulge. he let out a moan as you choked, the pressure on his cock being more than perfect.

seeing you struggling to breathe, he rolled his eyes slightly. “breathe through your nose.” it was all he said, before he pulled almost completely out of your mouth. without giving you barely enough time to take a breath, he slammed back in, your nose pushing against his abdomen. his balls slapped against your chin, as you choked, trying hard to breathe through your nose. his hand gripped your hair tightly, as he started fucking your mouth—throat—roughly.

your wrists and shins were hurting from how the chains were digging into them, bruises having definitely formed on them by now. from his merciless pace and brutal thrusts, your throat palate, as well as your chin, was sure to be bruised later as well. tears were streaming down your eyes, mirroring chaeyoung's—not just from the brutality of his pace, but from the entire situation. you never thought that one day you would have to let heeseung fuck your throat, just to ensure that you and chaeyoug could live for another day.

but unexpected situations happen everyday, as heeseung’s pace turned sloppy. “fuck fuck fuck–” he changed his fast pace and short strokes to slow and deep thrusts, his cock going impossibly deep inside your throat everytime—as if he was trying to leave an imprint in it.

finally, he let out a broken moan. “o-oh fuck—mmm–” he pulled out of your mouth quickly, his hand clutching the base of his cock to avoid cumming immediately. he started jerking off at a fast pace in front of your face. “f-fuck—open your m-mouth f’me baby—n’ stick out your tongue–”

you did as he said, screwing your eyes shut. you didn't want to accidentally make eye contact with your best friend. your face and neck was already burning hot from embarrassment, you didn't need to feel guilty as well—not that any of this was your fault in the first place.

with a loud curse, and a broken moan of your name, his orgasm finally crashed over him. spurts of warm cum erupted from his angry red tip, landing all over your face. most of it landed on your tongue, but quite a bit landed on your eyelids, nose, and cheeks as well. admiring his masterpiece with a darkened look in his eyes, heeseung spoke. “don't swallow… yet.”

he swiped the excess cum off your face with his finger, to the best of his abilities. “swallow.” he ordered, leaving no room for disobedience. he watched as you gulped, your subtle look of disgust going unnoticed. “open your mouth again,” he said, watching with a dark satisfaction, as you obeyed. he pushed his cum covered finger inside your mouth. “suck it, and swallow everything.”

you did just that, although you really wished you could spit it out instead. without him asking, you opened your mouth wide open, showing how you swallowed every drop. it was only then, that you dared to speak, your voice hoarse from his ministrations. “c-can we go now? i p-promise neither of us will tell anyone.”

at your question, he laughed. full on laughed. “‘leave’?” he echoed; as if it were some foreign language. he brought his hand that was holding the gun towards your face, before using it to tilt your chin up. “why do you want to leave so soon, baby? you need a reward first, don't you think so?”

you blinked confusedly. “a reward…?”

a smirk creeped up on his face. “why yes, a reward. you have been such a good girl for me, of course you need a reward! besides, it's only logical that i return the favour, isn't it?”

your eyes widened, as the realisation settled in. “oh, i-i don't think that's necessary–”

he subtly rolled his eyes, already sinking down on his knees in front of you. “of course it is necessary! can't just leave a girl hanging, you know?”

your eyes were wide with panic, looking at chaeyoung, as if expecting her to help—her own eyes were wide open, as she gulped inaudibly. at this point, she was simply grateful that the two of you were alive.

you squirmed, as heeseung placed the gun down beside him, giving chaeyoung a break. his hands moved up and down your legs, lifting your dress up, bunching it around your hips, leaving you squirming uncomfortably. “h-heeseung please, i r-really don't think this is necessary.”

his jaw clenched at your words, as he tightened grip on your legs. he forced his voice to be sickly sweet, as he spoke. “but that's the problem, isn't it? you women always think you know everything; whatever you decide is correct, is always correct. news flash darling—not everything is sunshine and rainbows. there are loads of things out of your control, things that you should simply relax and let others do for you. so shut up, and let me do what i want to, got it? or do you want me to blow chaeyoung’s brains out, since threatening you seems to be the only way you learn to listen?”

you gulped, tears stinging your eyes, as you met his hardened gaze. how long were you both going to be trapped here? how long before he finally got bored of these games and killed you both off? how long?

heeseung produced a knife from his pocket, your panic settling in again. you only calmed down—slightly—when you saw him use it to slowly tear through your panties, careful not to hurt you. although, the knife being so close to your skin scared you shitless anyways.

he sliced through them, the cold air coming in contact with your bare core, a shiver running through you. as he smirked at you, leaning closer to lick a stripe up your cunt, you suppressed a flinch. fuck, this was really happening.

you watched as he gathered a wad of saliva with his tongue, before spitting directly on your clit. you flinched slightly, which he took great delight in. heeseung watched his spit slowly drip down your pussy, causing him to be unable to resist temptation. he pushed his face towards your core, kissing it, before diving in. his tongue pushed deep inside you, something which unintentionally caused tingles of pleasure to run through you. you gasped loudly. “oh—god—wait, d-don't–”

your broken sounds only spurred him on more, as he dragged his tongue across your inner walls, his moan reverberating through your cunt. he licked at your walls, slurping up your juices, like a starving man. you tasted so fucking good, so much better than chaeyoung. but your squirming was pissing him off, his bruisingly tight grip on your thighs not being enough to keep you still.

