#but if it looks like the scenario in my post

[hrrtshape]

Question to the anti method. "How would i know I am not in my dr" but we see this reality and not our desired one so it does actually have proof? Or when I use it before sleep and am still aware of my body being way different that it would be in my dr. How to work with that?

when you say "but i can feel my body" or "i can see my room," what you're actually saying is: "my senses are reporting data to me, so that must mean this is the only real one." but your senses aren't proof of anything. they're inputs, not evaluations. your brain interprets what's real, not your fingertips. and your brain is trained on habit, not fact.

like if you close your eyes and imagine biting a cake, your mouth salivates. not because there's a cake, but because your brain filled in the blank and your body reacted as if.

or you picture a scenario where your mom dies and suddenly you're sobbing into your pillow like you just got the phone call. you feel guilt, nausea, grief, spiralling devastation. you made it up. it hasn't happened

or you wake up from a nightmare about being hunted and you're sweating, you need to check the locks, your stomach is tight. but nothing chased you. your brain just said "this is real" and your whole system followed. only shortly thereafter did you realise that you weren't in danger

or you start recounting an argument you had with someone and you rephrase their part a little more meanly, and yours a little more righteously, and now your stomach's flipping, you feel shaky, you want to scream. they didn't say that. your brain just let the fiction run

or you read a post about a cat who died in an accident and you can't stop crying. you don't know it. your life is not impacted. but your body has interpreted it as personal tragedy. heart rate spike. chest ache. nausea. grief rituals. pure simulation.

your brain has a pattern-matcher, it builds context around what it expects, not what's actually there.

so when you say "i feel my bed and not my dr body," all that means is your brain is still running the same thing. but that fiction can be wrong. brains are wrong constantly. we dream entire lives in rem cycles. we have memories that never happened. we hallucinate our names being called in silent rooms. we cry over fictional deaths.

you're not looking for "how do i know this is fake." you're saying "this feels real," and assuming that makes it true. but everything feels real when it's happening. that's the point!!!!!!!!!!!

so . the anti method just says: okay. what if this is my dr, and the only thing i haven't changed is the context file. what if my brain is just slow. what if i'm already here, but i'm waiting for a feeling that isn't coming. because reality isn't a feeling, it's just where you are. and you can be wrong about where you are

[mutantg1rl]

Ok time to queen out again….here’s some more sub!thunderbolts headcannons because people seemed to like the bob one!. Two characters, Bucky, and Walker. We’ll do the others after this post 😽 (if you guys want me to write some sub!bob shit lmk. I’m very down to express my interpretation on the concept.)

Sub! Bucky nsfw

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-gives service top and pillow princess simultaneously

-like if you want him to get up and fuck you while you call the shots he’s totally down.

-but he’s also ok with you getting on top of him and exploring his body

-bro is highkey down for anything tbh

-sub!Bucky doesn’t whimper. he groans and kind of growls

-the hottest thing ever by the way. A guttural groan will fly from his throat while you guys are fucking and you’re making him feel so good

- I think pre-therapy Bucky doesn’t like gags or restraints or anything in bed because it kind of makes him regress to the times hydra treated him like a monster and tortured him.

-therefore, if you incorporate impact play with pre-therapy sub!bucky he’s fine with it because his body is very durable, it’s just that he doesn’t like the vibe of the restraints and gags. I think it makes him panic

-however, post-therapy Bucky is a little more willing. He’s ok with fluffy handcuffs, underwear as a gag, even blindfolds. As long as you guys have a safe word (obviously) and you’re always touching him and reminding him of your presence, he’s ok

-speaking of durable body, he can last so many rounds. Like SO many rounds. He can go as long as you want to. Civil war Bucky had more stamina so I think he goes for longer, but healed Bucky prefers to be loved and not worn out by sex

-missionary lover

-even as a sub he still calls you cute pet names. Very close relationship with the word “doll”. Uses it quite a lot and I DIE by that

-“doll please, don’t tease me too much” , “baby, go slow”

- likes when you leave hickeys on him. I think he hasn’t had that being done to him so long so it’s a new feeling when he’s having it done again for the first time in years. He likes walking into Valentina’s office with red marks on his neck.

- in terms of size I feel like he’s perfect size and length, 11 inches, thick and girthy 😍

-ok just kidding, I think he’s 5-6 inches, perfectly shaped. I don’t think it curves or anything. It hits your spots just right

-unlike Bob, it’s not easy to rile Bucky up. I think he has very good self control. But….if you wear tight or revealing clothes that show your breasts, or butt he can’t help but drool. He’s looking at you and saying #needthat

-low sex drive kind of, he’s not on go at all times but when he’s on? He’s on babes

Sub!Walker NSFW

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-Bratty sub (honestly gives “bratty sub that turns the tables and doms the dom but these are sub headcannons so that’s a story for another time)

-so fucking rude, and you always have to put him in his place but he loves it

-I honestly think walker gets off on punishment.

-he’s always on punishment

-I think he likes some of the hard stuff. Not too extreme, but I think he likes spankings, and even chastity

-however, John does suffer from PTSD, so you do have to be careful with the way you treat him, especially what you say to him during sexy time

-I think post CATWS, he’s a bit better, but not noticeably.

-he doesn’t want you to go easy on him because walker thinks he can handle any and everything and part of me thinks walker ignores the fact that he is human with mental limitations. Him subbing for you is him realizing that he doesn’t have to go so hard and that the pain he enjoys putting himself through can have pleasure behind it in some scenarios.

-I think he likes a bit of degradation but he is insecure so be careful with how far you take it.

-he doesn’t mind the “you’re a slut”, “you’ve been a bad boy” , “you’re such a little pervert” kind of thing. Lives for it actually

-highkey fucks with being tied up, but in restraints that aren’t taunting him to figure out how to escape them. He needs restraints that he knows he can get out of if need be or else he’ll be triggered

-loves to disobey you and talk smack. Loves dirty talking too. “Fuck you’re so wet”, type of talking. “I’m gonna fill you up”

-literally melts in your hands like putty when you’re making him cum. His little tuff facade fades away immediately after he busts one. Making him cum is his attitude adjustment because he acts so much less like a dickhead the more you make him cum

-he’s always on the go, being a soldier, and fighting that he hasn’t had sex in a little while. Imagine that and you tying him up and edging him for a little bit? Oh yes, he’s wet asf!!!!

-hes a groaner, but also a silent whimperer. He tries to hide his sounds and how good you make him feel because he doesn’t wanna give you the satisfaction but sometimes he can’t help it

-hates begging. He’s a very prideful sub. The “he’s saying he hates you but his body says can you fuck me” trope. (I kind of think he’s into dubcon??? Just a bit.)

-you can get him to beg though. Edge him for three hours and he’s yours. This is really how you break him down

-another one with stamina for days. DAYS I tell you, he has all that pent up lust inside of him so imagine his first time in a while since his divorce.

-milk him like a cow!! He loves it. And part of me feels like the super soldier serum makes his recovery time like- nothing. so he can cum like 70 times. Basically as much as you want him to😝

[giddyfatherchris]

📝skz reaction - doing the ‘me jalo’ dance trend

pairing. ot8!skz x gn!reader (individually)

type. fluffyyy

warnings. gender neutral reaader and obsessive daydreaming after imagining these scenarios :)

a/n. the specific context for this is that you’re kind of springing this on them so you’re getting a ‘raw’ reaction (pls let’s all remember this is made up stuff and we will never know their actual real reactions lol). also, writing this from the hole i've been hiding in, i hope you’ll enjoy iittt mwah x

a/n 2. if you haven’t seen this trend just look up ‘me jalo dance trend’ on tiktok or instagram

my masterlist

(pictures are not mine. credit to the owner!)

(divider credit!)

jeongin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ you know he knows the trend, but this is a test. will he stop what he’s doing to do this silly thing with you? the answer is inevitably yes. he would smile and cover his mouth while he laughs but he just can’t resist the sillies and does the trend with you even if it makes him feel kinda shy and embarrassed. so yeah he’ll do it but he does NOT want you to post this. which means that when you threaten to do so he will grab your phone and make silly faces to the camera before running away while you are seen chasing after him.

seungmin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ seung would be kinda reluctant at first. you'd set up the camera while he’s sitting cross legged with the biggest look of judgement. but lets not be fooled, he is on the internet and he recognizes the song as soon as the first notes play. you almost think he won’t get up to do it but once you start moving towards him he starts shimmying from the chair with a defeated sigh while you’re smiling so hard your cheeks might fall off and he is absolutely totally charmed. (he will do any silly trend you want to do just to see you smile like that) ((no he will never admit to it))

felix⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’s probably gaming and the point of springing this on him is to see if he’d stop gaming (his one true love) to do this with you. so you’d set up the camera, press play, rush to his side and tap his shoulder. he’d take his headphones off, his eyes still glued on the screen with a "what?" but as soon as he hears the song he rushes to do it with you, literally THROWING the controller away. he’ll be whining and feeling anxious about his ranking going down but there is just no way he wouldn’t join you. “using your power to do something so cruel is not right” he’d pout afterwards.

han ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’d probably be drinking coffee and would look at you set up the camera with a confused expression. you’d push the start button and at first he wouldn’t understand. he probably hasn’t seen this trend yet or he just totally forgot about it but that won’t refrain him from joining you. when it’s his turn to get to you he'd do so with a cute smile and shimmy his shoulders with an unsure smile before he breaks into his signature loud laugh. and that's just the thing with han, even if he doesn’t get it you can always count him to join in your shenanigans <3

hyunjin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ as soon as he sees you coming towards him with your phone he knows something’s up. you'd refuse to answer him as he berates you with questions, demanding to know what silly video you want to film now. you just start the timer and look at him with a serious face while he keeps rambling like a drama queen because: one, you know he’ll get it and second, seeing him getting so worked up is incredibly funny to you. and just as expected, he'd recognize the song and immediately get into the rythm, doing this silly dance trend with his years of dancing experience in tow. “you didn’t think i would remember uh, uh??” he’d brag and taunt.

changbin⊹ ࣪ ˖ you’d probably be working out together or you’d be watching him work out until you get bored and feel like annoying him. he has dumbells in hands and a focused binnie face but when he recognizes the trend a huge sweet smile splits his face and he does it with you, dumbbells still in hands which is kinda impressive ngl. he will def make that face where he opens his mouth with a quirky expression and looks all cute and shit and you just meeeeelt and giggle and you realize you should have known better than try to annoy him because that's (almost) impossible to do.

lee minho⊹ ࣪ ˖ your phone is set up and the timer is going when you (literally) drag him into view. of course he looks like an annoyed kitten but he’s not running away so there is hope. he gives it a very minimal effort when you first go towards him but the excitement on your face, your enthusiam and the way you shimmy your shoulders inevitably make him laugh and so when he goes back in your direction he’s laughing and shimmying as best he can since he doesn’t even know the trend. you'd very openly laugh at his moves until he'd scold you for making fun of him "hey it's your stupid trend!!" and go after you as you run out of frame.

bang chan ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would be in the middle of chatting with han when you put down the camera and start the video. han would ofc immediately flee so he’s not caught in your shenanigans. chan is sooo confused at first, he’d probably look at the camera with an eyebrow lifted up, unsure smile on his lips. but when you shimmy towards him he immediately starts laughing and starts moving his hips in a very mid imitation of a latin dance style before awkwardly shimmying towards you (he doesn’t really know the trend but he’s trying his best). “im proud of you old man! i didn’t think a grandpa like you would know this” you say with a taunting smile. “you little-“ and in a second you’re trapped in his arms, probably to be thrown over his shoulders as he puts you in air jail.

[yushiroll]

"Perv." Armin x Fem!Reader

Cw: College Nerdmin, masturbation, listening to him jerk off, very perverted armin, very horny stuff LMAO, reader and armin are both horny fucks

An: This is split into two parts! Part two might take me a while to make because Im going on vacation for 2 weeks but don't worry, I'll be posting it as soon as I can! (If you guys really want to~) This is my second time writing a long ass fic so dont expect it to be that good.

As always, MDNI

Armin Arlert had been your roommate for a few months now, and everything you’d thought about him before was now out the window. Your first impression of him was anything but perverse—you thought he was just the typical nerd type. Apparently, you were so, so wrong.

Despite his avid collection of books, dictionaries, and thesauruses, he also owns multiple fleshlights, has gooner anime figurines, and jerks off so loudly that you had to ask him to keep it down while you were writing an essay for your major. Who knew this boy would be so perverted? Certainly not you.

You couldn’t lie, though—his moaning does turn you on. The way his voice quivers whenever he lets out a moan, the sound of the fleshlight plopping up and down his lubricated cock… it gets you so riled up that you once convinced yourself you needed to record a voicemail of him moaning for “research purposes.”

Don’t even get me started on his tongue piercing. The first time he told you about it, you absolutely freaked out—and for good reason. Having a thing for tongue piercings, and then suddenly your cute, nerdy, perverted roomie gets one? It was like the universe was telling you to go bang him already.

“Min, I’m going somewhere with a friend,” you say, spraying your signature perfume on the crooks of your neck.

“Oh? I’m going out for a bit too,” he replies, looking away from his phone and letting his gaze land on you. He subconsciously bites the inside of his cheek—his eyes darting over every curve of your body before he snaps out of his trance, just as his pants begin to tighten.

“How long are you gonna be out?” he asks, bashfully fiddling with the drawstrings of his dark green hoodie.

