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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 hours ago

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i've realized recently that the source of my frustration with malleus (and i do like him) comes from the story not acknowledging the responsibility he has for his own level of isolation. it's like that story of a dog sitting in a cage although it's finally been opened, not leaving because the cage is all he knows (which is prominent in other stories as well; trauma shapes us. i those stories tho we are shown explicitly that the actions of the characters are wrong: riddle shouldn't be emulating his mother, idia should try to go on living despite the loss). with malleus though we have the story explain to us that his cage is a super special one, which is why he can't get out (which is also true for jamil-kalim, for instance, but they are both encouraged to process their cirumstances emotionally, even if they can't change them practically). and like. that's not entirely true? obviously malleus is under a lot of stress due to having to monitor his emotions and his royal status, but it's not the whole issue (at least imo). throughout the majority of vignettes and early main story content he actively engages in anti-socializing behavior (disappearing on people, not taking them seriously enough, not putting in enough effort into understanding them), so then seeing him be so upset not to be invited... feels strange? why is he expecting others to recognize his loneliness and keep reaching out to him when he isn't reciprocal?

and in itself i don't think it's a problem either. i do think this kind of behavior is typical for some people and i partially empathize with it as well. the problem is that the story treats him as being right instead of showing how his trauma impacted his way of thinking, leading to him making the wrong choices. clearly recognizing since childhood that you are a danger to others while also being brought up as "the chosen one", the only living relative of the ancient and powerful family, has some impact on the conceptualization of the world and others in it as different from you, weaker, not to be trusted and sometimes not to be understood. malleus has a very good reason to think of others as below him: in magical strength they are. it explains his thinking, but it shouldn't excuse it.

so i really wish there was at least some story bit showing malleus actively reaching out (how idia's ceremonial robes shows his attempts and how his mode of thinking prevents him from successfully connecting with others despite his efforts) and failing to do so successfully due to his own mechanisms rather than the comedic "woe is me" bit it often evolves into. i feel like his inability to understand technology (particularly the phone: complex, multi-purpose, neither durable nor stationary) can be seen as the metaphor for him not understanding people: rather than appreciate the things it allows him to do, malleus constantly bemoans how fragile and therefore useless it is, even though we know he can use technical appliances as long as they are straightforward enough and can take care of his gao-gao kun as long as he cares to see it as important enough, given to him by his (almost) equal. and so i wish the story highlighted that it's his responsibility, not the phone's to figure it out.

being "the chosen one" is difficult and isolating, but at a certain point you HAVE to try to leave the cage on your own. you can't be staring out the window longingly for the rest of your life.

sorry for jumbled sentences; i struggle to word this thought better, but i wanted to share it with you regardless, because i find that you are neither needlessly negative nor forgivingly positive in your outlook on the treatment of the characters in twst.

[This ask sort of goes along with my “Why I don’t like Lilia anymore” response!]

Thank you for your feedback and expressing your (very detailed) thoughts ^^ I've previously expressed similar frustrations with Malleus doing little to help his own situation.

I understand that Malleus has had a lonely upbringing (and honestly his behavior has been largely enabled by his caretakers and handlers), which would come to socially stunt him. His immense power and frightening reputation certainly doesn't help his situation either. Malleus being twisted from THE Maleficent explains the running "joke" of him always being left out of group gatherings. A lot of this is learned helplessness. Learned helplessness can quickly devolve into willful ignorance. It eventually gets to a point where it feels unrealistic and grating. This is especially because the narrative tends to frame Malleus's loneliness as purely the fault of others and their inability to understand him... even though I think it makes complete sense that others would not like him??

These people have no understanding of who Malleus is (beyond the name and title) or of his background. From their perspective, all they see is someone who constantly ghosts them, dismisses them, and doesn't reach out to connect despite their own multiple attempts to do so. They email him, send letters, visit him, conduct group searches, etc. all in an effort to fetch him. "What are we supposed to do," Azul questions, "begin every meeting by searching for Malleus? This is HIS problem."

Malleus gets defensive and deflects when Lilia calls him out for using excuses for not being at dorm leader meetings. "Are you questioning my intentions? You of all people? Humans often fear us creatures of the night. Many avoid our company out of sheer fright. It was you and Grandmother who taught me that. And you were both right. It's not my fault I don't attend such gatherings. The humans who fear me for no good reason are to blame." Though Lilia chastises Malleus for this way of thinking, the narrative will ironically go on to almost weaponize Malleus's loneliness as a means of making everyone else around him look as though they're lacking empathy when Malleus shares a fair bit of the responsibility for continuing to not respect his peers' time. Why are his peers not granted the same amount of leniency as Malleus is? It seems grossly unfair. It's always Malleus's classmates who are putting forth the emotional effort and labor to contact him, but almost never the other way around. The onus is, for some reason, always on them and never on him 😭 even when he must be aware this is a repeated issue??

On the rare occasion where Malleus is proactive, he turns others off by making arrogant comments and/or refusing to truly take the human perspective to heart. Malleus is putting forth little to no effort to resolve his own social conflicts with others, which only further perpetuates the problems and misunderstandings. I'm not saying that this is easy or that it should be easy for him, but the fact of the matter is that Malleus is granted several opportunities to engage with his peers, yet he squanders most of them, even when he is provided advice + wisdom from Lilia and corrections from his classmates.

Those that shun Malleus are frequently treated as though they are in the wrong for their perspective, and that’s so frustrating. The game never outright says “X is a bad person for being afraid of Malleus or getting upset at him for showing up late!” But it’s pretty clear how Twst wants us to perceive them from how often they explain away or justify every instance of Malleus failing to socialize. He has a messed up sense of time, everyone is so scared of him, he doesn’t want to break invitation etiquette, etc. These all feel concocted to make us feel bad for Malleus and want to take his side. I really dislike that so much of his appeal rides on these “woe is me” tactics.

Not once does the narrative suggest that others are correct for feeling anything negative towards him or even slighted by the inconveniences he causes. It’s in Malleus’s favor, forever painting him as “just misunderstood”. Malleus is frequently depicted as a victim of circumstances, and presented as someone we (the players) should pity and want to uplift because "no one else sees him like we do". He is left stunted and his loneliness is retooled to be a "moe" trait to the players, or used as a punchline to a joke. I honestly think this is the main issue with Malleus's character writing: he's not ALLOWED to seriously be held accountable for anything he says or does because 1) his character development has to be held off on until book 7 and 2) he has to be kept as the player’s “special friend”, therefore few of his other classmates can change him or get to know him intimately. And Malleus’s Very Real Issues are often relegated to a “haha isn’t he so cute and pouty?” or “oh no, he’s ANGY” moment in order to endear him to the player. His writing constantly feels like it is struggling to balance actually making sense and making him silly just for the sake of appeasing the audience. This is endlessly frustrating, and not even the only instance where Twst does this. (Another example is how Silver’s legitimate health condition is marketed as part of his appeal.)

One moment that really rubbed me the wrong way was at the end of book 7, when Lilia… apologized to Malleus for not realizing Malleus was lonely???? I was so shocked when Lilia dropped that line. It shouldn’t be anyone else’s responsibility to read Malleus’s mind, especially when be fails to properly communicate his thoughts. Maybe Lilia feels responsible for him, or maybe the point is that Malleus struggles to convey his emotions in a clear and concise manner (as his post-OB backstory shows us). However, when this moments comes after years and years of Malleus not taking accountability for his words and actions, it really does feel like an affirmation that Malleus is never in the wrong (even when senators aren’t hovering to literally tell him he did nothing wrong); it’s actually everyone else around him that’s responsible for not paying enough attention to his wants and needs. That… feels so incredibly off to me 😭 All characters should be allowed to make mistakes—but when the universe acts as though the mistakes Malleus makes aren’t actually mistakes, it’s basically the same as absolving him of them without asking that he put forth the same amount of effort to reflect and improve as an individual.

The irony is that there are loud Malleus fans on the English-speaking side of the fandom that will defend his actions by blaming those around him 💀 literally by deflecting and pointing fingers at the senators, at Lilia, even saying the other OB boys are “worse” than Malleus just so he can come out of book 7 “clean” and having done no wrong. (That last point particularly unnerves me because it lacks empathy for the others in the cast and minimizes their experiences. How would you feel if someone was talking down your trauma and saying you’re “worse” than another traumatized person??? Not good, I bet. We shouldn’t be saying person A’s trauma is somehow worth more or less than person B’s.) This is another way in which Malleus is enabled and encouraged to never change, because few people (whether in-universe or in the fandom) call him out for his “oopsies” and make him self reflect and grow.

I find your technology comparison interesting 🤔 It suggests that, given the right scenario, Malleus can learn to socialize with others, just like he can learn to play with a virtual pet. The issue is… what WILL it take to get him to that point?? He has already been granted many chances, has a handful of open-minded classmates or those that are not scared of him (Ace, Deuce, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Rook, Cater, even Rollo), and Lilia there to help him out—but none of these have proven to be significantly useful to Malleus’s social growth. The end of book 7 seems to imply that nearly losing Lilia and literally having a part of him cut off is what it will take to get him to see the other side?? That feels so unnecessarily extreme and implies even showing Malleus some simple way to understand engaging with humans wouldn’t have helped him?? We needed to scare him into actually valuing putting forth all this effort into better understand other races??? Am I to understand that Malleus did not view connecting with others (50% of which is in his hands) as an important responsibility until he literally almost brought about a cataclysm and nearly permanently killed a loved one?? I… don’t think that’s intended, but that’s partially what I’m walking away with 💀

“[…] it’s his responsibility, not the phone's, to figure it out.” This point makes me think of when Malleus fries his phone with lightning, thereby making it impossible for him to receive text messages. In that case, he’s the one that damaged his phone. The fact that he did not get the intended message isn’t the phone’s fault when he was the one that shot lightning at it. Therefore, it is also Malleus’s job to repair said phone so it can work again. This should also be true of his connections… and I’m REALLY hoping this is what book 8 may cover.

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darkfalcon-z · 13 hours ago

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#nuance post#my thoughts in tags scroll if you don't care for them#the seal of confession goes beyond any god#tumblr users understand that headlines are intentionally inflammatory and you need to look deeper into a source's history challenge#i am not pro-the catholic church but many people have a fundamental misunderstanding of why the seal of confession was put in place#coming from someone who has experienced csa this is not an issue of wanting to keep secrets secret#but the new pope has *multiple* allegations of covering up CSA/child abuse in the church#and the catholic church as a very long history of child abuse#it makes sense that the fear response is triggered first but i do feel that this carries nuance#idk#my thoughts#ignore and disregard if you think me a fool please don't send me death threats

you're right

but also:

the sacrament of confession is in itself incredibly coercive - if you are Catholic you had to go at least once a year and the condition of your absolution is fulfilling the penance, although this is on the assumption that you don't lie about it (my personal belief is that the Church should be rid of it in the current form)

a priest can report abuse if he learns about independently from the context of confession - for instance if he sees a kid with hard to explained bruises

if a priest or a bishop learns about about other priest committing csa and helps them avoid consequences that probably also violates the seal of confession and most certainly a priest taking confession isn't supposed to enable or cover for a crime

if a priest goes to his superior confessing to csa with a hope that the superior helps him avoiding consequences that makes the confession void as it was not done honestly idk if it means the seal of confession also doesn't apply

a priest won't necessary know or even see clearly the face of the person, whose confession he's taking and that's not ideal for reporting a crime

In my experience as an ethicist who used to attend Catholic church priests in general know jack shit about social issue like family abuse and also about ethics and morality. It's not a group of people I would want to make calls about whether or not to disclose information they've learned during confessions to the authorities.

By the nature of the problem we're never going to have hard date about it, but priests' lack of understanding and easy dismissal of child abuse during confession is probably part of the problem here. For instance if a priest tell abusive parent to pray instead of going on a violence perpetrators' program as a penance.

in case anyone was forgetting what the church was all about

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szariahwroteit · 1 day ago

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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 24

Kylian needn't utter a word for Giselle to know he was drained. His first season at Real Madrid was coming to a close, and "bittersweet" was the only way he could describe how he felt as the season began to roll towards its end.

It had been historical, momentous even, yet it ultimately fell short of the aspirations he had set for himself upon achieving a dream he'd set for himself in his childhood.

With an exit from the Champions League earlier than anyone within Real Madrid’s organization would have liked and a loss in a cup final against Spanish rivals Barcelona, all Kylian needed was a moment to breathe and Monte Carlo provided a space for him to do with exactly that.

With the season slowing, the players were given the week to rest and reset before continuing in pursuit of glory.

“My mom would lose it if she found out I was in a casino,” Giselle chuckled, the sound bright and airy as it echoed off the marble walls of the opulent establishment. The glimmer of crystal chandeliers above cast a warm glow that danced across her features, making her eyes sparkle with mischief. Kylian couldn’t help but smile in response, the joy in her laughter infectious, as he guided her through the lavish building bustling with life and luxury at the heart of Monte Carlo.

“Why?” Kylian asked in amusement, the click of Giselle's heels against the Mable filling the space around them.

“She was never that strict, but gambling and lying are two non-starters for her. My dad used to play poker with his colleagues every couple of months and after every poker night they’d argue.”

Kylian raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the insight into Giselle's family dynamics. “Sounds like she has strong principles,” he said, guiding her past lavishly dressed patrons and the shimmering rows of slot machines.

“Oh, she does,” Giselle replied a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “But I think it’s more about the trust. She always believed in honesty, even when it came to something like poker.” She paused, glancing at the vibrant tables where players were engrossed in their games. “It made my dad’s love for cards a bit of a sore spot. I always found it fascinating, though... how much emotion can be wrapped up in a game.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze lingering on the emerald felt of a nearby blackjack table. “And what about you? Is it a sore spot for you too?”

Giselle thought for a moment, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Not at all. In fact, I’m more curious than anything. There’s no reward without risk, anything can happen.”

“True,” he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing tone. “But let’s be honest, I brought you here for the experience, not to become a high-stakes player.”

“Are you a high-stakes player?” Giselle smirked.

“I don't care for losing,” Kylian said with a sly grin, his confidence radiating from him. "I prefer to play it smart, stick to the games where I can gauge my odds."

Giselle tilted her head, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "So, you're telling me you're a calculated risk-taker?"

Kylian nodded, the playful banter drawing him closer to her. "Exactly.”

“Was I a calculated risk?” Giselle asked, her cheeks flushing as the question flew from her mouth and their eyes met.

“It's paying off,” Kylian smirked as he leaned slightly closer, their faces just inches apart. “I’m all in.”

“Stop,” Giselle blushed, holding her hand up to his face and playfully covering his eyes, evading Kylian's intense gaze.

“Am I making you nervous?” Kylian teased, his hands finding the curve of her hips as he gently pulled her closer, his voice low and inviting.

“No,” Giselle lied, the warmth in her cheeks and fluttering of her stomach suggesting the very opposite.

Kylian's teasing demeanor only fueled the spark igniting between them, a palpable energy buzzing in the air. He could feel the heat radiating off Giselle under the crystal chandeliers.

"Really?" he asked, leaning closer still, the soft scent of her perfume enveloping him. "Because your nipples are hard and I have barely even touched you."

Giselle's breath hitched at Kylian's bold comment, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson as his words hung provocatively in the air. The playful atmosphere shifted subtly, charged with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Wow, you don’t hold back, do you?” she said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.

