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the-moons-tears · 7 months ago

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Alhaitham x reader NSFW

Smuuuuuuut

HELP IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN.

NSFW MDNI

this is from a poll I did a while back and never got to but now I am!! This guy goes from submissive to dom by the end god he’s so hot

ENJOY BC I LOVED WRITING THIS

Preview: "Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

soft pillows and cream colored sheets shifted as the tired scholar fell on top of them. The akademiya used to require little of him, but the recent promotion to acting grand sage meant that now he had a lot to deal with. the amount of people asking him questions and creating a loud atmosphere was too much for him to handle. it wore him and his ears out to the point he had to just leave, heading straight home to his shared apartment.

kaveh was on a job and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, meaning alhaitham could actually find rest in his room. you were there that day working on a project of your own in the living room. Both men had said you could come over anytime, so you usually took advantage of that kindness when things got too busy at your own place.

Seeing al haitham open the door and go straight to his room made you curious. the project was practically done, so you decided to follow him back there. it was unusual to see him this tired, as he worked to be anything but that, so you wanted to ask him if he needed anything.

quietly, you opened the door to the grey haired man's room and peeked in, calling out in a soft tone, "haitham? are you awake?"

that earned a lazy wave of a hand, which you took as a sign to come in. when you scanned the room, you noticed he had taken his headphones off and placed them on a nightstand by the bed. ohh...something was definitely up. al haitham told you in the past, when you asked why he wore them all the time, that he had very sensitive ears. Loud noises annoyed and overwhelmed him, so the noise canceling headphones helped. with soft steps you walked over and tapped his shoulder, getting him to turn his head from the covers to look at you.

"can i do anything for you to make you less stressed?"

"yeah..." the handsome man grunted, "would you mind massaging my back? Pretty sure there’s a couple knots"

smiling, you let out a little huff before climbing up and over al haitham to sit on his lower back, your knees propping you up slightly. his jacket was already off on a nearby couch, leaving him in his plain skin tight top that very clearly showed all the muscles along his back. with your thumbs, you started pressing along his shoulder blades and wherever you felt there was a knot or a tense area.

he hummed when something felt good, letting out a bit of a grunt if you pressed in a really tense spot that needed to be worked out. occasionally, al haitham mumbled into the sheets, whispering things like, "mm...feels good there- maybe a bit harder if you can"

when you were pressing along his nape, continuing your expert work, you got an idea when glancing further up at his head. Those pink tipped ears were uncovered...and you were the only person he let touch them...

hand movements slowed on his nape and slid down his skin to suddenly press on his lower back and waist. immediately, his back arched up since it was unexpected, being a completely different pressure from what you had done so far. al haitham's hands reached back to grab yours out of instinct, but you moved your hands away at the last second. grabbing his wrist, you pinned them together on his lower back, putting weight onto him so it would be difficult for him to try to get up.

his face turned to the side as he tried to look at what you were doing. "what are-ahha-mm wait-"

as soon as he turned his face, you leaned down and started kissing those sensitive ears of his, nipping a bit. Alhaitham’s hips pressed into the mattress, and you could feel his fists clench in your grasp. it always made you feel giddy when the powerful and collected man was reduced to such a state because of you, squirming and trying to get more friction somewhere. Pretty grey eyelashes fluttered closed as he let you do what you wanted.

"plea-please more ah-" that voice started to break, the usual calm tone replaced with a more desperate one, something no one would ever believe the great acting sage would have. His occasional words were punctuated by a jolt of his hips into the sheets, making your stomach flip. Both of you knew where this was going

“Haitham, you’ve been stressed ya?” You whispered lowly, pressing your lips to his ear. his voice was practically singing, moans and soft whimpers grew louder as you tormented his weak spots. Alhaitham knew he could probably break his hands away to stop you, but did he really want that?

he let out a particularly loud sound when you licked the outside of his ear, hips stuttered into the sheets under you. It was easy to tell that some certain fabrics were definitely strained in some places. he panted and whined into the pillow his head rested on, his lips parted ever so slightly. grey brows scrunched together every move you made with your tongue along his ear.

"it’s- so much- other side...mmm~ please..."

Who were you to deny that lust filled plea? Turning haitham’s face, his eyes were wild. They were hungry, begging, having one goal in mind. gently, you brushed grey strands away, accidentally grazing across his ear. a muffled whimper came from his throat and you came back down.

his face tilted up and lewd whimpers erupted from his mouth, pleas to let him feel you while you kissed his ears, desperate hips driving into the sheets. Large hands shifted around in your grip, making it hard to stay in one place over him.

oh it felt good for you too. your legs straddled his lower back that occasionally rose and fell with his hips, causing some friction between the fabric of your thighs and center. Whenever you yourself made a noise, the sound would vibrate to his skin, making him go crazy, so much so that al haitham couldn't take it any longer. he needed to touch you like you had him, make you the one under him.

the handsome man broke his hands away and flipped onto his back. after grabbing your lower waist, he sat up with heavy breaths. his mouth latched on to your neck, his tongue worked relentlessly over a spot he knew was sensitive, toned arms moving to firmly wrap around your figure.

"cmon now~ you wanted to help me relieve stress…please let me…it’ll feel good for you too” that dominant manner of his returned pretty quickly, but who was complaining.

"but-i wanted to make this about you, you've been so tired..." you retorted. It was true, but you also just didn't want to stop teasing him with his weakness just yet. while he was kissing your neck, your fingers came to caress his face, thumbs brushing over his ears. Those rough hands dragged down your clothes, eager to get them off after what you had done to him.

"alright then...touch my body. bare hands on bare flesh? i need you please won't you touch me more?" lustful eyes hazily looked up at you, little smile spreading on his face when you nodded. before he laid back down, alhaitham removed his skintight black top and threw it to the side, not caring for where it landed despite his usually organized system of things. he then laid down with his chest and stomach wide open to you, his muscular arms up and underneath the pillow he rested his head on. Your hips now rested right above his hard on, and those eyes swirled with a consuming want, green gleaming from his embedded jewel.

your hands ran from his prominent collarbone to the v line by his hips, earning soft groans that vibrated through his steadily rising lungs. the soft padding on his chest was warm, you couldn't help but play with it. He laughed once, still finding your attraction to his chest as curious as the first time you saw him without a shirt, although you were staring long before.

while you leaned in to kiss his sensitive ears, your hands continued to roam up and down his sculpted form. for a while you stayed, making him lose himself, until you wanted more. Fingers worked down his body hastily, starting to play with the lining of his pants.

"Yeah come on-hah…" haitham’s voice sounded just as eager as you were, adjusting his hips for you to pull the fabric down enough. Slowly you set him free from the tight constraints, watching as his weeping cock throbbed when you pulled everything down. Your eyes stayed on his, catching his lips part when your fingers danced over his skin. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you gave an experimental squeeze. He jolted immediately, brows furrowing in pleasure.

“…you get so sensitive when you’re pent up huh haitham baby?” You gave another drag up his length, feeling the bit of precum at his tip drip onto your fingers. Thumb came up to his tip lightly, swirling around the swollen head. Haitham grunted lowly at that, watching you like a predator. Settling back in between his thighs, you watched his glistening chest rise, giving a long stroke as his lungs raised, noticing the hitch in his breath.

Bringing up a hand, you licked the ends of your fingers, bringing them back down to start working him. You made a mental note to do this more often, watching him fall apart in your hands. Steadily you worked his cock, letting his hips give you a pace that he wanted you to stroke him with. Weeping tip continuously gave beads of pre that helped you to lube your hands, creating a soft wet sound every time your hands went up and down him. His groaning whimpers filled the silence with it, bed creaking softly in the background as well.

You focused on his tip a minute in, watching his eyes scrunch shut, stuttering over an inhale. “God I needed this…needed you to help me de-stress…I thought about you doing this, but fuck~ didn’t think I’d get so addicted to it. Keep going come on a little faster~”

Speeding up accordingly, you let him buck into your hands. One hand worked his base in a sort of twist motion as the other swiped over his swollen head. His cock wasn’t so big that your hands had so much room to work, but archons he had girth, and you loved when it slid in and out of you the most. This might be close though, seeing how much you affect him.

You could tell he was getting close by his breathing, chest rising as his head tilted up to the ceiling, eyes still trained down at your diligently working hands. “Are you close haitham? Want to cum?”

You got repeated “mhmm”’s in whined response, making you speed up on him, feeling the muscles in his inner thighs against you tense. Leaning close, you bit the shell of his ear, and that was the final act. His hands gripped the pillow under his head as a sinful groan escaped him. His cock spit out rope after rope of pent up release, coating his toned stomach and your hands, reaching as high as his chest.

The shock of orgasm rippled through him, and it took a good few seconds for him to catch his breath. Bringing his hands out from underneath, they shot out to you. Rough hands grabbed your thighs and squeezed, head turning to capture your lips that were against his ear. The sloppy kiss consumed both of you, tongues swirling all over and in each other's mouths. Alhaitham tilted his head to fit with yours more, his tongue moving over the underside of your teeth and more.

calloused hands hastily glided under the shirt you wore and played with the landscape of your back, which made you groan into his mouth. he happily took it all in as his tongue ravaged your mouth. one hand was taken from under your shirt and put on the back of your head to push you into his lips more. the other hand moved a bit lower to your waist, bringing your hips to press you down onto him with passion.

Breaking apart, he sat up with you, smirk played on his god-like features. That look was deadly, and meant that you were far from done helping him. slowly, he put pressure between his still hard cock and your wet core. his hips rocked into you while he watched your face.

"Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

those sheets were well messed up when you two continued into the afternoon. you had worked his energy up, so now he had to expend it. it was a mess of lust and passion and neither of you could push away the feelings. no one would interrupt. it was just you two in the creaking bed long into the dusk hours.

Guys bye-

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crimsonbubble · 2 years ago

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I’m BEGGING you more reader being the barracks bunny for the shadow conpany, but this time reader acting all tough and bratty towards them but deep down she just wants their attention after they’ve been ignoring her and focusing more on their missions:(

brat tamer!graves??? brat tamer!shadows???