even after digging his blunt nails into your thighs, you didn't stop the squirming—even though he knew you were loving it. especially given the way you kept letting out broken gasps and the way you pushed your absolutely delicious cunt further onto his face. it was really starting to piss him off.

he quite reluctantly pulled off to glare at you. “why is it so hard for you to sit still, hm? it's getting really fucking annoying, you know?”

you gulped, panting slightly. “i-i just—really want you to stop…”

he raised a brow, his expression otherwise blank. “oh really? because ‘it doesn't feel good’?”

you nodded quickly—a little too quickly. “y-yea! it f-feels weird—not good in the slightest.”

his jaw clenched—again. “well,” he gritted out. “in that case, i’ll have to try something else, don't you think so?”

you blinked, before furrowing your brows. “what–?”

he proceeded to pick up the gun from beside him, relishing in the way your eyes widened in horror. “if my mouth makes you feel so—uncomfortable, we will just need something else, hm? an object perhaps?”

your breathing grew shallow, as you realised where this was going. “n-no, please–”

he sneered at you. “too fucking late for that, princess.”

he pushed the barrel of the gun inside you slowly, watching as it slid in with ease, due to his previous ministrations. he ignored your sobs and cries to stop, relishing in the way your pussy sucked it right in. “sure you don't want this princess? your pussy disagrees with your mouth, you know?”

your head faced the ceiling, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip painfully, to conceal your whimpers. your eyes were screwed shut, praying that this was just a terrifying nightmare, one you hoped you would wake up quickly from. you swore you heard a whimper near you, which was probably one of utter horror, elicited by chaeyoung, since she was witnessing everything—but you didn't have time to worry about her anymore, since your own life was in a much graver situation.

you let out a whimper as heeseung pushed the barrel of the gun even deeper inside you, the disgusting squelching sound from your slick almost making you gag. why, just why did this situation have to happen with you of all people?

heeseung on the other hand, was enjoying himself. he pulled the barrel out slightly, before pushing it right back in. the sounds that your cunt produced were music to his ears, your whimpers of horror and choked sobs only fuelling his sick delight. he knew you liked it, even if it was only to a certain extent. why else would your cunt clench down on the gun enough to make it hard for him to pull it out? 

he made sure to voice out his exact thoughts to you. “such a slutty hole you have… don’t you, pretty girl? it will get wet for anything that is hard enough to stick inside it, won’t it?” he revelled in the particularly loud squelch that your pussy made, when he pushed the barrel in deeper. “ah… point proven.”

tears were streaming down your face at a fast, never ending pace, your face and neck burning up from a mix of emotions—fear, anger, humiliation—everything. even if you gave him his—his satisfaction, would it be enough to keep him satisfied for long enough? were you really going to die here? here? under these circumstances?

heeseung used his other hand to rub your clit, tired of your resistance. he rubbed dizzying circles around your hardened bundle with nerves, with deliberate slowness, the gesture teasing, with a hint of impatience. your breath hitched, giving him the incentive to continue his actions. he pinched your clit, drawing out a shocked gasp, before rubbing it harshly.

your head was spinning. with the gun still dangerously sliding in and out of you, and the added stimulation of your clit, it was hard to focus on anything. your head tipped back, and before you could control yourself, a moan slipped past. “h-heeseu—ah–”

you immediately bit your lip, your eyes widening, surprised by yourself. did you really just…?

heeseung on the other hand, was on cloud nine. he was both elated, yet shocked at the same time. with a nasty grin, and a crazed gleam in his eyes, he fastened the pace of the gun, pinching and flicking your bundle of nerves. “fuuuuck baby—do it again, c’mon—i knew you were a nasty little slut, just needed a little bit of… encouragement, isn’t that it? c’mon pretty, again–”

your eyes screwed shut, as you refused to let any sounds escape again, despite the very loud moan bubbling up in your throat. you tried to squeeze your legs shut, as his actions started to make you feel alarmingly good. for fuck’s sake, there was a goddamn gun inside you—how on earth were you liking this?!

heeseung caught on immediately, pushing your legs further apart, sliding the gun in and out of you at a ruthless pace, forcing another moan out of you. with how fast he was rubbing your clit, it was extremely hard to not moan—in fact, it was hard for you to even breathe, given how he was drawing out choked out moans from you at an almost inhuman pace.

he leaned down, replacing the thumb on your clit with his tongue, sucking on it harshly. you almost doubled over from the intense feeling, letting out a sharp cry. he bit down on your clit, the gun drawing out disgusting noises, as it dragged across your slimy walls, coated in your arousal. he flicked your clit with his tongue, enjoying the choked sob you let out.

your stomach started to tighten, the alarming realisation of your rapidly approaching orgasm alarming you. you tried to squeeze your legs shut, drawing out a groan of… pleasure, from heeseung. he sucked on your clit harder, rolling it around with his tongue. he paid no attention to what you were babbling about. “h-heeseung—hng!—stop—i- i can’t—ah–”

he flicked your clit again, before increasing the pace of his hand, the gun pounding into you with alarmingly deep strokes. he bit your bundle of nerves again—not too harshly, but enough to finally make the band in your stomach snap.

your vision went white, your ears ringing loudly, as your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami. clear liquid sprayed out of your cunt, coating the lower half of heeseung’s face and his hand with your squirt. he was quick to try his best and lick up every drop, before looking up at you; his eyes dark, a predatory smirk on his face.

as you came down from your high, you locked eyes with him, immediately understanding what had just happened. red hot shame washed over you, covering you like a blanket of fire. it creeped up your neck and face, making you want to crawl into a hole and never see the light of the day again.