“I’ll be out for a few hours—oh, and since you’re going out too, you have the extra key with you, right?” He nods.

“Alright, I’ll be going now, Min.” He gives you a small “bye,” which you return before exiting the room.

You come home absolutely fried and drained, your social battery at its lowest. It didn’t help that your friends made you take a few shots of whatever the fuck they handed you. Struggling to get out of your thigh-high boots, you stumble into the living room.

“Mmm. Guessing Min isn’t home yet,” you whisper to yourself.

“M… ‘mh… fuck… y-yeah… like that… just… like that… fuck… y-Y/n… please…”

It came from his room. Those loud, familiar, wet plops. The whimpering, the whining, the moaning—he was most definitely home.

And wait… did he just say your name?

You thought you misheard him. Maybe he was jerking off to an anime character with a name similar to yours…? You just had to eavesdrop.

Quietly walking toward Armin’s wooden door, you press your ear against it.

“Mmmh… Y-y/n… goddamnit… feels… good… ngh…

t-take it, take it, take it, please… Y/n…”

He sounded so beautiful, so hot, and so fucking desperate. You couldn’t help but shift your thighs to quell that hot, throbbing feeling. You were getting riled up by the second, biting hard on your bottom lip. He was jerking off to you. Him having a thing for you had been the last thing on your mind.

Millions of possible scenarios race through your mind as you unknowingly match the muffled rhythm of Armin’s strained breaths. Your hand slowly inches toward your aching pussy, subconsciously circling your clit through your panties.

Should I open the door? What the fuck do I even do when I do that… shit, shit, shit, you thought.

You take a deep, shaky breath before placing your hand on the metal doorknob. "Fuck it.”

You open the door—and wow, what a sight to behold. Tissues littered everywhere. Clothes scattered across the floor. A finished bottle of lube lying on his desk. A picture of you pulled up on his monitor. And finally—Armin’s tear-ridden face looking at you in horror as he makes a feeble attempt to hide his cock.

“W-what the fuck?! Don’t you fucking knock or something? Jesus Chri—GET OUT!”

His voice cracks so much you lose count of how many times it breaks. He looks pathetic—face red, tears running down his cheeks from what you’d assume were the result of hours of just jerking off. And the smell of sweat and desperation in the air? God, it was intoxicating.

“Y/n, I swear to god, if you don’t get out of my room right now I’ll—”

“Is that a picture of me on your monitor? Were you… jerking off to me?” Even though you already knew the answer, you still wanted him to say it—just to milk the embarrassment from his face.

“It’s none of your fucking business. C’mon, please get out of my room…” he pleads, his voice like music to your ears.

“Excuse me? It’s totally my business since it’s me you’re jerking off to,” you say, taking a few steps closer.

Still sitting in his sweaty gaming chair, he slowly pushes himself backward, avoiding your piercing gaze. “I-I wasn’t jerking off to you, I swear! It just so happens that your Insta was pulled up on my monitor and—”

You lean in, placing your mouth so close to his ear it makes his cock throb. “Why’d I hear you moan my name then? Multiple times?” you whisper, sending a shiver through his whole body.

He looks at you shamefully, eyes glossy and brows furrowed. “Okay, okay—I was jerking off to you! I-I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t have. It was inappropriate of me, a-and—”

You didn’t have time to hear him apologize—for something you jerk off to every night just thinking about. You pull him into a messy kiss, and it takes him no time to reciprocate.

He stands up, pushes you onto the bed, and kisses you again—eager to feel your lips against his. You feel his tongue slide into your mouth—the way it clashed with yours, the cold metal ball gliding between you—it made your warm cunt twitch.

He rubs his fingers against your clothed cunt, letting out a soft whimper when he feels how warm it is. “Fuck… can I eat you?”

[highway-143]

obsession- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, suggestive, maybe angst (?), university au, s2f2e2l (idk man) answer to this ask

pairing: soccer player!riki x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @planetmarlowe (open taglist)

word count: 4.5k

song: pretty boy- p1harmony & mastermind- taylor swift

a.n- ty anonie ehehe ilysm ur so sweet

tw: fluffy fluff, shirtless riki (HAHAHA) profanity, a lil kissing but idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you liked riki.

that was an understatement, actually.

you had the biggest crush on him it was possible to have.

and he was completely oblivious. or at least you thought he was.

you've had a crush on him since 11th grade, when he moved into your school. he was smart, funny, and the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. best soccer player too.

too bad you were too scared to talk to him.

so you thought it was the miracle of miracles that you ended up at the same university. he had gotten a full-ride scholarship to play on their soccer team, the marlins, and you somehow got in with your nervously-written application.

in all fairness, it was probably looking like you followed him. but you didn't, it was just fate.

and fate was what found you here, outside the sports field, staring at the coach's assistant ad.

that was your in.

so you texted the number, fingers crossed and heart hopeful.

you: hey, is this coach wilkins? i'm y/n l/n and i'd like to apply for the assistant job you had posted.

and then two hours later, you get a response.

wilkins: you've come to the right place! meet me in my office this afternoon around 3 and we can talk some more!

you giddily walk to her office all the way across campus from the dorms, iced coffee in hand and a sense of 'finally' coursing through your veins.

"hey! y/n, right?" she says as you open her door. her features are very tight and controlled, a slick back ponytail giving her a more youthful look even though she had to be in her late thirties. "come on in!"

you smile and sit across from her at her desk. she points to your drink.

"americano?"

you nod.

"those are my favorite!"

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "yeah, they're delicious! im actually so addicted to coffee"

"girl, me too." she leans back in her chair, propping her sneaker-clad feet on the desk. "so," she rubs her hands together. "most of the job is just helping out the team, getting waters and moving equipment, you know the drill."

she picks up a soccer ball from where it sat on her desk. "and of course there would be compensation. are you up for the job?"

you grin, liking her more and more. "of course! thank you so much coach!"

"call me sarah. first practice is tomorrow at 5 in the morning. don't be late."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"come on cupcakes, you can run faster!"

needless to say, coach wilkins is a little harsher with her team than she is with you. you watch as the group of 25 boys pant on the field, legs pumping as they run laps from goal to goal. the air is frigid and the sky is dark with the hint of light coming from the east.

you didn't regret being up to see it, even if it meant less sleep than normal.

you turn to sarah. "so how long do they last."

"as long as i tell them they need to." she winks and you laugh. "but it's usually about fifty laps before one of them needs a break."

"damn, that's impressive."

"not when the opposing teams can do sixty. that's what we focus on in morning practice. endurance."

you watch as one of the boys stumbles.

"hey crane! pick up the pace!"

he nods and pushes ahead.

you watch in awe.

"how do you just... get them to listen to you like that?"

she laughs. "i really don't know. but i do know that they know that i care about them and their futures. that might be part of it."

all of the boys push through, the first collapse at lap 57.

"great job, marlins! we're almost there!" she shouts across the field.

you scan through the sea of faces, trying to find the one all of this was for.

riki.

he was in the very back, arms raised above his head and sweat on his forehead. his tank top looked just as wet despite the chilly breeze.

his hair was a tousled mess, wet and on the verge of dripping into his eyes. it was a good look on him.

you pick up the bag of waters and start handing them out, the group of out of breath boys thanking you as soon as their hands touched the cold plastic.

your finger brushes riki's when he reaches for one, and your eyes meet his even in the swarm of sweaty shirts and shouting voices.

he grins, a sweet one that you had come to love, and says "thanks"

you smile, nod, and keep distributing the water.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"wait up!"

you turn around, hearing the voice you knew all too well, and drop the bag of soccer balls in your hands. riki comes to a stop in front of you and smiles.

"you're y/n, right? didn't we go to high school together?"

he sticks out a hand, and you shake it. "yeah, we did. i think we might have been in the same-"

"world economics class, yeah!" he interrupts, but you laugh anyway.

he grabs the bag of balls and walks with you to the storage closet across the field. "so, what did you come here for?"

"i... don't really know. i haven't decided on a major yet, i'm just trying everything."

"that's real. i didn't know you were into soccer though."

you look up at him, giving your carefully thought out excuse.

"yeah, my cousin plays so i know my way around and i saw the ad so... why not make a little extra money, you know?"

he tosses the bag into the shed and looks back at you. he looks tragically beautiful in the sunrise lighting, hair pushed out of his glinting eyes and body shimmering with sweat.

"cool. anyways, i'll see you at practice tonight?"

"yup!"

and you watch him jog off the field and back onto campus, an excitement you hadn't felt since 11th grade filling your body.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

it wasn't long before you were hooked on riki.

it all started on the third day of practice. sarah had you bring the team dinner, just sandwiches from the deli down the street.

riki, instead of sitting with his friends, walked over to the bleachers to talk to you.

you were sitting with sarah, but she gave you a part knowing, part amused, and part curious look, and gets up to berate jack wilson for throwing a tomato at grant james.

"hey," he says, sitting next to you and unwrapping his turkey sandwich. "so i was wondering... do you like parties?"

"depends on the party. why?" you ask, leg bouncing and heart racing.

"there's like... this thing? it's on sunday, and it's like, kind of a party, but more like a banquet for all the sports teams."

"yo, that's cool!" you say, trying to sound oblivious.

"yeah, it is. but there's this thing where all the starters for the teams bring.... like, a date? so i was wondering if you'd maybe wanna go? like i know we don't really know each other but it's better than asking my sister and you're the only other girl i know at this school."

you fight a giggle that was brewing in your chest, along with the massive fist-pump and cheer that would inevitably happen later.

"yeah, sounds fun! mind if i give you my number and you can text me the details?"

"sure," he hands you his phone and cracks his knuckles while you tap on it. "thank you again, you're a lifesaver."

you grin and nod, happier than you could ever have been.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

riki texted you saturday night.

riki: hey y/n, its riki. the banquet thing is gonna be at 7, so i'll come to your dorm and pick you up around 6:40 so we can walk there.

riki: sound good?

riki: its formal dress btw

you jump up and down in your room, and your roomate stares at you like you've lost your mind.

you: okay, that's perfect! see you tmrw

riki: 👍

you throw yourself onto your bed and kick your legs into the mattress. your roomate watches you with curiosity.

"are you okay? what happened?"

"just... something i've been waiting years for."

she nods and goes back to reading her book, shaking her head at you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you were on edge all day sunday.

the team had the day off for practice, so you didn't see riki at all.

nope, that's a lie.

you did see him at walmart with his little sister when you were shopping, but you ducked into the next aisle before he noticed you standing by the ice cream.

you didn't want to be awkward around him.

in retrospect, you probably would've been fine if you said hi and started a conversation, but your nerves and the family size bag of goldfish in your cart got the better of you.

you put a lot of work into your appearance that night.

the only times riki had seen you, you were wearing workout shorts or sweats and a ratty hoodie that was comfy but definetly well-loved.

but this time, it was different.

you were in a black silk dress with a low cut and a long slit from ankle to mid thigh. the straps were thin, holding the fabric up just enough so you could show a little cleavage.

a few silver bracelets adorned your wrists, a dainty necklace accentuating your collarbones, and your hair fell in perfect curls around your face.

you pulled on a pair of black heels, making yourself taller.

good, riki was fucking giant.

and when you met him outside your building, purse in hand, you're pretty sure you saw his jaw hit the floor.

he stared at you, and you did a little twirl, blushing when he blatantly looked you up and down.

"holy shit, you look stunning."

you could say the same about him, his black suit crisp over his white shirt that had a few of the buttons undone and a sliver of chest showing that you hadn't seen since senior prom.

"thank you," you say, still standing three feet away.

"we... we should get going."

you follow him through the campus, winding around the many buildings filled with students enjoying their day off.

"you look... really handsome in a suit." you say, half giggling, half embarrassed.

he laughs, a deep sound that has your legs shaking, and smirks at you.

"i haven't worn it in a while, i'm surprised it still fits."

you smile. "is it the same one from prom?"

"yeah, but i'm fairly certian i've grown since then."

"yeah, you definetly gained more muscle."

he grins, hoping you wouldn't see how happy he was that you noticed.

truth be told, riki found you really cute. your personality made him weak in the knees, and your kindness had him wanting to be around you more than he thought he'd want to be.

he was surprised that he'd never met you before.

you walk past a group of little kids playing at a park down the road. one of them, a little girl, was shouting at a boy at the top of the kiddie zipline.

"dont get hurt!" you hear her yell up to him.

you pause, and riki stumbles when he realizes you weren't walking next to him.

"okay, i promise!" he calls down.

she watches in fear as he jumps off the ledge, swinging down to where she waited at the bottom.

"you're so brave!" she said, giving him a hug.

riki recognized the look on the boy's face, it was the same one he had not even two minutes ago.

you coo at the scene.

"aren't they cute? remember being a little kid and being able to show affection like that? god, i miss those days."

you keep walking, and riki follows. "yeah, it was great."

"did you see the way he looked after?" you ask, a sparkle in your eyes when you meet riki's gaze.

"yeah, lovestruck."

you and riki laugh, your heart filled with love and happiness.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

the banquet was nicer than you thought it would be. there were thousands of people, all dressed in formal attire and milling around the room like they owned it.

riki quickly found some of his friends, and introduced you to them.

heeseung, the point gaurd for the basketball team, shook your hand and gave riki a bro hug.

jake, one of his closest friends and defender on the soccer team, gave you an easy smile, and pointed out his date, ashley, who was talking animatedly with a group of girls.