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!graves & shadows, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mandhandling, oral, masterbation, slight choking, dacryphilia, spanking, fingering, edging, overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny

[IM SO HAPPY YALL ARE LOVING THE SHADOW COMPANY X READER STUFF SJSKSBSJ] special tags for @waltzthegenderfluidpan @smmy-winchster

MINORS DNI!!

you're sitting by the shadows as they get their mission briefing except no one is trying to finger fuck you into oblivion

you know that their line of work isn't the easiest but they usually spend any and all moments of their free time with you

so when they're all getting ready for missions, they reduced you to an errand bunny

asking you to get things for them, drop things off for them to other people and only being rewarded with kisses to your cheek or forehead

going to bed cold and alone bc all of your fav shadows are out on field

once the mission is done and they're all back, you've resorted to minimal contact with all of them

doing the bare minimum, sneaking off after mumbling snarky remarks and giving them all the cold shoulder

it's only a few days into the cold shoulder treatment and all the shadows are getting more and more irritated as you deny their advances

a shadow finally speaks to their commander about it, who advised them to let him handle it

graves corners you when you're alone in the common room, his stare is stern yet gentle

there's no real need to ask what was wrong, graves knew what was wrong

without any thought, another snippy remark leaves your lips. you froze as soon as you processed the words that fell from your lips

as graves manhandled you over his lap, he all but ripped your shorts and underwear down your legs

not a second later and you feel a hard smack to your ass

it was just one after the other, leaving your cheeks red and sore with handprints

you were shaking in graves' lap, tears soaking into the couch cushions

feeling something cold drip onto your aching hole before fingers were pushed into you, immediately curling them up against your sweet spot

you tried to squirm away, the harsh and quick pace he set was overwhelming

graves simply held your hips down, continuing his onslaught on your slicked hole

a few shadows decided to stay and watch the show, watching how easily their commander gets reactions out of you

there's too many sensations you're feeling, it's all muddling together

just as quickly as the pleasure built, graves had pulled away

the fullness of his fingers leaving you empty and aching

the process repeats for god knows how long, the hours started blending together

bringing you to the edge of sweet sweet relief before all of it was snatched from under you

it left you squirming, needy and sore in your commander's lap, pleas falling on deaf ears

there's noises of shifting around you but you don't have the strength to look

before you know it, you're being placed on the now empty coffee table

your shirt is tugged off of you, hands immediately honing in on fondling and groping your chest

your pushed up on the table, your head hanging off the edge

you peer up at the shadow in front of you, eyeing the way their cock twitches mere inches away from your face

they tap their tip against your cheeks before slipping through your lips, their hand on your neck as they used your mouth

your hands were led to more cocks, their hands encasing yours and they fuck into your fist

graves' hand is still between your legs, rubbing against your sweet spot

with a quick whistle, graves moves, his position filled by another shadow

it took mere seconds for the emptiness to be filled again, filled with a thick and heavy cock

each thrust made you gag and sputter around the cock in your mouth

the ones fucking your hands, encasing yours with theirs, squeezing your hand around them tighter

they fucked into your fist even faster, nearing their release as they watched you choke around the cock in your mouth. their release coated your hands in a sticky white gloss

the shadow fucking your mouth, held your head up as he spilled in your mouth

swallowing without a second thought and sticking your tongue out like you always do

the shadow that's situated between your legs, uses the moment to his advantage

holding your thighs up and apart as he spears his cock into you, he twitched twice before painting your walls white

as you tried to process what just happened you were moved from the table to rest against someone's chest

you felt it before you saw it, two cocks pressed against your hole

sandwiched between two of the biggest shadows to take both of their cocks at the same time

one quickly slipped in, holding your hips down as the other shadow slipped in beside him

the stretch burned, making you shiver and arch your back

they moved in opposing rhythms, never leaving you empty

each moan was breathier and whinier than the last

you could barely keep your eyes focused long enough to see the shadows that still have yet to have their turn are hungrily stroking themselves

you're beyond fucked out by the end of the night, clinging onto whoever is in front of you

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uceyliyahh · 2 months 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 a knife, mention of blood, disposal of a body, gun, drugs, unprotected sex, sex tape.

word count: 8.6k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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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San Diego, California - 4:00PM

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

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

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

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

“Hey baby.” Jimmy greeted her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A moan escaped their lips.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, daddy?”

“Yeah, I would mama only for you.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He belonged to someone else.

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

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

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

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

“Hey princess, whatchu doing?” Jimmy asked.

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

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

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

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

“B-Bo, whatchu doing?”

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

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

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

“We could share my lunch with each other.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm, fuck Jimmy.” Genesis moaned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yess daddy it’s feel so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jimmyy baby.” Geneiss moaned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Forever Bo.”

—

Pechanga Arena - 12:30AM

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

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

“Anything about his whereabouts?” Jimmy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Staring deeply into his soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You fucking bastard.”

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

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

“Any last words?”

“I should’ve fuc—“

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

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

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

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

—

Hilton San Diego Bayfront - 2:00AM

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

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

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

“Hey, Bo.” Genesis greeted him.

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

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

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

“I’m not heavy am I mama?”

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

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

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

“What Bo?” Genesis asked.

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

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

“It’s gonna happen, don't worry.”

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

He was the one

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

“Do you ever think about it, Gigi?”

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

“Wondering what mamas?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm, Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouu Daddy.” Genesis whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was his ride or die And so was he.

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

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

GUARDED

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

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

STAY UCEY.

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kindnessoverperfection · 2 years ago

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I want to break down a common point of conflict when addressing NPD stigma.

A lot of hangups people have tend to be along the lines of "but I DO see a lot of people with actual NPD who are acting in toxic or abusive ways".

This will be kind of long, so bear with me.

Point #1: People are way more likely to be diagnosed if they exhibit "stereotypical" symptoms.

There's this image of NPD as a disorder that is only present in those with patterns of destructive behavior towards others. Many therapists have this conception. (Shockingly, the mental health field is not perfect & without stigma.)

Gonna copy-paste this here from my other blog (so forgive me if you've seen it before), because it's a good example.

Three people are criticized at work. Their boss yells at them for their performance in front of everyone. Person A gets mad and defensive. They yell back, using cutting remarks as a way to try and ease the distress they feel. Person B acts really mature and responsible the whole time, nodding along and agreeing and promising to do better, just desperate to maintain and improve their status. Desperate to be liked. Later they go home and handle their distress through self-destructive means, and spend the next few months overworking themself to the point of illness. Person C doesn't seem to respond much at all. They go quiet and seem distant. They don't lash out or lash in, but for the next month or so, their productivity drops. They simply aren't able to focus on work or self-care, no matter how hard they try. The stress is overwhelming. All three of these people have the same root issues, but only the first would be labeled a narcissist. Outwards behaviors and presentations don't reflect the pain, distress, and difficulties with life that are underlying them.

So, three main things happen.

There ends up being a higher rate of people with destructive behaviors who are diagnosed with NPD

The people who don't particularly exhibit behaviors and are considered ""too nice to have it"" are overlooked entirely (and never get any sort of help for their underlying issues, yayyy)

People are more likely to be more honest about "ugly" symptoms / symptoms that are frowned down upon than they are in other mental health communities.

(Also some people decide to act super edgy about it, which is annoying but here we are. Some of them are trolls.)

(And while I'm at it, some people are misdiagnosed with NPD because a psych sees someone who committed a violent crime and is like "uhh slap them with the Evil Asshole™ disorders!! no further thought given.")

Point #2: People who have messed up are not inhuman monsters who deserve no help or support

While I do think it's important for people to understand that patterns of toxic behaviors aren't the ONLY way NPD can present, I'm not going to let the conversation stop at "some of us are nice though!!"

Human beings aren't RPG characters who can be sorted into "monster" or "ally". Every single person has done something hurtful, has messed up, exhibits some sort of behavior that puts strain on their relationships sometimes.

So I'll bullet point some aspects of this that need to be talked about.

People without NPD also commonly exhibit toxic behaviors, but people ignore that nowadays. Either they armchair diagnose anyone who's slightly rude, or they only focus on it in pwNPD and ignore it in themselves or others. NTs can be jerks too, and they're probably less likely to acknowledge it than pwNPD who are constantly watching and checking themselves and analyzing their behaviors and attempting to do better.

Assuming that NPD makes someone abusive doesn't help anyone. Can it impact behaviors, and make it more difficult for people to be self-aware? Of course. But an important step in healing from any mental health condition (especially personality disorders, ime) is realizing that you're not inherently ""bad"", and that you can take responsibility for your actions and learn to deal with things in constructive ways. Just going "NPD makes people bad, full stop"- other than being a mean shitty thing to say- absolves people of guilt and asserts that there's no reason for them to try and improve.

Yes, it's okay for people to hate their abusers. Their abuser. Not an entire community of people who happen to (maybe) share a trait with them.

Building on the above point, people tend to go in defense mode when they hear things like "pwNPD who have acted in toxic ways can learn to improve their behavior", "people shouldn't be saying awful things about folks with this condition", etc. because they automatically try to apply this to their abuser. Interpersonal situations are very different from society-wide mental health access. No, don't stay with your abuser expecting them to change, and don't hold onto the hope that they will. No, don't censor yourself or your hatred or anger towards them. Just don't make blanket statements about a disorder that they may or may not have- blame their abusive actions, not their mental health.

"I hate you for your abusive actions and the harm that you caused me." =/= "I hate a group of people because of an inherent unchangeable part of them that's tied directly to severe childhood trauma they suffered. Because of it, they're evil and unlovable and are incapable of change. They're inhuman and will never experience real connection with others." ..........See the difference??

Even if there were a disorder with a 100% rate of toxic douchey behaviors, I'd want the conversation around it to be changed. I'd want different words to be used to divide up the spaces and conversations and resources, so that survivors of abusive or toxic behavior can get help, but that the disorder still has space to be treated. Otherwise, there are zero resources for healing. Nothing is being done to help these people or solve the issue. They're just told they may as well not try. They're blocked from healthcare entirely, despite how the entire point of being diagnosed with a condition is supposed to be to treat it.

There's a wide range of people who have NPD- it presents in many different ways, a person who has it may or may not exhibit harmful behaviors- but no one deserves to be denied treatment or told they're unlovable because of a condition they have that was formed from trauma.

Speak out against abusive behavior. Don't destroy healthcare for a medical condition.