“I don’t see the point in doing that with you, you're mine,” Kylian replied, his eyes locked onto hers with an undeniable intensity.

Giselle was in quiet awe as she allowed Kylian to lead her through the room, between his presence and the allure of the casino around them, she felt a whirlpool of excitement and desire swelling within her.

As they approached a lush, velvet-lined section of the casino, Kylian paused, turning to face her completely. The buzz of gamblers around them faded into the background, the chaos of the casino becoming a mere whisper against the charged silence that enveloped them. The flicker of a nearby table's spotlight illuminated his features, making her acutely aware of the muscles beneath his t-shirt.

“Giselle,” he whispered into her ear, the warmth of his touch and the depth of his voice sending shivers down her spine. “We should make this more personal.”

“How?” Giselle asked, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

“A bet between us,” Kylian grinned knowingly.

“Even on your days off, you still choose to compete,” Giselle laughed softly, the energy between them lustful, while remaining reserved in such a public space.

Kylian chuckled in response, his lips curling into a sly smile. "It's all in good fun. Besides, the stakes could be... interesting."

Giselle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of bet are we talking about here?"

“The kind where if you lose, you end the night completely naked,” Kylian whispered hotly into her ear.

“And if I win?” Giselle asked, her heart racing at the tantalizing implication of his words.

Kylian leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. “If you somehow end the night with more chips than me,” he said, a confident smirk on his lips, “I’ll be at your beck and call for the rest of the time we are in Monte Carlo. Whatever you want to do, I’ll be your willing servant.”

Giselle's heart raced with excitement and apprehension. “That sounds like a very enticing wager,” she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.

Kylian's grin widened, sensing her eagerness. “Then it’s settled.”

They made their way to one of the bustling poker tables, the air charged with excitement and anticipation. Kylian took a seat, motioning for Giselle to join him. She settled in beside him, the velvet fabric of the chair cool against her skin, contrasting the heat simmering between them.

As players shuffled their cards and placed their bets, Kylian leaned closer to Giselle, his voice low and intimate. “Just remember, the key to poker is patience. Don’t rush into anything.”

“I think I can manage that,” she replied, a teasing smile curving her lips as she turned her head to look at the dealer, revealing a graceful line of her neck that made Kylian’s pulse quicken.

The dealer began to deal the cards, and Kylian glanced at his hand before turning his attention to Giselle. “What's your strategy?” he asked, genuinely interested in her approach.

“I say just enjoy the game, feel it out. If I get a good hand, I’ll go all in,” she said with confidence.

“Bold,” Kylian chuckled. “But you’re right, sometimes you have to take risks to reap the rewards.”

As the game continued, Giselle found herself swept up in the swirling emotions and tension of the table. Kylian’s mere presence beside her was electrifying. He offered soft whispers of advice, his breath grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine each time he leaned in close.

Time seemed to blur as they played; they were absorbed in each other amid the chaos of the casino. Giselle exhaled with a mix of frustration and delight as she won a few rounds and lost some too, always with Kylian’s steady hand guiding her, his laughter ringing through the air like the sweetest melody.

”You are better than I thought you would be," he teased, his eyes gleaming with admiration as she won another round.

Giselle felt a rush of excitement wash over her, the playful competitive spirit igniting a fire within her. “Have I ever given you a reason to underestimate me?”

Kylian shook his head, a grin spreading across his face, clearly amused by her confidence. “Never. I’ve always believed you could handle yourself. It’s just nice to see it in action.”

The tension at the table was palpable, but Giselle could only focus on Kylian. The way he leaned in closer, his body brushing against hers, sent her heart racing with each whispered word.

“Okay, let’s see if this next hand can sway the odds,” Kylian said, straightening up as the dealer prepared to deal again.

As the cards were distributed, Giselle felt a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. She glanced at her hand and then back at Kylian, who was watching her intently. “What are you thinking?” she asked, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, a habit she had developed when she was nervous.

“Trust your instincts,” he replied, his gaze never leaving hers. “And remember, it’s all about the bluff. Confidence is key.”

Giselle nodded, feeling the warmth of his encouragement wrapping around her. They played through the hand, and as the tension mounted, she carefully calculated her moves, glancing frequently at Kylian for reassurance. He caught her eye and smiled, a flash of understanding passing between them.

When it came time to place her bet, Giselle hesitated for just a moment, looking for guidance. Kylian raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed with her restraint. “You’re not just going all in without thinking it through. I like that.”

With a determined nod, Giselle pushed a stack of chips forward. “All in,” she declared, her voice ringing with confidence.

The players around the table gasped, and Kylian's smile widened, his admiration evident. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, pride evident in his voice.

As the others contemplated their next moves, Giselle stole a glance at Kylian. The intensity in his gaze made her feel powerful, igniting something deep within her that was both exhilarating and dangerous.

The final card was revealed, and with a quick assessment of her hand, Giselle felt the thrill of victory wash over her. “I think I have it,” she said triumphantly, her heart racing in excitement.

The other players revealed their hands one by one, and as she watched each of them fall short of her combination, Giselle's heart soared. Finally, it was Kylian’s turn. He laid down his cards, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw he had a strong hand too, but just not strong enough to beat hers.

“I can’t believe it!” Giselle gasped, clapping her hands together in delight. “I actually won!”

Kylian laughed, throwing his head back in genuine amusement. “I’m impressed,” he admitted, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “I underestimated you this time.”

A rush of thrill coursed through Giselle as she reveled in her surprise victory, but then the reality of their earlier wager hit her, and she felt a spark of mischief. “So, Kylian,” she said with a playful smirk, leaning forward a little, “I believe you owe me an evening of servitude.”

His composure shifted slightly, and a playful glint lit his eyes. “How exactly do you want to collect on that?”

Giselle glanced around, ensuring no one was paying too much attention to their exchange, and then leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “Take me somewhere fun.”

“What kind of fun?” Kylian asked curiously.

“Somewhere else my mom wouldn't approve of,” she smirked teasingly.

“I don't know how much longer I can support your bad behavior, my goal is to get your mother's approval.” Kylian chuckled, yet the playful banter only fueled Giselle's excitement.

“Isn’t my approval enough?” Giselle asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

Kylian's gaze locked onto hers, a mix of mirth and intrigue dancing in his eyes. "Absolutely," he responded, his tone low and earnest. "But your mother's approval would mean a lot to me.”

Giselle had been rendered speechless, no man came without their flaws, but somehow Kylian managed to turn each of his into something charming, an intriguing balance between confidence and vulnerability that captivated her.

"Alright, so what will it be?" she asked, breaking the momentary spell that lingered between them, her heart still racing.

Kylian leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table as he contemplated the possibilities. "I can take you to a gentleman's club nearby, outrageous enough for you?” he smirked.

Giselle's heart raced at the suggestion, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within her. The idea of stepping into a gentleman's club was thrillingly scandalous, and she felt the adrenaline surge through her veins.

“That sounds perfect,” she replied, her voice laced with mischief as she met Kylian's gaze, a spark of adventure igniting between them.

Giselle watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket, holding the device up to his ear as he made arrangements for his driver to pick them up. The anticipation electrified the air around them, and Giselle could feel her pulse quickening as Kylian hung up, determination glimmering in his eyes.

“Just a moment away,” he said, looking at her with a smile that made her stomach flutter. “Are you ready for this?”

Giselle nodded, though her heart raced in a flurry of nerves and excitement. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

They stepped outside, where a sleek black car awaited them, the driver standing elegantly beside the door. Kylian opened the door for her, and she slipped inside with a graceful smile, feeling the soft leather beneath her. Kylian joined her, settling close enough that the warmth of his body radiated towards her.

As the car glided through the illuminated streets of Monte Carlo, Giselle couldn’t help but steal glances at Kylian. The confident way he leaned back against the seat, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes, made her feel bold and alive. She was surrounded by luxury, but it was his presence that truly exhilarated her.

“Tell me more about this club,” Giselle said, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. “What’s it like?”

“It’s exclusive, but not intimidating. The performances are typically artistic, not just dances,” he explained, leaning in closer to her. “Wait until you see for yourself.”

Giselle could only imagine what awaited them, her anticipation growing with each passing moment. The car turned onto a quieter road, and soon they arrived at their destination. The entrance to the club was elegant, adorned with gold accents and soft ambient light.

As Kylian stepped out first, he extended his hand toward her once again. They walked toward the entrance, the soft murmur of music spilling out as they stepped inside. The atmosphere enveloped them, pulsing with a mixture of laughter and soft melodies. Giselle’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the lavish decor — rich fabrics, warm lighting, and elegantly dressed patrons mingling effortlessly with the erotic dancers scattered throughout the room.

“Wow,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she took it all in.

“Stay close,” Kylian said, his low voice sending a warmth through her as he placed a guiding hand on the small of her back.

They made their way to a plush seating area slightly elevated from the rest of the club, giving them an excellent view of the stage. The anticipation crackled in the air as Giselle settled into the velvet cushions, feeling slightly spoiled in the best possible way.

“What’s first?” Giselle asked as she watched Kylian scan the room, excitement bubbling within her.

“Drinks, of course,” he replied, signaling a server with a knowing smile. “Trust me; we can’t enjoy the show without the right drinks.”

Moments later, the server returned with two elegant cocktails, their colors vibrant and enticing. Kylian raised his glass, and Giselle followed suit, a smile widening on her face as they clinked their glasses together.

“To adventure,” he toasted, his gaze steady on hers.

Giselle felt a warmth bloom within her, every pulse screaming that this night held promise. “To adventure,” she echoed, taking a sip of her drink and savoring the sweet, refreshing taste.

As they chatted animatedly, the lights dimmed slightly, and the murmurs of the crowd hushed as the first performance began. The stage came alive with movement. Dancers clad in barely any clothing glided into view, their bodies moving in a fluid dance that seemed to mix sensuality with grace, captivating everyone in attendance.

Giselle's breath caught as she watched in awe, feeling Kylian’s gaze on her. “What do you think?” he asked, leaning closer.

“It’s mesmerizing,” she whispered back, enraptured by the performance. The dancers embodied both confidence and vulnerability, a blend that made her heart race.

As the show continued, she could feel the energy between them building, an unspoken connection forming amidst the colorful displays of movement and emotion. Kylian’s thigh brushed against hers, sending delightful shivers down her spine with each movement.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Kylian asked, his tone playful yet sincere.

“More than I imagined,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing at the intimacy of the moment. “This is beautiful, I expected stripper poles and money being thrown.”

Kylian laughed, leaning in a little closer as his hand found her thigh. “Just wait. There’s so much more to come.”

Giselle felt her heart race as Kylian's hand lingered on her thigh, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within her. She looked up at him, her breath hitching slightly as the electricity between them intensified. The dancers on stage were mesmerizing, but her focus was captivated entirely by Kylian's presence beside her.

“More to come?” she echoed, her voice low as she felt a rush of thrill at the implication of his words.

Kylian’s gaze held hers, a glint of mischief sparkling in his dark eyes. “You have no idea what you're doing to me, right now.”

Giselle's heart raced at his words, the raw honesty in his gaze sending a rush of butterflies through her stomach. The intensity of the moment hung between them like an electric charge, and she felt herself leaning closer, drawn to the heat radiating from him.

“What am I doing to you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she dared to inch even closer, emboldened by the thrill of their surroundings and the connection they shared.

Kylian leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. “How wet are you right now?” he drawled.

Giselle's breath hitched at Kylian's bold question, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson as she felt a surge of heat between her legs. The atmosphere around them seemed to crackle with tension, the dim lighting of the club casting an intimate glow over their secluded seating area.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain her composure. The confidence she had felt moments ago faltered in the face of Kylian's intense gaze and the implication of his words.

Kylian's hand on her thigh tightened slightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't lie to me, Giselle," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "I can see it in your eyes, the way your pupils are dilated, the flush on your cheeks. You're turned on, aren't you?"

Giselle swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Kylian's words echoed in her ears. The air between them felt thick and charged, the sounds of the club fading into the background as she focused solely on the man beside her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze piercing through her defenses.

"Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible as she finally surrendered to the truth. "Yes, I'm turned on."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Kylian's lips, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he witnessed Giselle's admission. His hand on her thigh began to move slowly, his fingers trailing along the hem of her dress and teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

"And what about you?" Giselle asked, her voice gaining a hint of boldness as she met Kylian's gaze. "Are you turned on too?"

Kylian's smirk widened into a confident grin, his eyes darkening with desire as Giselle turned the question back on him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and husky.

"You have no idea, Giselle," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I've been hard since the moment we walked into this club. Seeing you surrounded by all this... stimulation, knowing that I'm the one who brought you here, the one who's going to take you apart later... it's driving me crazy."

His hand slid higher up her thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of her panties and making her gasp. Kylian chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

"So yes, Giselle, I'm extremely fucking turned on," he continued, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric covering her core.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Giselle asked, her voice trembling slightly as Kylian's touch ignited a fire within her. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it only fueled her own arousal.

Kylian's hand paused, his fingers pressing firmly against her through the thin fabric of her panties. "That depends on you, ma chérie," he replied, his voice low and teasing. "Are you going to let me make you cum right here, in this club, surrounded by all these people? Or do you want to wait until we're alone, where I can take my time with you, and explore every inch of your body without interruption? After all, I am at your service tonight."

His words sent a tremor through her, the idea of being taken in public was both exhilarating and terrifying. She bit her lip, considering her options, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Take me back to the hotel," she whispered, her decision made.

Kylian's eyes glinted with excitement at her request, a predatory smile spreading across his lips. "As you wish, my lady," he said, pushing himself off the plush seat and standing tall. He extended his hand toward her, and without hesitation, Giselle took it, feeling the electric connection between them surge as they exited the club.

Navigating through the vibrant crowd, Kylian led her back outside where the cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heated atmosphere inside the club. The anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

In the dim glow of street lamps, Kylian pulled her closer, their bodies brushing against one another as they walked to the waiting car. The driver looked up, acknowledging Kylian with a nod, before opening the door for them.

Once inside, Kylian wasted no time in closing the space between them, his hand sliding possessively around her waist as the car glided through the streets of Monte Carlo. There was a palpable tension in the air, and Giselle could feel Kylian's desire radiating off him in waves.

As she leaned against the plush leather seat, a mix of thrill and nervousness coursed through her. She looked up at him, searching his face for any hint of hesitation. Instead, she found only determination and unrelenting desire in his gaze.

"How far do you want me to take this?" Kylian asked, his voice low and sultry as he leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, the proximity igniting every nerve in her body. "As far as you can.”

A predatory grin spread across Kylian's face, and he pressed even closer, brushing his lips against hers in a soft yet teasing manner. The taste of him lingered in the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. As their lips danced together, she felt a swirl of heat pooling low in her belly, yearning for more.

He broke the kiss and sat back slightly, eyes locked onto hers. “You have no idea what you're asking for. Once we get to the hotel, there’s no holding back,” he warned his tone both seductive and commanding.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Giselle breathed, emboldened by the promise of what was to come.

As the driver navigated the streets, Giselle could feel tension building between them—a heady mix of anticipation and lust that made it impossible to keep her eyes off Kylian. Every stolen glance sent a thrill through her, igniting the heat that simmered just beneath the surface.