"i don't think she cares about me." he tries to laugh it off, but you see the hurt in his eyes.

riki claps him on the shoulder. "bro, she's not worth it then, you're better than that."

"yeah man," says heeseung, handing him a glass of soda from a waiter. "you're way too good to be chasing any girl that doesn't give a shit about you."

jake chuckles and takes a swig of (what you assumed was) coca cola.

"come on, y/n," heeseung turns to you. "you'd go for a guy like jake, right?"

you stutter, unsure of what to say.

"i mean, yeah! he's handsome and funny, what more could a girl ask for?"

heeseung shakes his head, laughing at riki's face.

"dude, you look like somebody just smacked your mother." says jake.

you turn to find riki composing himself, wiping the jealousy off his face and replacing it with an eye roll.

"okay buddy, time to get you off the caffeine."

jake shakes his head defiantly and takes another sip of his drink. "if you do, there are gonna be two extra balls rolling around on that soccer field."

everyone bursts into laughter, jake's smirk proving his shift in emotions.

the panel of coaches gathers everyone's attention, announcing that dinner would be served soon, and that people should start taking seats.

you, riki, heeseung, and jake all sit together, ashley somewhere across the room with the other girls.

"so riki, are you ready for the first game?" asks heeseung.

"ehh, mostly. kinda nervous but i know i'm gonna play well."

"uh, you definitely are," you say, raising an eyebrow at him. "you're literally the best forward on the team, you're gonna win the game for us."

he smiles at you. "thanks, i hope you're right."

"she's right bro, you're insanely good at soccer." says heeseung, picking at the food on his plate. "like it's scary."

riki laughs, taking a bite of steak.

jake tells you a story about his older brother and a bowl of mac and cheese for the next ten minutes, and you stand up to use the bathroom when he finishes.

jay, one of the players on the football team takes your spot, looking at riki.

"where the fuck did you find her?"

riki laughs, trying his best to not look like a dork in front of one of the most well known kid in the school.

"she's the coach's assistant for our team. i had to ask somebody last minute and she was right there." he lies. "i don't really care about her, she's kind of annoying."

jay smirks. "great, mind if i take a shot at her?"

riki's jaw clenches, furious that jay was treating you like an object to be acquired, but he has a reputation he needs to build.

"nah bro, she's all yours."

jay slides out of your seat, walking back to his table.

heeseung and jake stare at riki like he had gone insane.

"um, what the fuck just happened?"

riki shrugs his shoulders. "i have an impression to make. plus, she would never go for a guy like him. too cocky."

"okay dude, you could do that without insulting her."

riki frowns, eating his asparagus. "okay. but it's not like she's here, she doesn't have to know. and i didn't mean it."

"tell that to the girl that just ran out of the room."

riki's eyes go wide, and he swivels his head to look around, not seeing you anywhere.

"oh fuck," he looks at heeseung. "which way did she go?"

heeseung points to an entrance, and riki immediately stands from his seat.

but his path is blocked by jay.

"just asked her out, and man, you've got a weird one. she started crying when i said you told me i could have her."

riki curses under his breath.

"what was that?" asks jay, raising his eyebrow.

riki fumbles. "uh... nothing, i just... nothing."

"where are you going?"

"uh... bathroom."

riki runs toward the restroom, opening and climbing out the window, racing across the field and sprinting to your dorm in his suit.

good thing he ran for a living.

but it still wasn't enough. by the time he found your building, the doors were just closing behind you.

he stops just in front of the entrance, putting his fist on the glass and panting heavily.

"fuck. ugh."

he pulls out his phone, texting you.

riki: where'd you go?

you: sorry riki, i had an emergency. tell the guys i'm sorry i had to leave early.

riki: oh riki: do you want me to bring anything?

you: no, thanks though.

riki: ok, see you tomorrow morning

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you thought you'd be fine.

you thought you could just drown yourself with ice cream and tears and end up being happier.

but you were wrong.

practice the next morning was hell.

you ignored riki, tried not to acknowledge him when he stood right behind you, tried to distance yourself.

and he just thought you needed some time.

so he didn't try to talk to you. just played harder than ever during their scrimmage, channeling his anger towards jay.

but mostly his anger towards himself.

he couldn't stop beating himself up about it, internally kicking his nuts for being so fucking stupid.

and you just cried.

you felt like you wasted your time, like he was leading you on, like your heart had broken.

because it had.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

it was thursday night. you hadn't talked to riki for almost two weeks, and you were starting to get over it.

emphasis on the starting to.

you were putting away all the equipment, wheeling the goals away in preperation for the football game that night and collecting balls that had been forgotten near the bleachers.

and then you realize you aren't alone.

riki is kicking a ball around the field, dribbling it between his feet.

and he's not wearing a shirt.

great. whoop dee diddly doo.

you turn around, not wanting to deal with him, but he sees you before you can hide.

"y/n!" he runs over to you, but you pretend not to hear him.

maybe if you stay very silent....

nope.

"hey." he taps you on the shoulder and you spin around.

he stumbles backwards from the glare you're giving him, but keeps talking anyway.

"are you okay? i feel like you're avoiding me. what's wrong?"

he was trying to be careful, but that just made it worse. how dare he act like nothing happened. like he didn't do anything?

"whats wrong?! i'll tell you what's fucking wrong!" you're practically yelling to cover up the tears in your eyes. "it's the fact that you think i'm annoying! the fact that you brought me to that damn banquet and then fucking traded me like a piece of meat."

riki's eyes show his sadness now, his regret.

"and the fact that you called me 'stunning' and talked with me and acted like you liked me and then just..." your voice cracks and you clear your throat. "just acted like i didn't matter."

he tries to speak, but you don't let him.

"and you wanna know something, nishimura? i fucking liked you. i had for a while. but now i'm not so sure."

you walk away, leaving riki alone and at a loss for words on the field.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you don't talk to riki after that.

and he feels like he lost something important.

it's like how you feel a phantom earbud after listening to music for too long.

or how people who lost limbs sense pain in the appendage they don't have.

he had become so used to your bubbly personality, the way you could smile at anything and see the best in any situation during practice.

but you were gone, and he kept thinking he could just send you a text, fuck, even call you.

but he couldn't.

some people in his situation would be too distraught to keep up on schoolwork and sports. but not riki. his anger at the situation only fueled him during practice.

and when the first game of the season came, he was fucking ready.

coach wilkins was talking in the pre-game huddle.

"okay cupcakes, you've practiced hard and done every damn drill in the book. i know you can win this game today."

the guys nod, but riki is solemn among the nerves.

"ready?" everyone cheers. "go marlins!" she shouts.

the team breaks and runs to the field, riki at the center and facing his equal the opposing team.

you watched from the stands, a speck in the sea of blue, yellow, and silver.

you told yourself you wouldn't go, that you wouldn't think about riki.

but your willpower sucks, so you left your dorm in a marlins tee shirt, shorts, and sunglasses resting on your head even though it was dark and cloudy.

you stared as riki fought the opposing team for the ball, the stands erupting in boos, cheers, and screamed insults when the ref called a foul on him for tripping another player.

the goalie caught the shot, thankfully.

you watched the rest of the game in absolute horror, waiting for someone to finally score a point.

and then, in the last minute of stoppage time-

riki scored.

you were jostled around in the stands, the echo of cheers sounding through the stadium and out into the rest of the world as jake sprinted to riki and pulled him into a huge hug.

the rest of his team crowded around him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him.

the announcer's voice rings through the stadium. "aaaaand riki nishimura scores the final, and winning, point! marlins win the first game and will move up in the championships!"

the cheers are louder now, and you watch as somebody walks up to riki with a mic. his face is projected onto the screen, an elated smile making him look absolutely adorable.

the person with him, a reporter you think, speaks into the mic before pointing it at him. "mr. nishimura, you just won the first game! how does it feel?"

he laughs when jake shakes his shoulder, giving him a dorky grin.

"it feels great, sir!"

"anybody you'd like to thank?"

riki's smile softens, and he starts talking again. his eyes stare into the camera, but it feels like he's looking directly at you.

"yeah, firstly, coach wilkins of course! she was the one who got me here. and then there's somebody else."

the crowd whispers, the noise quieted when riki continues.

"i made a mistake, i hurt somebody that i cared for. and i hope she can forgive me for it. i dedicate my win today to her."

you have to stop the gasp that threatens to rip out of your throat. your heart is beating at a million miles per hour and you feel like all eyes are on you even though nobody could possibly know.

"well... i hope you and the young lady can kiss and make up." the man winks into the camera, making the crowd laugh.

you wait for everyone to leave the stadium until all that's left is you and riki, standing on the field and looking up to where you sat, illuminated by the industrial lights.

"y/n." he calls.

you start walking down to the field, stopping when you get to the wall seperating it from the bleachers.

"i'm so, so sorry for hurting you."

you stand there, just watching him while he walked closer to you.

"i thought that i would look cool in front of jay if i acted like i didn't care, if i let him 'have the girl.' but believe me, i was furious that he was treating you like that, but i thought i wouldn't fit in if i didn't act like them."

he's standing right in front of you now, the barrier the only thing between you.

"but i realized i was wrong. that night, at the banquet, bring around you felt like.... like being in another world. a perfect one. and i want to try again with you, but only if you'll give me a second chance. i know i might not deserve one, but it's up to you."

you watch him carefully, his face a mixture of sadness, guilt, and worry.

"riki, i...." you pause, wiping a tear from your eye. your voice feels like it's about to give out any second, so you whisper.

"i'll give you one."

riki doesn't think he heard you right.

"you're for real?"

you laugh. "for real."

he jumps over the short wall, leaving his ball behind and pulling you into a bug hig.

"can i kiss you?" his words are the quietest you've ever heard as his lips come close to your ear.

you dont respond with words, but with actions.

and when thunder rolled through the sky after a flash of lightning, that's where the rain found you and riki.

lips pressed together, arms thrown around each other, and the rest of his team on the other side of the field recording the whole thing.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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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, violence, unprotected sex, breeding, choking, pregnancy

word count: 9.4k

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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San Diego, California  La Jolla Shores - 9:30PM

Genesis spent the day with her friends at the beach while Jimmy had an important meeting with Jey and Roman, which she was unaware of. This didn't trouble her much; the girls laid their towels on the sand, their chairs reclined, soaking up the sun and enjoying the warmth of Vitamin D on their skin.

While the wind swept across the sky, Genesis snapped photos on her phone, capturing moments with Jade and the girls as they relished their time at the beach. It was then that she heard Jade call her name, drawing her attention as she turned to look.

“Girl you fought Trinity again?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, she kept playing with me, girl. Like it’s not my fault that Jon had made his mind up.” Genesis responded with an eye roll.

“Girl I heard you fucked her up badly.”

Genesis rolled her shoulders, determined not to allow someone like Trinity to disrespect her; she was resolute in standing her ground.

“Speaking of Jon, did you talk to him about it?” She asked.

Genesis felt a bit bewildered initially, but then she remembered their discussion from the previous night regarding her decision to stop using birth control and her desire to have children.

“Yeah, we had a discussion about it last night.” 

Jade dragged on, “Anddd?” 

“And I decided to get off birth control.” Jade let out a joyful squeal, drawing the other girl's gaze as she embraced her best friend, thrilled at the news of becoming an aunt. “Oh my gosh, I’m finna be an auntie girl!”

That caught Jackie and Liv’s attention with their eyes wide open. “Girl what? Gigi you pregnant?”

“Girrrl, did Jon knock you up?” Genesis chuckled at them while shaking her head while rolling her eyes playfully.

“Nooo, I’m just getting off of birth control in order for me to have a baby.” Genesis explained.

“You’re actually going for it?” Liv asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, I already made up my mind that he was the one for me as soon as we had that kiss at the club during that game of truth or dare.”

“You would look good being pregnant girl like seriously.”

The thought of having her girls by her side during this challenging time, especially with the impending court trial against Zilla, filled her with joy as she realized she would need all the support she could gather.

As she gently caressed her belly, thoughts of finally welcoming her baby filled her mind; this would be her rainbow baby, a precious gift after the heartache of losing her first child during her time with Quincy.

“We need to start checking out schedules so we can plan out the baby shower soon.” Jackie said.

“Girl! The baby not even in my womb yet and y'all already tryna plan a baby shower.” Genesis giggled at them.

“Look Gigi we gotta be prepared for it that’s what is important!” 

With a sigh, she rolled her eyes once more at the notification that popped up, indicating that Jimmy had messaged her, prompting her to click and find out what he had to say.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Hey baby you good?

Gigi🤍: yeah, I’m good Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s good ik you got come cute ass pictures to send me while being out I miss seeing yo’ face

As she browsed her photo gallery, she selected some recent pictures from her outings with the girls, fully aware that they would send him into a frenzy.

Gigi🤍: [sent three attachments]

Jimmy loved the attachments

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: damn mama you look hella good rn getting me all bricked up while I’m handling business 

Gigi🤍: it’s hard for me daddy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: very 🥴

Gigi🤍: lemme see daddy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: girl you tryna get me caught up rn?

Gigi🤍: maybeeee 😛🙂‍↕️

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: [sent an attachments]

She gazed at his impressive eight-inch member displayed on her screen, her mouth watering at the sight—she had become utterly captivated by how attractive it appeared.

Gigi🤍: it’s pretty daddy very pretty 🥴

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: it would be more pretty if yo’ white cream was coating it rn baby like some ice cream

She felt a rush of excitement as she rubbed her thighs together, becoming increasingly aroused by the way he was messaging her at that moment.