#actuallynpd #npd stigma #narcissistic personality disorder

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graveyrdvamp18 · 6 months ago

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i'm bored, , so here's what i think of each lost boy

i'm gonna do this one vamp at a time so i don't get overwhelmed, starting off with this mullet king

david

• he's a self - proclaimed leader

since he's the first turned and seemingly the most mature one, as each boy joined the gang, he took it upon himself to look after everyone. cause he cared for them ? that could be a factor, but also cause of his controlling nature

• he loves to read

david seems like he secretly loves to read, and im talking about newspapers, too. he even has reading glasses. and i would know this cause i am the glasses. anyway, as far as genres, maybe horror, mystery, and throw in a little romance from time to time

• he is the most possessive of his belongings

this man does NOT share. and he will be mad if he catches anybody besides him with his stuff

• he is the smartest

okay so i'm not calling the others stupid, vampires in general are intelligent beings. i'm just saying david is extremely smart, but this is also what makes him very, very good at manipulation. a master manipulator, if you will. and it's not just with the mind games he can play, with his words, his expressions. he knows exactly what to do or say to get you

• anger issues

something tells me if he's not the one who comes up and speaks to you first, don't even try. he would probably just ignore you or tell you to go away. this is probably something he picked up from his father (not max), and i don't necessarily think it's shown in the movie, just from his energy, makes me think that

• not the biggest fan of sweets

i keep switching from serious to silly things, but that's just how i roll, anywayy. he doesn't hate sweets or candy, just could live without them. he hates the stomach ache you can get after, and probably how sugary they are. the only sweet i think he can handle is cookies, more specifically snickerdoodles

• david has the highest level of maturity

i've actually read about this on here, i can't remember the person's user, but i just remember how they talked of how he dresses and how he talks, and i have to say i agree. he does indeed dress and talk completely different from his three vampire bros. this also makes me think that david is definitely an old soul and he was probably forced to grow up instead of having the freedom of being a wild and care-free child

• black and red are his favorite colors

more specifically darker shades of red, he hates bright colors. probably would complain it's hurting his poor eyes and he's going blind

• cares about his health.. a lot

there's absolutely nothing wrong with caring about your health. although the man's main diet is bl0od, clearly they can still eat human food. he eats junk food still and is definitely always down for some pasta or a good burger, but he tries to maintain a healthy way of eating. maybe he tried encouraging the other boys to do so, but gave up cause he was getting no where

• keeps things clean

if he sees a mess, he cleans it. or gets one of the others to clean it cause they caused it. the cave is definitely organized, and that was probably thanks to David. cause you can see during any cave scene how it's an organized mess

• his favorite food is pasta

already mentioned this briefly, but please he would fck up olive garden. i just know they would hate to see him coming

• despises loud noises

this includes the TV being too loud, loud crunching, any kind of beeping and so on. it pisses him off

• stupid nicknames

can't stand them. the other boys definitely have silly nicknames for him like 'pookie' and 'davey' and so on, and he wants to curl up every time

• early birdy

as soon as the sun sets, david is the first to wake up. mainly cause he loves night time. even before he was turned, he was always a night owl. he probably snuck out into a field near his childhood house a few times

• writing

there's really no doubt in my mind that david loves to write. he has many journals stored away cause he considers them personal. he has such a high guard up that whenever somethings wrong, he turns to paper and pen. he also has the most beautiful handwriting out of all of them

☆ what he could've been

i feel like if david was never turned, he would've wanted to be in a major career. he would've been an excellent psychologist. he would've wanted to start his own family, and have kids, probably out in the west.

he misses this at times, the chances and hopes that he lost, but despite that, i actually think he loves being a vampire. he loves the chase, the thrill of it all. he loves doing whatever he wants, whenever he pleases

one last thing, this man loves music. all 4 of them do, really. i feel like he'd listen to anything that isn't rap or pop. he also listens to country but doesn't let the other boys know that, they'd probably never let him live it down

let me know what you think ! whether you agree or disagree, i'm open-minded

i love david, honestly. i know he wouldn't love me back, cause I mean, have we watched the same movie ? but he's still my pookie bear

#the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #david the lost boys #i love this guy #the lost boys fandom #kiefer sutherland

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fivestaralien · 10 months ago

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headphones and other accessories

-> jeongin x gn!reader

warnings"+: talks of being mentally overstimulated, mentally slipping in public a little, jeongin is always paying attention and best boyfieee word count: 821 a.n.// probably my fav one ive written so far. I wish I had someone to help me like this when I feel too much in public so this is definitely self indulgent. lmk if I miss anything and if anyone can relate to this im sorry you have to deal with this:( it sucks but my messages are always open! please stay safe everyone!

The pounding in your head was getting worse by the second. It didn’t help that everyone around you was in their own conversions which amplified the loud sounds. Now don't get it twisted, you love being around your friends, but right now the overstimulation was becoming suffocating and you were beginning to panic.

Everything is beginning to blend together as your eyes start to glaze over and all you want to do is go home. Normally you would’ve tugged Jeongins sleeve, letting him know your social battery was dead, but it had been so long since everyone could go out like this so you didn’t want to ruin that. It had only been an hour and he looked so happy, laughing along to jokes and animatedly talking about something that happened on tour.

Jeongin could tell though. He knows you too well not to.

He first noticed when you kept checking your phone and messing with the fidget ring he had gotten you for your one year anniversary. Then you started talking less and staring off into the space around you. The final thing that sent him into protective boyfriend mode was when you started sniffing. You only did that when you were holding back tears, trying not to disturb others as you were silently suffering these overwhelming feelings.

Without alarming the guys he reaches his hand over to rest on your thigh, gently kneading it to let you know that he’s here. Jeongin continues his conversation like nothing's wrong which you appreciate. He knows how much you hate when the guys coddle you when they notice you struggling in public.

Both your hands fly to his wrist in search of your favorite accessory that he never takes off. The fidget bracelet that matches your ring. The metal spheres glide back and forth against the skin of Jeongins wrist, making his heart grow warm. Knowing he is helping ease your mind, in turn eases his own, even if it’s just for a little.

“Do we need to leave?” He whispers in your ear, leaning far enough in front of you so you wouldn’t look at anyone except him.

Jeongin always does this so you wouldn't base your feeling on how you thought they were feeling but on how you were. In his own words, after the first time you accidentally let yourself slip, “Tell me what you need as if it’s just us two. Only your feelings matter right now, okay?”

That had only been a few months after you officially started dating and you knew after that, that you were falling hard and fast for him. No one has ever been so gentle and patient with you as Jeongin has and still to this day he only gets better. You thank the universe everyday for dropping him into your life. You look at him then back down to his bracelet you were still fidgeting with.

“I can handle another half hour.” You tell him.

He has no reason to second guess you since he made you promise to never lie for the sake of hurting other people’s feelings. Jeongin looks your face over before nodding and then leans back in his seat. Your brain panics when his hand retracts from your thigh, but when you see him only grabbing something from his bag, it calms you a little.

To your complete surprise, a pair of wireless headphones are placed on your lap, brand new.

“I already connected them to your phone.”

You look up at him with furrowed brows and a frown but he was already back to talking with Hyunjin. The bracelet finds its way back between your fingers the second he drapes his arm across your lap, hand resting on the outside of your thigh. You try not to cry as you stare down at the black headphones but it wasn’t really working that well.

Quickly you grab your phone, going into the settings app then clicking the bluetooth section. Your eyes sting even more as you see the name you're sure Jeongin set as he connected them. ‘my universe<3’

You press the power button on the headphones and watch the screen as it connects to your phone, then put them on your head. The difference in sound between when you didn’t have them on, to having them on is astounding. The world became a lot more tolerable now that the mix between the cafe music and your friends loud voices were deafened.

You don’t bother putting any music on, the random conversations around you are entertaining enough now that you are calming down a little. Once again your hands go to the bracelet but you made sure to squeeze his hand as a thank you before fully letting yourself space out.

Jeongin squeezes back, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and can’t help but internally coo at how adorable the headphones looked on you.

// my skz masterlist , all masterlists

#kpop imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #jeongin fluff #jeongin imagines #yang jeongin imagines #yang jeongin fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #kpop fluff #i.n. imagines #i.n. fluff

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abbotjack · 3 months ago

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hi just wanted to come her and tell you that i truly love everything you’ve been putting out and im wondering whats to come🤔 would you mind telling us about any fics/requests ur working on? just somethings to look forward to :))

also as a writer myself, how do you handle requests? do you just go with the ones that inspires you most atm or do you go by the order in which they entered your inbox? i sometimes go with the first option and feel a little guilty 🤣🥲

hi!! first of all, thank you so much for saying that — it really does mean a lot 🖤 and yeah, as someone who’s still kind of new to sharing my writing, i definitely get overwhelmed sometimes. but honestly? i love getting requests. it’s really cool to me that someone would take the time to think about a story and send it my way. because of that, i usually just go with whatever i have the most inspiration for in the moment — i never want to half-ass something. if someone cared enough to send it in, i want to care enough to do it justice. and honestly, people have been super understanding about that, which i'm really grateful for.

and since you asked, here’s some of the stuff sitting in my notes app right now:

part three of the life we built series : this picks up after reader and jack’s daughter is born — it’ll cover her first twelve months of life, but not in a montage-y way. i want it to really show how their lives change: the little things like jack falling asleep with her on his chest after night shifts, their first trip to the lake with her, the quiet moments where reader second-guesses herself as a mom and jack grounds her without even realizing he’s doing it. it’s going to be very domestic but layered too — lots of marriage dynamics, balancing work and family, seeing jack in this new phase of life without losing the parts of him that have always been there. i want every month to feel like its own chapter of growth, not just for their daughter but for their relationship too.

an addition to the handoff universe (pre-wedding story) : this will be set a few months before their wedding —it’ll probably revolve around some kind of high-stakes night at the hospital (a bad trauma case or a near miss), and how that forces them to confront everything they’ve been putting off talking about — fears, what it means to build a future together, whether they can survive the life they've both chosen. it’ll feel a little heavier than the life we built stuff — more about the growing pains of trying to have it all. i’m consciously not leaning into pregnancy here, since TLWB already covers that side of life. and the universes stay separate — accountant reader vs. attending reader 😭 different lives, different dynamics.

dad’s best friend jack abbot fic (potentially robby’s daughter) : this one’s still brewing, but i’m obsessed with the idea of setting it over fourth of july weekend. reader would have grown up around jack — years of cookouts, pool parties, firework shows — and now she’s grown, back home from college, and the tension’s impossible to ignore. jack’s trying to stay composed because of loyalty (to robby, to her dad, to whatever rules he thinks still apply), but the dynamic is all heat and bad timing. if i go with reader being robby’s daughter, it’ll add even more conflict: not just the age gap, not just the forbidden aspect, but the loyalty jack feels — and the way he starts to realize that loyalty is tearing him up inside. thinking major national anthem x lana del rey energy: reckless, indulgent, a little dangerous, and completely inevitable.

a jack abbot x all too well (10 min version) inspired one-shot : this isn’t going to be a direct retelling of the song, but i’m pulling hard from its structure — moments flashing by, small details that add up to heartbreak. it’ll be one of those fics where you feel the weight of time passing, even if the characters try to pretend it isn’t. probably a former relationship between reader and jack that fell apart because of timing, or choices he made that he thought were protecting her. i want it to be devastating in a quiet way — not loud fights, but all the little silences, the missed moments, the things they almost said. very lyrical, very slow-burn angst.

a one-shot based on girls / girls / boys by panic! at the disco : you, jack, and robby have always been close. too close. the kind of friendship that feels a little dangerous, a little too intimate when no one’s watching. it’s always been half a joke — the three of you piled onto the same barstool, robby slinging his arm around your shoulders like he owns you, jack sitting just a little too close, like he doesn’t trust robby not to do something stupid. you laugh it off. they laugh it off. but everyone feels it — that spark pulling tight between the three of you like a tripwire. the story would open on a night that starts like a thousand others: post-shift beers at some dive bar that should’ve been condemned years ago. the alcohol’s kicking in. the music’s too loud. the glances last a little too long. someone bumps your shoulder and jack’s hand is immediately on your lower back, steadying you — fingers lingering like he forgot he’s supposed to let go. and when robby notices, he doesn’t pull jack away. he grins. like he’s been waiting for this.

i’m trying to make sure each one-shot feels different and actually brings something new, instead of just reworking the same beats over and over! also have a lot of stuff in my inbox.. so really dk what is coming next!