“well…” heeseung said, sliding the gun out of your sensitive pussy, your face scrunching from the sound of your wetness. “there is absolutely no way you can deny not liking this now—any of this. you’re enjoying this a lot more than you’re letting on darling, and this proved just that.”

you pant, trying to catch your breath. you suddenly remembered about chaeyoung—fuck. she watched all of it. well—there was nothing you could do. heeseung is… insane, that bit was for sure. this was all technically her fault. if only she didn’t approach him that night, all of this wouldn’t have happened. you wouldn’t have been the one to suffer.

were you feeling bitter? yes, extremely so. after all, why wouldn’t you? chaeyoung was a pawn in heeseung’s sick and twisted game to attain you for some weird reason, which could have all been avoided if it wasn’t for her thirsty ass that fell for a random guy that smirked at her in some bar one day. her lack of self control caused this, so yes, excuse you for feeling bitter and resenting your oh-so-beloved best friend.

suddenly, as if heeseung hadn't yet reached the height of insanity, he brought the barrel of the gun towards his mouth. he locked eyes with you, relishing in the way your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear, before engulfing the barrel with his lips. still maintaining eye contact with you, he sucked the barrel of the gun, licking off your juices.

your breath hitched, as you gulped. what the actual fuck was wrong with him?

you watched as he took the gun out of his mouth with a pop, setting it aside. he got up, his dick on full display, already rock hard, with precum dribbling out of it. he untied your hands, but gave you no chance to move them, before producing a pair of handcuffs from his discarded pants. he used them to bind your hands together, before untying your legs.

once you were free to move from the chair, he dragged you off it, before shoving you down on the ground, face first. you landed with an uncomfortable thud, almost falling on your face because of your dress. you managed to balance yourself on your hands, trying your best to steady yourself.

before you could do much, heeseung was grabbing you again, manhandling you, so that you now faced in chaeyoung's direction. he went over to her—ignoring her sobs—turning her chair to make her face you directly. you gulped, tears streaming down you face again as you both locked eyes. silent apologies were exchanged between you both, the fear of heeseung’s newfound crazy side terrifying you both to death.

your heart raced against your chest, as you watched heeseung pick up the gun again. he got behind you, as you heard his knees hit the ground—presumably from kneeling down. all the colour vanished from your face, your blood running cold. was he seriously going to–

you didn't have to wonder for too long, your fears getting confirmed, as he lifted up your dress unceremoniously, bunching it up on your lower back. you squeezed your eyes shut, a whimper of utter humiliation leaving you, as he squeezed your ass cheeks. he slapped them, watching them jiggle, before continuing to rub and squeeze them. it was then that you made a promise to yourself: if you made it out of there—alive—you were going to make sure he rotted in jail for the rest of his life.

you felt his hand graze against your wet and still sensitive cunt, a shiver running down your spine. he noticed it immediately, giving your pussy a slap. your eyes widened in shock, a loud gasp leaving you. his grip on your ass cheeks tightened. “you know…” he leaned down, his torso pressing against your back, his lips close to your ear. “you looked so, so cute squirting over that gun—even after pretending that you hated every second of it. think you can do it again? on my cock this time?”

your eyes widened, as you stared down at the ground in a mixture of shock and disgust. “heeseung,” you spoke, your voice shaky. “i-i think this has gone too far already–”

he pinched your clit harshly, making you cry out in pain. “shut the fuck up. i don't remember asking you whether it has gone ‘too far’ or not. was the question really that hard for your pea sized brain to comprehend?”

he grabbed the knife from the pocket of his discarded jeans, barely giving you any time to react, as he cut open your dress—leaving you bare to his eyes. he groped your tits with one hand, keeping the knife away again. he twisted your nipple, smirking when you let out a whimper of pain. “perhaps you can't answer such simple questions. must be too hard for you to understand, aren't they?”

his mocking tone made your face and neck burn with humiliation—along with the fact that chaeyoung was witnessing all of it. her boyfriend of one year forcing himself upon her best friend. you didn't know who to feel more sorry for—yourself, or for her.

with another pinch on your nipple, this time harder than before, heeseung drew your attention back to him. “maybe i should stop asking questions and just get on with it. you would like that, wouldn't you? oh, my bad, forgot sluts can't comprehend basic questions.”

without another word, he plunged two fingers right into your—to your utter horror—dripping hole, dragging them across your inner walls. you suppressed a whimper, as he began scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching out your already stretched and very sensitive cunt.

you screwed your eyes shut, your forehead touching the ground—floor, your teeth painfully biting down on your bottom lip. you hated how he dragged you both here, hated what he was doing to you, hated that he made chaeyoung watch—you despise his very existence. unfortunately, seething in your mind did nothing to improve the situation. in fact, it only continued to lower your morale.