Gigi🤍: I’m getting wet Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah? I can fix that for you later on tonight mamas

Gigi🤍: Bo, I’m so sore I feel like you bruised my cervix enough.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then ig you don’t want it 🫡

She realized he was playfully mocking her from behind that annoying phone, causing her to rub her thighs even more.

Gigi🤍: omfg I dooo but you need to be gentle Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: when you got some good ass pussy like that? It’s hard for me not to pound that shi in mama yk that

Gigi🤍: pleaseee Bo please

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight aight baby I’ll be gentle I’m surprised you can still walk after the work I put in

Gigi🤍: I DONT NEED MY LEGS LOCKED OKAY 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: 😭😭 relax princess relax 

Gigi🤍: what? I’m just saying sir 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you funny Gigi but you gon’ lemme breed you mamas?

Genesis couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this—having his kids, her rainbow baby.

Gigi🤍: mhmm I want you to fill me up good too

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: we in this forever mamas 🫶🏽

Gigi🤍: forever Bo 💗

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: well imma let you go and hang out with yours girls I’ll see you when I get back from handling some stuff I love you ❤️

Gigi🤍: I love you more Bo 🫶🏽

Genesis rested her phone beside her, reclining in the chair as the sun warmed her shimmering skin and a gentle breeze danced around her.

“You really gonna have his kids Gigi?” Jade asked.

“Yes, I’m ready for this new chapter in my life and put everything else behind me.” Genesis responded as she had seen her best friend smiling at her.

“I’m so proud of you Gigi.”

She smiled at Jade, “me too bestie me too.”

—

Empty Warehouse - 12:30PM

Jimmy and his friends were dealing with Quincy, who was bound to a chair with duct tape, enduring their torment while glaring at them with a serious expression.

His lower lip was swollen, his left eye badly bruised. One of his ribs was fractured, making it difficult for him to breathe as he sniffled, blood trickling from his nose.

“Where the fuck is Genesis? I want to speak to her!” Quincy hollered.

Jimmy was enjoying a blunt, sharing it with his friends while casually spinning his gun with his thumb, the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the deserted warehouse. “what made you work for my cousin Quincy?” Jimmy asked.

As he circled Quincy’s chair, he recalled the sight of him battling fiercely while glaring up, causing Quincy to spit blood onto the pavement.

“Nigga ion gotta answer to yo—“

Smack

With a sinister grin, Jimmy struck Quincy in the face with the butt of his Glock, forcing him to look up as blood streamed from his nose.

His voice was deep and gravelly.

“You do gotta answer to me especially when it’s about my lady you tryna see.” Jimmy stood up while keeping his Glock in his hand.

“Imma ask you again, what made you work for my cousin?” 

Quincy looked up at Jimmy, noticing the Glock in his hand, his thumb poised on the trigger, ready for any smart remark. The metallic taste of blood from his nose lingered as he ran his tongue over his lower lip.

Quincy begins to say, “For the money, I needed the money.”

“The money that you stole from my lady? You tryna pay all of that so you wouldn’t have to go to jail for it.”

“She fucking took everything from me! And I wasn’t finna go to prison because she claims I stole her money!”

“But you did though and then you cheated on her like she ain’t mean shit to you.”

Smack

Jimmy had pistol whip him again.

“And now you wanna stalk her and harass her because yo’ ass needed the money?”

Quincy gazed up at him, his face set in a serious expression, as he felt the blood trickling down the side of his head and running down his leg.

Jimmy exhaled slowly, shaking his head as he took another drag from the blunt in his hand before handing it back to Roman.

Click

That’s when he had sighed, “I always thought you were a piece of shit when Genesis told me what you did to her, especially ruining her dreams of becoming a mother.”

He heard Quincy scoff.

“She told you that? I didn’t think she would.” Quincy said.

“What makes you think she wouldn’t?” Jimmy asked.

“Because she’s a quiet person, I'm surprised she told you about the miscarriage—I could’ve done more than that.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at him, “more like what? Abuse her? When you already did enough damage to her Quincy?”

Quincy nonchalantly shrugged, indifferent to Genesis and her feelings throughout their five years together. “Why didn’t she leave? Why did it take her so long to leave?”

“Maybe because she loved you and wanted you to change?” 

Jimmy was appalled to hear those words from Quincy; it was clear how little he valued Genesis. She deserved better—especially not from someone like Quincy, who would only betray her and take her money.

“I wasn’t gonna change anything for her.” He said.

“After everything she did for you? Helped you build your little dumbass company, you couldn’t just be there for her?” Jimmy said.

Quincy shrugged his shoulders again.

Smack

After receiving yet another blow to the face, Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair, scratching it in frustration—he was at the end of his rope and no longer wanted to engage with him.

“Did she give it up to you?”

Jimmy glanced at Quincy, a dark chuckle escaping him as he responded to the question.

“What? What does that have to do with you?”

 “She's been celibate for five years during our marriage and didn’t give me any.”

“That’s because you cheated on her you fucking idiot.”

Jimmy was astounded that this idiot was so out of touch with reality regarding his actions towards Genesis—it was driving him absolutely crazy.

“You would do the same if you were in my shoes.” Quincy retorted.

This caused Jimmy to laugh at him while aiming his Glock at Quincy's head, his dark eyes fixed on him. As Jimmy gazed into those eyes, he found them devoid of any remorse or shame for the harm he had inflicted on Genesis over the past five years, which turned his stomach in disgust.

Click

“You make me fucking sick, I can’t wait to end yo’ fucking life I could never do that to her.” Jimmy remarked.

He held the icy Glock firmly against his temple, causing Quincy to tilt his head slightly, as Jimmy's finger hovered over the trigger, poised to pull it. “Tryna talk to her knowing this was a tactic from my cousin just to have control and I won’t have that so this will be a message to him.”

He had gotten closer towards his ear and whispered something in Quincy’s ear.

“I run this fucking shit.” As Jimmy squeezed the trigger, a gunshot reverberated through the desolate warehouse, causing flocks of birds to take flight in panic. Blood splattered across him, mingling with the remnants of Quincy’s shattered skull on the floor, where his lifeless body slumped in the chair, head bowed.

Jimmy cleaned the blood from his Glock, noticing the stains on his clothes and the splatters on his face. He turned away, casting one last look at the motionless body slumped in the chair before tucking his gun back into his waistband.

He pulled out another rolled blunt, igniting it and taking a few deep puffs, letting out a heavy sigh—aware that this chapter was nearing its end. Now, he needed to concentrate on Zilla, the jerk who had stirred up all this chaos and unleashed that side of him.

He had long suppressed this part of himself, but meeting Genesis stirred it up again, especially when people began to notice her, which he found unsettling.

But the crazy thing about it is.

She liked it.

And didn’t mind it, that turned him on.

She was his ride or die

She understood that his actions were solely aimed at safeguarding her, as he tidied up his own troubles to avoid any run-ins with the law—taking another drag from the blunt, he faced Roman and Jey, who stood there with their arms crossed.

“What’chu want us to do Twin?” Jey asked.

“Take his body and dump it in the river afterwards we are gonna clean everything.”  Jimmy responded.

That’s when Roman begins to say something, “I’m hearing I’m finna be an uncle?”

Jimmy turned his head around facing Roman’s direction as he smiled. 

“Yeah, we made a decision about it.”

“You catching bodies left to right for her Uce.” This made Jimmy laugh, realizing that his cousin was right about him taking on anyone who stood in their way.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, “they brought that side out of me Uce something I keep hidden for a reason.”

“Well it seems like being with Gigi changed that, does it scare her when she knows you’re killing these folks?”

Jimmy never considered that she might be afraid of him; usually, when he was in this state, she would simply tend to his injuries and ensure he was okay.

“Nah she don’t, she would’ve told me.” 

“Oh I see, she likes it huh?”

“Hell yeah, she loves this dangerous side of me.”

“Wonder what the little one  will be like when he or she comes into the world.” He said.

“Me too.” Jimmy agreed.

Jimmy had grabbed his phone from his pockets to see that Genesis had posted something on her story and the way she looked in that swimsuit did numbers on him—he could feel his dick harden in his Nike shorts just by looking at her.

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: fuck mamas you getting me hard rn 😩🥴

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: body is teaaaaa

jadecargill replied to your story: eating the girls up bestieee

romanreigns replied to your: I heard from a little birdie that im finna be uncle?

uceyjucey replied to your story: so Gigi I’m gonna be a uncle dawg?

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: girlllll this is eatinnn I don’t wanna leave the yacht 😭😭

trickwilliams_wwe replied to your story: damn girl 😮‍💨

He ran his tongue along his lips while shifting in his shorts, the outline of his arousal evident, prompting him to send a message to Genesis.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Mamas? 

Gigi🤍: yes Bo?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I need you mamas like bad

Gigi🤍: right now Bo?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes now Gigi 

Gigi🤍: can’t you wait until I come back?

He couldn’t wait any longer with his hardened dick making him sexually frustrated as he sighed.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: baby please

Gigi🤍: you lucky I love yo’ crazy ass horny ass I’ll be at the hotel in a few minutes.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: bet

He ran his tongue along his lips while shifting in his shorts, the outline of his arousal evident, prompting him to send a message to Genesis.

“Aye, imma head out now I’ll see yall later.” He announced as Roman and Jey looked at him.

“A’ight then.” Jey said 

“He finna go make that baby with Gigi.” Roman states as Jimmy gave him the middle finger causing Jey to shake his head while having a crooked smile on his face.

“Shit I can’t blame him, he loves him some Gigi.”

—

As Jimmy entered their hotel room, he could hear the shower running in the bathroom, indicating that Genesis was inside. He quickly stripped off his bloodstained clothes and stuffed them into his duffel bag, standing completely naked before making his way into the bathroom to join Genesis.

As he opened the door, the sound of her R&B music filled the bathroom—she was softly humming the lyrics to 'Worst Behaviour' by KWN featuring Kehlani, completely absorbed in her routine, oblivious to the fluttering shower curtains and the chill of the breeze.

As he entered, he observed her from a distance before taking any action—she was lost in the music, humming along to the lyrics that filled the air. His gaze traced her curves, and the way her hips swayed stirred something deep within him.

Hearing Genesis sing the lyrics, “she said slut me out oh slut me out, I’ll put yo’ ass to work. I’m sure gon’ put yo’ ass to work.” It made him chuckle listening to her soft voice sing the lyrics out and about.

He approached her gently from behind, encircling her waist, which made her flinch at his unexpected touch. As he planted soft kisses along her neck, she could feel his rigid form pressing against her.

His soft, damp kisses trailed from her neck to her shoulders, causing her to giggle with delight as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“You sure singing those lyrics out baby.” Jimmy said.

“Well you over here texting me saying how badly you needed me Bo.” Genesis retorted as she wrapped her arms around his neck gazing into his eyes.

With a playful grin, Jimmy leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss against her lips, his hand gently encircling her throat.

“Tell me whatchu want daddy to do mamas.” Without a moment's hesitation, Genesis switched off the shower, seized his hand, and pulled him out, leading him into their hotel room.

She gently pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, showering kisses across his glistening skin while his hands explored her curves, finally landing on her backside for a playful smack.

“C’mere and ride my face baby.” He said.

Following instructions, she positioned herself with her knees on either side of his head, feeling his hands glide along her thighs. Gripping the headboard for balance, she gradually descended onto his face, releasing a satisfied sigh as her intimate area connected with his inviting, soft lips.

Jimmy grinned to himself before playfully teasing her with gentle licks. He began at the edge of her entrance, gradually working his way up to her clit. Her breaths became deeper, and her soft whimpers grew more pronounced.

Gently, he explored every inch of Genesis's softness with his tongue, planting tender kisses before he found her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before enveloping it with his mouth.

She gently nibbled on it, eliciting a soft moan from her as she adjusted her position, propping her right elbow on the headboard while her left hand caressed Jimmy's hair with tender strokes. Genesis tilted her head down and subtly thrust her hips against his face. “Fuck, Jimmy.”

The seductive allure of Genesis and the flavor of her essence on his tongue were all that Jimmy craved at that moment. Although he longed for some release, his arousal was palpable. Yet, he could postpone that; he was captivated by her moans, which resonated most beautifully when he was nestled between her thighs. He returned to her entrance, eagerly savoring the sweetness that had pooled there while he had been teasing her clit.

He gasped in delight at her delightful flavor and the soft moan that escaped her lips, feeling his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her thighs.

Jimmy aimed to take his time, but his desire for her was becoming increasingly hard to control. When she grew impatient, she playfully tugged at his hair, while he continued to tease her entrance with his tongue, yet he held back from fully giving in.

“B-Bo…” She begged softly, swaying her hips and shivering slightly as his nose brushed against her clit. Jimmy grinned to himself and slipped his tongue inside her, struggling to resist the urge to withdraw it moments later. Genesis let out a soft moan.

“Like this mamas?”  He murmured in a low voice, his hands gradually gliding from her thighs to her backside. Genesis bit her lip and softly replied in agreement, feeling too overwhelmed to speak clearly with his lips on hers and the thrill of his voice sending shivers of delight throughout her body.

Succumbing to her wishes while finally embracing his own cravings, Jimmy plunged in with fervor, abandoning the earlier teasing and slow tempo. He drove his tongue deep into her, pulling it almost entirely out before thrusting it back in. Above him, she was a symphony of moans as his slick muscle moved in and out, her grip on his hair tightening, mirroring the way her inner walls enveloped his tongue.