#ask #anon ask #sorry anon this is so long

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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jax with an s/o who is sweet n kind to everyone, handles jax’s bullshit,,,

until one day, one of his pranks just causes them to lose their temper and lash out 🤔??

or like a jax x reader who has anger issues ykyk

Jax x sweet!reader finally snapping

was gonna write this last night but i wanted to draw + im still having some stomach issues that (at least for now) have calmed down a little so!! think imma write this and one more thing then imma get right back to working on art written with you guys already having a good relationship established, can be read as platonic or romantic!

jax doesnt really know when to stop, and when he does he tends to double down because he thinks most of the stuff he does isnt that serious

that in of itself is an issue, since it leads to some conflict between him and other circus members

and today, for the first time youve finally reached your limit

be it jax just being in a pestering mood and you already being overwhelmed from being in the circus; or he took one of his pranks too far with you and ended with hurt feelings.. i think either are likely! maybe even both, the combination pushing you over the edge?

kind of visibly jolts a little when you whip around to look at him, probably also telling him off... eyes wide, maybe his shoulders are a little hunched up in surprise

i mean you usually let his bullshit just roll off of you, and youve never raised your voice at anyone in the circus. ever... so this was definitely new to him

usually, if this were anyone else he might egg the other person on; theres only few exceptions to that.. but i dont think hed be able to bring himself to do it mostly out of shock that you finally got fed up with him

once you two are separated he might spend some time trying to dismiss his guilty feelings and try to mentally frame it as you taking something too hard

again, not the best thing, but jax doesnt seem to be the most mature out of the cast

but i think over time (and after being berated by ragatha for his actions) hes going to admit that he really messed things up, so he might try to patch things over with you

if ragatha getting on his case doesnt push him to fix things, you avoiding him is going to really do it

hes not going to just. not be an asshole overnight, thats going to take time, but i do think it would be obvious that hes trying to not piss you off again.. you can definitely tell hes struggling a bit

i think word would get out about what happened so you two are gonna have fun with that gossip and people sticking their nose in your business, ect ect ect

i dont think he would outright apologize, at least not verbally.. but he will show it in his actions; doing stuff for you that he wouldnt normally do for others like doing some favors for you as well offering you things he knows you like. stuff like that, you know?

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine

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maeberzatto · 1 year ago

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mae girl! i’ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know you’re just getting back but i’ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but it’s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesn’t work at the bear but’ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, he’s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but she’s all like “no.” and she’s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they haven’t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue they’re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and nat’s still stalling like “so are things with you and my brother?” and the reader scoffs and nat’s just like “still not talking to him huh?” and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open she’s all like “look, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shit” and then all you hear is carmy being like “oh, i’m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?” and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camry’s just like “wait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like “y/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?” and then she’s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name “in the kitchen now.” just hearing how he’d say it makes me squirm and squeak 😂😩. and she’s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that he’s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadn’t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea i’ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance 😭.

- 🥣.

i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that

ʚɞ

naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. you’re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you won’t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.

“why the fuck are you here?! i don’t need you messing shit up and crowding me!” he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since it’s the only thing you’ve thought about for the past few days.

nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, “i know my brother. he can’t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.”

so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. “so, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?” she asks.

you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. “taking that as a no.” nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.

"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.

"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.

"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.

he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.

i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.

while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh

#maeberzatto #mae writes!#mae writes: the bear #mae has mail! 💌#mae's anons!#bowl anon #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #mae answers your asks!#mae answers: carmen and reader making up</3

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daddyhausen · 2 years ago

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you could feel him looming behind you

his presence an ever growing shadow that could not seem to lose

his gaze fixated on your figure

only a mere few steps behind you which in turn made you increase your speed

“where you going girly, i just wanna talk”

kenny’s voice lingered in your ears with the echo of the area hallway

“leave me alone, omega. how many times do i gotta fucking tell you?”

you spat words like venom, acidic to his ears

kenny was taken aback with faux shock at your demeanor, despite having witnessed it many a times before hand

“ooh, a feisty one. you got some bite to you, don’t you princess?”

“get lost, you prick!”

you managed to take sanctuary in a nearby storage room

swinging the door open, managing to squeeze yourself in just as his hand caught the door before it closed

“oh come on what will it take for you to leave me alone!?”

your back pressed against the door, trying to shove him out and at least gain a second of peace

“well, i can think of one thing”

kenny’s strength proved too much for you to handle

him having effortlessly pushed his way past you, and into the storage room

his body now barricading you against the door

your body trapped between his arms, his palms either side of your head

“oh hell no-“

“c’mon sweetheart, you know you want me”

“i’d rather fuck one of the bucks-“

your contempt for kenny and the bucks was well documented

their constant torment over the years, seemingly for no apparent reason other than to stir your emotions

it’s a surprise how you haven’t lost your sanity

kenny paused for a second, a small chuckle leaving his lips

“you and i both know that i’m a better fuck than both of them combined”

kenny leaned in, his breath tickling your earlobe on small wisps

his voice low, almost guttural, a soft rasp etched into his words

a sound that made your belly swirl with contempt

and more concerningly lust, arousal

it made your thighs clench together instinctively

your knees weak and mind in a daze

you hated him as he did you, you should not be getting so overwhelmed by this

“go to hell” you managed to seethe through gritted teeth

the blush evident and warm on your cheeks as kenny remained close

“oh princess, if i go, you’re coming with me”

his lips now present against your earlobe, lips barely feathering the skin

his cock hard, pressed up against your inner thigh through the loose fabric of his gym shorts

feeling him throb against you

“don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. i know you’ve thought about me, about how good i could fuck you…”

kenny’s words echoed in your ears sinfully

no matter how much you tried to ignore his persistence

you could not deny how incredibly wet you had become

“i bet you touch yourself while thinking of me”

the blush increased, heat practically radiating off your cheeks

you tried to push him away, though the arousal thrumming through you kept your knees weak and unstable

instead opting for a harsh slap to his cheek

an act which completely left him unfazed

he did not even flinch

“ooh i struck a nerve there didn’t i?”

kenny let a hand fall from beside your face, smoothing down the length of your body before resting on your hip

his thumb looped in the belt buckle of your jeans

“you don’t know shit about me”

“oh really?”

he questioned, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand

you did not protest despite your hatred

he slipped his hand into your jeans, beneath your panties

fingers dancing across your soaked folds, teasing your clit

“then how come you’re so wet for me?”

you could not deny it at this point, it would be incredibly stupid to do so

the way his fingers teased you, toying with you with such ease

a small whimper left your lips, one that he easily caught

“don’t deny the way i make you feel, sweetheart”

you hummed at the feeling of his fingers, only for him to pry them from your void

your sweetness dripped from his fingertips as he licked them clean.

“fuck it”, you thought. you were gonna end up fucking anyway.

you might as well be the first to fully initiate

at least he’d leave you alone after this

dropping to your knees with haste

and much to his surprise, he let you continue

your hands reaching up, prying down the waistband of his gym shorts and freeing his cock

a small groan of pleasure ripped through his throat as you began to give little kitten licks to his tip

“i knew you’d come around eventually” kenny’s playful remark was met with malice on your end

“shut the fuck up im only doing this so you leave me alone”

“sure, whatever you say, princess”

you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so the process would be over quicker

kenny’s hand fell to the back of your head, pushing you further onto his cock so that his tip would be comfortably nestled in the back of your throat

comfortable for him at least

“you have no idea how much i want you…” kenny mumbled under his breath with the hopes that you did not hear

you did, only increasing the heat in your cheeks

his hand locked in your hair, keeping you still as his hips began to buck

effectively fucking your throat with ease

this was not supposed to feel as good as it did.

you could not believe how you managed to stoop so low as to fucking your enemy

“god, never thought you’d look so pretty choking on my cock”

your eyes were not keeping contact with his

instead, rolled back on your skull from the sheer force of his cock

spit pooled in the corners of your lips

a glossy sheen across the length of his cock

now dripping down your chin

“oh fuck-“ kenny grunted

holding your head firmly against his hips

your nose nestled in the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair

as he emptied hot ropes of cum down your throat

feeling the residual throb of his cock against your tongue as he pulled out

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe

still feeling his warmth linger on your tastebuds

he was quick to pull you up by the hair

turning you around so that your face was pressed against the door

his still aching cock grinding against your clothed ass

his movements were swift

his hands now, tugging down your jeans, letting them sit mid thigh before moving onto your panties

“be a good little whore and take every inch of me”

he gave no warning when he was about to enter

and no time given for you to adjust to his size

kenny began his movements with quick, rough thrusts

filling your cunt deep with each movements

“fuck you-“ you seethed through a moan

“sweetheart, you are” he smirked into the crook of your neck

free hand coming up to wrap around your throat

“i’m the only man who fucks you this good. i know you hate to admit it but you love the feeling of my cock, don’t you”

you gave in, succumbing to the pleasure his cock provided with a small nod

“y-yes…” you stuttered, cringing internally at your words

“what was that princess, i didn’t quite catch that?”