“Just thinking about what I’d like to do to you when we get back to the hotel,” Kylian admitted, his voice thick with desire, as he leaned closer, brushing his lips just above her ear. “I want to taste you until you’re begging for me to stop.”

Giselle's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The promise of his words sent a rush of excitement coursing through her, igniting every inch of her body. “I want that,” she whispered, feeling a wild sense of urgency flare within her.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze soaking in every reaction she had. “Good,” he said, their breath mixing in the confined space, sparking an undeniable heat that filled the air around them.

Minutes felt like seconds as the anticipation hung thick in the air, until finally, the car came to a stop outside their hotel. The driver opened the door, and as they stepped out, Kylian moved to her side, his hand firmly on the small of her back, guiding her through the luxurious lobby and toward the private elevator.

As they rode up, the tension was almost unbearable. Kylian kept stealing glances at her, his gaze devouring her, making her pulse quicken with every moment that passed. When the elevator doors opened, he ushered her out into the dimly lit hallway, leading her to their suite.

Once inside, Kylian wasted no time. He closed the door behind them, his body pressing against hers as he leaned in for another heated kiss. The warmth of his body against hers made her heart race, igniting a need deep within her that craved to be fulfilled.

Giselle melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as their lips moved together in a passionate dance. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this sanctuary of desire.

Kylian's hands roamed her body, his fingers exploring the curves and contours that drove him wild with longing. As he pulled her closer, his lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, planting soft kisses along her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

“Tell me what you want, Giselle,” Kylian murmured between kisses, his breath warm against her skin.

“I want you,” she replied, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you.”

With a growl of need, Kylian lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her further into the suite. He laid her down gently on the plush bed, his gaze dark and hungry as he took a moment to admire her.

“You're so beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes roving over her form.

Before Giselle could respond, he captured her lips again, brushing his tongue against hers, coaxing her to open for him. She melted into the kiss, feeling his hands explore her body, igniting fire wherever they touched.

Kylian’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire across her skin as he began to peel away her dress, revealing more of her softness beneath. Each inch he uncovered felt like a tantalizing gift, and Giselle squirmed beneath him, desperate to feel more.

“Kylian,” she gasped as the fabric fell away, leaving her vulnerable before him. “Please…”

“Please what?” he teased, his lips curling into a sexy smirk as he pulled back to look at her.

“Everything,” Giselle whimpered, her hands finding their way to his waist, urging him closer.

“I’m going to give you everything,” Kylian promised, leaning down to capture her lips again, his hands working to position his body above hers, teasing her with the delicious promise of what was to come.

The night stretched ahead of them, filled with desire and passion, as their worlds collided in a whirlwind of lust and longing, igniting a flame that could only burn brighter as they succumbed to the thrilling adventure before them.

Kylian was in awe as he broke away from their kiss to look down at Giselle, her body clad in nothing but a lace thong as she gazed up at him.

Pressing his lips to her neck, Kylian began his descent down her body, taking his time to get to the place between her thighs he seemed to have an insatiable appetite for.

Giselle's breath quickened as Kylian's lips traced a path down her torso, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The moment was electric, every brush of his mouth against her skin igniting a desperate need within her.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of his warm breath against her skin.

Kylian paused for a moment, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and mischief. “I have every intention of exploring you completely,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, raising her anticipation to a fever pitch.

With that, he continued his journey, his lips exploring the soft curves of her hips, pausing momentarily to tease the delicate skin with soft kisses. Giselle squirmed beneath him, the need for his touch becoming almost unbearable as he made his way lower.

When Kylian finally reached the lace thong, he leaned back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers, the intensity of his stare causing her heart to race. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice a sultry whisper.

“Yes,” she breathed, her confidence ignited by his desire. “I want you, Kylian. I want all of you.”

He grinned, the heat of his gaze sending a delicious shudder through her. With deft fingers, he tugged the lace aside, leaving her exposed before him. The sight of her, skin bare and vulnerable, was intoxicating, and he could feel his desire surge further.

Kylian leaned in, brushing his lips against her inner thigh, gently kissing upwards as he traced a path toward the place where she craved his touch the most. He paused just before reaching her, teasingly inhaling her scent, feeling her anticipation swell with every passing moment.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against her, before finally taking the plunge, his mouth finding her core.

The sensation was electric. Giselle gasped as Kylian’s tongue flicked against her, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, her fingers instinctively twisting into his hair, urging him closer. The warmth of his mouth was everything she had hoped for and more, and she was quickly losing herself in the sensations he was creating.

“Just like that,” she gasped, feeling his tongue dance with precision, teasing every sensitive spot he uncovered. Kylian was relentless, an expert in navigating her body, his movements fluid and instinctual, as if he had studied her every reaction until now.

Giselle could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her breaths coming in short gasps as Kylian continued his ministrations. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck drew her closer and closer to the edge.

“Please…” she begged, the tension coiling in her belly, desperate for release.

Kylian pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Want to cum?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes!” she cried out, completely at his mercy, her body trembling with need.

With a wicked grin, Kylian resumed his eager exploration, his tongue plunging deeper, coaxing her closer to the precipice. He skillfully alternated between tantalizing licks and soft, feverish kisses, drawing her closer to the edge until she felt as though she might unravel entirely.

Suddenly, as he focused on her most sensitive spot, Giselle felt herself teetering dangerously close to the edge. “Kylian, I—”

But before she could finish, he swiped his tongue across her with a firm pressure, sending her over the edge in a wave of delightful ecstasy. Her body tensed, back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her, a deep moan escaping her lips.

Kylian continued to coax her through her climax, gently riding the waves of her pleasure until Giselle was left trembling beneath him, panting softly.

As she came down from the high, Kylian pulled away slightly, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her hip.

Giselle opened her eyes, still buzzing with pleasure. “You… you have no idea what you just did to me,” she replied, her voice still shaky.

Kylian’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Oh, I think I might have an idea,” he teased, leaning back for a moment to admire the way she looked in the dim light, the flush of her cheeks and the sheen of her skin making her look utterly exquisite.

“But now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice dropping low with intent.

Giselle's heart raced at his words, the anticipation of what was to come sending heat flooding through her once more. Kylian leaned closer, flipping her onto her stomach and raising her hips to his liking, before sending a stinging slap to her ass as he watched the natural jiggle of flesh as it recoiled.

Giselle cried out as Kylian's thick length filled her completely, stretching her walls around his impressive size. The sudden intrusion took her breath away, and she clawed at the sheets beneath her, trying to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensation.

"Don’t try to run from it, give yourself to me," Kylian drawled, his hips settling against her ass as he gave her a moment to adjust. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he nipped at her earlobe. "Let me fuck you so deep you feel it in your stomach.”

Kylian began to move, his hips pulling back slowly before snapping forward again, burying his length deep inside Giselle's tight heat. He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving into her with a force that made the bed shake beneath them.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked into her. "Your pussy was made for my cock."

Giselle could only moan in response, her body rocking forward with each powerful thrust. The sensation of Kylian's thick length filling her completely, hitting that sweet spot inside her with every snap of his hips, was overwhelming. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their labored breaths and moans of pleasure.

Kylian's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her in place, his cock buried deep inside of her as whispered feverishly into her ear.

"Giselle, you're mine," Kylian growled possessively, his voice husky with desire. "This pussy belongs to me."

His hips continued their relentless pace, his thick cock thrusting into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies clashing filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's desperate moans and Kylian's commanding grunts.

"Yes, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm yours! My pussy is yours!"

Kylian smirked, a primal satisfaction coursing through him at her words. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "That's right, baby. Now, let me hear you scream my name."

His hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The added stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure through Giselle's body, as the arch in her back deepened.

"Kylian!" she cried, her voice echoing off the walls as she turned her head to look back at him.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity as he watched Giselle's face contort with pleasure. He loved seeing her like this, completely lost in the sensations he was giving her. His fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub as his hips pistoned into her from behind.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low, husky growl. "Come for me. Let me feel that pretty little pussy squeeze my cock."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he sucked and nibbled. His free hand reached up to grasp her breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple between his fingers.

Giselle's body trembled beneath him, her inner walls fluttering and tightening around his throbbing length. She was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Kylian's skilled fingers and the feeling of his hard, thick cock pounding into her sent her spiraling over the edge.

"Baby! I'm coming!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with ecstasy.

Kylian caught Giselle’s lips with his, groaning into her mouth as her walls constricted around his length, holding him captive.

Kylian's body shuddered as Giselle's orgasm washed over her, her walls gripping his length like a vice. He continued to thrust into her, prolonging her pleasure and chasing his release. The feeling of her coming apart beneath him, her pussy squeezing his cock so tightly, was almost too much.

In one swift motion, he had her on her back, her legs pinned as he gave himself a moment, the bulbous tip of his dick resting hotly against her slick entrance.

“Look at you,” Kylian mused. “You were made for me, made to be mine.”

Kylian's intense gaze bore into Giselle's as he held himself above her, his thick length pressed against her sensitive entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the muscles of his chest and abs taut with restraint. His words, possessive and filled with desire, sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation.

Her hands reached up, tracing the contours of his chest and shoulders, feeling the power that resided beneath his skin. She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take her again.

Kylian's eyes darkened at her words and actions, a primal hunger consuming him. He leaned down, his lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss as he slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her once more.

Giselle gasped into the kiss, her back arching off the bed as Kylian filled her. The feeling of him stretching her, claiming her, was overwhelming in the best way possible. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling and grinding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was deep and powerful, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw and down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

"Fuck, Giselle," he growled against her throat. "You feel so damn good. So tight and wet for me."

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps of pleasure.

"More," Giselle panted, her nails raking down his back as she tilted her hips towards him.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity as he gazed down at Giselle, her plea fueling the fire within him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he drove into her with renewed vigor.

"Yes, more," he grunted, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "Take it, baby. Take every inch of my cock."

Giselle's head fell back against the pillow, her mouth open in a silent scream as Kylian pounded into her. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her vision blur. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his biceps as she rode out the intense pleasure.

"That's it," Kylian praised, his voice strained with exertion.

“Feel that, Giselle?" he panted, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel how deep I am inside you? How perfectly we fit together?"

“I do,” she moaned, turning her head so she could press her lips to his neck. “Cum inside me, baby.”

Kylian's body tensed, his thrusts becoming erratic as Giselle's words pushed him closer to the edge. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he chased his release.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips stuttering as he slammed into her one last time. "Fuck, Giselle!"

With a guttural groan, Kylian spilled himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. Giselle cried out, her inner walls clamping down around him as she came again, milking him for every last drop.

Giselle held Kylian’s body against hers as he shuddered through the aftershocks of their shared release. They lay entwined, the weight of his body pressing down on hers, creating a cocoon of warmth and satisfaction. Kylian's breath came in heavy pants as he gradually began to regain his composure, his heart still racing from the intensity of their passionate encounter.

Giselle smiled softly, feeling his heartbeat slow against her chest. She brushed her fingers through his hair, savoring the moment of intimacy and connection that followed the rawness of their earlier actions as she lifted her head, pressing her lips to his.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured against Kylian’s mouth, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Kylian smiled against her lips, his gaze softening as he pulled back to meet her eyes. "You make it easy to be," he replied, his voice deep and melodic, holding a warmth that contrasted with the fierceness of their earlier encounter.

Giselle felt a rush of affection flood her heart at his words. She loved this side of him—the dominant lover who could flip to a tender partner in an instant. His strength was intoxicating, but his gentleness was equally alluring.

"Do you always make it this good?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye as she traced her fingers along his jawline.

"Every time for you," Kylian responded, his tone serious yet playful, and he leaned in to kiss her again, this time soft and lingering, a stark contrast to their previous passion but just as electrifying.

“I don't want you to pull out,” Giselle whispered, her voice sultry and filled with a playful challenge, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The intimacy of their shared moment heightened the tension between them, igniting a desire that was far from extinguished.

Kylian's breath hitched, his gaze locking onto hers with intense interest. "You want me to stay inside you? Just like this?" he asked, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he subtly rocked his hips against hers, reminding her of the warmth and fullness he provided.

“Yes,” Giselle replied, her body responding eagerly to his movements, her legs tightening around his waist instinctively.

Kylian's grin widened as he dipped his head, kissing along her collarbone before whispering in her ear, “I can do that.” His voice dropped to a low growl, filled with desire and a sense of possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

He slowly began to thrust again, but this time the rhythm was softer, more lingering. Kylian took his time, savoring the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth, of feeling every inch of her squeeze him as he moved. Each thrust was deliberate, each movement filled with a deep-seated passion that resonated between them.

Giselle moaned softly, arching her back in response to his motions. “Baby... just like that,” she encouraged, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

Taking hold of Giselle’s right leg, Kylian placed it over his shoulder, maintaining the depth and slow, drawn-out rhythm of his thrusts.

“I love it when you're deep inside of me,” Giselle continued, her voice a low hiss as she gazed up into Kylian’s eyes.

“Please don't move, Daddy,” she gasped as he bottomed out inside of her. “Stay just like that, I want to feel you.”

Kylian groaned at Giselle's plea, his hips pausing as he remained buried deep within her warmth. The feeling of her wrapped around him, the way she begged him to stay, sent a surge of possessiveness through him. He loved the intimacy of this moment, the connection they shared.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Feel me inside you. Feel how we fit together."

He began to move again, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each roll of his hips pressed him deeper into her, filling her. His eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the pleasure that played across her features.

"You're mine, Giselle," he growled, his pace picking up slightly. "This pussy belongs to me. Say it."

Giselle's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as Kylian's words washed over her. "I'm yours," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. "My pussy is yours."

Kylian's heart swelled with satisfaction at her words. He loved hearing her claim herself as his, loved knowing that he was the only one who could make her feel this way.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued his slow, deep thrusts. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth as he savored the taste of her. Kylian's hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and dip as if committing it to memory.

"You're perfect," he murmured against her lips, his breath mingling with hers. "So perfect for me."

Giselle arched into his touch, her body melting beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. The feeling of him surrounding her, filling her, was overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Kylian," she gasped, breaking the kiss to gaze up at him. "I need you. All of you. Forever."

Her words hung heavy in the air between them, a silent declaration of her feelings. Kylian's eyes searched hers, seeing the sincerity and depth of her emotion. His heart swelled, his love for her consuming him completely.

"I'm yours, Giselle," he vowed, his voice thick with emotion.

The deep understanding between them was punctuated by the snap of Kylian’s hips as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his fingers slotting perfectly between Giselle’s as he pinned her hands above her head.

With a few final, deep thrusts, they both surrendered to the fire that had been ignited between them, their climaxes crashing together in a euphoric wave. Kylian let out a deep cry of pleasure as he found his release, filling her fully, while Giselle flooded with overwhelming ecstasy, succumbing to the wild bliss that enveloped them both.

After what felt like an eternity, they slowly came down from the high, breathing heavily, Kylian collapsing beside Giselle while still holding her close, their bodies tangled together as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.

“I think,” Kylian finally murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he brushed his fingers through her hair, “that Monte Carlo might just be our new favorite getaway.”

Giselle laughed softly, still tinged with the remnants of their shared ecstasy. “I’d have to agree,” she replied, snuggling deeper into his arms, feeling safe and utterly satisfied.