“G-gonna c-cum..” She struggled to catch her breath, unable to complete her thought, yet Jimmy understood her perfectly. As he explored her with his tongue in different rhythms, he gently stimulated her clitoris with his nose while sucking on her. When Genesis began to softly whimper his name, he let out a groan against her and shifted a hand from her backside to his groin, moaning even more intensely as he finally indulged in the pleasure of gripping his arousal.

“Cum for me mamas, gimmie that shit.” In mere moments, she could no longer contain herself, releasing a deep moan as her creamy essence beautifully adorned his beard. Her breath was unsteady, and her sight was hazy as he savored her like it was the final feast of his day.

She rose from him, feeling his weight pressing her into the sheets as he intertwined their fingers, showering her with kisses across her body—his tongue swirling around her nipples and sucking gently, making her squirm with pleasure at his every touch.

He trailed kisses down to her stomach and back up to her neck, leaving his mark as a sign of possession. Jimmy locked eyes with her, captivated by her innocent gaze, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips, allowing her to savor her own taste.

“you want daddy to do what to you baby?” His voice had a rich, gravelly quality.

His intense gaze made her uneasy, prompting her to look away until he finally addressed it. “un-un look at me baby, don’t be all shy now mamas.”

She looked into his dark and lustful eyes as she bit the bottom of her lower lip.

“Slut me out.” Though her voice was barely above a whisper, he couldn't tell just how soft it was, as her nerves got the better of her in his presence. “What was that Gigi?”

As she articulated her thoughts more clearly, her confidence began to grow. “Slut me out Bo, come slut me out.” 

That was everything he needed to hear from her. He pulled her by the ankles towards his hips, her legs resting over his shoulders. He took her feet in his hands, kissing them and gently sucking on her manicured toenails, his tongue gliding around them before he slowly entered her warmth.

He moved with deliberate, deep thrusts, creating an intense pressure as she pulled him closer, her fingers weaving through his curls in a passionate embrace. Jimmy planted gentle kisses on her cheek and along her jaw, driving himself deeper into her.

“Fuckk, Daddy.” She moaned out softly.

“What princess? It feels good?” He whispered.

“Y-yes so so, good daddy.” A sly smile crept onto his lips as he quickened his steps, aware of her discomfort; he had assured her he would be gentle.

As their lips met in a passionate kiss, she felt his hands slide beneath her, gently cupping her curves while he pushed deeper inside her, eliciting soft whimpers of pleasure from her lips.

The head of his dick repeatedly pressed against her cervix, making her feel lightheaded and disoriented—his tongue danced within her mouth, tasting the warmth of their mingled saliva as they broke apart, watching their spit blend together before he playfully sucked on her tongue and leaned in for another kiss.

Her thoughts were overwhelmed with ecstasy as the sensation of his balls hitting her clit sent her into a frenzy, all while he continued to deliver those slow, deep thrusts that she adored.

As they separated, Jimmy's hands found their way to her thighs, urging her legs closer to her hips while his own hips began to thrust against hers, their movements creating a rhythm as he watched himself enter and exit her.

Genesis's eyes fluttered as she clutched the sheets behind her, the way her creamy essence enveloped him made it effortless for him to move in and out.

It was so warm in there it was like he never wanted to leave.

“J-Jimmy y-you p-promised..” Genesis complained as he attempted to shove him away by his midsection.

“I told you baby it’s hard for me not to pound you in when you got some good pussy, move yo’ hand.” Jimmy grunted between his thrust.

Ignoring his words, she pressed her hand against his stomach in an attempt to ease the overwhelming pressure she was experiencing. In response, he struck her lightly on her left thigh while she whimpered, tilting his head slightly in her direction.

“What I say Gigi?”

Once more, she ignored him as he struck her thigh again, his voice resonating deeper this time, sending chills down her spine with each word he uttered while thrusting his hips further with every syllable.

“Move. Yo’. Fuckin’. Hand.”

She began to pout at him like a puppy.

“Dadddy.”

“Nah, don’t do allat pouting shit now. Should’ve listened to me the first time Gigi now take this dick.” He delivered relentless blows from various angles, leaving her dazed and disoriented, as if she were seeing stars and lights, completely bewildering her mind.

He was slowly shattering her, piece by piece, as her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists, struggling to endure. He reveled in the sight of her breaking down beneath him each time they reached this point.

“B-Bo…” she muttered.

“What baby? Huh?” He playfully thrust into her, searching for the right words to express himself while her nails clawed at his arms.

“I-I, F-fuckk.”

His hand tightened around her throat, driving her wild as the sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, the headboard thumping against the wall, likely annoying anyone in the neighboring room who could hear the relentless noise.

“You can’t what mama? Huh tell daddy what you can’t do.” Jimmy urged her to take her time, allowing her the space to find the right words.

“Fuck, I can’t take it daddy.” Genesis successfully extricated herself as she gazed at his member glistening with her creamy essence, watching him gradually withdraw.

Her words brought a sly smile to his face as he deliberately thrust deep inside her, the tip of him pressing against her cervix, leaving her mouth slightly ajar in response.

With her head reclined against the sheets and her back slightly arched, she felt Jimmy's lips trail along her jawline. One hand gripped her hips while the other caressed her neck, as he thrust into her, demonstrating that she could handle all of him.

“Say it again.”

“I-I, C-can’t…”

His balls were hitting her clit repeatedly.

“Tell daddy you can take it mamas, tell daddy you can take all of his big dick inside of you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as a tight knot twisted in her stomach, signaling that she was nearing her peak—he gently brushed the tears from her cheeks while maintaining his grip around her throat. “Tell me baby.”

His possessiveness and danger excited her, especially as she embraced this side of him that he had recently begun to reveal.

“Fuckkk. Daddy I can take this big dick of yours!” Genesis exclaimed, her eyes wide and pleading like a puppy's, as she stood on the verge of her release, just as she had done before.

He leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on her full lips, followed by several more as the air grew heavy with their shared breaths and warmth, making the room feel stifling. Jimmy moved his hips in a rhythmic motion, repeatedly finding her sweet spot, leaving her feeling overwhelmed by his presence.

Their foreheads gently pressed together, they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. He softly kissed her lips, reassuring her that she could let go and trust him.

“Let it go mamas, I gotchu baby.” 

“Fuck, it’s coming Jimmy ouuu it’s coming.” 

“Cum for me baby I want it all mamas.” With a gentle sigh, she felt a warm rush as her essence trickled down her thighs and onto the sheets, accompanied by a soft, squishy sound.

Her body trembled as her essence mingled with him, while he relentlessly drove her to ecstasy.

He held her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her with such intensity that she could no longer meet his gaze, burying her face in the process.

“Move yo’ fucking arm away from yo’ face Gigi lemme’ see how good I’m beating this pussy up..” He demanded as he removed her arm away from her face.

He found it thrilling to see Genesis looking so despondent beneath him, gripping the sheets tightly as he felt himself pulse within her.

With each thrust, his movements grew increasingly sluggish and uncoordinated, as he aimed for Genesis to experience every bit of him.

“Fuck Gigi, I’m finna cum mamas.” He moved his hips deeper inside of gushy insides.

“Breed me, let’s have a baby Bo.”

“You want my babies Mami? Huh?”

“Yes daddy, yes!” 

With one final thrust, Jimmy filled her completely, his warmth enveloping her as they both released a shared moan, feeling the intensity of their connection.

After ensuring he had filled her completely with his warm essence, he withdrew, causing some of his release to spill onto the sheets. They both lay there, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison for a brief moment.

Jimmy leaned in, his face nestled against her neck, feeling the warmth emanating from both of them. Her fingers danced in soft circles on his back as he gently kissed her neck, trying to comfort her.

A soft laugh escaped their lips as they locked eyes for a brief moment, both coming to the beautiful realization that they were about to welcome a child into the world together.

However, her laughter was distinct, tinged with nervousness as she feared the possibility of another miscarriage. He noticed her silence and gently pressed his lips against hers.

“You good mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“Mhm.” Genesis responded.

He cast her a knowing glance, fully aware that she was struggling and needed to express her feelings to him rather than keeping them bottled up, a habit he wished she would break.

“Baby, I need you to communicate with me. Don’t shut me out please.”

She sighed deeply, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous about this Bo.”

“Baby I told you that I gotchu mamas.” At that moment, they exchanged places, with her positioned above him while his head rested against the bed's headboard.

She nervously played with her fingers, steering clear of his gaze, while he gently lifted her chin with his hand, compelling her to meet his eyes.

“I know you do, I’m just more worried about getting another mis—“ He pressed his lips against hers, silencing her. He was determined to stop her from completing that sentence, fully aware that it was not going to come to fruition—he would not permit it.

“Don’t, that’s not gonna happen Gigi. I won’t let that happen.”

Jimmy gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, gazing deeply into her eyes. He understood her fears, her past, and the struggles she had faced, and he was determined to protect her from any further pain.

“What if—“ 

Jimmy cuts her off, “It ain’t no what ifs Gigi, we are gonna have a healthy baby. And after this court date we gonna take a week off from work and imma take you somewhere you hear me?” She agreed silently, choosing not to argue further, and rested her head on his chest as he soothingly rubbed her back in gentle circles.

“We are in this together Gigi, I’m not gonna let you go through that again aight?”

“Okay.”

They settled into the bed together, with her resting on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, and gently kissed her temple before they both closed their eyes and fell asleep side by side.

—

Three Weeks Later - Utah, Salt Lake City 2:30PM

Genesis had been unwell for more than three weeks since returning from San Diego. She couldn't even enjoy her favorite foods, as she found herself rushing to the bathroom repeatedly. While at the hotel for Monday Night Raw, she quickly decided to message Jade and the girls to come over.

As Genesis rose from the bed, she heard a knock at the door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by her best friend and the girls, all wearing concerned looks.

She closed the door behind them, revealing her cozy pajamas and fluffy slides. As they settled onto the bed, they all waited for Genesis to speak.

“Girl, is everything okay?” Jade asked.

“No, I’ve been throwing up and getting sick for the past three weeks yall I can’t even keep up the food I eat.” Genesis responded as Jade and the girls looked over at each other.

“Gigi, when was the last time you had your cycle?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, I haven't been on it since I had the nexplanon in my arm.”

Jade's eyes grew wide when she heard that, her hands rummaging through her purse while everyone around her watched. Once she located what she needed, she handed it over to Genesis.

It was a pregnancy test.

“Go use the bathroom, this is the only way to know if you’re pregnant or not Gigi.” She said as Genesis nodded her head.

Genesis walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Staring at the pregnancy test in her hand, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noting the subtle changes in her belly over the past three weeks, though nothing seemed drastically different.

She removed the pregnancy test from its packaging and walked to the bathroom, lowering her shorts and underwear before using the test.

After finishing her bathroom visit, she cleaned herself up and flushed the toilet. Avoiding the test results, she turned it over and headed to the sink to wash her hands with soap.

Despite having discussed it with Jimmy three weeks ago in San Diego, she was still filled with anxiety. The thought of another miscarriage haunted her, and the possibility of experiencing that heartbreak again terrified her.

But she had hope.

After a brief moment of pacing anxiously in the bathroom and nervously biting her nails, she finally mustered the courage to turn over the pregnancy test. As soon as she saw the positive result, she instinctively covered her mouth in shock.

Genesis knelt down and started to cry softly, trying to keep her sobs from reaching the other girls. She was in disbelief.

She was pregnant with his child 

their child.

Tears of Joy were running down her cheeks as she heard the door knocking, hearing Jackie’s voice.

“Hey Gigi! Are you doing okay in there?” Jackie asked.

Genesis swiftly dried her tears and rose from her knees, regaining her composure as she picked up the pregnancy test from the sink counter.

“Y-yeah! I’m coming out right now!” Genesis shouted as she glanced in the mirror, ensuring she didn't appear as if she'd just been crying before stepping outside.

As she swung the door open, the girls were taken aback, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her beaming smile, prompting a collective gasp.

“Gigi don’t fucking play with me are you pregnant?” 

Despite her efforts to maintain composure, she couldn't hold back her emotions as she presented them with a positive pregnancy test, tears streaming down her face. The girls erupted in joyful screams, rushing to embrace her in a tight group hug, sharing in her overwhelming happiness.

She wept against Jade's chest while Jade gently ran her fingers through her hair, comforting her with the promise that everything would be alright and that Jimmy would look after her—offering her reassurance just like the other girls did.

They were beyond happy for Genesis knowing that this will be her second try of becoming a mother without any stress like she endured before—they knew Jimmy was going to take good care of her and their baby.

“I can’t believe it you are pregnant bestie.” 

She sniffed her nose while wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. “Me too, I get to finally have my rainbow baby after so long.”

“We are so happy for you like seriously, how you think he’ll react to the news?” Liv said.

Genesis had never considered how he would respond to the news of her pregnancy until this moment. She decided to hold off on telling him until he returned to the hotel for work, as she felt unable to face him before tonight's show.

“Honestly I hope that he’ll be happy about this, I want to tell him when he gets off because I don’t think I’ll be able to make it without throwing up.”

“Girl, you know I got’chu for the interviews and stuff don’t worry.” She heard Jackie say which made her smile.

“Thank you I appreciate it Jackie.”

The girls all gathered in the hotel room, with Genesis providing comfort and support to ensure she was alright. However, when it was time for them to leave for the arena, she found herself alone and feeling bored, unable to go to work because she wasn't feeling her best.