“yes, fuck- your cock feels so good”

kenny pressed himself further into you, holding his positioning for a moment to pepper small kisses to your jawline

“good girl, such an obedient little thing”

your thighs began to shake

having to press yourself back against him to stablize yourself

your whines and whimpers flooded kenny’s senses

only fueling the arousal that burned through him

“you’re so fucking close i can feel it”

he began to increase his speed

“cum around my cock, i wanna feel it, sweetheart. make a fucking mess”

“kenny please…”

you cried out through choked moans

spilling around his cock without warning, much to his amusement

he was quick to follow suit, his seed filling you up so deliciously, dripping onto your panties as he pulled out of you

kenny stuffed his cock back into his shorts with haste

quickly pulling your panties and jeans back up

feeling the warmth of his cum radiate against your overstimulated cunt

“kenny?” you hummed, trying to regain your breath

he gave a soft hum in acknowledgment

“i uh…i don’t want this to be a one night stand type of thing…y’know?”

you stammered over your words and your newfound adoration of the man.

“sweetheart…” he began, the nickname he’d been using sounded ridiculously foreign given the context

“you’re more than a one night stand”

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ramshackle-lost-n-found · 1 month ago

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Hello Ramshackle! Im very new here and its my first time seeing this sort of blog (I love it btw 🤍) but is it not tiring to do? 🤔 Like you're constantly asked to look for things does that not make you tired? I'm genuinely curious!

LnF's reflection || running R. Lost n Found

this actually made me think for a bit. some of them i wrote for myself for when i need another reflecting

i don't get to read as much as i used to.

i'm almost always just searching for fics. i don't get to be the reader as much as i used to before opening this blog,

but this decision also became a reason i got to discover so many more blogs and fics i wouldn't know about along with tags i didn't think i'd enjoy as much!

it's exhausting and time consuming.

yes you're right, it is tiring. i made this blog during summer (for me) and i had a lot of free time at that moment so i didn't mind one bit. it kept me busy, i don't get bored, i get to enjoy more fics other than the ones from my following list = win-win.

i get hand cramps a LOT and more than once do i have to take a day to recover from it (it's better now) which is why taking a break is important. take this as a sign to put your phone down right now and do stretches, relax your eyes and drink goddamn water. no, not coffee. no, not that either, try again. just stare at the ceiling (a window, preferably) for a few moments and then get back, trust.

summer is done now unfortunately, which means i'm back to handling things outside this blog. i still want to keep this blog going so i had to work things out and i managed to do it, a posting schedule!

i don't get to feel overwhelmed with the asks as much as i did when r. lost n found was discovered by people anymore which totally works for me!

empathizing with writers.

a lot of the time i come across inactive blogs. some have moved accounts, moved platforms, abandoned and some have even stopped writing due to various reasons. i haven't been on tumblr for long, this blog is barely three months old and the way this is run is completely different from theirs.

the one that stuck to me the most was a post from someone from years ago, their last post before they went silent. they talked about interactions and the lack there of. lots of likes, dozens of reblogs but sad empty comment sections.

like this one that i'm sure less than half of this blog's follower list will take a moment to read, they wouldn't even know about this part LOL

although i get it, you're only here for the fics and sure, go enjoy yourself but if you want your favorite writer/creator to not quit, do better. do more. you come to their blog not to JUST take but to also give. they give you these for free, do your part too. you don't wanna comment? that's fine, reblog it and share your thoughts there instead. not empty. even tags work too, have you thought of that? they're always so fun to read, if you must know.

the ask box.

go drop your first ever ask in there NOW. not feeling brave? anon asks. no anon asks? ... uh, do it no balls 🫵 anything to voice to them that you're there and you support them, really. you can get lost under all the likes and it's fun to interact with one another much more than that.

there's so much more you can do to show your support and appreciation towards them than liking their posts, you just gotta do it.

is this a proper reflection paper? no. i didn't listen to my professor. i still passed, but don't take it from me 🙂‍↕️

#r. lost n found #note scribbles #lnf's reflection

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crankycake · 3 days ago

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OMG! THREE IN ONE DAY! WHILE IM ON HOLIDAYS? Also, got sunburnt on my chest today and I now have a Nightwing logo looking sunburnt on it. Dedication to that character is insane.

Your Gonna Go Far

Chapter 10: I can’t do well, when I think you’re gonna leave me

Summary: “Duck.”

“Squatting!”

“Mowing the lawn…?”

Dick might be the worst person at charades and he’s played with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

Thoughts: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

I hope everyone has enjoyed their Christmas x I wanted to post this chapter today as it’s Christmas themed. You might be a bit sick of it but oh well.

No update this Sunday cause half the week is nearly gone and Christmas is a busy time. I’ll be rereading and doing more proofreading of this work between this update and the next. To remind myself of a few things and because there’s still mistakes in the writing.

Next Chapter will hopefully be 5 January.

ANYWAY. After that spiel, Chapter Title: We Are The People by Empire of the Sun

Guys this Chapters pretty much has no warnings except for mentions of the cult but I’m not sure should I count that as a warning? I will just in case.

Enjoy xxx

Peter floated around in the water aimlessly looking around at everything. His eyes couldn’t keep still. This was a lair! And a secret one at that from the looks of it.

He didn’t particularly care that he was getting drenched or that he doesn’t know where he is, there’s a freaking dinosaur and is that a giant penny!

He then remembers that most of his family have tragedies with water and he quickly and frantically swims to the edge. It must of been weird for any onlooker to see Peter relaxed and then flailing about in the cave water. Maybe that’s why a splash lands beside Peter and begins to swim over.

Calm. Friend.

Arms wrap round tightly round his waist, he appreciates the help but still, who’s this guy. A shaggy mop of red hair and wide green eyes stare at him. He breathes in sharply like he’s just ran a marathon trying to get to Peter.

Peter laughs, probably sounding a bit manic giving the situation.

“Wally I didn’t know you were into the whole secret lair thing.”

Wally breathes sharply as if he can’t believe him and like he’s trying to hold in a laugh.

“This isn’t mine, trust me my decorating skills are far more superior.”

Peters scrunches his eyebrows together. “So whose house are we currently crashing.”

“Your Grandads.”

“I don’t have a grand-oh no I do.”

It takes Peter a minute to get used of this world again. Looking around Peter goes completely still. In his frenzy he hadn’t noticed the bats hanging from the high ceiling. Cool. Now that he focuses really hard he can count the tiny heartbeats above him.

Wally and him reach the edge before they climb up. There’s a massive computer off to the far right. Some suits are kept in cylinder like tubes and gadgets line the walls. It’s all very overwhelming and so freaking cool.

Off to a secluded part of the room is a medical wing. There’s a figure hunched over a chair by Peter’s previous resting place he assumes. The hunched figure is Dick who has drool coming out of his mouth and is completely out for the count.

He looks at Wally who shrugs, Peter doesn’t miss the fond look in his eye.

“He was worried about you. We all were.”

Peter tries not to squirm under Wallys gaze. “How long was I out.”

“About a day and a bit and HOLY SHIT YOUR LEG.”

There’s a reason they’re called the Flash Peter thought, as in a whirl of colours he was magically in his bed, covers tucked up to his chin. His knee might not be gammy (maybe just a bit) anymore but that doesn’t mean his stomach can handle it.

You’d think the sound of puke would wake Dick up but nope. If anything he began to snore louder. Wally rubs his back sympathetically before Peter shrugs him off.

“My knees fine. Look!”

His knee might still be a little sore but that all. He sticks his leg out but Wally quickly shoves it back gently.

“Sorry but I’m afraid of your dad and if he knew I let you walk about I’d be taking a second trip into those water. Why did you even jump into those in the first place.”

Peter turned a bit red.

So basically I’m kinda stuck in this orange rock and I had a run in with time and then the Norse God of Mischief came to say hello. No Wally I’m not insane. Please don’t call the asylum.

He’s not going to freak him out so he says instead “I thought I was being kidnapped.”

Wally nods in understanding which is kinda of surreal. Maybe he should tell him about his run in with Gods.

He then looks down at Dick and feels a knife twist in his heart.

‘You’re nothing but a bad smell Parker. That’s why your parents are dead and why your aunt and uncle are next.’

The kid who said that was cruel but he wasn’t wrong, no matter how much Peter wished he was.

“Should we wake him up?”

Wally looks carefully at Dick. “Does your leg hurt.”

“Nope.” Only a little.

“Do you feel like throwing up again?”

“As long as you don’t run with me I’ll be fine.”

“Are you hungry.”

His stomach rumbling was answer enough. Peter didn’t know how Dick woke up from that sound out of all the ruckus he’s caused while waking up. Dick gasps likes he was the one in the water before patting the bed searching for something frantically.

“Hey Dick, WOAH.” Peter tires to calm him down.

Dicks head snaps to him and Peters pretty much bodied into the mattress by Dick.

“You’re ali-awake.” Dick rushes out crushing Peters windpipes.

“Not if this hug goes on for any longer.”

Dick pulls back and his eyes zoom everywhere across him. “Why are you soaked?”

Peter smiles sheepishly. “I may or may not have thought I was being kidnapped and then I kinda jumped in the water. Also this place is so cool!”

“Why did you get back into bed.” Before he had even finished his sentence Dick’s head whipped to the side, eyes glaring into Wally.

“I panicked! He was in bed and then in the water and then I brought him to bed cause if you saw him standing you’d kill me! Don’t kill me please!” Wally cried dramatically. Peter let out a laugh and Dick defused.

“Ok, ok, ok. I’m sorry love. I’m just tense. Peter here let’s get you up to the manor.”

Love. Peter looks at Wally who’s gone a bit red and widens his eyes dramatically before grinning. Wally looks like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Before Dick or Wally can try and help him Peter lept off the bed. He wobbles to the elevator but Dick grabs him by the side and holds him up in case you know Peter faints or something just as drastic. Which in all fairness is a valid concern for the circumstances Peter has put him through.

From the cave to the manor Dick doesn’t let go. If anything he holds on tighter. He’s just reminded of how big the manor is when everyone is asleep. It’s so docile. Quiet. Wally went to the kitchen to cook up breakfast while Dick leads Peter to his room.

Dick’s room is covered in dark blue with posters and photos everywhere. Clothes litter the floor and an empty cup is on the bedside. Peter carefully lowers himself down on the bed and ignores Dick who’s watching him like a hawk.

Once Dick deems that Peters alright he goes in search of some clothes. He digs through his drawers while humming as Peter fiddles with his hands.

He feels like a little kid. This wasn’t the plan, he’s supposed to push them away not let them in. He stares at Dicks back and he knows he’s not going anywhere soon, he’s going to have to be fit and healthy. His healing should’ve done its job now but since going to Gotham his diet has been all over the place. At the mention of food his stomach grumbles so loudly that it’s has Dick turning to look at him.

He turns bright red and refuses to look at him. “Sorry…” Dick smiles at him before handing him a pile of clothes.