As they lingered in the warmth of each other’s embrace, the flickering lights of the city beyond their window glimmered like stars, and for a fleeting moment, everything felt perfectly in place.

“This isn't one-sided,” Kylian interrupted her thoughts, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

“What isn't one-sided?” Giselle asked, her heart fluttering at the uncertainty of what he meant.

“You have met my family and I want to meet yours, I want nothing about what we have to be one-sided. I care about you,” he said, his gaze steady and sincere. The weight of his words settled around them, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat. She had never anticipated such a depth of emotion from him, especially after such a passionate encounter. “Kylian,” she started, her voice a mix of surprise and warmth, “you really mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. “You’re important to me. I want to know you—who you are outside of these moments with me, outside of coming to see me in Madrid. I want to know the people you love and who love you.”

Kylian's career didn't allow him to travel as freely as Giselle's did, and he was conscious of the fact that she was always the one making time when he could hardly afford to make any outside of what his football schedule allowed.

He was conscious of the fact that she was a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and a friend. Relationships that went staggered for weeks on end whenever she traveled to him.

Giselle nodded, feeling her heart swell with gratitude and affection. "I want that too," she admitted, her voice softening. "It's just a big step, and I wasn't sure if we were on the same page.”

Kylian brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze unwavering. "We are," he assured her, sincerity in his tone.

“You would like to meet my family when the season is over?” Giselle asked, her cheeks flushing as she cupped his face, searching his eyes for any hint of reluctance.

"Absolutely," Kylian replied confidently, a serious edge to his voice. "I want to meet them. I want to understand everything about you."

“I'm in this, Gi,” he continued as he took her hands in his, sincerity shining through his gaze.

Giselle felt her heart flutter at his words, the warmth of his honesty wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. “I’m in this, too,” she replied softly, her hand reaching to cup his jaw as she raised her head to kiss him.

For the first time in weeks, Kylian felt truly at peace as he lay in bed with Giselle their lips ghosting against one another they relished in their connection.

The season had been up and down, and his ability on the pitch had been both praised and heavily criticized, but one thing that had remained constant was Giselle's support, the look of admiration in her eyes that remained present even when he'd faced defeat.

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uceyliyahh · 2 days ago

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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 guns, masturbaiton, unprotected sex, breeding,

word count: 8.3k

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

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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jonathanfatu replied to your story: it’s your world baby I’m just living in it with you, my ride or die 🩷

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF GIGI

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omggg this man be dicking you down and buys you flowers? Ouuu girl

jadecargill replied to your story: GET MARRIED ALREADY PLEASE

jackieredmond replied to your story: so when is the wedding? 💒

uceyjucey replied to your story: he be taking you everywhere but complain when I ask him to take me to the gas station to get something to roll up some weed 🙄🙄

carmelohayes replied to your story: tell him it’s on sight when I see him and his bitch ass twin brother

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I fucking hate the both of you

Atlanta, Georgia - 5:30PM

Genesis and Jimmy took a weekend trip to her hometown, eager for him to finally meet her parents. Despite their hectic schedules, they carved out precious time to reconnect, especially since it had been quite a while since she last saw them.

As Jimmy navigated the road from the driver's seat, his free hand tenderly brushed against Genesis's thigh, a gentle gesture amidst the tension of their journey to her parents' home. She couldn't shake the anxiety that bubbled within her, worried that her family might not accept him.

As they arrived for the barbecue that evening, she felt a wave of hope wash over her. Jimmy parked the car and switched off the engine, then stepped out first, striding towards Genesis' door to open it for her.

As she exited the car, she expressed her gratitude to him while he closed the door. Their fingers intertwined, they could hear the pulsating music emanating from within the house. Together, they approached her parents' door and knocked firmly, both of them standing there eagerly awaiting a response.

As they waited, Genesis applied her lip gloss, attempting to soothe her anxiousness, when she suddenly felt Jimmy's hand wrap around her waist, drawing her nearer to him.

“You nervous mamas relax.” Jimmy whispered.

“I’m more worried for you than myself, be aware that my older brother will ask you questions including my father.” Genesis replied.

“Don’t worry baby, I know they’ll love me.” At that moment, the door swung open to reveal her older brother Jacari, grinning widely with a red cup in hand, as he looked down at his little sister.

“Gigi! Momma Gigi’s home!” Jacari hollered as he pulled his little sister in for a hug.

At that moment, he noticed Jimmy standing there, patiently waiting while Jacari smiled and gently dabbed him during their embrace, prompting Genesis to observe the two of them.

“You must be Jonathan right? Gigi doesn’t shut up about you dawg.” He said teasing his little sister.

“Oh? She doesn’t don’t she?” Genesis let out a weary sigh, realizing that tonight would stretch on endlessly, especially with these two jokers around. As she stepped into the house, she found everyone gathered in the kitchen, some sipping drinks while others were lounging in the front room, puffing on a blunt.

In that moment, she spotted her mother and aunt rushing towards her, enveloping her in a warm embrace before stepping back to marvel at how much their little girl had grown.

“My dearest! Welcome home, sorry for the chaos in here.” Mrs Porter said.

She chuckled at her mother, “it’s all good mama, there’s someone I wanted you to meet if that’s okay.”

“Of course dear.” At that moment, she spotted a towering figure, 6'3" tall, standing beside Genesis, a smile gracing his face as he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Mama this is my boyfriend Jonathan and Jonathan this is my mother you can call her Mrs Porter.”

Jimmy took his hand out, “nice to finally meet you Mrs Porter.” Her mother was taken aback to find her daughter with a man who was even more attractive than Quincy—she greeted him with a smile and a firm handshake.

“Gigi dear you didn’t tell me that he was handsome, nice to meet you son in law.” Genesis's eyes widened in surprise as her mother spoke, causing her cheeks to flush with color.

Then her auntie chimed in, “he’s better looking than Quincy ass I tell you that.” Jimmy laughed as he watched Genesis blush fiercely while she accepted the compliment.

Genesis' mother had whisked Jimmy away, eager to learn more about him and his intentions toward her daughter, leaving Genesis standing there like a forlorn puppy until her brother approached from behind.

“You want a drink sis?” Jacari asked.

She looked up at him, “yeah sure.” With a cheerful wave to familiar faces from high school and the neighborhood, she trailed behind her brother into the kitchen.

She rested her arms on the kitchen counter, watching her brother as he prepared a Jack Daniel’s cocktail. With a smile, she took the drink from his hand and savored a sip.

“So where did you find him Gigi?”

“We work together and be on the road together 24/7 Cari but my best friend Cody introduced me to him and his twin brother when I first started.” She took another sip of her drink.

Jacari nodded his head, “he the one? because I remember when you said that about Quincy and look what happened so are you certain that he’s the one?” Genesis felt a deep certainty that Jimmy was her soulmate. He had openly expressed his desire to marry her and start a family, a promise that many men make insincerely, yet there was something genuine in Jimmy's declarations.

“Yes, I’m certain that he’s the one. He takes good care of me Cari and plus he’s fucking crazy he would kill his cousin and Quincy over me.”

Jacari nearly sputtered on his drink, coughing loudly as Genesis softly patted his back. He reassured her, saying he was okay. "Is he really trying to hit on you?" Genesis was suddenly flooded with memories of Zilla's assault, a haunting experience she wished to forget. She didn't want to burden her older brother or mother with her fears until the trial began.

So she had to lie.

“Yeah, and he didn’t like that. Honestly a bunch of guys at my job is tryna holla at me and I just ignore them they’re so desperate to get some coochie brother let me tell you.” Genesis said.

Jacari chuckled at her while shaking his head, “damn I didn’t know my little sis got it like that, you must think you grown now huh?” She playfully elbowed her older brother, just like they used to do in their childhood whenever he would tease her about something. “Boy shut up I never said that.”

She longed for the moments spent with her family, and being surrounded by them filled her with happiness. Watching Jimmy toss the football to her little cousins made her heart soar with delight.

“You seen pops?” She asked.

“Yeah, he outside cooking on the grill. He was looking for you.” He responded. With that, she stepped out into the backyard, where a handful of people mingled, accompanied by the nostalgic sounds of 90s music. Her gaze swept across the scene, landing on her stepfather who was grilling and savoring the tunes that filled the air.

With a radiant smile, she approached him, playfully tapping his shoulder, prompting him to turn and discover his little girl beaming at him.

“Gigi! My babygirl! I didn’t know you were here!” Mr Porter Exclaimed.

“Cari said you were looking for me but here I am.” Genesis replied as She and her stepfather hugged each other tightly.

“I missed you so much Gigi, we were hoping to see you since I know your schedule has been hectic.” Genesis and her stepfather stepped back, allowing him to fully appreciate the sight of his stepdaughter, now transformed into a confident and self-sufficient woman. “Yeah, we were able to enjoy the weekend off.”

Her stepfather arched an eyebrow at her, questioning, 'We? Who exactly is this 'we,' Gigi?' She glanced over at Jimmy, who was busy tossing the football with her younger cousins.

“Is that the man you’ve been raving about to your mother?”

She nodded her head, “yes, that’s my boyfriend right there he’s a good man papa. he takes care of me.”

Her father was turning the burgers and hotdogs on the grill before he began to speak.

“Well I need to meet this young man that’s been taking care of my precious stepdaughter.” She smiled as she went towards Jimmy’s direction.

As Jimmy spotted Genesis approaching, he tossed the football back to her cousin, all the while keeping his focus on her.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Jimmy asked.

“My pops wants to meet you—I hope you’re ready and I’m sorry about my mother, she's so clingy.” Genesis said.

“It’s all good mama I know where you get it from now and she’s a sweet lady.” Genesis beamed at him as she led him toward her stepfather, who was busy grilling the food.

Her stepfather gazed at the tall man beside his stepdaughter, clearly impressed by her choice. "Well, Gigi, you certainly didn’t mention he was such a dashing young man. It's a pleasure to meet you, son; I'm her stepfather."

They shook hands firmly before hugging each other.

“Nice to meet you too Mr Porter.” As she made her way back into the house to fetch another drink from the kitchen, she allowed the two of them to converse. Suddenly, she heard a whistling sound coming from behind her.

As she pivoted, her gaze locked with Darrius, her high school crush—a football star and notorious heartbreaker. She let out a heavy sigh before shutting the fridge door.

As she cracked open a can of twisted tea, she took a refreshing sip before leaning back against the kitchen counter. She noticed him approaching with open arms, attempting to embrace her, but she playfully pushed him away, proudly displaying the double band ring that Jimmy had gifted her.

“Oh? So since you got a new nigga now you wanna act brand new Gigi?” Darrius said.

“Boy please if you don’t get the fuck out my face for real Darrius.” Genesis replied.

He was with his homeboys scoffing at her trying to be all cool and shit in front of them.

“Look she tryna act brand new and shit because got a new nigga yall like she didn’t want this back in high school.”

Genesis rolled her eyes at him, “nigga you was all over me tryna holla at me knowing your repretation so don’t fucking play with me D.” She continued on. “And why is yo’ ass bringing up old shit anyways? Just a weirdo.”

Darrius shrugged his shoulders, “I mean shit, a nigga tryna holla at you shawty. You glowing baby girl looking all good and shit.” Now she felt very uncomfortable with this conversation because she had the same issues with Carmelo at work not until Jimmy knocked his head off at his hotel room.

“Now yo’ ass just being desperate it’s always the desperate niggas tryna holla at a taken girl.” She retorted while folding her arm over her chest while holding up her drink. “It’s not like yo’ nigga is around to stop me so.”

Genesis wore a mischievous grin, shaking her head as she realized Darrius would soon regret his words, fully aware of how unpredictable and reckless Jimmy could be, especially since her brother despised Darrius just as much.

“I would be careful with my words dear, I could call him in an instant and he’ll show up so you better keep it pushing if I were you, my nigga is crazyyy.” She bragged.

He chuckled at her, “maneee ain’t nobody scared of that bitch ass nigga. I’ll put a bullet to his head. Lemme just get yo’ number Gigi.” What was with these men tryna get at her for? Knowing she’s taken.

“Yeah, no I’m gonna have to decline that offer. My man wouldn’t like that.” Genesis savored another sip of her twisted tea, her eyes fixed on Darrius. She had no intention of indulging him or his foolish antics, believing he could charm his way into acquiring her number.

She locked eyes with Jimmy and Jacari, who were chatting outside, and gestured for them to come inside. Meanwhile, Darrius took out his phone, trying to hand it to Genesis, but she once more turned him down. “C’mon baby girl lemme have yo’ number so we can talk you know.”

At that moment, a deep voice echoed, sending chills racing down his spine. Turning to his left, he spotted Jimmy and Jacari, their faces set in a serious expression.

Darrius was unaware that the towering 6'3" Samoan man was her boyfriend, as he approached her from behind, encircling her waist and planting a kiss on her neck.

“You good mamas? Do I need to embarrass someone this evening or what?” Jimmy asked, staring down at Darrius.

She shook her head, “no, I’m good baby. Just wanted to remind a certain person that I’m taken so they can get it through their thick skulls.” She smirked at Darrius who was furious.

“This yo’ nigga Gigi? I mean damn one good of an upgrade from your last one but I know this ain’t finna last just like that marriage of yours.” Darrius clapped back.

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted to a hushed stillness, as if a mouse had entered the room, with everyone locked in a silent showdown of glances. Yet, Genesis remained unfazed, confident in her recent transformation and the presence of a good man by her side.

She chuckled at him while giving her can to Jimmy—she had time this evening.

Jimmy was ready to pounce on him but Genesis held him back, “and nigga what that gotta do with you? Don’t you got an std from one of the girls you been fucking? How about you start getting that fixed instead of worrying about what I got desperate bitch.”

She noticed his expression shift to something unfamiliar as the gossip swirled around them.

“You bitch.” At that moment, Darrius attempted to confront Genesis, but Jacari and Jimmy swiftly drew their glocks in unison, aiming them at him and his crew.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at Darrius giving him a stern expression on his face, “you might wanna back up playa. this mine right here and ion play about her so you better watch the fuck out.” Jimmy warned him.

“Man, fuck yo—“ With a swift motion, Jimmy cocked his gun, his thumb aimed directly at Darrius's head, as he yanked him up by the hem of his hoodie, locking eyes with him in a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

“You wanna die play boy? Or you wanna live? your choice.” Everyone was taken aback by Jimmy's extreme protectiveness over Genesis; even her brother couldn't believe it.

Darrius raised his hands in a protective gesture as Jimmy pulled the gun away from his forehead, tucking it back into his jeans before releasing him. He adjusted his hoodie and made his way back towards Genesis, keeping her safely by his side.

“You might wanna get out of here Darrius before he actually fucking kills you.” Jacari said, keeping his gun pointed at them.

Darrius licked his lips in anticipation, quickly gathering his belongings as he and his friends exited the house—slamming the front door behind them while Jacari tucked his gun back into his shorts and secured the lock.

He glanced over his shoulder at his sister and Jimmy, who had his arm wrapped around her waist as he approached them, playfully teasing Jimmy.

“Thank you for protecting my little sister, that fool been tryna get at her.” He said.

“You know I got Gigi dawg, imma protect her for sure.” Jimmy responded after noticing Genesis yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“You tired baby?” She glanced up at him while nodding her head.