While lying in bed, watching Twilight on TV with the curtains drawn, she felt her phone vibrate. She reached for it and noticed a text from Jimmy.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Baby wya?

She realized he would become frantic if he didn't see her, fully aware of how dependent he was on her presence.

Gigi🤍: I’m not feeling good rn Bo so Jackie is taking over until I get better 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s wrong? Do I need to come see you?

Gigi🤍: I just haven’t been able to eat or keep up with whatever I’m eating lately and nooo stay at work Bo I’ll be fine love

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Babyyy I need you here mamas 🥺

She chuckled at his clinginess.

Gigi🤍: Ik Bo ik but I’m sick Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Mamassss 😩😩

Gigi🤍: what? I don’t wanna get nobody sick Bo including you.

Genesis didn’t want to ruin the surprise of her being pregnant with his child.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: we can be sick together Gigi just come here

Gigi🤍: no Bo I can’t Paul already gave me the okay to stay at the hotel bc of this 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: 🙄🙄 fine I’m finna be pissed and upset bc you ain’t here with me

Gigi🤍: that’s fine you can do that all you want but yk you’ll still be coming back to hotel afterwards and I have a surprise for you anyways so 😁

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah most definitely coming home and yo’ ass better be up too 

Gigi🤍: whatever nigga I’ll see you later I love you ❤️ 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too 

Genesis glances at her phone, realizing she has ample time to get ready for the exciting surprise of revealing that they are expecting a baby together.

She picked up the hotel key card along with the rental car keys as she changed into something more comfortable before heading out of the hotel room.

—

Hilton Salt Lake City Hotel - 10:40PM

Once she confirmed that everything was set, she tucked the box away in one of the kitchen cabinets. Just then, she heard the door unlock, indicating that Jimmy had returned from work. When she turned to greet him, she noticed the disappointment on his face for her absence.

He set his duffle bag aside and scanned the room for Genesis. When their eyes finally met, she approached him with an innocent smile, capturing his full attention.

She rose onto her tiptoes, encircling his neck with her arms, and gently pressed her lips against his. He reciprocated with a kiss, looking down at her petite frame before him.

“Hii Daddy.” Genesis said with a soft tone in her voice.

Without uttering a word, he lifted her by her thighs and carried her to the bed, gently pressing her down onto the cool sheets. He positioned himself between her legs, leaning in to shower her neck with soft, lingering kisses.

“J-Jimmy, B-baby.” She said.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, why you didn’t show up mamas?” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“I told you I was sick Bo.”

He gently kissed his way up to her jawline, prompting her to tilt her head slightly to grant him better access, before planting a few soft kisses on her lips.

“And I told you let's be sick together Gigi.” She realized he was angry and frustrated about her absence from work because of her pregnancy, but he was unaware of the reason.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her as he removed his hoodie, tossing it aside.

“Baby, it’s a different type of sickness that only us women can get sir.”

He raised an eyebrow at her with a confused expression on his face. “What you talkin about lil mama?”

At that moment, she gently nudged him away as she rose from the bed, heading to a kitchen cabinet to retrieve a box containing two pregnancy tests and some neutral baby clothes, since they were unaware of the baby's gender.

She approached him as she crawled back into bed, presenting him with a small box.

“Open it Bo.” She said.

Initially hesitant, Jimmy was compelled by her insistence. As he opened the box, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of baby clothes and two positive pregnancy tests, shifting his gaze between her and the contents of the box.

“Gigi, you playing with me right? You not pregnant for real mamas.” He questioned her.

“Bo, I’m pregnant look at the two positive tests.” She protested.

“Nah, this gotta be a prank Gigi, yo’ ass must be pranking me.” She shook her head while coming towards him to sit on his lap, playing with his curls, saying, "It's not a prank, baby. I'm serious."

He lifted her by the thighs, showering her with kisses on the lips as he twirled her around, leaving her feeling a delightful sense of dizziness.

Jimmy beamed at her with joy. They are truly about to embark on the journey of parenthood, just like real parents.

“I can’t believe it, I’m going to be a father.” Jimmy said softly, with excitement in his voice.

“Me too, I’m having my rainbow baby.” Genesis said before yawning.

Jimmy set the box beside the mini dresser while gently laying Genesis on the bed. As she observed him shedding the last of his clothes, she couldn't help but admire his sculpted physique, strong build, and stunning Samoan tattoos. Captivated by his presence, she stepped closer and stood before him, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

With his striking features captivating her, Genesis couldn't resist the urge to touch him as she felt his hand gently wrap around her waist.

“What’s up baby?” As he turned his gaze towards her, Genesis met his eyes with a look of pure innocence, leaning in to press her lips against his neck in a soft, lingering kiss.

As she showered him with soft, lingering kisses on his neck, she felt his hands glide down to her backside, holding it firmly as she left her mark on him.

He took hold of her thighs and leaned back toward the bed, where he settled down with her, positioning her on his lap.

He grasped her throat firmly, halting her movement.

“This the type of timing you on Gigi?” His voice was deep and raspy, sending chills down her spine.

“Only if you can keep up big daddy.” She said with a smile on her face.

Genesis slid off his lap as he shifted back toward the headboard, pulling down his sweatpants and PSD boxers. He watched as his long, curved erection rose and pressed against his stomach.

She felt her mouth water at the sight, while his deep-set eyes remained locked on her as she gently pushed her braids aside.

She began to caress him gently, feeling the warmth and noticing the pre-cum oozing as he surrendered to her touch.

She playfully kissed the beautiful tip of his manhood, teasing him as she noticed his breath hitch; he usually never permitted her this kind of teasing; typically, he would assert control or showcase his dominance.

“F-fuck, stop teasing me princess.” He grunted as she laughed at him before leaning down.

She playfully circled her tongue around the tip, descending fully until it brushed against the back of her throat.

She rhythmically moved her head, feeling his soft moans slip from his lips as she looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the headboard, his legs tensed in response.

He opened his eyes, gazing intently into her essence while she drained the very life from him, his hand tenderly stroking her cheek.

“Mhm, keep eating this dick yo fo’ me baby, just like that.” She was captivated by his voice at that moment; it was intensifying her desire even further.

“Keep talkin’ to me daddy.” She whispers quietly as she keeps swirling her tongue around the tip.

Genesis sensed his movements as he thrust his hips, driving himself further into her mouth. Gripping her braids tightly, he began to face-fuck her. She focused on her breathing, allowing him to take control while listening to his labored breaths.

“Shit mamas, your mouth feels so warm wrapped around me like this.” Jimmy grunted. “Letting me fuck this pretty ass face.”

The only sounds that filled the air were the slick, wet sounds of her lips, as her saliva cascaded down his shaft and coated her hands.

He took every opportunity to mistreat her throat, causing her eyes to flutter and her throat to convulse. With each thrust, he penetrated deeper, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Ohh fuck mamas, taking me so fucking well. Make me nut mami.” His breath grew increasingly unsteady and labored, realizing he was nearing his peak.

Sensing the pulsation of his arousal within her mouth, he felt his legs quiver as the tip of him pressed deeply against her throat.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes and a playful thrust of his hips, she skillfully used both hands to caress him rhythmically, pushing him to the brink of madness.

“Fuck, I’m finna nut Gigi, you gon’ eat this nut up for me?” 

She let out soft moans as he thrust deeper into her throat, transforming it into a tight embrace for him. After pushing her limits further, she heard a deep groan escape his lips as his warmth filled her mouth, savoring every moment.

Genesis noticed him trembling intensely, as he withdrew from her mouth, the sound of a pop echoing in her ears while her face turned red, and she observed his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She playfully sticks her tongue out at him, indicating that she enjoyed every bit of him, smiling as he laughs and tries to regain his breath.

“My nasty little slut, c‘mere.” He curled his fingers as Genesis settled onto his lap, sliding her shorts down and shifting her panties aside to grasp his shaft.

She pressed his tip against her slick folds before easing it inside, slowly lowering herself onto him, gasping in the open as she felt his hands grip her hips while she began to ride him.

She was energetically moving up and down on him, guided by his hands on her hips. Their eyes locked together as he caressed her backside, eliciting soft whimpers from her.

“I can’t wait to have your kids daddy.” She moaned while holding onto his shoulders.

“Yeah? Imma breed you with more of em baby.” He replied in a raspy tone.

She was rolling her eyes and tilting her head back as he playfully smacked her backside.

He seized her by the throat, pressing his gentle lips against hers, their tongues intertwining in a passionate kiss that quickly became heated and messy, their warm saliva blending together in the moment.

“You’re so fucking pretty Gigi, tell me that you are pretty baby.” He whispered softly in her ear.

“Un-huh, daddy fuck. i'm so pretty."

She swayed her hips against him, feeling herself unravel with each movement, tracing her name on his skin.

Her movements around my hips were perfectly timed, making him throw his head back in delight.

“Keep goin for me mama, you mine?”

“Y-yes Daddy I’m yours all yours.” 

“Damn right, you mine can’t nobody take me away from you.” Genesis experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach as her facial expressions shifted, drawing his gaze, aware that she was on the brink of climaxing all over him.

He took charge, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting his own in sync with her movements.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room as she called out his name, lost in the moment. He was giving it his all while she buried her face in his neck, letting out soft moans in his ear.

“Take every single inch im givin’ you princess.” Jimmy let out a grunt as he kept pounding against her soft, yielding walls.

Genesis revels in his provocative words; they ignite a desire within her to envelop him completely. She gripped his shoulders tightly, aware that she was approaching the peak of her pleasure.

“Fucfuckf-fuck, it’s coming daddy. It’s coming!” Genesis exclaimed.

She released a deep moan as her body quaked under his touch, enveloping him in her essence. Although she yearned to escape his grasp, he held her waist firmly, his strong arms driving into her slick depths with intensity.

“Fuckkk Bo!” Genesis attempted to put on a puppy-dog look, but he was not swayed, thrusting deeper and deeper into her.

“I know mamas, I know. But keep taking this dick fo’ me.” 

He was passionately kissing her neck while delivering intense strokes, and she clung to his shoulders, feeling another wave of pleasure building up.

She sensed him tremble within her, aware that he was on the verge of climaxing inside her.

Genesis was so taken aback that tears filled her eyes as she gulped and tilted her head back. She couldn't comprehend what was happening.

He pushed deeper into her soft depths, making her feel as though her mind was in need of a reset, eliciting a loud gasp from her as he grinned, watching her shiver under his caress.

“Shit I’m finna cum Gigi, I’m finna cum.” With a few more movements, they reached their peak, letting out a shared groan.

Genesis felt the warmth of his thick release surging deep within her, their heavy breaths echoing as their chests rose and fell. As he withdrew, he watched his essence trickle from her slick body onto his abdomen.

They exchanged smiles, and a breathless laugh escaped their lips—Jimmy leaned in for a kiss, and they shared a passionate moment before gently parting.

He gazed at her belly before settling into bed beside her, planting a gentle kiss on her tummy, fully aware of the little life blossoming within.

“You’ll be a great mom Gigi.” Jimmy said as he rubbed her tummy.

“And you’ll be a great father.” Genesis replied with a smile on her face.

Genesis is starting a new chapter in her life.

 With love and so much care.

GUARDED.

a/n: I’m so happy for Gigi she gets to become a mother without any drama or something to stress her out ngl I hope she has a son honestly.

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

STAY UCEY.

[musette22]

Did you know that the post credit scene for catws was supposed to have Bucky (after viewing the display at the museum) turning around and seeing Steve across the room, where they share a long look? I can't stop thinking about it. I do kinda get why they'd cut it, cause they wanted Steve to be looking for him first, and this might ruin the suspense of that. Perhaps they could do it like Bucky makes eye contact with Steve and maybe he mouths 'Steve?' or Steve can see the recognition in his eyes so he starts to move forward but Bucky panics. It's too much too quickly he only just remembered Steve and he tried to kill him not too long ago and he doesn't want to hurt him but what if he's forced to again - so he runs. But now Steve knows that Bucky remembers him. So nothing is going to stop him from getting Bucky back.

Seriously though I can't believe catws set up the next movie so well, with Fury asking Steve to join him in hunting Hydra and Steve says he has something to do first and Bucky looking at his own reflection and he realises that Steve was telling the truth and his expression hints that he might take revenge against Hydra but then they fumbled the bag so hard. Rip serpent society.

I knowwwww 😭 And I'll never be over it. I agree that it sort of makes sense they cut it, but oh my god, the scenario you describe would've been amazing. It would've set things up perfectly for Serpent Society, you're absolutely right. We we're so, SO close to having it all, and then... they threw it all away 🙃 Unbelievable. Unforgivable.

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :)) ✏️

My dearest compadre I am left handed

@ardent-38

WOAH hold your horses there friend! Octo and Seafoam aren't a couple- they're more akin to brothers than anything. So there will be no kissing in any scenario I conjure up for them <XDD

But other than that-- WAHGGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭🥰🥰 YOUR MESSAGE MEANT SO MUCH TO MEEEE!!! 😭😭🥰💞💞 --and honestly have encouraged me to reconsider drawing that idea!! :00 So thank you for that too! :DDDD

A force shutdown isn't the word I'd use to describe cybertronian fainting.. "force" sounds more like someone on the outside doing something to Ratchet to make him shut down when he is otherwise healthy/ok. Rather than something going wrong internally.

Like if he was going under for surgery, maybe when he goes under it could be called "force shutdown" as well as "inducing stasis".