“Don’t worry about it. You get changed in here and I’ll help Wally with breakfast, I’ll send Damian up to get you. He’s an early riser.”

Peter just nods his head watching Dick leave. As soon as he closes the door Peter hobbles over and locks it. He slides himself down the floor and puts his head in his hands. He takes three deep breaths before getting up. You can do this.

He gets changed into a blue hoodie, jeans and neon yellow socks. Interesting choice for an interesting man. He waits ten minutes but there’s no sign of Damian coming to get him. He unlocks the door and peers outside but the hall is empty.

He makes his way through the corridor when he sees a door narrowly opened. Maybe Damian got confused on the direction Dick sent him on. He knocks on the door slightly but with his super strength it’s stronger than he intended and the door opens up wider.

“Damian…?” He trails off questioningly.

He peaks his head in through the door and takes a wide sweep of the room. This has to belong to one of the Wayne’s, it’s the family floor. Dust coasts each surface. The room looks like it belongs to someone Peter’s age.

Books line the wall, posters ranging from he thinks her name is Wonder Woman to a circus poster. There’s a massive window with blinds which have been drawn.

Peter takes a closer look into the room.

A half filled cup of water is on the bedside table. It’s has a thick sheet of dust layered on top. A battered copy of some book lies on the table, the cover is torn off of it but it’s looks well loved.

Who’s is this room. Tim, Dukes, Cass? He can’t imagine it being Damian’s. After his encounter with time this room makes him feel… off. It’s like it’s stuck in time. His heart drops, please don’t let this be a side effect of time. No, no he’s not thinking straight. This room hasn’t been touched for years by the looks of it, it’s not some illusion Time is playing on him.

Peter sits down on the side of the bed before lying down and huffing out a breath. He curls in on his side and ignores the tickling in his nose. He’ll just rest for 10 minutes and then he’ll go down, yeah. Damian will find him. It’s not that big of a manor.

Turns out that 10 minutes had turned into longer. He doesn’t know how long as he’s just woke up. He was awoken by the shouts of his name. He gets out of the bed and scampers into the hallway. Damian is shouting his name from the west wing. He’s frantically banging on each door.

“Damian over here…” He mumbles still half asleep, maybe that’s why his senses don’t alert him to the body that launches into him. Damian tackles him to the ground before his eyes roam over his body assessing any damage.

“Where were you?!?!” He looks frazzled but in all fairness Peter probably looks a state aswell.

“I was sleeping? Is food ready? Answer the second part first.”

Damian slumps down before smacking Peter on the shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for!”

“We all thought you ran away again!”

Peter with the help of Damian gets to his feet and tries to hide his wince. His knee still hasn’t fully healed yet. Maybe after he gets food it will speed up the process.

“Yeah well and—what do you mean again.”

They’re walking down the grand staircase that Peter still can’t get over, maybe once he’s better he can slide down it like in the movies. That would be so cool.

“You’ve run away before. Have you forgotten? Did you hit you’re head?”

“No I didn’t hit my head thank you very much. Running away would imply I lived here which I don’t and didn’t. I was simply leaving like any guest would.”

“In the middle of the night without telling anyone. That’s an awfully rude guest don’t you think?”

“Well that was one time.” Mutters Peter. The look Damian’s giving him tells him exactly what he thinks of his escapes.

They’re heading in the direction of the kitchen and Peter can smell the food before they even enter. If that isn’t a good sign he doesn’t know what is. Two heartbeats reside in the kitchen, one more frantic from the other.

Inside the lighting is dim and from looking outside the window it seems to be dark. Shit. How long was he out for.

“Alfred where could he be!” Dicks pulling his hair in every direction leaning against the counter.

“I don’t know maybe check the rooms.” Replies Peter as he sits on one of the stools.

He sits because (a) he’s hungry and (b) he fears Dick might crush his windpipes with his hugs if he were to stay standing.

Dicks eyes widen and he’s left gaping. Damian pulls out another stool and plonks himself down.

“Where…where…where.” Is all Dick can manage to squeeze out while grasping the counter. Alfred piles a plate full with pasta and meatballs and places it in-front of Peter.

“Master Peter I am most grateful to see you. You gave us quite the shock. Drink?”

“No thank you Mister Alfred this is plenty. Didn’t mean to scare you I was just asleep in one of the rooms.”

“Which room. I swear I checked them all!” Dicks looks like he’s mentally berating himself.

“It’s on the family floor. Looks….”

What can he say. Dusty, abandoned, hasn’t seen daylight in around 9 years? He settles for something far more pleasant.

“…like someone’s a big fan of Wonder Woman.”

Dick furrows his eyebrows but Alfred’s eyes have a spark to them.

“Ah you were in Master Jason’s old room.”

Dick freezes and Damian stops his glass from reaching his mouth. He’d think this was a trick with Time but he can hears everyone’s heartbeat still drumming away.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t realise it was off limits.”

“Something like that.” Alfred says. Out of everyone he didn’t expect Alfred to have the best ominous voice.

Dick finally shakes himself up. “I need to call the rest and tell them he’s was just sleeping.”

He’d expect Dick to be mad but he isn’t just ruffles his hair and smiles softly at him before he leaves.

Alfred takes Peter’s dish once he’s done and insists on giving him more but Peter tells him that if he does it will be a round two of the peppermint fiasco.

“Now Peter looking at your knee you will need to stay at the manor for three weeks.”

Peter who was just drinking his juice begins to cough. Three weeks!!! He’s not supposed to be here with them for three minutes never mind three weeks. He’s supposed to be going to metropolis to not impose his Parker luck on them. Before he can even protest with he’s fine on his own and his leg isn’t even that bad Alfred’s sped off on his doctor’s report.

“You see you’ve managed to shatter….and really if you put too much pressure on it you’re lungs could deflate…no I know you’re teeth are perfect but…now, you see why you must stay here.”

Alfred had talked for over half an hour about Peter’s knee and why he needs to stay at the manor. Damian had left halfway through, nearly falling asleep. It was either the greatest load of shit he’s ever heard or he’s actually done some serious damage. Either way the bottom line is Peters staying at the manor for the next three weeks whether he likes it or not.

A little bit dazed and confused Peter makes his way upstairs. It’s 10ish at night and even though he’s been sleeping a lot lately he’s still so tired. He’s got his bearings though. It’s early December, once he’s released it will be around News Years. Meaning Peter will be staying for Christmas. It fills him with joy and dread at the same time.

As he makes his way upstairs he hears a meow come from Jason’s old room. From the reaction he got from the Wayne occupants he should keep a distance from the room but he needs to see Duchess.

The doors slightly ajar when he opens it with light streaming through the crack. The sight surprises him. He never knew Batman was a fan of cats.

Bruce is sitting on Jason’s bed petting Duchess as she’s curled around her kittens. Noticing a presence Bruce whips his head to the side spotting Peter.

“Hi champ, how are you feeling.”

Peter makes his way over to the bed. As soon as Duchess spots him she removed her head from Bruce’s hand and starts rubbing it against the sheet waiting for Peter.

“I’ve been worse.”

He doesn’t know how much Bruce knows. Does he know Peters not from here, that he’s Spider-Man, that Dick and Jason are dead in his universe.

Bruce somehow conveys that he knows all of this by nodding his head and then keeping still. The room is engulfed by silence but not the really awkward kind and Peter is well versed in the really awkward kind.

“You want to talk about it.”

Bruce doesn’t look at him while he says it, keeping his eyes trained on Duchess and her kittens. He says it in a tone that sounds like he would rather not talk about it but will as he cares. At least that’s the vibe Peters getting.

“Nah not really.” Peter takes pity on him but also he doesn’t want to talk about any of it.

He settles of his stomach and keeps his head up by his hand. He never knew his grandparents.

His dad’s because…you know and his mum’s were long gone before he was born as well. Dying young seems to be a tradition in his family. It’s a bit weird to think of Bruce as a Grandfather.

He thinks of Ned’s grandparent. White haired and lined with wrinkles. His granny Nona who made the best food known to man only that Peter sometimes had to drink a gallon of milk when she added in her special spice. As soon as she heard about Peters sob story of a life she had sent Ned back with ten jumpers for him.

Ned’s Granddad Eddie was hunched and his dentures were always falling out. He makes Ned all his shelves for his Legos and even made the coolest desk ever. Peter’s met him a handful of times. Mister Sta- no.

Tony, he should call him Tony now. It feels weird to stay but he thinks Tony’s the right thing to call him now. He’s going to convince the Bats that Tony is his family and Mister Stark is not a name you call anyone that you’re close to. He’d seen Dicks face when he mentioned Tony. He didn’t trust he was good enough for Peter. He was just going to have to convince him.. Tony huh.

Anyway after Tony had deemed it safe enough for Peter to go places without the Avengers trailing behind him he went with Ned’s to his grandparents house. Nona was a sweetheart. Eddie spoke in grunts but at the end of the visit he hugged Peter so he must’ve done something right.

Bruce is not old nor he doesn’t have white hair. He’s one of the most famous hero’s in the world and his basement is a massive cave with water tunnels. He could also rival Tony’s wealth. He’s got maybe three grey hairs and that’s it. He’s got more scars than wrinkles and he’s doesn’t think Bruce has any back problems.

Maybe Bruce finds this whole ordeal weird as well. Maybe he doesn’t even want a grandchild. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Someone has to reach out first and Bruce looks constipated looking for something to say. Looks like it’s left up to Peter.

“So you have any siblings?”

“No my parents just had me.”

Silnence.

Think Parker think.

Then it hits him.

“Tell me how Batman came about.”

Bruce actually makes eye contact with him and he looks sceptical. “You wanna know about that…stuff?”

“Yeah. What drives you, why bats, where did Alfred come from. You know the works.”

Bruce clears his throat a couple of times before starting his story. Peter listens intently before his eyelids become heavy. There about to get to the part where he made his first batarang.

(“Are you sure you wanna know about this?” Bruce asks hesitant. “Everything. I wanna know about everything.” Was Peters easy reply.)

Peters dozing off when he hears the lamp being clipped off. Bruce lays a careful hand in Peter hair before whispering. “Goodnight chum.”

Peter hums back what he hopes sounds like a Goodnight but with Duchess and the kittens beside him he’s out like a light and his speech slurs.

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DAY 6 OF PETER’S ‘RECOVERY’

SUBJECT OF THE DAY: GAMES NIGHT

“EVERY WAYNE MUST PARTICIPATE, THIS INCLUDES YOU PETER” ~DAMIAN WAYNE.

“Duck.”