“A’ight then dawg imma take this little lady upstairs so she could sleep and we’ll finish talking.” With that, Jimmy lifted Genesis in her bridal style and ascended the stairs, making his way to one of the guest rooms in her mother's house.

He softly nudged the door open and stepped inside, carefully placing Genesis on the bed. As he removed her jacket and shoes, he set them aside in the room, then wrapped her in blankets to keep her warm against the evening chill.

He lowers himself to her height, gently pressing his lips against hers, captivated by her sleepy smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek.

“Don’t be gone for too long, I want you up here with me.” Genesis said in a soft tone.

He smiled at her clinginess before placing a kiss on the palm of her hand.

“I’ll be back mamas, just get some sleep okay?” Jimmy responded as he got up from kneeling.

Genesis let out a yawn, stretching her limbs as she settled into the bed, while Jimmy made his way out the door, rejoining the others downstairs.

—

As Jimmy relaxed in the backyard chair, savoring his beer, he noticed Jacari approaching with a chilled brew in hand. With a friendly gesture, Jacari offered it to him. Jimmy, not one to refuse a cold drink, accepted it and set it beside him, taking another sip from his own beer.

Jacari retrieved a blunt he had meticulously rolled, igniting it with his lighter. He took a few deep puffs before handing it over to Jimmy. As soon as Jimmy grasped it, he inhaled a few times, exhaling clouds of smoke into the air as the effects began to wash over him, before returning it to Jacari.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in stunning hues, the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music. People were either savoring their meals or twirling joyfully on the dance floor outside. In that moment, Jimmy felt a warm sense of belonging with his family, a feeling he never anticipated experiencing with Genesis's family as well.

Jacari begins to say something, “you cool as fuck Jonathan no bullshit.” He said.

“I appreciate it dawg, this was nice.” Jimmy replied with a smile on his face.

The air was heavy as the wind rustled through the trees, and Jimmy inhaled deeply from the blunt, exhaling the smoke through his nose this time.

“You love my sister? I mean I’ve been protecting her ever since we were little, especially from his bitch ass.” He mentioned Quincy.

Jimmy to another sip of his beer before speaking, “Yeah, I love Gigi with all of my heart dawg. Your sister is like everything I needed.” He continued. “And I had to shoot his stupid ass put him in the hospital.”

Jacari's eyes widened in shock at Jimmy's words, nearly causing him to sputter his drink again. "Wait, are you serious about my little sister? I can't say I blame you, though; that guy has been acting strange ever since they tied the knot, and things only got weirder after she divorced him."

He gave a firm nod, saying, "Absolutely, that's my ride or die, Uce. I won't let anything happen to her." Jacari recognized Jimmy's protective instincts, having grown up as Genesis's guardian himself, often confronting boys who dared to bother her or express unwanted interest. It was clear to him why Jimmy felt so strongly about her.

“I understand fasho, how long y'all staying in Atlanta? I know yalls schedules are hectic.”

“Probably for the weekend since we gotta head to another city Monday.”

“y'all staying in a hotel down here? cuz our mama would let y'all stay.”

Jimmy informed Jacari about their weekend hotel plans, but mentioned that it would be great if her mother allowed them to stay here instead, especially since their luggage was in the rental car.

“I’m pretty sure our mama would let yall stay, especially since yall been traveling so much lately.” He said. “But lemme’ ask you this uce cuz I know my pops is gonna ask the same thing.”

“You wanna marry her?” He certainly wished to marry Genesis, but he preferred to wait for the right moment, taking his time to nurture their relationship before making any hasty decisions.

Jimmy exhaled a cloud of smoke from the blunt, gently tapping the ashes into the ashtray.

“Of course Uce, I wanna put a ring on her finger. She’s something special for real.”

“Well then you have my blessing as her big brother when the time comes.” He and Jacari shared hearty laughter, relishing each other's presence as they passed a blunt back and forth, the music pulsating in the background while everyone around them rose to their feet, dancing joyfully together.

At that moment, Jimmy spotted Genesis emerging from the building, her eyes softly rubbing as she scanned the surroundings in search of him—he handed the blunt back to Jacari and set his drink on the table, making his way towards her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, Genesis pondered Jimmy's whereabouts until her gaze fell upon her charming boyfriend striding toward her, prompting a radiant smile to blossom on her face as she relaxed her stance.

He loomed above her, his height casting a shadow over her petite frame as she looked up with wide, innocent eyes, her arms encircling his neck while his strong embrace enveloped her waist, mingling their scents in a tender moment.

“Hii Bo.” Genesis said.

“Hey baby, did you sleep well?” Jimmy asked as he leaned into a kiss.

“Yeah, I did and I missed you so much.” He laughed softly at her adorableness, planting gentle kisses on her lips repeatedly. “Yeah? Daddy missed you too princess.”

His hands glided into her shorts, cradling her curves before he pressed a passionate kiss on her neck, igniting a shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

As the background music swelled with the smooth sounds of 'Aaliyah's One in a Million', Genesis pulled Jimmy close, and they lost themselves in a dance, reveling in the joy of each other's presence.

As everyone else joined in, she embraced him, her arms draped around his neck while his hands rested on her hips. They swayed together to the rhythm of the music, her soft laughter filling the air as she breathed in his familiar scent, resting her head against his chest and letting her body melt into his warmth.

“you know I love you Gigi?” Jimmy whispered gently.

“I know you do Bo, it scares me sometimes.” Genesis replied while she looked up at him with her innocent eyes.

He released a gentle laugh, his tone rich and laden with a sense of fragility. “Why mama?”

She averted her gaze from him, reflecting on the five years spent with Quincy. The turmoil he caused left her feeling unfortunate—unfortunate in her quest for new love, plagued by a sense of inadequacy despite her efforts. However, since being with Jimmy, everything has transformed; it feels refreshing and uplifting.

For the first time, she felt a profound connection with someone new—someone who genuinely cherishes her. The way Jimmy showers her with love, indulges her with tenderness, and even spoils her a little overwhelms her, as she has never encountered such warmth before.

“Look at me baby, talk to me.” She locked eyes with him, interpreting his worried expression.

“I felt unlucky to find new love, I kept my heart closed off for so long and now I’m feeling more comfortable with you.” She told him.

He kissed her lips gently, “you don’t gotta worry about that anymore Gigi, you know I’m here for you and will be with you forever until we grow old together.”

With a gentle smile, she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. They shared several more kisses, and as she felt his hand tenderly cradling her chin, the kiss deepened, transforming into a slow, intimate exchange that revealed their vulnerability to one another.

Their tongues twirled playfully as his hand cradled her left cheek, a possessive gesture that declared her as his own.

“You don’t gotta run and hide anymore mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“I don’t wanna run anymore Bo.” She murmured softly.

They gently separate, catching their breath as she looks into his rich, dark brown eyes, feeling his deep voice echo within her very being. “then don’t.”

His lips brushed against her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that traveled up to her jawline. She tilted her head back in delight, lost in the moment, while the music played on and the rest of the crowd remained oblivious to the couple's intimate exchange.

“Lemme’ have you, lemme’ be the one to take care of you and heal your scars mamas. Imma show you and prove to you how deeply in love I am with you.” He sank his teeth into her neck, eliciting a soft moan that slipped from her beautiful lips, meant for his ears alone.

“B-Bo, W-wait.”

“Tell me you mine baby, tell me.”

Her fingers wove through his hair as he nibbled on her neck, claiming her as his own. When he finally pulled back, she noticed his lips stained a deep purple from the passionate kisses, while her cheeks burned with the heat of his unexpected caress.

She gently stroked his cheek before entwining her fingers with his. “I’m yours Bo, I’m forever yours.”

With a grin, Jimmy twirled her around, then drew her back into his warm embrace, making her laugh joyfully.

“I gotchu baby.” Jimmy said.

“I know you do Bo.”

As the night drew to a close, guests hurriedly gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Genesis's mother graciously permitted her and Jimmy to stay for the weekend, sparing them the trouble of driving home late. While Genesis busied herself with fixing their plates, she heard her stepfather calling her name, prompting her to turn around with a bright smile lighting up her face.

“What’s up Pops?” Genesis asked.

“I just wanted to say how proud I am of you sweetheart, and you got a good man on your shoulders dear.” Mr Porter said.

She chuckled at him, “does that mean you approve of him papa?”

“Of course I do, we connect right on the money!” Genesis chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her stepfather's silly antics.

“Seriously though Gigi, he has a good heart and good intentions with you don’t let that man slip away.” She smiled and nodded as her stepfather planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, then made his way to the living room to enjoy some television.

The burden of her family's disapproval of Jimmy has vanished—now they adore him and his playful spirit. As she prepared their plates and stored them in the fridge for the next day, she made her way upstairs to one of the guest rooms.

As she reached for the doorknob, soft moans drifted through the crack, prompting her to push the door ajar. Her eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of Jimmy, his long eight-inch member gliding rhythmically in his hand, his head resting against the headboard as he whispered her name in a husky moan.

She noticed the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, while his thumb gently caressed the tip of his cock, stirring a warm sensation that pooled between her thighs.

She could hear his soft whimpers, “fuck Gigi, I need you so bad baby.” She anticipated his behavior upon their arrival, fully aware of his sexual frustration.

She had to feign surprise for a brief moment as she swung open the door, catching him off guard until he recognized her presence after her brief absence downstairs—his gaze revealed a hunger, as if he wished to consume her in an instant.

As she closed the door and secured the lock, she strolled past him on her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, only to be interrupted by his resonant voice calling her name.

“Gigi.” Jimmy called out to her with a raspy tone.

“Hm?” Genesis turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of his impressive eight-inch cock, standing proud and formidable.

He rose to his feet and approached her, who was retreating against the wall behind her, her gaze locked onto his dark eyes brimming with desire, and surprisingly, she felt no fear.

“C’mere baby, don’t run from me.” He said softly.

“I’m not Bo, whatchu want?” She reacted as her hand enveloped his rugged form, gliding up and down, making him dissolve under her caress, his eyes tightly shut and head thrown back in ecstasy at her touch.

“You want me baby?”

“Mhm, been wanting yo’ cute ass since we came up here. Keep stroking it like that Gigi.” Following his instructions, she caressed him gently, savoring the way he succumbed to her every movement.

She gently caressed his sensitive tip with her thumb, leaving a slick residue behind. As she did this, she felt his hand tugging at her waist, drawing her nearer so he could murmur sweet nothings into her ear while she continued to pleasure him.

Genesis pressed gentle, moist kisses against his neck, sensing his muscles tense as he lifted her nightgown, his hands exploring her curves in slow, circular motions before delivering a playful smack. “Fuck, faster Gigi. Stroke it faster mamas.” He moaned softly.

She quickened her pace, caressing him while leaving marks on his neck and chest. “Like this daddy? you like it when I’m stroking this big ass dick?” She whispered in his ear.

“Yes mamas, this yo’ dick baby. I’m yours.”

Her pace gradually intensified, the gentle touch of her hand becoming more passionate and enchanting. Every gesture, every whispered word sent tingles coursing through him, clouding his mind and making concentration ever more elusive.

“Oh my god, Genesis.” A deep, primal groan rumbled from his throat as he held her legs, pressing her against the wall while she encircled his waist, captivated by the sight of his muscles rippling with strength during the effortless lift.

The sharp contrast between the frigid chill on her shoulder blades and the intense heat radiating from Jimmy's body against her front sent a wave of exhilarating shivers racing down her spine.

He repositioned his hold, his powerful hands enveloping her form, gently parting her as he aligned himself at her threshold. “Imma fuck this pussy up, and you better be a good girl and take it.”

She obeyed, intertwining her ankles at the base of his back while he pushed her against the bedroom wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.

He pressed into her softness and then penetrated her fully in a powerful thrust. Genesis bit her lip to stifle her cries, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being so thoroughly filled. The angle was relentless—deeper than ever, reaching depths that clouded her mind.

The creamy essence enveloped him perfectly with every thrust, the gentle sound of her back hitting the wall, their breaths intertwining and echoing in the shadows.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good. I’m so addicted to this shit.” He let out a low growl, his motions steady as he penetrated her further. “So addicted to you mamas.”

Jimmy adjusted his hold on her thighs, his fingers digging into her tender skin as he pressed her against the wall. He widened her legs, enabling him to penetrate further. With each upward thrust, he pulled her down onto him, his fingers immersing in her softness.

The rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, while her mind swirled with ecstasy and affection. With every thrust, her warmth wrapped around him tighter, flowing down to where they connected with each powerful movement.

“Oh my—“ She inhaled sharply, her voice a mere whisper as she struggled to remain silent. Her head gently leaned against the wall with a soft thump, revealing the elegant curve of her neck to his eager lips.

He quickly found her pulse point, sucking with enough intensity to leave a mark she would need to conceal the next day. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, the firm length of him gliding against that sensitive area within her. With every retreat, her body clung to him tightly, only to fully surrender as he thrust back in.

Their bodies were surrounded by her wetness, enabling each thrust to move more smoothly and reach deeper than ever.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and rough, nearly a whisper as it brushed against her ear. “this the best dick you ever had, baby? Huh?” His voice was taunting and teasing at the same time.

Genesis struggled to find the right words; she felt utterly lost as he shattered her into fragments.

He maintained his pace of rebellion, “look at you mamas taking this dick so good baby.”

She eagerly embraced him, her toes beginning to unfurl from their previous tight grip. “Shitshitshit, Bo.” She emitted a gentle whimper, her thighs beginning to tremble as they encircled his waist. “it’s soo big daddy.”

“Yeah? Big for you to handle it baby like a big girl huh?” He emitted a deep growl, his hands holding her tightly. “Keep taking this big ass dick for me princess.”

He sped up, thrusting into her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies crashing together intensified, becoming more urgent. Genesis pressed her face into his shoulder to stifle her moans, her teeth digging into his flesh.

He overwhelmed her completely, with Jimmy's hands stretching her cheeks apart and massaging her backside. In this moment, she was entirely exposed and under his control. She gasped as he penetrated her tightness after teasing the entrance with a single finger.

He whispered, “Mhm, pussy so wet for me mamas." He noticed her face transforming into a pleading expression, reminiscent of a puppy asking him to take it easy. “I know mamas, I know just keep taking it for me baby.”

She felt as if she were floating, her thoughts consumed by the powerful emotions coursing through her.

As the pleasure heightened, her clitoris pressed against his lower abdomen with every thrust, creating the ideal friction that propelled her closer to orgasm.

“Clench onto me some more baby lemme’ feel her.” He urged, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure.

She tilted her face towards his lips, releasing a gentle moan as the first waves of her orgasm began to envelop her.

Jimmy became entranced by her sounds, his kiss growing passionate and fervent as he sensed her tightening embrace. "Mhmm," he whispered gently between kisses, “yess baby fuck.”

Her body transformed into a vessel of his delight as he rhythmically penetrated, driving her nearer to ecstasy. Each muscle tightened, and every nerve tingled with sensation as she neared her climax. Jimmy's movements became increasingly frantic, his breath ragged and heavy against her skin.

Jimmy let out a soft groan against Bia's lips, his rhythm faltering for a moment as her body clenched around him. “I’m about to fucking nut. Ohh Gigi. I’m about to nut baby.”

His actions became more frantic and intense.