heeeseung rubbed slow circles around your hardened bundle of nerves, trying to evoke any kind of sound from you—nothing. you were being stubborn, refusing to give in. well—fine by him. he could always catch you by surprise. which, given the current situation, was something he had been doing this whole day.

he pulled you closer by your hips, your knees scraping the ground slightly in process, a pained noise of protest eliciting from you. but that wasn’t even the actual surprise. your breath hitched, your heartbeat running wild, as you felt his tip sliding through your wetness, collecting your slick. this was really happening.

knowing it was bound to happen—dreading it—didn’t really make it easier. if you had known that chaeyoung going to the bar a year ago would have landed you in this position, you would have never let her go. this—this was worse than anything else that could have possibly happened.

you felt him start to slowly push in—a slightly difficult feat, since you were doing your best to resist—but your cunt was doing the opposite. his grip on your hips tightened. “c’mon pretty,” he pushed in another inch. “just let me in, yeah? don’t—fuck—don’t be such an uncooperative little bitch.”

he pushed all the way in with a grunt, your pained whimper accompanying it. “fuuuuckkk,” he groaned in satisfaction, enjoying the way your core pulsed around him. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

heeseung didn’t really wait for an answer—he knew he wasn’t going to get one from you anyways. he slid almost completely out, before slamming back in, letting out a loud groan of satisfaction at the wet squelching noise. noticing that you were struggling to hold yourself up, he let out a snicker, before yanking your body upwards slightly. he balanced himself on his knees, setting a slow, yet satisfactory enough pace for himself. he squeezed your tit with one hand, before yanking on your chin, making you face chaeyoung again. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “look at her,” the small sob you let out had him thrust into you at a particularly harsh pace. “doesn’t she look lonely there? such a shame, this was all your fault after all. if only you noticed me back in school.”

he slammed himself into you, tip kissing your cervix, his pelvis hitting your ass. he reveled in the way it bounced with every thrust, his hands never stopping their wandering, groping and squeezing every bit of flesh he could reach. the look in chaeyoung’s eyes made you wonder if cooperating with him in the first place was the right decision. wasn’t dying better than this torture that he was putting you both through currently?

fisting your hair, he yanked your head back, slamming his mouth onto yours. he practically devoured your lips, barely giving you a chance to breathe. it was as if he was quite literally trying to steal your breath. biting down on your lip, he fastened his pace, each thrust forcefully eliciting loud gasps and whimpers from you, sounds that he gladly swallowed. “keep making those pretty sounds for me baby, it’s only making me want to continue to ruin you.”

a fresh batch of tears rolled down your eyes, as his hand snaked down to rub your clit. more moans of his name spilled out of your mouth—telling him to stop—but they only served to encourage him further.

detaching his mouth from yours, he put his hand on your back, pushing it into an arch, as he continued to pound into you. you could see stars at the back of your eyes, unwanted pleasure starting to cloud your senses. holy fuck—this wasn't supposed to feel good. but it did. it felt so fucking good.

you could feel every single vein of his dragging across your inner walls, cock curving into you and hitting all the right spots. it felt good—he felt good. dizzyingly good.

you didn't even realise when you let out a broken moan of his name, pure unadulterated pleasure laced in your voice. “hee—ahh—seung–”

the effect, however, was immediate. his hips slowed down, before he completely stilled inside you. when he spoke, his voice was soft, sounding like a dangerous whisper. “what was that?”

you didn't really hear his question, too focused on the way the pleasure was suddenly gone. you wiggled your hips, trying to get it back. it was as if you were drunk; completely delirious of your surroundings. he gripped your hips to still you, repeating his question. “i said, what was that?”

you barely registered his words, opting to just say his name. “h-heeseung?”

“fuck.”

with a loud groan, he pulled almost completely out, before slamming back in, his pace brutally fast now. the grip he had on your hips was sure to bruise later on. the fast pace had his balls slapping against your clit continuously, the motion only serving to pull more sounds of unadulterated pleasure from you. it was sickening, the way your body was starting to like this, the rational part of your brain completely ignoring chaeyoung’s existence.

it wasn't that any of it mattered to him. all that did matter to heeseung was you, and right now you were doing more than okay. chaeyoung was a… casualty in his quest to obtain you. a quest that obviously was—to his utter delight—very much successful.

you didn’t know how long he had been going at it, you just knew it had been long enough. the tingling in your clit was driving you insane; your release so close—yet so far.

heeseung was seemingly holding out. it was as if he was afraid of this to end, in a way. afraid that maybe all of it is just a dream—you’re not really here. none of this is actually real.

fortunately for him, everything was very much real. it was all happening. you were really in his grasp, he was really fucking you, while chaeyoung was being forced to watch. along with the fact that you were liking it. enjoying it. that was real too.

perhaps he had enough of playing around. or maybe he just remembered his previous wish—was it even a wish?—of wanting to see you squirt on his cock. but either way, he suddenly did a three sixty. or one eighty. whichever would be more accurate in describing his current mood, as he harshly pinched your clit.

you let out a sharp gasp, an incredulous “heeseung—!” leaving you. but he ignored it, opting to flick your hardened nub, rubbing torturous circles around it. he has to see you squirt on his cock, he knows you can do it—he can make you do it.