“Squatting!”

“Mowing the lawn…?”

Dick might be the worst person at charades and he’s played with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Dick keeps wiggling his hips in the air like that’s going to help him.

“It was swimming!” Dick cried out.

The silence in the room shows him just how badly of a job he was doing at portraying ‘swimming’ if you could call it that.

“That was embarrassing. My turn.” Steph exclaims.

Cass hands her a card and gives her a thumbs up. Steph looks completely serious before she breaks out into…? Steph might be the second worst charade player.

She’s spinning in a circle while flailing her hands about and imitating squawking without making a sound. It’s quite creepy.

“Eh a bird?” Duke, the brave would, hazards a guess.

She shakes her head furiously at Duke.

“It’s something that flies, yes.” Bruce enquires.

Steph jumps up and down before waving and pointing at Bruce like he’s the answer…

“BAT!” Bruce and Selina shouts out at the same time.

“DING DING DING!!!” Stephs shouts before high fiving both of them. Selina laughs before taking a sip of her wine.

“My turn.”she purrs as she picks up a card.

“What kind of bat does that.” Bruce asks disgruntled.

A sick one

“A perfectly normal one, now shush it’s Selinas turn.” Steph said haughtily before turning her back on him.

Selina does the best ballet routine for her prompt ballet. Then with some shouts Cass goes up to join her. Music is turned on and charades is put on hold as they dance. They’re both amazing and Peter claps the loudest once they’re done.

Tim gets a robot and does a decent job.

Duke gets a king and he deserves a right crown after that performance.

Damian gets to do love at first sight. Peter wished he had a camera for that Oscar worthy performance.

Bruce somehow gets bird and surprisily he’s not bad.

Alfred won’t join but looks off fondly from a distance. Jason’s had an impromptu mission pop up and promised that he’d be back soon. He did get to spend some time with Lian and Roy though before he left. He’d been told they visited him while he was sick and he made a mental note to pay them a visit or something.

Wally won’t participate as he isn’t officially a Wayne. Peter in solidarity won’t join in either. He sits on the couch with him, laughing away and giving each other looks when Dick goes up and tries his best.

Dicks in the middle of the Haka from what it looks like from their perspective. Could be food for all they know. Wally and Peter stare at each other, both thinking how could anyone like Dick be this bad at charades.

“He’s your dad.”

”From a different universe.”

”That still counts.”

”Not when the mad man is doing charades.”

”Fair enough.”

”I mean it’s worse for you.”

”How come.”

”He’s your husband.”

”If I was his husband I’d be mortified and I’d be a Grayson-Wayne. I’m only one of those things right now.”

Wally sends a cutting glance to Dick who’s currently staring at the betrayal between two of the most important people to him.

”Is that a hint.” Peter whispers dramatically leaning in close to make it looks like their conspiring.

Wally nods before speaking loudly. “You’re right Peter, your Dad should definitely retire from charades.”

With that comment laughs erupt from the room, some trying to disguise it as coughs.

“I’m not that bad.”

“Love.” Wally sighs like Dicks physically paining him. He’s definitely mentally paining him for sure.

Wally grabs Peters wrist and Peter lets him easily.

“Come on Peter, I’ve got something to show you.”

Peter follows Wally up the stairs trying to makes sense of Wally millions miles per hour speech.

“I’msureyourdadwilllikeitbutiwantyoureopinioncauseyouknowyouarehisson”

“Yeah ok no problem.” Peter replies with a thumbs up.

Wally shows Peter the gift that has him gaping.

“They make Spider-Man merch here!”

Wally is holding out a Spider-man plush in the same style as his Nightwing bird.

Wally nods and grins at Peters shock.

“They love you here. Some are wondering where you’ve been lately. They adore ya kid. Just like Dick will adore this.”

“He’s going to love it!” Then Peters stops. He’s going to have to buy gifts for the Wayne’s! What’s he going to buy for them and money. He needs money.

“Andigotthisforyoucauseyouknow.”

He throws Peter a gift that squishes. His eyes widen and he smiles.

“Thank you so much.”

It’s all he can say. He wants to deny the gift. To say he shouldn’t have spent any money on him or any thought for that matter, but he doesn’t, cause the nervousness of Wally makes hims have pity. Wallys eyes fly all over Peters face for any sign he may not like it.

“Please open it cause I can’t take it much more.”

Peter doesn’t need to be told twice. A part of him feels giddy inside and tears the wrapping paper off with fervour. The other parts inside of him screams at him to pay Wally back.

Both side battle it out as Peter stares down at his goods. It’s a Flash plush but it’s Wally and not the other dude, he thinks his name is Barry? It’s a matching one to his Nightwing bird. Whereas Dick’s is a blue coloured bird ‘s is a pale orange. A blanket is wrapped around the bird and three bars of chocolate are inside.

Peter stares and stares.

“It’s um ok if you don’t-WOAH.” Wally stutters before Peter bashes himself into Wally.

Peter’s wary of touch at the beginning of a relationship but soon warms up. Wally has only known him for a short while and he’s done more than most of what his past ‘adults’ ever did for him.

The hug lasts about three seconds before Peter launches himself backwards with red cheeks.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“You’re welcome kid. Now we better get going before you’re dad gets jealous of our bonding time.”

They make their way out of Dick’s and Wally’s room. They walk down the hall when Peter spots the light shining from Jason’s room.

He says goodnight to Wally and walks over to the room.

It’s becomes a routine of sorts. Peter sees a light on and he goes in the room to Bruce and the cats. Duchess and Co have decided that Jason’s room is the shit and have settled down there.

Peter hopes Jason doesn’t mind him sleeping in his old room while he’s away. Once he comes back Peter will go back to his room but until then he prefers sleeping in Jason’s room. For some reason he’s attached to it, well not him but every time he goes past it a green glow surrounds his vision and it’s like he’s hypnotised to go in.

Peters theory is that Time is at play. Whenever he’s in the room he looses track of time. Sometimes it feels like he’s been in there for a minute and other times it’s feels like he’s been there for hours.

Bruce is there with a kitten curled up next to his leg.

“Look what I got.”

Bruce looks up in time to catch the Flash plush.

“Early Christmas present?”

“Yup. Cool isn’t it.”

“Very.”

Peter sits the chair beside the bed and throws the blanket in front of him.

He places his new addition to his plush collection while Bruce holds the Nightwing themed one.

“So are you going to tell me about how you got you’re foot stuck in a pipe.”

“Only if you don’t laugh.”

“I won’t. Scouts honour.”

“Are you even a scout.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Continue anyway.”

Bruce then talks quietly and Peter hangs onto every word.

Bruce tells his stories. He knows Bruce is skipping some bits and won’t even tell him other bits but Peter doesn’t care. He likes listening to his stories. He knows Bruce wants to hear Peter’s story and he’ll tell Bruce. After Bruce has done telling his tale first.

Peter passes out at the point where Bruce says he was going to a circus. He falls asleep in the chair but wakes up in the bed. Bit strange.

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DAY 15 OF PETERS ‘RECOVERY’

EVENT OF THE DAY: DECORATING

When Peter was little all he remembered about Christmas was the lights that were hung precariously throughout his house. He was fascinated about them.

When he got older living with Ben and May he loved their tree. It was bent left and right and had only a few pines left. Peter loved it anyway. The baubles had no rhythm or rhyme to it. May let Peter hang up three blue ornaments in a row if he so wished. May loved Tinsel or she as liked to say, Tinsel loved her. Ben hated it but he never said that to May. The apartment was decorated in Peter’s Christmas drawings and the windows had any sticker they could find plastered onto them.

Skips house was barren during Christmas, pretty much all year round. He didn’t even have a tree. Archie was long gone by then. Peter left in the New Year.

On the street he made his own tree. It was mostly metal that he sold the day after on 26 December but it’s the thought that counts. He even managed to find the scraggliest piece of tinsel ever and he treasured it like it was gold. It blew away in January.

In the Cult of Luna a whisper of Christmas means you were thrown in the slammer for a week. They were jolly like that.

Tony went all out. He thinks he just makes the effort for Peter. The entirety of the Avengers helped out. Peter didn’t have to go out to any of the party’s Pepper and Tony were made to attend. His first year there were piles of presents that made Peter faint. Literally. He was sick for the rest of the day thinking about how much money was spent on him. Tony had felt terrible but in the end Peter took the presents. Six months after Christmas he had finished unwrapping the lot.

The Wayne’s much like the Starks went all out.

“Perfect Peter! Imagine their faces when they come back.” Babs exclaimed as she pointed to the place that needs more tinsel. He was happy to see her again and promised her he would come by the library more often.

Barbra needed help with the decorations in the library and Peter had volunteered going a bit stir crazy in the house. Steph and Cass had come as well but they’d gone to the supermarket to get some lights as Babs old ones were shit.

Turns out the shop was getting mugged so they had to do their thing and they’re now delayed by talking to the police. Peters not complaining, happy to hang from questionable places without the two tattle tales. Being in the manor for so long with everyone acting like you were glass was wearing thin on his patience.

He nearly snapped at poor Dick yesterday. The whole family was a bit stressed right now. Jason is still not back from his secret mission that Peters not allowed to hear about. He’s totally fine with that. Yep…totally cool.

The library was now decorated and looked like a Winter Wonderland.

“That looks like a mall festive thing. You know what I mean? Wait till the girls come back.”

“Yeah it looks so cool in here. Hey, you know how Bees lives like a block or two down?”

“Yes.” Babs asked amusedly, already knowing where this story was going.

“Well I was wondering if I could go visit her since you’ve got Oracle business to attend to?”

“Is Dick smothering you.”

“A little but I miss Bee as well.” Peter had. He missed her grumpiness and her hatred towards Batman. He missed working for her and their sewing sessions. He’s kept in touch with her over the phone but it’s not the same.

“Mmm. Well take this and you stay there. Once the girls come back I’ll send them your way.”

She gives him a suspicious bracelet that may or may not be a tracker but who cares. He gets to see Bee.

“Thank you so much! I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Yeah I’ll be over at the manor soon. See ya mini Dick.”

“Alright mini Comissioner.”

Peter practically runs to Bees shop. The sign says closed but he can see the light on.

“BEE YOU IN THERE.” He shouts as he knocks the door a couple of times.

“Parker?” Comes a surprised voice.

Bee opens the door. She looks a bit worse for wear. He’s sure he could wrangle a few working hours out in the week with the bats.

“Surprise!”

He does Jazz hands for added effect. She stares at him for a few seconds before she slowly hugs him. She not the hugging type.

Peter freezes but hugs her back but it only last three seconds before she shrugs him off.