Genesis held onto him tightly, her thoughts clouded with a desperate hope that her parents remained unaware of their presence.

Before she could articulate her thoughts, she surrendered completely, her body quaking as she clung to him desperately, her essence flowing down her thighs, prompting Jimmy to glance at the chaos she had made.

He gently kissed her forehead, offering comfort as he made love to her with deep affection, which he truly felt for her.

“Pull out Bo, pull out.” She begged him.

“Where you want it then baby?” He breathed out deeply against her neck, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure.

“On my face cum on my face daddy.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as his thrusts grew more intense and frantic. Breathing heavily against her neck, she felt herself losing control, pulling him in closer.

“Fuck I’m cummin’ again Bo, I’m cummin’”

“Cum for me baby, let it out baby.” Jimmy thrust deeper and deeper, triggering her second orgasm, causing her to squirt on his body as she felt euphoric, as if she were on cloud nine.

“Keep cummin’ baby c’mon gimme one more baby.” She let out a soft whimper against his neck, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt overwhelmed by his presence.

She whined, “Dadddy I can’t, I fucking can’t.”

He penetrated further into her, eliciting a loud gasp. “yes you can, fuck Genesis. Make a mess on me some more baby let it out.

She was reaching her limit, her nails digging into his skin, but it was his whispered, crude words in her ear that pushed her over the edge.

“Fuckkk Jimmy! Ohhh fuckk.” She cried out passionately as she experienced her third climax of the night, tears streaming down her face and fluids trickling down her thighs.

He thrust into her one final time before withdrawing, as she fell to her knees, tongue extended, while his thick streams of semen erupted onto her face, accompanied by a deep growl that escaped his lips.

Genesis knelt with trembling legs, savoring his sweet essence on her tongue while offering him a weary smile. He paused his movements, observing the remnants of his release on her face, before gripping her throat and kissing her deeply.

The kiss was intense and fervent, her fingers entwined in his hair as they passionately embraced, savoring the sweetness of his essence.

“You so good to me baby, so fucking good.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

Jimmy held her close as he carried her bridal style into the bathroom, using his foot to close the door behind them. He gently set Genesis down on the sink counter, positioning himself between her legs.

He positioned her legs over his shoulders, aware of her heightened sensitivity—he gently bit her lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss. He took hold of himself, rubbing his tip against her folds before entering her, eliciting moans from both of them.

“Bo, baby.” Genesis moaned softly.

Their gaze remained locked as her creamy essence enveloped him, allowing for smooth movements in and out like a water slide.

“What baby? What?” Jimmy taunted.

His hips collided with her thighs, their groans intertwining and resonating in the bathroom as he thrust into her, prompting her to arch her back in pleasure.

He was ensuring she experienced every sensation he desired as she bit down on her bottom lip, holding his gaze, fully aware of how much he cherished looking into her innocent eyes.

“Pretty ass keep looking at me, look how I’m good I’m fucking this pussy baby.”

“Fuck me s-so good d-daddy.”

“Yeah? Daddy fucks you good huh mama.” She remembered him saying that once she allowed him in, she would become addicted to him, and he was right; she became deeply attached to him, as if he were a drug.

He was her heroin addiction.

And so was she.

Jimmy maintained his rhythm as he penetrated her deeper, causing her eyes to roll back and her mouth to open wide, until he lifted her and began thrusting into her slick core.

“B-Bo!” She gasped.

“Un-Huh, take this dick I’m giving you.” She was taken by surprise when he entered the bathroom for a second round, as she had assumed he would be tired, but she was mistaken; he was brimming with energy.

She continuously rolled her eyes back, keeping them shut as waves of pleasure washed over her. It felt as if he was delving deeper within her, gradually unraveling her piece by piece.

Genesis could feel his body connecting with hers, igniting her passion as he kissed her deeply during their intimate moment.

His tongue explored her mouth while her hands tugged at his curls, and with each thrust growing deeper, she felt overwhelmed, as if she couldn't endure it any longer.

“B-Bo baby, I-I C-can’t.” she breathes out while trying to keep up.

He ignored her pleas as he drove deeper, causing her to gasp and moan loudly, the sound of their bodies colliding resonating throughout the bathroom.

She clawed at his skin, causing him to hiss in pain as he bit down on his bottom lip, looking down at her intently.

Genesis experienced a familiar sinking feeling in her stomach, realizing she was about to climax with this man. She sensed he was aware of it as well, given her expression.

He stimulated her g-spot while she tugged at his curls, engaging her with conversation throughout. "you finna cum? go ahead, make a mess on me, mama daddy gotchu." Jimmy was aware of his charm in conversation.

As he continued to hit her sweet spot, she was so overwhelmed by the depth of their connection that she couldn't comprehend the impact she had on him.

“This my fucking pussy huh? Tell daddy this shit belongs to him.” Genesis struggled to speak as she was contorted like a pretzel.

“Talk to me baby.”

“Yess! Yes Bo! This is all yours!” Her fourth climax of the evening enveloped him in her creamy essence, reminiscent of vanilla ice cream, while her legs trembled.

She desperately wanted to escape his grasp, but he held her firmly against the wall, penetrating her deeply and making her feel every sensation.

“Don’t run from me, take this dick mama.” His voice was low and gravelly, nearly breaking as he clung to her thighs for stability.

“D-dadddy, oh my goddd.” Genesis was overcome with emotion as tears started to stream down her face.

Jimmy pressed his lips to her cheeks and then to her lips, attempting to soothe her as his actions became increasingly uncoordinated.

As they became more careless, she felt ecstatic at that moment, tugging at his curls to draw him nearer.

She embraced his damp body closely, feeling his breath on her neck as he planted several wet kisses there, prompting her to moan his name softly in his ear.

He felt himself on the verge of climax as he thrust into her with intensity, and without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Shit, I’m finna cum Gigi. Where you want it?” Jimmy groaned as he was giving it his all.

“In me, cum in me Jimmy.” He gazed into her eyes, ensuring she was choosing wisely.

“Mamas you sure? Ion wanna get you pregnant baby.”

He was unaware that before booking their flight to Atlanta, she had visited the clinic to start birth control, ensuring she wouldn't get pregnant until she felt prepared.

“It’s okay Bo, cum inside of me I want all of your kids.”

She granted him permission once more as he passionately made love to her, seeking his pleasure while burying his face in her neck, savoring her warm kisses trailing down his skin, all the while spreading her further apart and thrusting deeply into her.

“Cum for me daddy, cum.” Her sweet little mischievous whispers.

In that moment, he thrust into her one final time, completely filling her as a groan escaped his lips, while her body trembled beneath him and he shuddered.

He withdrew from her, breathing heavily against her neck as she clung to him, savoring his warm kisses on her neck and cheeks. When he finally pulled away, she looked at him with a hint of concern.

“Why would you let me cum inside of you baby?” Jimmy asked.

“I allowed it because I’m on birth control right now Bo.” Genesis explained.

“You got on birth control? You didn’t tell me baby, I should’ve been there.”

He was right; he ought to have been there, but she didn't inform him, so she went by herself.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, you were busy with your schedule before we even planned this weekend trip.”

He gently set her on her feet, maintaining his grip on her waist as he caressed both sides of her hips.

“Still you could’ve told me Gigi.” She felt a pang of regret for not speaking up, aware that all he ever desired was for her to share her thoughts, even if they were just small matters.

Jimmy gently held her chin and pressed a tender kiss on her lips.

“I’m not mad at you baby, just tell me next time please? I don’t need you shutting me out mama.” She embraced him firmly, nodding her head as he rested his chin on her head and gently rubbed her back.

Following their shared shower, Genesis drifted into a deep slumber on Jimmy's chest, while he gazed at her serene beauty, gently brushing her hair away from her face to appreciate her more fully.

As he was occupied, he noticed her phone illuminate, piquing his curiosity. He picked it up, unlocked it, and discovered a message from an unfamiliar number, suspecting it might be from Zilla.

However, upon reading the message, his entire attitude shifted dramatically.

Unknown Number: Next time yo’ Samoan ass nigga point a gun at me I’ll shoot his ass dead Gigi trust

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he set her phone back on the small dresser beside them, settling into the bed together. He was determined to keep his composure in front of her friends, but he couldn't shake the thought that Darrius was in for a surprise come tomorrow afternoon.

Aware that they will stay through the weekend until Monday morning, when they board their flight to a different city.

He quickly picked up his phone and sent a message to Jacari, sharing all the important details.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Aye we need to handle that little boy toy Darrius tmr you down?

Cari🎯: I’m down fasho been wanting to whoop his ass ever since he been tryna get at Gigi since high school

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: bet yk where he stay at?

Cari🎯: sure do nigga lives in them little ass apartments down the street I can drive us there tmr fasho

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight let’s leave in the afternoon that way Genesis can spend time with yall momma and pops

Cari🎯: aight see you tmr

As Jimmy set his phone down beside him, he pulled the blankets over their bodies to ward off the evening chill. He leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Genesis's forehead before settling in for a cozy night in bed.

He gently shut his eyes, sensing Genesis stir in her slumber as he drew her nearer, basking in the warmth that enveloped them both, before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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a/n: Darrius better watch out Jimmy ain’t no bitch he’ll kill him if he has to.

but I hope y'all enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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uneducated-author · 22 hours ago

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I was playing with the idea of HuaLian having a child in my head, partially because I adore Wangxian as parents, and somehow, I really can't imagine it.

Like, this is NOT an attack on anyone who writes/draws/headcanons Hualian children, just some of my own thoughts.

Wangxian really are immediately set up by the narrative as caring parents, or at the very least responsible adults who act as guardians for kids. We have Wei Wuxian repeatedly teasing, but guiding the Gusu Lan juniors, and even his POV makes clear just how much he prioritises the protection of these kids. And while Lan Wangji appears cold and intolerant of excitability in the flashbacks, we see his as a calm, reassuring and trusted source, one of his first appearances being to respond to a signal flare. Throughout the story we see them excel in managing the Juniors, care for children in their vicinity and also reflect on their own ideas of family dynamics and how children are incorporated into that.

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian don't really emulate that sort of energy. We see Xie Lian alternately a guardian or teacher to Ban Yue & Lan Qianqiu, but that feels more like a reflection of his caring personality rather than a reflection of his wish to be a parent. Xie Lian certainly has affection for children, and prioritises their safety and wellbeing, but in the same way you prioritise children when evacuating, you know? That these humans are more helpless and require aid and care. We see him mourning children and the loss of innocence and crime against young ones who couldn't understand the horrors that killed them, but there never really seems to be some longing to actually raise or have a child.

In fact with Gu Zi being sort of kidnapped by Qi Rong, the kid kind of... Feels forgotten? It's not that Xie Lian doesn't care for the child, or that he isn't concerned for his well being, but it never feels like a priority for him to protect Gu Zi or take him away from Qi Rong. To his credit, when Gu Zi is with him, he does take good care of him and acts affectionate towards him, but even when he notes Gu Zi's mistreatment, there never fully seems to be followup through the narrative? Of course Xie Lian is busy with other stuff, it would be an unfair expectation for him to actually be launching rescue missions at the same time, but the lack of focus feels somewhat out of character and intentionally dismissive.

Same with Lang Ying honestly. Again, Xie Lian is affectionate and kind and a good guardian to the child, but their relationship never truly seems a focus and even the tragic ending of his story feels quickly skipped over. As a reader I never fully felt confident that their relationship was something super strong or important, and it certainly doesn't truly feel parental.

My point ISN'T that Xie Lian is neglectful or cruel towards children, he is NOT. He is very caring and affectionate towards children, but it never seems like he's actually interested in raising or nurturing them of his own volition. When a child is in his care, it feels like his point of view is 'well, there's nobody else that will help, so I will' which is accurate to his general character and philosophy.

There's a fair argument to be made that Xie Lian feels unstable in his own life, and knows that he could not provide a child with a healthy environment to grow, but honestly the same is true of Wei Wuxian, but his relationship with children feels much more sincere and longing.

Hua Cheng, honestly, feels overfocused on Xie Lian. LWJ is seen repeatedly taking his role as teacher and guardian seriously but Hua Cheng generally either is seen fawning over Xie Lian or handling the affairs of Ghosts/running his gambling den. Again, of course he's not outright cruel to children, but beyond the general 'Gege thinks that children should be protected and therefore the children in my realm will not be hurt' there's never any focus on his character with children. I also think that, given his distaste for his younger form, and the fact that he intentionally doesn't truly speak of his own childhood, he is viciously aware of how horrible it is to be a child in a household that does not want to, and is unwilling to replicate that environment. Of course if Xie Lian wanted a child he would do everything in his power to be a good father, but again, it never feels that he truly longs for a child.

(I really want to write a story where Xie Lian asks Hua Cheng if he thinks that a child would be welcome, and for the first time, Hua Cheng hesitates over granting Xie Lian's implied request, because he's self aware enough to know that he would not truly be able to love the child, and he knows that a child can tell when they're unloved, and wouldn't want to put Xie Lian through that. Cue detangling the trauma around generational abuse and not passing down the treatment you had to heal from and Hua Cheng treating E Ming kindly. Whether or not they wind up with a kid is undecided.)

Basically, I kind of firmly like HuaLian in the fun uncles category. They're comfortable and kind with children, will always adore the opportunity to babysit, but they're comfortable enough to be certain that having children is not what they want, and respect that children should have parents that want them. HuaLian facing the woman in her thirties treatment of 'But surely you'll change your mind in time? You two are so happy, you ought to have children, nothing fulfills you like children'.

Yeah, this is too long a tangent that I'm sure a lot of people will disagree with, but I like Hualian as a confident couple that reminds people that they do Not Need child to 'complete' or 'fulfill' their family, and fully content in their own company.

#mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #wangxian #hua cheng #xie lian #hualian #tgcf #heaven official's blessing

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huaidanta · 2 days ago

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So I just had the horrific realization that I accidentally deleted a specific detail from the finished version :)

I originally intended to have Kazui's faint ring mark in the panel, with the posing sorta "showing it off"...

With the comic I really wanted to depict Kazufuu with complicated emotions where they're aware of what's developing but also in denial and too afraid to commit to anything. However, bury it down as they may try, they're already ~past the point of no return~ (ooOOooOOo).

Well, while I'm at it, it might be fun to show off some details and also go into why I decided to do certain things!

Despite struggling to draw hands, I included hands a lot in the comic. The ideas I wanted to get across with this work are seen really evidently in the hands!

I included panels of Kazui reaching out to and touching Fuuta in a way that teeters between simple care and affection. Kazui touches Fuuta but it's to check his temperature. He does it again but he does so in a joking and light manner that can be seen as friendly or familial — an incredibly weak attempt to potentially put up barriers between them. Kazui is indecisive and so instead of fully committing to acknowledging the feelings between them by outright pursuing or pulling away, he does this messy in-between.

This is then juxtaposed by the climax, in which Kazui's troubled mind becomes increasingly chaotic until it all gets ripped away by the memory of Fuuta reaching out to him during Kotoko's attack. Fuuta reaches out to Kazui and he clings. It's unfortunate that I ended up cropping most of it out but Fuuta holds onto Kazui pretty tightly during the flashback.

Also, here's a close up of Kazui's reflection in Fuuta's eye!