your gasps soon turn into moans, which encourage him to continue. his actions were driving you to your breaking point, that much was clear from your reactions. the way you were clenching around his cock, making it harder for him to continue to thrust into you? so fucking delicious.

perhaps he should have done this sooner. you know, this whole kidnapping thing. you could have been his a lot earlier then. but then again, patience is the key. this was the best chance he has ever gotten, it was only logical for him to pull such a stunt today. besides, good things take time to acquire. and you, are the best fucking thing to ever exist.

the band in your stomach continued to grow tighter and tighter and tighter, to a point that it physically hurt. so you did the logical thing, and told him—all the while tears slipped past uncontrollably from the pain. “h-heeseung—please, it hurts, i can’t–”

but he shut you up immediately, rubbing your clit at a harsher pace. “yes, yes you can, you’re so fucking close, c’mon–”

the pressure in your stomach was insane, so was the pressure on your clit. the pace of heeseung’s thrusts was bordering maniac, that’s how fast he was going. it was a mix of pain and pleasure, your brain fogging up, vision going foggy.

heeseung’s hand was starting to tire, but he doubled his pace, desperate to see you squirt again. “please please please–” he chanted, like a mantra. you were so fucking close, damn it–

then it happened. your vision went white, shapes visible in the back of your eyes. white noise ringing in your ears. your back arched almost uncomfortably, as you let out a loud cry. your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, your squirt spraying all over his lower abdomen, wetting his shirt. it kept spraying, coating his cock, as he plunged in and out of you at an insane pace, making you ride out your orgasm.

as your vision slowly swam back, you felt him pull your hips back one last time, burying himself to the hilt, before ropes of warm cum spurted out of his tip. it coated your inner walls in white, as he let out a satisfied groan. he slowly pulled out his softening length, reveling in the way his cum dripped out of you.

you collapsed to the floor, close to passing out. you were sore, so fucking sore. heeseung felt the tiniest bit of pity for you, but he could take care of you later. right now, he has something else to take care of.

he slowly pulled you up, making you sit in his lap, facing the front. he forced you to open your eyes, and face chaeyoung. your eyes widened slightly, regret and guilt starting to hit you. you had almost forgotten that she was still there. you could barely meet her eyes from shame, not wanting to look at her expression of hurt, or her dried tears.

but heeseung wasn’t having any of it. he made you face her, properly. your breath hitched, feeling the gun touching your chin. “look at her properly darling,” his voice was husky, and creepy. something about his tone didn’t make you feel very good about whatever was about to come out of his mouth next. turns out, you were right to be scared.

“because this will be the last time you ever do.”

before you even had time to process his words, a loud ‘bang!’ rang out through the basement, making you flinch. as you opened your eyes, disbelief and horror was etched upon your features.

surely—surely that wasn’t chaeyoung slumped over in that chair? blood dripping from her head. surely? she was—she was just alive! it can’t be—it simply couldn’t be–

but you didn’t even have time to process that, as you felt a sharp pain on your neck, before everything started to go black. you hadn’t noticed when heeseung had produced a syringe from his jeans’ pocket, just like you didn’t notice him picking up that gun. the same gun that ended chaeyoung’s life.

when you woke up, you were dressed in clothes that you didn’t recognise. but they were larger than you, so you guessed they belonged to heeseung. your left hand was tied to the bedpost with handcuffs, the rest of your body free to move—even if it wasn’t exactly freedom. the room you were in was… dingy, and quite small, with just one window and a singular cabinet on the other side of the room. there was a nightstand with an untouched glass of water on it—but you wouldn’t dare drink from it.

as you slowly sat up, you folded your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. you stared at the wall—and everything started rushing into your mind at once in a huddled mess. chaeyoung and heeseung’s anniversary lunch, chaeyoung’s absence from her own anniversary lunch, the kidnapping, chaeyoung’s death–

oh.

oh.

chaeyoung was dead.

when the tears came, it was as if a dam broke. the tears flowed and flowed, with no signs of stopping. you didn’t want to cry. what was the use of crying? would these tears bring her back? it wouldn’t. nothing would. she was gone. your best friend of almost two decades—gone. poof. just like that.

all because of some maniac, who didn’t care for anyone. a jerk, a disgusting psychopath, who doesn’t realise that human’s lives aren’t dispensable to his will.

in the middle of your wallowing, you heard the door open. you picked up your head, your vision blurry from crying. you squint your eyes, seeing heeseung enter the room with a tray, filled with a bowl of cut fruit. he placed the fruit near the end of the bed, sitting down, maintaining some distance between you both. he knew you didn’t want him near you right now, given his previous actions, but you would warm up to him soon enough. you had to. this was your new life.

he tilted his head, noticing the glass of water still untouched on the nightstand. he raised a brow at you. “you’re not thirsty?”

you glared at him, shaking your head, despite being absolutely parched. he sighed at your defiance, saying nothing. he got up, went around the bed, towards the nightstand. picking up the glass, he sat close to you, grabbing your jaw in his other hand. “drink up, c’mon. don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

as he brought the glass near your mouth, you pressed your lips into a thin line, before smacking the glass out of his hands with your free one. he watched as the glass shattered into a million pieces on the floor, an unreadable expression on his face.

his silence suffocated you. you were already regretting your decision. why did you always have to act in such a brash manner?