“Look you’ve turned me into a sap. Shame on you.”

She still opens the door wide and gestures for him to follow. Fifteen minutes later they’re sat inside with two cups of tea. Peter doesn’t like tea, makes him feel a bit sick with the caffeine. After their first encounter Peter had told her this and now she only buys decaf.

“Burly boy told me you injured yourself repeatedly?” Bee enquires while she stirs her tea. She must be on about Jason.

“Well I wouldn’t say repeatedly exactly.”

He only gets a hmph form Bee.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t pop in sooner, I’ve been held under tight security.”

She snorts at that. “I knew pretty boy would be protective. I don’t blame him, not with you.”

He gasps in outrage. “What’s that supposed to mean!”

She rolls her eyes. “You know full well what that means Bambi.”

“Have you got any plans for the holding.”

As far as he knows Bee has no living family. He’d love to see her and Bruce interact, he’d have to get her going on her rants about Batman.

“My husbands side of the family had asked me over for dinner.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

This is the first time she mentioned having a husband. He tries not to let his shock show. Her ring is nowhere in sight on her finger though. Maybe they’re divorced?

“HA! Those rotten Fitzpatrick only want my soul. Only thing that made them bearable was my Michael. How he came from that crackhead of a family I’ll never know.”

“Sounds rough. I didn’t know you had a husband?”

“Yeah. My Micheal…anyway before you make me more emotional I’ll tell you he only died of old age. My daughter Mary was heartbroken. You remind me a lot of her you know. Self-sacrificing idiots the lot of you. Same colour hair. She would’ve adored you.”

Before Peter can reply Steph and Cass burst through the door.

“YOUR FAVOURITE GIRLS HAVE ARRIVED!”

“Hello, nice jacket.” Bee seems to puff up with the compliment from Cass.

“Why thank you. At least someone noticed.”

She cut Peter a death glare and he only rolls his eyes.

She pushes the three of them out of the door.

“Goodbye you hooligans. Peter come back soon I do miss your insecent chatting. Girls lovely to see you. Goodbye, Merry Christmas or not.”

Peter was delighted he got to see Bee as he was shoved out the door. It was only for a half an hour but still.

“I love her.” Steph declared as they began to walk away and towards Alfred who had come to collect them.

“Me too.” Cass agrees as Peter nods his head in agreement.

They get back to the manor 20 minutes later and decorations are in full swing. In the living room Peter helps Tim put baubles on one of twenty Christmas trees. He’s happy his leg is better but it’s lefts a scar. A scar. Peter, after the spider bite, does not get scarred easily. This means he only has four scars.

1.)Spider bite

2.)Thanos and the snap

3.)One long one from the cult at his back

4.) Now from this stupid knee.

His healing factor had slowed down at shocking rates and he had a feeling it had something to do with Time. Ever since encountering her everything had been off. It’s so weird. He feels like he keeps mentioning Time in his thoughts. Freaky.

Anyway, he was soon deemed to be fully fit by Alfred which meant he could help with decorations.

They were having a competition on who could make the best tree.

Cass and Damian’s tree was immaculate, all colour coordinated and was perfect for the main banquet hall that would hold the Wayne’s infamous Christmas gala, which would be held on Christmas Eve. An event Peter did not have to attend. The tree scored a total of 61/70

Steph had invited Harper who was a good friend, it turns out, to help her out with the decorating. Their tree was the one in the corner of the dining room. It was colourful and bright and any decoration was thrown on it. It would be a tree May would love. It scored 62/70.

Dick and Dukes tree was in the kitchen beside the breakfast table. The theme of the tree was superhero’s and little baubles and decorations of various superhero’s and their logos were put on it. Duke also made their lights shine extra bright when it was being assessed which gave them a few bonus points. It scored 60/70.

Bruce and Alfred’s tree were up next. The tree would stand in the foyer and it would be the first thing the guests would see. The tree was colourful and just your typical Christmas movie tree, it was perfect. Not a single bauble was out of place, all evenly placed and everything. Peter was impressed. 65/70 for them.

Last but not least was Peters and Tim’s. Peters a humble lad but he has to say theirs took the win. With the direction of Tim, Peter had weaved the webs to look like snow on the tree, however these would stick till at least the end of Christmas, he can always top them up when the branches get bare. Their star glows and sings which is courtesy of Tim. He also made the baubles light up and spin. Spiders made of webs and Robins made of webs also hung from the branches, each wearing a different costume.

They won the competition with a score of 67/70.

Peter knows that this will be one of the nights he will remember when he’s back in Queens. As he looks over the dinner table he tells himself to just enjoy the moment and let the shit show come later.

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DAY 21 OF PETERS ‘RECOVERY’

EVENT OF THE DAY: SPIDEY SANTA

It was Christmas Eve. Guests were showing up at the Wayne Manor which meant the whole family would be busy with the guests. So busy that no one would know Peter had snuck out.

So, it was 11pm and Peter was standing on Wayne Enterprises with his sack and his Santa costume. He had a list to do today. He didn’t have to worry about the Bats watching him either since they were all occupied sans Jason.

So Spidey Santa struck. First he went to Bees and dropped off his gift. A knitted blanket in red, blue and yellow. He knew she needed one, she rarely ever turned the heat on. Cost of living crisis. He also got her a warmer blanket, a hot water bottle and a bag of her favourite sweets.

He secured her presents under the tree with a note before off he leapt. Next was Harley’s and Ivy’s. He knew they were out tonight, Harley had called him a few days ago and said they were going to be gone for Christmas but as soon as they got back they needed to meet up and continue their Tuesday tea parties.

He had gotten Harley a porcelain figurine for her collection along with a painting set, as she said she wanted to take up art. It was a cute little cat with a green hat on. Harley got welly boots and gloves for her gardening. He left the gifts under the tree and flew into the night.

Peter had stopped whatever crime he saw. Giving each Grinch or Scrooge, whatever you’d like to call the crooks on Christmas, a warning. It was only petty theft which wasn’t too bad. Some looked like they needed the stuff so Peter paid for it, curtsey of the mob bosses card he nicked, and let them go.

Next he went to the apartments where Lindy and Charlie live. He got Charlie a modle of the solar system. He’s proud to say he built it himself. Lindy got a starter sewing kit that was Bee approved. He also left a box of chocolate for each respective parent. He’d heard Lindy’s Dad had died. He had sent over some flowers for them earlier in the week through Bee. It was going to be a tough Christmas for most.

Then he reached his final destination for the night. He hadn’t forgotten those kids Bruce and him had saved from trafficking. He had visited the foster care building and visited the street kids as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker.

As Peter Parker he had installed a freaking playground under the guise of volunteer work. Now it was all made out of junk and it was shabby but it was sturdy and the kids loved it. He hadn’t been able to see them in forever because of his recovery but he wanted them to know they weren’t forgotten.

Now he knocked on the door and waited for a reply. He had counted all the kids in the orphanage and as Peter he had asked them what they wanted for Christmas. He then told them their good friend Spidey would bring them their presents.

(Special shout out to mob boss who got caught by Spider-Man and payed for all these expenses.)

A shuffling of feet and Sweet Miss Lowe opened the door.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS LOWE!!!” Peter shouted at the top of his lungs before swinging away. By the look on her face he knew she’d appreciate the gifts.

You may be thinking where did Peter get all his money because the mobster must have frozen his card eventually?

Clark Kent had given him $200 for his inside pov of the biological scare. Dick had given him money to spend on gifts that Peters not even going to say how much it cost. Never mind what Bruce gave him. Damian was tasked to make sure Peter spent some of the money. So he did, the rest is going to charity. They need it more than him.

Peter had made it back to the manor in record time. He’d lost his sack and given his Santa Costume to a homeless man who had asked for it. Peter stretched himself out. He was always tired now a days. It was weird. He can still hear the party going on downstairs. It was only close friends and business friends who came the party. Not every Tom Dick and Harry was invited like their usual shin digs.

He pulls back the covers of the bed and hops in. He doesn’t bother taking off his suit. It seems to be only five minutes later when a body hops into the bed beside him. He heard some shuffling and a few sniffs.

His senses don’t do anything just hum in content. Not a criminal then. He’s too tired for this shit. He turns over and “JESUS CHRIST!” Shouts the body.

“Jason that you?” He mumbles reaching out a hand in the dark.

“Oh god it’s just you Peter.”

He hears a gun being shuffled back to its holster.

“What are you doing here?”

“Alfred said I could sleep here until you came back. Something about bringing life back or it giving you peace of mind. I don’t know. I’m too tired.”

He remembers the conversation betweeen Bruce and Alfred. It was during his first few days. He had gone down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Having Master Peter in the room will give it back its life. Master Jason will no longer walk past that door quicker and with down cast eyes. He will look at it with closure or hope.” Alfred had sighed.

”Are you sure?” Asked Bruce. He didn’t want to drive his son away by giving the impression he was replacing him.

”It will end in tears. Happy/Angry/Sad. That part has yet to be decided.”

”If you’re sure.”

Peter had then walked in as least suspiciously as possible and grabbed a glass of water and made a note to push a little about this room to try and found out about the history of it.

”Oh ok.” Jason seemed to breathe out.

“You don’t mind do you?”

He’s quiet for a few moments before he slips in beside him. “No I don’t mind.”

“Good cause I’m too tired to move. You’d have to carry me.”

Peters close to falling asleep when a new heartbeat enters the room.

“It’s alright Dickhead.” Jason says in the darkness, sounding a bit annoyed. As if Dick doesn’t trust him or something. He’s tired, give him a break.

“I knew you were listening.”

“I just wanna say goodnight to Peter and you ya big lump.” Dick protested as he made his way over he gave Jason an exaggerated kiss on the cheek. Peters eyes were closing shut when Dick ruffled his hair. “Night Peter.”

Maybe it was sheer exhaustion that made Peter’s filter leave this universe.

“Night Dad.”

Peter was out like a light before he could hear Dicks reply.

Extra Thoughts: Okie dokie. What do we think.

I don’t know if that was the right move to have Peter sleep in Jason’s bed but uh it’s done now. I don’t know if I’m characterizing these characters correctly but we move and we research and we try our best.

This chapter is a whole bunch of fluff and I’m running on like 3 hours of sleep so the whole story might be higgilty piggilty but that’s a tomorrow problem. I’m not built for that, like my bedtime is 10 to 11. Anyway I’m doing pointless talking now so let’s move on.

Let me know if there’s anything that needs to be tweaked or any suggestions. Hope yee all enjoy the rest of your week x

Day this was Wrote: 25/12/25

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