Despite Kazui trying to skirt around Fuuta's obvious feelings, the truth is that they had already reached the point of no return for their relationship before the comic even started. The apple has already been bitten and is in decay.

It's kinda funny to say but I made Kazui extra wide on this page so that there was more space to work with the stains. I wanted the giant, bloody hand smears on his chest to show how Fuuta had already left such a deep stain on Kazui's very being. This event had not just wounded Fuuta, but Kazui as well. This is their shared pain.

My original pitch of the idea for funsies:

If it wasn't already obvious, I just adore depictions of love and relationships as something messy and scary and violent. With Fuuta's colour being red, I just can't get over the idea of Kazui ~being dyed in his colours~. As I was working on the comic I wondered if it was too confusing or pretentious, so seeing the responses from everyone really made it worth it!!

Aaaand on that note, abSINthe will be taking part in the 2nd MILGRAM web-only event on September 13/14 !!! But with a much more casual project plan in mind 😁. I personally won't be doing another comic but rather a series of illustrations. I hope to see you guys there!

Extra little thing I didn't know where to fit in:

In the double page spread leading up to the climax, there are a bunch of panels that were fully drawn despite being mostly covered in the finished version. This was so that I could move panels around and experiment!

Point of No Return

My piece for the abSINthe 0703 anthology that was exhibited at the MILGRAM web-only event!

I tried something kinda experimental which was definitely a bit risky as someone with little comic experience and a 10 page limit 😅 I hope you like it!

[CW: depictions of blood and violence]

#eggtartart #kazufuu #0703

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bestanimal · 2 days ago

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Round 3 - Reptilia - Piciformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of birds are the Piciformes. This is a large order, containing the living families Bucconidae (“puffbirds”), Galbulidae (“jacamars”), Megalaimidae (“Asian barbets”), Lybiidae (“African barbets”), Capitonidae (“New World barbets”), Semnornithidae (“toucan barbets”), Ramphastidae (“toucans”), Indicatoridae (“honeyguides”), and Picidae (“woodpeckers”).

The Piciformes are quite diverse with a variety of body, and particularly beak, types. Nearly all Piciformes have parrot-like zygodactyl feet: two toes forward and two back, an arrangement that has advantages for birds that spend much of their time on tree trunks. Most piciformes are insectivores, though the barbets and toucans mainly eat fruit, and some piciformes also supplement their diet with eggs and small vertebrates.

All Piciformes nest in cavities (either burrows or holes in trees or termite mounds) and have altricial young, hatched completely naked. Aside from the jacamars, Piciformes do not have down feathers at any age, only developing true feathers. They are generally monogamous, at least for one breeding season, and both parents take care of the chicks.

Piciformes evolved around the Early Eocene, with the modern families known to exist since the mid-late Oligocene.

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The constellation Tucana, containing most of the Small Magellanic Cloud, is named after the toucan.

The largest Piciform is the Toco Toucan (Ramphastos toco) (see gif above), with an average length of 56 cm (1.8 ft).

The Greater Honeyguide (Indicator indicator) (image 2) is best known for its mutualistic relationship with humans. When a Greater Honeyguide has found a hive of honeybees with a large yield of honey, it will attract the attention of humans through specific calls. It will then lead the humans to the hive. Once the humans have collected the honey, the honeyguide sweeps in to eat the larvae and wax. Honey-hunters have specific calls and whistles used to call honeyguides when they are about to search for honey. Adults but not juvenile honeyguides will respond to these calls, signifying that a response to the calls is taught. Claims that it also guides non-human animals are disputed; humans seem to be the only animals to understand the bird calls. In some parts of Kenya, Greater Honeyguides have stopped guiding, due to a lack of responses by people in the area.

While they mainly eat insects, honeyguides are unique among birds for being able to digest beeswax.

In folklore, it is frequently noted that the honeyguide should be thanked with a gift of honey; if not, it may lead its follower to a lion, bull elephant, or venomous snake as punishment. Honeyguides do rarely lead humans to venomous snakes, but this is probably due to error by the birds, or perhaps as a means of trying to get humans to remove a snake from a nesting area.

Woodpeckers are known for their characteristic behavior of drumming their beaks on wood. This is done to “drill” for insects under the bark, to communicate, and to make nest holes. To prevent brain damage from rapid and repeated powerful impacts, woodpeckers have a number of physical features that protect their brains. These include a relatively small and smooth brain, narrow subdural space, little cerebrospinal fluid surrounding it (to prevent it from moving back and forth inside the skull during pecking), the orientation of the brain within the skull, and a skull which consists of strong but compressible, sponge-like bone.

Woodpeckers have long, sticky, barbed tongues for extracting food (insects and larvae) from trees. The tongue bone (or hyoid bone) of the woodpecker is so long that it winds around the skull through a special cavity, thereby cushioning the brain during pecking.

The smallest woodpecker is the Bar-breasted Piculet (Picumnus aurifrons), which is typically 7.5 cm (3 in) long and weighs 8 to 10 g (0.28 to 0.35 oz).

The American birdwatcher’s Thylacine, the Ivory-billed Woodpecker (Campephilus principalis) is presumed extinct, as the last universally accepted sighting in the United States was in 1944, and the last universally accepted sighting in Cuba was in 1987. However, hope remains that the bird may persist somewhere, and sightings are still made to this day (most of them probably other woodpecker species and none of them confirmed). Habitat protection and restoration efforts have been initiated in areas where the species might persist.

The related Imperial Woodpecker (Campephilus imperialis), endemic to Mexico, is also presumed extinct. If they have gone extinct, it would have been due to habitat destruction and fragmentation combined with hunting. If it is not extinct, it is the world's largest woodpecker species, at 56–60 cm (1.8–2 ft) long.

One of the accounts of the founding of Rome, preserved in the work known as Origo Gentis Romanae, refers to a legend of a woodpecker bringing food to the boys Romulus and Remus during the time they were abandoned in the wild.

In the 2016 Nintendo 3DS game Pokémon Sun and Moon, the Pokémon Toucannon had an evolution line based on the phylogenetic relationships within Piciformes, perhaps one of the only Pokémon evolution lines to make a nod to real-life phylogeny. The first evolution, Pikipek, is based on a Pileated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus). The second, Trumbeak, resembles a honeyguide. The final evolution, Toucannon, is modeled after a Toco Toucan.

#sorry it’s shorter than normal I’m #so tired #apologies to puffbirds and barbets I didn’t know enough about you and I’m too sleepy to do more research #I love toucans though Fun Fact I collect toucan plushies #animal polls #round 3 #reptilia #Piciformes

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I have been thinking about the Knight of Stars AU a lot lately, so if you don't mind, pick a scenario below and tell me your thoughts about it:

- Arthur and Criston Cole's first interaction. Where do they meet? Do they argue? Fight? Get along? Side-eye each other?

- Arthur and Willam Royce's first time teaming up to guard the twins. Do *they* get along? Side-eye each other?

- Arthur and Jon's first chance to meet each other without nosy adults looking on. (Daemon, I'm looking at yooooou.) What are Arthur's thoughts on Rhaegar's new big brother?

- Arthur interacting with Qelebrys and Shadow! Does Qelebrys get jealous or possessive of Rhaegar, or do the dragons take to Arthur easily? How does Arthur feel about dragons being a real thing again in the first place? (And how they impact his job, tbh.)

- The results of someone accusing Arthur and/or Daemon and/or Rhaegar and Jon to their face(s) of Arthur being Daemon's bastard.

- Arthur's family's thoughts when they realize what their son has done (i.e., running off with the ancestral family sword to swear himself to the eight-year-old princeling of an enemy nation).

- Mixing AUs, but... Rhaella and Arthur's reactions upon realizing they both ended up traveling through time and space to find Rhaegar, lmao (and to add crack to that, Jon's thought process on why these people directly connected to Rhaegar keep showing up -- hell, even HE is directly connected to Rhaegar... not that Rhaegar knows that. 😂)

Arthur vs Cole

Cole is technically from the Dornish Marches rather than Dorne itself, which means the potential for so much shit-talking, since the Dornish Marches were essentially the Iron Throne's buffer between its borders and Dorne. So Cole isn't inclined to like him to begin with, and certainly not once his allegiances become clear. It's also the thing where you see someone younger/more handsome than you rise to threaten your position. I could see their first encounter being Arthur seeing Cole behaving rudely/unkindly toward either Jon or Rhaegar or Jace, and stepping in on the pretense of doing his duty of protecting the royal children. Cole is outraged, Arthur eloquently defends his actions to Ser Harrold and/or the king if pressed. He wins some points with Jon.

Afterward, I expect they get encouraged to engage in a "friendly" spar to resolve their differences and it gets ugly.

Arthur and Willam

I see them as mostly getting along! Arthur has some initial suspicions due to the story of Rhea's treason, but having been under a cloud of suspicion himself at first, he can sympathize. It helps that Ser Willam is at least a decade older and doesn't feel threatened by him the way that Cole does. The one area where I could see a little tension is Arthur feeling like Ser Willam has an agenda re: restoring House Royce's honor, pushing Jon to take the Royce name, etc.

Ser Willam thinks he's a bit young for the responsibility but otherwise seems sound in his skills, and he gets along well with the boys, which he approves of. He does note Arthur's bias toward Rhaegar, and keeps an eye on that to make sure he's equally guarding both.

Arthur and Jon

I have to think there's an early element of Arthur disapproving of Jon "stealing" Rhaegar's birthright by being the elder twin. Not only is his prince no longer heir to the Iron Throne, but he is not set to rule even a holdfast? It's probably more subconscious, since Jon's an eight-year-old boy and also had no control over birth order lol. There's some big-brother-energy colliding at first as they size one another up. Arthur wants to make sure Jon cares for Rhaegar and will see to his happiness/future. Jon probably is dealing more with mixed emotions of "so this is the legend" where the legend is younger than Jon was pre-Summerhall plus having perhaps some Robb+Theon flashbacks? Where Theon was "cooler" than Jon because he was older, just as Arthur is older than them.

So a little bit of "are you trying to steal my brother/bff" that gets cleared up over time as they get to know one another and geek out over swordfighting.

Arthur and hatchlings

Jon can't help but feel a little smug that Qelebrys doesn't seem to care much at all about Arthur. She's curious and does try to bite his sword once, but only Jon and Daemon are allowed to give her scritches. Shadow tends not to care too much about people in general, so he mostly ignores Arthur and/or picks up a little on Jon's tension and hisses at him a little.

Arthur meanwhile thinks the hatchlings are the most striking, magical, adorable creatures of legend he's met. A few encounters with dragonflame educates him on the dangerous side of close familiarity with dragons. He resigns himself to protecting both children and dragons, however impossible that task seems, because he's seen how much Rhaegar loves Qelebrys and losing her would shatter his heart.

(The real oh shit realization comes when he meets Caraxes, tbh. Because that's an actual enormous dragon who could gobble him up in 1-2 bites. And there are how many of those in the Dragonpit right now? And how many freely flying around Dragonstone??? He has a hard time understanding how such powerful creatures could ever have disappeared from the world.)

Arthur as Daemon's bastard

Hmm, trying to think whether it's one of Daemon's old gold cloak officer buddies being a little too drunkenly familiar and nudging him in the side going "eh? eh? a little consequence of your times in the Street of Silks?" while nodding very prominently at Arthur.

Or them visiting a slightly out-of-touch lord's holdfast, and he's heard that Daemon suddenly found himself with sons and assumes it's three of them, welcoming "Prince Arthur" as well. Jon and Rhaegar think this is hilarious. Daemon is outraged.

Or an enemy of Daemon's (some highborn lord's son?) trying to damage his relationship with the twins by cornering them to talk about his wanton ways and that he had known Daemon to sleep with a Dornish whore, and did he think he was being subtle by sneaking his bastard son into the Princesguard?

House Dayne

Chaaaaaos! Frantic ravens to Prince Qoren, disavowing their son's actions while accusing the Iron Throne of somehow plotting to kidnap their son and force him into the Princesguard. Prince Qoren is...somewhat less than convinced, but does send along a demand that Arthur and the sword be returned to Dorne.

Depending on whether Arthur confided any of his "prophetic dreams" to his family, they may be kicking themselves for not taking it more seriously. I could see one of his sisters secretly cheering him on, knowing that he had been unhappy for a time and glad that he had found his purpose. And perhaps hoping that she might be able to visit someday.

Fierce, fierce debate and finger-pointing about Arthur having been named Sword of the Morning and given Dawn as such a young age, when boys are prone to flights of fancy, albeit flights usually shorter and less treasonous than this.

I think they do eventually negotiate that Dawn will be returned to House Dayne upon Arthur's death.

A lot of sudden Dornish interest cropping up too about this Targaryen prince of seemingly so little consequence being the object of both Volantene ambitions and the Sword of Morning's loyalty. Ooh, perhaps this leads to Prince Qoren putting out feelers for a Dornish match for Rhaegar? (Daemon vehemently opposes on account of ONGOING WAR and likely Dornish treachery.)

Rhaegar as Summerhall magnet?

That's a good point, where from Jon's POV it suddenly seems like it's Rhaegar's world, they're all just living (drawn into) it. 😂 OTOH, those are all people with a connection to Jon as well. His father, his grandmother, and the man who guarded baby Jon in the Tower of Joy. But since he never met any of them, it's a lot harder to see it.

Rhaella would be so happy/relieved to meet Arthur. She had worried about his fate, and felt guilty about finding her own joy/escape even though Arthur had likely been tortured to death by Aerys for her disappearance. And Arthur, who knew just how desperately she wanted to find her son, and had heard enough in his short time as Kingsguard to know how she had suffered, would be overjoyed to see her with the family and freedom she deserves.

I feel like they'd be the two most likely to compare notes with one another (aside from Jon and Rhaegar with each other, obviously), since the twins are young and they assume they are mostly children. Though I'm sure eventually they tentatively broach the subject with them.

Daemon meanwhile: Am I supposed to think it normal that this Dornish whelp has a bond with everyone in my family? NO, HE'S NOT MY BASTARD.

#resonant asks #resonant 'verse knight of stars au #resonant 'verse rhaella au

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mamawasatesttube · 2 days ago

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I think you bring a good point on the whole "dc babies" thing (idk what to call it) ig more explicitly on timkon clone baby. Mostly because Kon HATES the idea of being cloned. Even in his more recent comics (as pictured below)

Like, he on the verge of tears in the panel pictured. I get it Tim is one of his closest friends, but doesn't exactly excuse what Kon feels on the subject of cloning. I get it fankids are fun to create (im gulity of this), but i think the characters feelings should also be taking account. Especially in this context. And if you really want to have a timkon kid, make them adopt ig idk gang

yeah, and this isn't even getting into how vehemently kon feels about clones' rights to bodily autonomy in the face of constant dehumanization in superboy (1994) #87-91, aka the best arc in that whole run imo. i personally don't care about fankids but i just think if you're gonna make one with the intent being fluffy happy family stuff, you could maybe factor in things like "both parents consenting"??? like timkon wanting kids and making a clone baby in a tube or w/e would be fine, whatever, like still not my thing but at least not a weirdly pro-life-adjacent story, if they both actually consented to it. as it is wrt canon-adjacent "tim tries to clone kon and ends up with a baby" aus i just get so icked out by the way people act like kon would have no response other than to instantly be like oh yay i get to be a #girldad with tim! ive even seen them shit on clark for """being a bad dad"""" about it like "see this is what youre SUPPOSED to do when someone makes a baby using your dna without your consent" like. holy shit. this is a horror story all the way down actually.