he turned his face towards you again. as he brought his hand up, you flinched, screwing your eyes shut. you felt his hand caress your cheek, leading you to open your eyes. his face was expressionless, even when he spoke. “don’t be mad at me because of chaeyoung. it was bound to happen anyways. she was a hindrance in our story, don’t you see? she would have taken you away from me if i didn’t kill her. don’t hate me because of her.”

your hand twitches, and so does your eye. you wanted to strangle him. calling chaeyoung a hindrance?! oh, he was so dead. as soon as you escape this hell hole, you were going to make sure you personally hunted his sorry ass down and gave him a death far more slow and torturous than the one he gave to chaeyoung. he was going to pay. you were going to make sure of that.

you stayed silent, simply glaring at him. you were currently at a disadvantage, so you couldn’t really do anything, except for waiting. so that’s what you were gonna do. wait.

sensing that you weren’t going to say anything, he kisses your forehead—to which you have to stop yourself from slapping him—before getting off the bed and making his way to the door. right before going out, he turned around. “don’t forget to eat the fruit, or you will grow weaker than you already are.”

he shut the door, finally leaving. you breathed a sigh of relief. finally. you were alone again. you could continue to wallow in self pity now. you didn’t plan on eating anything, since you didn’t trust him.

you laid down, looking at the ceiling. how long were you going to be trapped here? would you ever be able to get out? right now, there didn’t seem to be any hope of escaping, but perhaps in the near future…

a wave of sleepiness washed over you. you were tired, so, so tired. maybe sleeping would be good for now. yes, you should get some rest.

when you woke up, it was dark. confused, you blearily sat up, blinking at your surroundings. why were you suddenly up?

then you heard it. the gun shots. they rang loud and clear, yellings of ‘get down!’ and ‘surrender now!’ rang through the place. a flash of hope rose in you. was it the police…?

suddenly, the door to your room banged open. two female police officers entered the room, pointing the gun around the room. upon realising that there was no one else other than you, one of them quickly broke the handcuffs as best as she could, as the other frantically checked upon you. “ma’am are you okay? did he hurt you?” she kept throwing questions at you, as you assured her that you were fine—as fine as a person could be, after the kind of hell heeseung put you through.

they wrapped a coat around you, before bringing you downstairs. it was a dingy two storey house in some shady part of the town, apparently, according to what they told you. they told you that they got a tip about a kidnapping from an anonymous source, which, from your deduction, was probably that waitress from the restaurant. although you could be wrong, of course.

downstairs, you saw heeseung with a busted lip, hands restrained with handcuffs behind his back, two police officers assisting him to the car. when his gaze landed on you, he spoke with a bone chilling smirk. “don’t worry darling. they won’t be able to keep us away from each other for too long. i’ll come back for you, i promise.”

the policemen scoffed at him, rudely pushing him forward. although his words scared you, you trusted the police to do their job. as you were guided out of the dingy house, you suddenly remember chaeyoung. you informed the police of her, causing them to share a look. they led you to the car, four of them staying back, to look for her—her body.

two months had passed since that incident. a trial was held for heeseung, which almost immediately declared him to be ‘guilty’, due to the presence of overwhelming evidence. he was charged with a lot of things, things which you both knew, and didn’t know of. either way, he got what he deserved. a lifetime in jail.

it was finally time for chaeyoung’s funeral. her family and you wanted to wait until heeseung got what he deserved, and now that he was finally behind bars, it was time to say goodbye to chaeyoung. for the last time.

as the coffin was lowered down, you said your final goodbyes. you never imagined this day would come, at least not this soon. but it was here. life was unexpected and cruel, that’s what you had learnt in the past two months. but it has to go on. you couldn’t let events—no matter how unfortunate they are—hold you back. so you wiped your tears, leaving the grounds quietly.

as you sat inside your car, your phone rang with a ‘ding!’. it was a notification. a message, from an unknown number. you frowned, clicking on it. the contents had the blood from your face draining. your hands shook, as the phone fell out of your grasp.

“black suits you. but red looks the best on you, don’t you think so?”

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pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. the youngest leclerc was known to be an outgoing, extroverted menace, but suddenly when she meets the new mclaren driver, she does something she never does — gets embarrassing.

notes. a fair warning for the google translated french.im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 its my first time doing something like this and i really hope u like it :3 ALSO??? OSCAR WIN IN BAKU WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THE OVERTAKE?? THE DEFENDING?? a great day for piastrination!!!!! (can you tell i totally dig x leclerc!reader??) send requests for more smaus pls :)

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yourusername spreading the rbr agenda on the streets of kyoto, because your girl finally graduated journalism and engineering with honours!