Now a "system failure" or "system crash" might be more appropriate for fainting or suddenly collapsing. When Ratchet injected the Synth-en maybe his systems were overwhelmed by the foreign substance and he suffered a complete system crash and collapsed.💔

Something tells me that wouldn't work somehow, but I don't have all the technical knowhow to really explain why that would be a bad idea <XD I'm sure Ratchet could explain why that would be bad.

Hmmm, good question...

The only thing that comes to mind is for Raf I headcanon that he is fluent in sign language and that's how he communicates with/understands Bee. (My version of Bee communicates with sign language, not random beeps and boops that Raf somehow magically understands)

@rainbowwatermelon7

A drawing of mine doesn't feel complete or "safe to post" unless its been watermarked. But it could be different for you and that's ok :0

I mostly draw the scribbly head when I'm feeling well, and the drippy head when I am unwell in someway. I have been dealing with some health problems for well over a year now so drawing myself drippy became my new norm. <XD But its starting to get old so I might return to the scribble head just for the fun of it tbh-

I just like to draw it a bright and fun red instead of a dull and realistic dark red :00

Probably mentally break down and die somehow. 🫠 I couldn't handle living in a world where our planet and everyone on it could be destroyed by Megatron at any moment. Let alone being on the front lines along side the Autobots.

I do have other social medias, but they are all private/just for viewing other peoples art. This is the only one I post artwork to :00

Bibi you mean? I guess I was inspired by cats <XD But I cant remember anything specific that inspired me other than that.

@zecromgen5

Nothing specific I can share online, 😅 but yeah things have been alright!

I only know of YouTube <:( That's where I watched it back then.

@candyglumboy

Aww! The boys!! :DD

(Referencing this post)

Same ✋😔

@milk-powrit

My favorite of the beasts is Mystic Flour, for personality, powers and design. The others are alright I suppose <XD

I would probably be poisoned and die within the day 💀

If you mean if I was a transformer tho, I'd probably become really emotionally unstable like Ratchet was and just sob uncontrollably until I burned through it all 😅

I've seen it floating around Tumblr, but I never really looked into it <:0

He's recruiting more Autobots it seems XDDD

They might not want to fish, but they'd like to watch the koi swim around! :)

AAAA Thank you so much!!! :DDD

@florafandoms

Ough... so old.. 💔💔

Also thank you so much!! :DD

@misscherrypie (Pics from this post)

XDD I was hoping people would notice that. I think a hug from Bibi would fix me 🥺🥺

Pick up a pencil and my friend you have the power to bring a flood 🌊

@briandraws

My spirit animal ngl

@wolfie-777

Hey that cat is pretty cute! We should make a beloved internet meme about it! :D

@kaiserdarken

I have no idea <:0 Since MatPat took a step back from his channels I haven't been keeping up with any new FNAF lore 😔

@beryl-shade

I would obliterate the fleas with my Mary sue mind powers. No fleas shall cause my babies discomfort ☝️☝️

I have now. <XD How bizarre-

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

May I shamelessly make a request? I’m too embarrassed to ask on main, but I deeply admire your work.

I always fantasize what it would be like for a reader to be a non-outlaw that had been with the gang for a short time. But leaves the gang before the events of ch. 6. And, what if Arthur meets the reader post ch. 6, (no tb), and they rekindle their friendship/ unspoken feelings they may have had for each other but never address. And they meet in an isolated cabin where the reader is living at (like Charolette’s place in the middle of the woods). It’s what I have for my self insert and I would love to see your take on it if you have the time. It can be smut/ fluff/ angst (whatever you desire), but I love the idea of an opportunity for Arthur and the reader to have a chance at something new, now that the pressure of preserving the gang is no more. (An experience he may have missed with Mary, but maybe doesn’t want to pass up another opportunity like that again?)

I understand if this is WAY too elaborate. Please have fun with it and change it however way you’d like. I really love your writing style. Again, I apologize for being so specific, and I hope you’ve had a really nice time with your work event! Please take care!! (Again I’m so sorry if this is oddly specific/ too long. Please change it however you need/like! Or if you don’t want to do it, 100% understand!)

- M

Heyyy! First of all, you don't have to be ashamed of anything!!! We're all here to share our stuff about Arthur, and as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or such, there's no bad or good idea!! It was pretty hard to write for a mini-prompt challenge, but here's a little piece of your scenario! I hope you'll like it still! 💓 Thanks for asking and the kind words!

It feels like ages since Arthur had seen you. More than ages, centuries. It's almost like you come from a past life of his, which in the end was pretty true. He had frozen outside your porch when he had seen you through the window, probably cooking in your kitchen or doing a completely normal and mundane activity like that. Something so domestic he couldn't have let himself think of a few months before.

It feels like seeing Heaven through a window.

Just like that, the feelings inside of him that he had kept for himself for so long are lashing back on him as a wave crashing on the shore, and he takes a step forward. He feels stupid there, planted like a stake, not daring to go further.

Old habits die hard, and he realises it as he remembers he's not a carrier of Death and sorrow anymore. He's not the Grim Reaper, cursing you with his love like he has been with Mary. He's not responsible for the whole gang's suffering and well-being.

He's free.

He slowly walks, feeling out of his body, out of this world. It feels so strange. He knocks on your door. It feels so strange. Waits for you to open it, takes hit hat off, try to comb his hair with his fingers. It feels so strange.

You open the door and open your mouth in a surprised expression.

He doesn't even know what to say or do; he's just here, and you're too, and both of you look at each other, recognizing each other, studying your faces with all sorts of emotions. Regret, love, sadness, happiness, everything. And after what feels like another lifetime, you smile at him and let him inside.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about, don't we?" Your kind voice, he had dreamed of hearing again one day, caresses his ears like sweet honey.

This.

This doesn't feel strange.

[reveryfics]

Provider

Robert Reynolds x Male Reader

Summary: Haunted by inexplicable intrusions of alien emotions and energy, you encounter another who shares the unsettling experience, leading to the terrifying realization that their realities are dangerously intertwined.

A/N: So a few things, I never intended to post this like at all, as I think it's not canon to him, but I liked it to much not to. It's also angst which messes up my intent to post domestic fluff for awhile. A little over 4k words.

TW: Angst - Mental health

The hum of the refrigerator was a discordant drone in the suffocating silence of your apartment. Each cycle felt like a drawn-out breath you couldn't quite take yourself. Your chest was a tight knot, a familiar resident that had taken up permanent lodging. Outside, the pre-dawn quiet of the world pressed in, amplifying the chaos within. You sat on the edge of your worn armchair, the rough fabric a faint, almost imperceptible sensation against your clammy skin. Your gaze was fixed on the chipped paint of the opposite wall, but you weren't really seeing it. The edges of your vision felt fuzzy, like looking through water, and the sounds of the world were muted, distant. It was happening again.

Then, a jolt. Not a physical one, but a sudden, overwhelming pressure behind your eyes, a surge of raw, untamed power that wasn't yours. It was like a phantom limb twitching with an energy that threatened to shatter you. Along with it came a wave of pure, unadulterated fear, a primal terror that clawed at your throat, making it hard to breathe. It was a feeling of being impossibly vast and terrifyingly fragile all at once. The sensation lasted only a few heartbeats, but it left you trembling, your already frayed nerves singing. What was that? It had happened before, these inexplicable bursts of alien emotion and energy, but this time it felt… closer. More insistent. You wrapped your arms around yourself, a futile attempt to contain the spiraling anxiety. The refrigerator hummed on, oblivious to the silent storm raging within and, you suspected with a growing unease, somewhere just beyond the thin walls of your fragile reality.

The lingering residue of that alien dread clung to you like a damp shroud. You tried to rationalize it – a vivid dream bleeding into wakefulness, a particularly nasty spike in your anxiety manifesting in bizarre ways. But the sheer force of it, the alien quality, felt different. Your own anxieties were a familiar, if unwelcome, guest – a gnawing unease, a racing heart, the suffocating certainty of impending doom. This was something else entirely, something vast and powerful, tinged with a sorrow that felt ancient.

Days bled into weeks, each one a muted echo of the last. You navigated your small apartment like a ghost, the simple act of making tea feeling monumental. The outside world remained a blurry, distant stage. But the intrusions persisted, subtle at first – a fleeting image of blinding gold in your peripheral vision, a whisper of a name you didn't recognize, a crushing sense of responsibility for something you couldn't comprehend. They were like glitches in the fabric of your perception, momentary tears in the veil of your dissociation.

Then came the nightmares. They weren't your usual anxiety-fueled scenarios of social failure or imagined catastrophes. These were different. You were soaring through blinding white light, feeling invincible, yet simultaneously terrified of the darkness that lurked at the edges. You saw flashes of a ravaged city, heard screams that echoed with a cosmic sorrow, and felt the crushing weight of a world resting on your shoulders. You woke up drenched in sweat, your heart pounding, the phantom sensations lingering like a phantom limb. The line between your own fragile reality and these borrowed nightmares began to blur, leaving you disoriented and questioning what was truly yours. Were these echoes of your own buried trauma, or something… else? Something external, bleeding into your vulnerable mind?

One stifling afternoon, the oppressive humidity finally drove you out of your apartment. The fluorescent lights of the local grocery store felt harsh and alien against your sensitive eyes. You moved through the aisles like a sleepwalker, your focus narrowed to the items on your list, a small anchor in the swirling uncertainty of your mind. As you reached for a carton of milk, you saw him.

He was standing by the frozen foods, a man who seemed too large, too intense for the quiet normalcy of your life. His shoulders were broad, his posture rigid, and there was a restless energy about him that seemed barely contained. But it was his eyes that caught you. They held a profound weariness, a deep, almost cosmic sorrow, and a flicker of something volatile, something barely leashed. For a fleeting second, as your gazes met across the frozen peas, you saw a flash of gold flicker around him, like heat haze on asphalt. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, and you told yourself it was the harsh lighting, your overactive imagination. But something about him resonated with the strange sensations that had been plaguing you, a discordant chord striking a familiar unease within your chest. You quickly grabbed your milk, your heart hammering against your ribs, and hurried to the checkout, the image of the man with the haunted eyes seared into your awareness. The feeling of being watched, of being somehow connected to him in a way you couldn't understand, settled like a cold weight in your stomach.

The encounter at the grocery store rattled you more than you cared to admit. Back in the perceived safety of your apartment, you found yourself constantly glancing at the window, a knot of unease tightening with each passing hour. The strange sensations intensified. Fragmented thoughts, not your own, would surface unbidden – a desperate plea for forgiveness, the chilling whisper of "the Void," the agonizing weight of failure. They were like radio signals bleeding into your own frequency, static that made it harder to hear your own thoughts.

One evening, as the bruised purple of twilight bled across the sky, you sought refuge in the familiar embrace of sound. The music you chose was a tempest of raw feeling, a landscape of soaring highs and guttural lows that usually resonated with the storm within you, offering a strange sense of understanding. Tonight, however, as the melody unfolded, the themes of offering and burden took on a sharper edge. A line, though unspoken in this moment, echoed in the chambers of your mind: I will carry you. And with it came that familiar jolt, the alien pressure, but this time laced with a profound sense of obligation, a desperate yearning to provide solace to someone shrouded in immense, unseen pain.

The intensity of the feeling propelled you from your chair. You moved restlessly within the confines of your small apartment, the unspoken melody a haunting refrain in your thoughts, the weight of this borrowed emotion pressing down with suffocating force. It felt inextricably linked to the man at the grocery store, the man with the haunted eyes and the fleeting shimmer of something otherworldly about him. Logic argued for coincidence, for the tricks your anxious mind played, yet the feeling persisted, an invisible thread pulling you towards an unknown source of anguish.

Days later, an inexplicable impulse drew you to the local community center, a place you usually avoided like a live wire. A hastily printed flyer, tacked to a weathered lamppost, advertising a sanctuary for troubled minds, had snagged your attention like a fishhook. You’d told yourself it was a fragile hope for grounding, a desperate grasp for connection to your own fractured reality.

The room was a dim haven, thick with the unspoken anxieties of strangers seeking solace. You retreated to the back, a shadow hoping to blend into the gloom. Then, he entered. The man from the grocery store. His very presence felt like a disruption, his powerful frame and intense gaze a stark contrast to the quiet vulnerability of the others gathered there. He chose a solitary corner, his jaw a hard line, his eyes darting around the room with a caged alertness.

As the meeting unfolded, your gaze remained fixed on him, an invisible tether drawing you in. He remained silent, his gaze averted, yet his palpable distress hung in the air like a suffocating humidity. And then it struck you again. The familiar pressure behind your eyes, the surge of alien emotion, but this time, it was acute, focused. A wave of crushing guilt washed over you, a phantom memory of a terrible failing, of letting down those who had placed their trust in you. The sensation was so vivid, so real, that a strangled gasp escaped your lips, your hand flying to your chest as if to contain a physical wound.

Your involuntary reaction broke the invisible barrier. The man in the corner finally lifted his head, his gaze locking onto yours across the dimly lit room. For a fleeting, unsettling moment, you saw a reflection of your own inner turmoil in the depths of his haunted eyes, a spark of recognition in the shared abyss of suffering. It was a silent, terrifying acknowledgment, an inexplicable connection forged in the unseen fires of mental anguish. You didn't know his name, couldn't fathom the weight he carried, but in that instant, you felt a sliver of it, as if his fractured spirit had brushed against your own. And a cold certainty settled within you: your paths, however inexplicably, were now intertwined.