#answers #thecardboarddemon

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See Me Through Rose Tinted Glasses

It's finally happening! The final part! A fic that was supposed to take two weeks and be 2,000 words long turned into a two and a half month 8,000 plus word project. @devondespresso thank you so much for bearing with me as I wrote this, I hope you enjoy it!

divider from @thecutestgrotto

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Ao3

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late. We couldn’t decide what ice cream to get. We ended up just getting both. God knows between you and Dustin it’ll be gone by the week anyway.” He doesn’t look up as he’s coming through the door, too focused on juggling his five bags of groceries and toeing off his shoes at the door.

When no response comes, he stops. Eddie is never quiet, nor is Dustin.

“Eddie? Dustin?” He calls out, his mom coming through the door behind him.

“Oh honey, don’t be so anxious. They’re probably upstairs going over those books Dusty loves again. You know how they get absorbed in those things.” Steve does know. It’s one of the things he both loves and loathes about the little family unit they’ve got going on, not that Steve would ever refer to them as such in front of Eddie. It would be too much, just like he always is.

He’s getting ready to take his mom’s word for it, drop off the groceries and let himself ignore the strange feeling tickling up the back of his neck, when he sees the absolute mess of their kitchen table. Newspapers and glossy picture printouts that he knows he’s going to find charged to his own card because his brother is a little shit.

“Jesus fuck Steve, you didn’t tell me Eddie did track! I couldn’t even get close to him before he was gone.” Dustin says as he comes in from the back door, clearly a little winded. Steve doesn’t even tell him to watch his language because…well because what the fuck.

“Dustin, dude, what the hell is all of this?” He asks, completely ignoring his brother as he goes on. He picks up a particularly unflattering close-up of Eddie, only to be met with a sight he truly did not want to associate with his sibling. “Is this a fucking Playgirl? What the fuck Dustin?” The mention of illicit materials is enough to summon their mom in record time.

“Dustin Michael Henderson, your brother better not have said what I think he said,” she chimes in from the doorway.

“Mom, mom, no! It’s not like that, I swear, it’s research!” Dustin bellows way too loud for the small space of their dining room.

“Honey, it’s perfectly natural to be curious about women, but I would appreciate it if you kept your research in your room and off the dining room table.”

Steve tunes them out, too used to the ebbs and flows of their family dynamic to be concerned, not with the Beautiful Minds, 1920s detective shit taking up space in his third favorite room in the house. It takes him longer than it probably should to realise what he’s looking at, and almost no time after he does to get a sinking suspicion of what Dustin has been sneaking around about for the past few weeks while giving his boyfriend the cold shoulder.

Normally, he wouldn’t interrupt Dustin getting a lecture from their mom, it’s always so well deserved, but he needs answers. He reaches a hand back without looking, using what he likes to call his ‘brother sense’ to give Dustin a good couple of smacks in the shoulder to get his attention. Mom usually has something to say about bones and medical conditions when he gets the slightest but rough, but she’s a little preoccupied at the moment.

“Seriously Dustin, what the hell his going on here? What did you do?” Dustin sputters indignantly from behind him, as if he isn’t clearly guilty of something.

“I didn’t do anything Steve.” He says crossing around into his brother’s line of sight, crossing his arms in a clear mockery of Steve’s ‘this is serious’ pose. The kid really needs to get his attitude in check.

“I was just performing my brotherly duties of making sure Eddie knows to be careful! This was just research to make sure he knows that I know how to bury him, if need be. Me and the girls, of course,” he continues. “The guy’s got a wild life, I’ll tell you that.”

As he wraps up his defence, Dustin picks up a newspaper to wave around like evidence, and that’s when the final pieces slot into place.

Local Teen, Eddie Munson, Arrested in Connection to Murder of Chrissy Cunningham.

The picture makes his heart clench painfully. Black and white and yellowed with age but still so clear. It’s Eddie, fresh out of high school. Hair shorter, ears sticking out sweetly, dirt on his face, eyes past full of deep fear. His Eddie.

“Dustin where did you get that?” He asks, severe in a way he never is. It’s enough even to stop Dustin in his tracks. “Dustin!” He snaps when he doesn’t say anything. He can hear their mom gasp and start to chastise him, but he doesn’t listen.

“I went to the library! I just asked them to give me everything on Eddie Munson and they gave me a bunch of stuff. It’s not like I broke any laws of anything!” Dustin is getting man now, too, which is never a good combination. They’re both too stubborn for their own good.

Steve pinches his nose as hard as he can to stave off the impending blowup he can feel building under his skin. Their mom relies on him to be the more level-headed one. “It doesn’t matter where you got it, man, you shouldn’t have it in the first place,” he grits out.

“Why not?” Dustin asks like Steve is being dumb. “It’s like, public knowledge. It’s out there for anyone who wants to know. You should know. I know Eddie’s a great guy but this is a big deal and you should-”

“I already know about this crap, dipshit! I didn’t need you digging around in my boyfriend’s private life for me!” He’s officially lost his cool.

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that? I’m just trying to look out for you!” Dustin yells back. “Besides, why shouldn’t we know about it? It’s not like I hunted down his old classmates or something; it was in the newspaper! A bunch of newspapers!”

“Boys, this really isn’t-”

“BECAUSE IT’S NONE OF OUR BUSINESS DUSTIN! JESUS H CHRIST.” He’s breathing hard, like he just ran a marathon, as silence descends around them. Steve never screams, never raises his voice. Not like that, but he’s done.

Steve runs his hand through his hair. Twenty minutes ago, he was thinking about whether or not he would have enough time to style it before their reservation at Enzo’s. Was thinking about if his red sweater was clean and if the ice cream would survive the car ride and if he should have the pasta or the pork at dinner tonight and if Eddie would invite him back to his house at the end of the night.

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t give a shit if it’s public knowledge or not, Eddie deserved to tell us this kind of shit when he was ready. If he was ever ready.” Too late for that, an unhelpful part of his brain supplies.

Steve watches as the fight slowly drains out of his brother, and the weight of the skeleton he just dragged out of the closet registers. The thing about Dustin is that, no matter how badly he pushes your buttons or calls you stupid to your face, he’s a good kid. The best, really. He just gets ahead of himself, so far in front he can’t see the consequences.

He looks down at the paper still clutched in his hand, staring hard at the same picture Steve had, and frowns. “Shit,” he says, elequent as always.

“Yeah man, shit is right,” Steve responds.

No one seems to know where to go from there. Time is ticking past, and with every second, Steve feels a burning building in his feet, telling him to go looking for Eddie. Dustin said he ran out the back door, which doesn’t bode well. He hopes he went back to his apartment, but there’s no saying for sure.

It’s his mom who gives him direction. She’s always been the wisest of any of them, the strongest too, always able to handle any situation the world throws at them. Dustin isn’t ready for a full apology, and Steve sure as hell isn’t ready to offer any forgiveness, so there’s only really one thing to do.

She places a warm, soft hand on his arm and gives it a squeeze. “You go find Eddie, I’ll take care of things here,” she says, shooting a meaningful look at a visibly cowed but silent Dustin. He squeezes her into a hard hug, suddenly violently grateful for her presence in his life, and runs out the door.

He’s got a rock start to find.

Eddie is not wearing shoes for this kind of walking. In all honesty, he probably doesn’t even own a pair of shoes designed for support anymore. Everything he buys nowadays is for the vibe.

God, he feels like a poser all of a sudden.

Two miles probably shouldn’t be that big a deal, but after the night he’s had, the pain building in his feet is draining every last bit of his energy to the point of debating just calling Steve tomorrow. The only thing stopping him is the knowledge that Steve probably, definitely, saw him run out the door and is probably worried sick.

Despite the little demon in his brain telling him that after he takes a good look at all the skeletons in his closet he won’t care to look for him, Eddie knows that Steve is too good a guy to let even the lowest of low lives get lost in the Hawkins woods.

The good thing about the walk is that he gets to rehearse every imaginable scenario for how his impending interaction with Steve will go.

“Hey babe, sorry about running off like that. Now let me explain about those murders.”

No.

“Wild about those Playgirls right? I don’t know how they even got those pictures!”

Also no.

“Please, please don’t leave me. I swear half this shit is made up anyway. Please.”

Well, maybe.

The last block of his walk passes in a blur, like his brain can’t process that the walking is almost over. Consequently, the sight of Steve sitting on his front porch feels like a mirage. Something distant and perfect that could slip right through his fingers if he’s not careful.

He stops, his fashionable but painful boots finding purchase in the dewy, patchy grass of his rented front lawn.

Steve is always stupidly beautiful to Eddie. The guys say he has rose-tinted glasses on, but they don’t know what they’re talking about. They’ve only seen Steve through grainy photographs that don’t do him justice. They see him like the placid lake in a pleasant but static panorama that hangs in a high-class office, while Eddie sees the bubbling, splendid life hiding beneath.

Steve is good at presenting an unflappable, calm facade. He acts like he’s above it all, and Eddie, so far, has let him think that the people closest to him can’t see that his heart is perpetually stuck in the trenches.

All of that veneer is stripped from Steve in this moment.

He looks tired.

He looks scared.

Eddie feels like his heart is going to shrivel up in his chest. Wayne must have been wrong. All that time Eddie spent telling himself it would work out on his walk here was just him selling himself a fairytale. Steve is scared, but he’s being brave so he can let Eddie down and leave him behind for good.

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to ignore the breath stalling in his throat and the burning behind his eyes. He can do this. Good things rarely last for him, he shouldn’t be surprised this is how it’s going to end.

He closes his eyes, letting himself have one more moment of peace before his heart splinters in his chest.

Which means he doesn’t see Steve make his way towards him, his vintage Nikes soft enough in the soles to muffle his soft footsteps. It’s not until he feels warm, slightly calloused hands cupping his cheeks, that he even realizes that Steve has come closer.

Eddie flinches on instinct, too wound up to expect the gentle, insistent kindness Steve reaches out with. He doesn’t let it deter him, just curls his fingers so his ring and middle fingers cup just behind the curve of his ear, teasing the baby hairs found there.

“Eddie,” He breaths out. And, oh, that’s not the voice of somebody who’s getting ready to break his heart, not at all. Eddie opens his eyes, and that’s not the face of someone who’s afraid of him, maybe the opposite.

Maybe he didn’t see them, then, the skeletons in his closet. Maybe Eddie will still have to tell him and watch the fear bubble up and the care drip out. The thought makes his breath hitch, but he doesn’t look away.

“Eddie. I know, it’s ok.” Steve’s voice is rough and soft at the same time, a beautiful contradiction that obscures the meaning of his words for a moment. Eddie scrunches as the answer comes to him. That can’t be right. He must be talking about something else. Maybe the rehab, maybe the overdose that preceded it, because Steve wouldn’t be looking at him like that if he were talking about Chrissy.

“You don’t know, I-I” He needs to say it, but the atoms in his body are resisting. They want to stay in Steve’s orbit for as long as they can. Let his beautiful eyes and his beautiful hands and his beautiful voice cradle him into the long night, and they know that everything they touch goes ugly.

Steve deserves anything but the ugly of Eddie’s life.

“I know Eddie. I have known. The entire time. Since we met.” The words don’t register, not fully.

“Wha-”

And now Steve is the one who looks guilty, which is absurd.

“Fuck, this is so stupid.” Steve pinches his nose, a tell Eddie has learned to mean anything from Steve feeling mild exasperation to Steve pushing down tears. He hopes it’s not the latter, he doesn’t think he could handle seeing Steve cry on top of everything else. “Robin got really into those true crime radio shows for a while, like…three years ago?” Steve starts, not looking Eddie in the eye, but clinging tight to the back of his shirt, not letting go.

“She made me listen to them all the time, would just change the station whenever she got in my car like I wanted to listen to a bunch of washed up 30 something act like they know shit about fuck.” Which…Eddie is aware that people talk about what happened. They like to bring it up every anniversary, every album drop, every birthday, every time there isn’t a better headline to print, but radio shows?

“You knew?” It seems impossible that Steve could have known, really known, what happened before he agreed to let Eddie take him out. Not the full of it, anyway.

“I don’t really give a shit what Jim, or John, or Jerremy with a microphone or Jan and Josie on the morning news have to say about my boyfriend.” There’s that little bitchy furrow of his brow that Eddie is learning to love. He kind of wants to bite it, which is really not an appropriate thought to have during what feels like one of the most important conversations he’s had in the last five years.

“I ran, Steve.” Because that’s always been the sticking point, for him, for everyone. He ran. He got locked in a closet, listened to the nicest girl in his school get mangled to death through the other side, and ran before he even knew she was gone.

Ran and didn’t look back.

Ran until the soles of his feet bled and the sirens caught up.

Ran and didn’t even try to help. Didn’t even try to save her.

And then he ran again tonight. Nothing changed. Nothing new. The same Eddie he was on the worst night of his life.

The same Eddie that only an uncle could love.

But maybe, impossibly, he’s wrong again. Because they haven’t said the words, and it feels too fast to be something he can recognize on sight, but Steve is looking at him with eyes full of love and understanding.

“It sounded scary.” It was. By god, had he been scared.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry about Chrissy.” So is he, every day.

“I would have run, too,” Steve says.

It feels like a lie—or, no. It feels like Steve is telling him what he thinks is the truth, underestimating himself with full confidence. Eddie knows, somewhere deep in his bones beyond his rational thought, that Steve would stand his ground in the face of even the worst monsters—in the face of Henry Creel.

But it’s enough, somehow, to hear him say it. To hear Steve say that not only does he know, actually truly know, but that he understands.

I love you, the thinks. “Thank you,” he says.

Steve smiles, slow and charming and tilting up on one side. Eddie lets himself wrap his arms fully around him, still a little unsure of his welcome but willing to try just about anything to get a little bit closer to that smile. “Of course, baby. You know you’re not the only one with a couple of demons hanging around. I’m just sorry you didn’t get to tell me in your own time,” Steve says.

Steve is running a hand through his hair now, settling flyaway hairs from his mad dash like he has any hope of getting them to stay.

Maybe it’s better this way, Eddie thinks to himself. For all the drama, all the fear, Eddie doesn’t know if he would have ever been brave enough to say it himself. He might have gone months, years, with this secret eating him alive, wondering if Steve would leave him when he found out, taking their little burgeoning family with him when he left/

At least this way, Eddie knows. It should have been his choice, Steve is right, but at least he doesn’t have to live with the ‘what if?’ anymore.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and lets it go. The worst as passed, the storm has moved on, and Eddie would really, truly like to sleep for at least twelve hours straight and take these boots off before his feet bleed.

For now, though, he lets himself tuck into the safety of his boyfriend’s neck and close his eyes, just for a moment. Steve continues to pet his hair, carefully detangling the strants, and lets out a low humm of contentment, like he’s completely happy to stand with Eddie in the patchwork grass for as long as he’d like.

A beat passes where they just listen to the crickets sing and the cars rumble in the distance.

It’s Steve who speaks first.

“And hey, maybe when you’re feeling a little better, we can look through that Playgirl together.”

Eddie smiles.

How the hell did he get so lucky?

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