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arthur_leclerc charles just saw the jacket and had an aneurysm LMAO

user1 someone check on leclerc pls

charles_leclerc cant believe my OWN baby sister wears that in public

yourusername ill take it off once ferrari releases their own energy drink 👍

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual ❤️

yourusername please dump my brother and date me instead

yourusername please i beg you

yourusername JUST ONE CHANCE 😭😭😣😣😣😭😭

user2 yn is one of us

maxverstappen1 looking good in blue! 💙

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yourbff girl land that job or you gon go broke soon with that red bull addiction 👎👎👎

user3 atp yn is sponsoring the team 😭

yourbff you bet she is, girl

user4 double major in such different things pop off queen

user5 need to see her in paddock cos i know the girl is bout to argue with ferrari engineers

yourusername bin*tto left ferrari cos he knew i would drag him down 😁😁😁

user6 love how we had to go thru the 2023 drought without the baby leclerc and now shes baaaack

user7 fr i missed the times when ferrari wasnt the only thing making charles miserable

user7 congratulations on graduating queen!!!! cant wait for the new vid or to see u at one of the races 🥺

user8 im sorry im really new to f1 stuff who is she and why are the drivers here? 😭

user9 this is charlies sister yn!! but she has her youtube channel where she used to post a lot of diff stuff! shes been living in japan for the past four years of her undergrad degrees but due to the workload she had a hiatus for a year 💔💔 u should check out her channel its so cool

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arthur_leclerc good day in monaco today, changing professions to a photographer rn, what u think of that?

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user10 arthur you had one job to bring your sister to paddock…

user11 its just friday girl calm down

yourusername please restrain yourself from posting pictures of that ugly face you see in the mirror

yourusername …WHO IS IN THE SECOND SLIDE

yourusername ARTHUR ANSWER ME

yourusername my ovaries are quacking rn ARTHUR ANSWER ME

user12 not yn simping over oscar AND calling arthur ugly 😭😭😭

user13 shes so me tbh

charles_leclerc such a handsome man on the third slide 🔥🔥🔥

olliebearman why is yn tweaking like that 😭

yourusername cos he’s so pretty

oscarpiastri you were supposed to send me the picture not POST IT

user14 this is the guy yourusername 🔥‼️‼️

yourusername omg hes SO gorgeous

oscarpiastri thank you…?

arthur_leclerc yourusername please stop embarrassing the family name

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yourusername a quick pit stop in paris before the monaco course is broken!!!!!! (source: trust me bro 🙂‍↕️) drinking for my pookie dookiest brother to secure that pole and p1 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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yourusername dont let the caption fool you, i am NOT stopping drinking vodka red bull to make sure rbr doesn’t lose their biggest sponsor (me)

maxverstappen1 ty for your service 🫡🫡

yourusername no prob pookie, lecfosi by association but a red bull girlie at heart 😌😌

yourusername big thanks to the autocorrect ❤️❤️❤️ youre the real one babe 🔥🔥🔥

user15 wait till she realises oscar is in the likes…

user16 ohh the girl is gonna be so messy 😭😭😭

user16 im all for it tho 🔥

lilymhe WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

alexandrasaintmleux face card is never denied!

user17 oscar in the likes 🥹🥹

yourusername WHO IS IN THE LIKES??????

yourusername NOO OH MY GOD HES HERE

yourusername HI YOURE SUPER CUTE oscarpiastri

user18 SHE TAGGED HIM LOL

user19 she really want that dick…

yourusername i just think hes cute that is NOT a crime

oscarpiastri i think you’re really cute too :)

yourusername HXJSKSJJDBDJSJS

yourusername sorry a red bull ran across my screen 😭

arthur_leclerc yourbff please tell her she’s not as slick as she thinks she is

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user20 what do you expect 😭😭 she probably partied all night before getting to monaco

user21 LMAOO RIGHT??? but if you watched her vids you know that the girl LOVES an opportunity for a party

user22 yn stronger than me because i’d kiss him on the spot

user23 alr weirdo… they JUST met

user24 he is probably weirded out like imagine meeting a girl who SIMPS over you in the insta comments… she needs to chill

user25 he won’t pick you 👎👎

user26 gtfo if he was weirded out he wouldnt be in the likes of her post or sayin he thinks shes cute lol

user27 the real gentleman out there 🥹🥹

user28 i need them together asap

user29 super delulu but i totally dig the golden retriever gf x polite black cat bf

user30 OMGGG I TOTALLY SEE THE VISION

user31 pls they just met and he was just being polite 👎 stop trying to get into their lives

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yourusername HE DID IT!!!! I TOLD YALL THAT HE WOULD DO IT!!! MY BROTHER WINS IN MONACO. DONT HIT US UP FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO!!! ITS CELEBRATION TIME!!!! aussi, charlie, il n'y a pas beaucoup de mots capables d'exprimer à quel point je suis fier de toi. vous l'avez fait et personne ne peut vous l'enlever.

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priniya translation! also, charlie — there isn’t an amount of words able to express how proud i am of you. you did it and no one can take it away from you.

user32 girlie might tell everyone she’s a red bull girl, but like the king sebastian once said, everyone is a ferrari fan even when they say they’re not or something like that 🔥🔥🔥

user33 CONGRATULATIONS CHARLES!!! FINALLY WON!!!

carlossainz55 ay cropped my ‘carlos p3’ out 😖😖

yourusername this is a celebration post for my pookiest brother you are IRRELEVANT rn

carlossainz55 that was harsh

yourusername win YOUR home race and i’ll post one 4 u 👍👍

charles_leclerc je t’aime mon lutin ❤️

yourusername je t’aime mon coco 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri congratulations to the man of the day, such an honour to stand next to you on the podium xx

arthur_leclerc man you gotta stop commenting on her posts, she’s going insane rn

oscarpiastri i’m sorry…?

yourusername NO DONT BE SORRY DONT LISTEN TO HIM IM COMPLETELY SANE

yourusername oscarpiastri please keep interacting with me i’m gonna die if you listen to arthur

oscarpiastri i guess i gotta text you now and then to make sure you don’t die

yourusername please do that

user34 do they know we can see that??

user35 idc im eating this up

user36 oscaryn truthers rise and shine

user37 atp i cant tell if hes interested or if hes doing that for his own entertainment

user38 probably both

user39 i LOVE how a celebration post for charles turned into an opportunity to flirt with oscar 😭😭

user40 she is NOT stronger than me because if i had a chance i’d took it

user41 setting her priorities straight

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oscarpiastri a quick but very much needed pit stop before zandvoort

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user42 someone check on yn ASAP

user43 yn one of us once again because we couldn’t bag oscar either 😭

user44 can yall stop talking abt that girl FOR ONCE no one gaf

landonorris looking good mate

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yourusername pls tell me you found more of these beautiful seashells and brought some back for me

oscarpiastri we did actually! y immediately thought abt you and picked the pretty ones

yourusername GOD. i love her give her a big hug from me

oscarpiastri will do maam 🫡🫡

user45 so it’s not yn in the pics?? NOOOOO

user46 my life is ruined rn

user47 throwing oscaryn into a memory box because oscar and his gf looks really cute together

charles_leclerc hope you had a great summer mate

oscarpiastri the best 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user48 what if they r just trolling us because this caption looks really similar to the one yn posted before monaco???

user49 OMGGG YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user50 hopefully on the way to the psych ward because this is some delulu shit

user51 soft launch over the summer 🥹🥹 hes so cute

user52 whoever his girl is, i just hope they’re happy and yall should too!

yourusername also plsplspls can y send me the id to the top?? it looks so cute from the back

user53 girl he wont choose you stop trying so hard 😭😭

user54 they can be friends ? lol

user55 does someone knows who the girl is???? i need to know its not yn 😭😭

user56 georgerussell63 tell us what you know 🫵🫵

georgerussell63 🤐🤐🤐

alex_albon he’s actually crying and gritting his teeth because he’d LOVE to tell

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gossipracegirl a rumour has it that a driver for formula one with a number eighty one was seen getting cozy with one of his on-track rival’s little sister, while in a relationship. was it a drunken mistake or was it all planned?

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user58 something is really wrong with leclercs one is a homie hopper and second is a homewrecker LOL

user59 shouldve happened in monaco so the people could get detained for invading their priacy like wtf WHO CARES

user60 all she do is bring bad pr to oscar BOO👎👎👎

user61 nooo oscar pookie you were supposed to be free from drama 😭😭

user62 gr63 in the likes LMAOO

user63 not yn being a homewrecker girl i liked u sm 😭😭

user64 yall acting like she’s in the wrong ? it gotta be consensual if they looked that chill n happy

user65 no wonder why yn has been streaming olivia rodrigo RELIGIOUSLY

user66 isnt that some type of incest atp?

user67 LMAOO imagine making out with your brother’s adopted son

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yourusername YALL THOUGHT. it was me all along :P i was giggling n kicking my feet pretending i know osco’s gf while it was ME. summer break vlog with osco coming up sooner than u think so please stop calling me a homewrecker 😖😖😖

also, girls don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, being yourself is what gets you an amazing guy even if your brother thinks youre embarrassing <3

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georgerussell63 ty for not SLACKING OFF anymore i barely could hold it inside 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

yourusername you told HALF the grid be for real brother you DID NOT hold it inside

fransisca.gomes no way oscar bagged you before i could 😭😭😭😭

yourusername i’m always gonna be yours kiks no one could take you away from me <3

francisca.gomes <3

pierregasly really thought getting u a bf would mean you leave MY girl alone

yourusername thinking is not your best thing, stick to racing

user68 shit user48 YOU WERE RIGHT

user48 NEVER DOUBT ME BITCHES

user69 this text?? oh he is down bad for you girl

user70 i need all of those bitches who called yn a homewrecker to APOLOGISE like rn

oscarpiastri thank you for letting me be a part of your life like this

user71 i know the girl is GIGGLING rn

yourusername thank YOU for making a part of YOUR life

user72 get yourself a man who THANKS you for being with you

user73 oscar piastri is the MAN

user74 osco 🥹🥹

user75 theyre the cutest your honour

arthur_leclerc cant believe you two are actually together

arthur_leclerc what is WRONG with you oscarpiastri

user76 SO OPPOSITES DOES ATTRACT

charles_leclerc i feel like i should tear those adoption papers apart no?

user77 nicole and pascale in the likes omg the moms r proud 🥹

hattiepiastri i miss youuuu come back to aus soon

yourusername I MISS YOU TOO 😭😭 i’ll be back soon!!

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lilymhe double date when?

yourusername mark your calendar, we’ll be there 🫶

user78 does it mean we lose our favorite rbr girlie? 😭😭😭😖😖

user79 mclaren YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM US 🫵

yourusername i am NOT wearing that ugly orange for a MAN (even if hes super gorgeous and sweet)

mclaren ☹️☹️☹️

landonorris it’s papaya

yourusername “it’s papaya” ☝️🤓

landonorris oscarpiastri please break up with her or you’re gonna be paying for my therapy

oscarpiastri send the bill mate, i’m in for the longest ride possible here