The weight of his gaze lingered even after he’d looked away, a phantom touch on your skin. The support group leader droned on about coping mechanisms and self-care, words that felt hollow and distant in the face of this strange, burgeoning connection. You wanted to look away, to bury yourself in the anonymity of the room, but an invisible tether held your gaze, pulling it back to the man in the corner. He remained a statue of barely contained tension, his knuckles white as he gripped his knees, his eyes fixed on some unseen point beyond the peeling paint of the far wall.

As the meeting drew to a close, a nervous energy filled the room. Chairs scraped against the linoleum floor, and hesitant conversations began to bubble up. You found yourself rooted to your spot, a strange paralysis gripping you. Then, the man rose. He moved with a quiet intensity that belied his stillness during the meeting, his eyes scanning the room one last time before settling briefly on you. It wasn't a look of accusation or recognition, but something more akin to a flicker of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of a burden only the two of you seemed to carry in that room.

He turned and walked towards the exit, and an inexplicable impulse seized you. You rose, your own movements feeling jerky and uncoordinated, and followed. You didn't know why, what you intended to do or say. It was a pull, pure and simple, a response to the strange resonance you felt with this troubled stranger.

He stepped out into the cool evening air, the streetlights casting long shadows. You hesitated at the doorway, the sounds of the small town – a distant car, the chirping of crickets – seeming amplified in the sudden quiet. He paused by a beat-up pickup truck, his hand resting on the door handle. For a moment, he seemed to be wrestling with an internal conflict, his shoulders slumping slightly before he straightened.

Taking a deep breath, you found your voice, a hesitant whisper that felt foreign even to your own ears. "Excuse me?"

He turned, his eyes, shadowed in the dim light, fixing on you. There was a wariness in them, a guarded defensiveness that seemed almost instinctual. For a long moment, he simply stared, and in that silence, you felt another flicker of that alien emotion – a profound weariness, a longing for peace that seemed perpetually out of reach.

"Yes?" His voice was low, gravelly, carrying a hint of something… broken.

You swallowed, your mind a blank canvas. All the carefully constructed walls you had built around yourself felt like they were crumbling. "I… I just… I felt something in there." The words tumbled out, clumsy and inadequate.

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He studied you for another long moment, his gaze intense and unsettling. You braced yourself for dismissal, for the confirmation that you were simply losing your grip on reality.

Instead, a flicker of something akin to surprise, or perhaps even… recognition, crossed his features. He hesitated, then let out a long, weary sigh. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Me too."

The simplicity of his reply hung in the cool night air, a fragile thread connecting your disparate realities. "What… what was it?" you managed, the question barely a breath.

He shifted his weight, his gaze flicking away for a moment, as if searching for an escape route in the quiet street. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice rough. "It just… sometimes… it bleeds through."

Bleeds through. The phrase resonated with the strange incursions into your own mind, the alien emotions and fragmented thoughts that had become your unwelcome companions. Could he be experiencing something similar? Something connected to the overwhelming sensations you had felt in his presence?

A fragile tendril of hope, mixed with a healthy dose of trepidation, unfurled within you. Could you finally have found someone who understood, even if they couldn't explain it? Someone who wasn't going to dismiss your experiences as mere anxiety-fueled delusions?

"It feels… like it's not my own," you ventured, the words hesitant, testing the waters. "Like… like I'm feeling things, emotions… that don't belong to me."

He finally met your gaze again, and this time, there was a flicker of something beyond wariness – a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own. "Yeah," he said softly, a hint of something akin to relief in his voice. "Exactly."

A long silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of traffic. In that silence, an unspoken understanding began to form, a fragile bridge built on shared, inexplicable experience.

Then, he sighed again, a sound that spoke volumes of exhaustion and inner turmoil. "Look," he said, his voice regaining some of its earlier guardedness. "This… this is probably nothing. Just… a bad night for both of us, I guess." He moved towards his truck door again, a clear signal that the conversation was over.

But the connection, however brief, had been made. The shared acknowledgment of something strange and unsettling hung in the air, a silent promise of something more.

"Wait," you blurted out, the word sharper than you intended. He paused, his hand on the door handle, his back to you. "Do you… do you ever feel like you're supposed to… provide something?" The question felt foolish the moment it left your lips, a direct echo of the feeling you felt, but you had to know.

He went still. For a long moment, he didn't move, didn't speak. The silence stretched, taut and heavy. Then, slowly, he turned back to face you, his eyes narrowed, a flicker of something intense – recognition, perhaps even a hint of fear – crossing his features.

"What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous, the broken quality replaced by a raw edge. The air between you crackled with an unspoken energy, a silent acknowledgment of a shared secret, a terrifying and fragile link forged in the shadows of your intertwined realities. The quiet of the night suddenly felt charged, the ordinary street transformed into the precipice of something extraordinary and potentially perilous.

The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, a primal instinct screaming for you to retreat. But the shared experience, the validation of the strange feelings that had plagued you, held you rooted to the spot. You swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to repeat your question.

"I just… sometimes I get this feeling," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Like… like I need to offer something. Comfort, maybe? Or… protection?" The words felt clumsy and inadequate, yet they echoed the deep, inexplicable yearning that had been growing within you.

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to decipher the truth behind your hesitant words. The wariness hadn't completely vanished, but there was a flicker of something else now – a desperate curiosity, perhaps even a sliver of hope.

"Protection?" he repeated, the word laced with a bitter irony. He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Funny. That's… that's usually my job." He ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze drifting away for a moment, lost in some internal landscape of his own.

The casual way he said it, the inherent authority in his tone, sparked a flicker of recognition within you, something buried deep beneath the layers of your anxiety and dissociation. It was a fleeting impression, like a half-remembered dream, but it hinted at a past, a role, that didn't quite fit the image of the troubled man you saw before you.

He looked back at you, his expression unreadable. "Look," he said, his voice softening slightly. "This is going to sound crazy, but… sometimes I feel it too. That pull. That… responsibility." He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "Like I'm supposed to… keep something safe. Provide… something."

The shared language, the echo of the very feeling that had been tormenting you, sent a wave of relief washing over you, so potent it almost made you weak. You weren't alone. This strange, unsettling connection wasn't just a figment of your fractured mind.

"So you… you feel it too?" you asked, the disbelief evident in your voice.

He nodded slowly, his gaze intense. "Yeah. Sometimes it's… overwhelming. Like a weight I can barely carry." He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if trying to physically grasp that invisible burden.

The air crackled with a newfound understanding, a fragile bridge spanning the chasm of your individual struggles. You didn't know who this man was, what haunted his past, or why you felt this strange connection to him. But in that moment, under the dim glow of the streetlights, you knew that something significant had begun. The bleeding between your realities wasn't just a torment; it was a shared experience, a terrifying and potentially life-altering link to a man burdened by a power and a past you couldn't yet comprehend. And as he looked back at you, a silent question in his eyes, you knew that your quiet, isolated existence was about to be irrevocably changed.

A silent question hung between you, an unspoken inquiry into the nature of this shared burden. The cool night air, once a neutral backdrop, now felt charged with an unspoken energy. You could see the conflict warring within him – the weariness that longed for anonymity battling with a flicker of something akin to recognition, a desperate yearning for understanding.

"Who are you?" you asked, the question a hesitant probe into the mystery that had suddenly intertwined with your own fragile reality.

He hesitated, his gaze flicking around the quiet street as if expecting someone to appear, to silence him. "My name is Robert," he finally said, the word feeling heavy, reluctant. "Robert Reynolds."

The name sparked a faint, almost imperceptible flicker in the recesses of your mind, a whisper of something familiar, yet just beyond your grasp. It was like trying to recall a half-forgotten dream, a fleeting image on the periphery of your consciousness.

"And you?" he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of curiosity replacing the earlier guardedness.

You told him your name, the sound of it feeling strangely small and insignificant in the face of the unfolding strangeness.

"Look," Robert said, taking a step closer, his voice low and urgent. "This… this is going to sound even crazier, but… have you ever felt like you… you could do things? Things that aren't… normal?"

The question hit you like a physical blow. The strange surges of power you had felt, the fleeting images of blinding light and terrifying darkness in your nightmares – could they be connected to this? Could this man be experiencing something similar, something that was somehow bleeding into your own perception?

Fear mixed with a desperate yearning for answers churned within you. You had always dismissed those sensations as manifestations of your anxiety, elaborate tricks of a mind struggling to hold onto reality. But his words… they offered a terrifyingly plausible alternative.

"Sometimes," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "Sometimes I feel… a pressure. Like something vast… trying to get through."

Robert's eyes widened, a look of dawning recognition – and perhaps a touch of alarm – spreading across his face. "Vast?" he repeated, the word hanging in the air.

He took another step closer, his intensity almost overwhelming. "Tell me," he urged, his voice urgent. "What else do you feel? What else do you see in your… in these moments?"

The dam of your carefully constructed isolation began to crack. The need to share, to understand, to finally make sense of the unsettling intrusions into your mind, overwhelmed your fear. You began to speak, hesitantly at first, then with a growing urgency, describing the flashes of golden light, the crushing weight of responsibility, the terrifying emptiness that sometimes threatened to consume you. As you spoke, Robert listened intently, his gaze never leaving yours, his expression a mixture of disbelief and a dawning, unsettling understanding. In the quiet of the night, under the watchful gaze of the streetlights, two fractured individuals began to piece together the terrifying truth of their intertwined realities, a truth that stretched far beyond the confines of their own minds and into a world of unimaginable power and devastating consequences.

As your hesitant words painted a picture of fractured perceptions and borrowed emotions, a chilling realization dawned in Robert's eyes. The pieces, disparate and unsettling, began to click into place. The raw power he struggled to contain, the echoes of a past life as a golden guardian, the constant battle against the encroaching void – it wasn't just his burden. It was somehow… leaking. Bleeding into the vulnerable consciousness of the quiet man standing before him.

"It's me," he whispered, the admission raw with a mixture of guilt and a dawning horror. "It's… my power. My… other side. It's not contained. It's… reaching out." He looked at you, his gaze filled with a desperate plea for understanding, for forgiveness for something he hadn't consciously done. "You're… you're feeling what I feel. The good… and the bad."

The revelation hit you with the force of a physical blow. The alien emotions, the terrifying nightmares, the crushing weight of responsibility – they weren't random figments of your anxious mind. They were echoes of him, of this powerful, tormented man standing before you. Your anxiety, your dissociation, had somehow created a conduit, a fragile bridge across which his fractured psyche could bleed into your own.

Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the fragile understanding that had begun to form. You weren't just sharing a strange feeling; you were being invaded, your very sense of self compromised by the turbulent inner world of a stranger.

Robert saw the fear in your eyes, the dawning horror mirroring his own. "I… I didn't know," he stammered, his voice filled with anguish. "I never meant for this…"

But the intent didn't matter. The connection was there, a terrifying and undeniable link forged in the shadows of shared mental anguish and unimaginable power. The quiet streets of Lancaster no longer felt safe, the ordinary night air thick with an unspoken threat. You were tethered to something vast and volatile, a force that could shatter both your fragile realities.

As Robert reached out a hand, a gesture of desperate apology or perhaps a plea for help, you instinctively recoiled. The touch felt like it would be a further intrusion, a deeper merging with the chaos that emanated from him.

"What do we do?" you whispered, the question filled with a desperate uncertainty.

Robert's eyes, filled with a profound sorrow and a terrifying understanding of the potential consequences, met yours. "I don't know," he admitted, the words hanging heavy in the air. "But we have to stop it. Before it consumes us both."

The answer offered no comfort, only the stark realization of the perilous path that lay ahead, a path forged in shared suffering and the terrifying potential of a power neither of you truly understood. As the distant wail of a siren cut through the quiet night, an ominous harbinger of a world about to be irrevocably changed, you knew that your quiet life in Lancaster was over. The golden cage had shattered, and you were both now exposed to the terrifying vastness beyond.

[biosharkie]

Hong Lu and Heathcliff parallels and stuff

Soo… Canto 8, amirite? Close to 2 months ago (when I first played through the LCB checkup and Nocturnal Sweeping), I noticed a ton of parallels between Hong Lu and Heathcliff, as well as some obvious nudges to Heath being important in Canto 8. But I *also* noticed that no one was really talking about it! So here I am to share my thoughts and predictions for the rest of the Canto.

I put off making this post for a while bcs I didn't really want to be loud and wrong and make a fool out of myself, but... it's so obvious it hurts and I'm so excited about the second part that I might as well share. So! Unrelated to Canto 8, there's already a few things to consider between Heath and Hong Lu. I'm scared of posting on social media so pls be nice to me.

Temperament

Polar opposites, especially after Canto 6! Heath has a real bad inferiority complex and has aggressive reactions to anything he perceives as an insult, though not as strongly as before. He also reacts strongly when his fellow sinners are being insulted and has a growing desire to connect with them.

In contrast, Hong Lu has a consistent calm and carefree manner, and doesn't mind being insulted or hurt. He keeps a comfortable distance from the other sinners and doesn't offer much in the 'helping others confront their pasts' category.

While Heath has strong aspirations and goals throughout the story (though slightly changed), Hong Lu has no future plans or wants.

Backgrounds

Not a ton to say here, but I think it's important to point out their differences and similarities in childhoods. While it is mentioned that they both had quite the traumatic childhoods, it *seems* to be that Hong Lu has been regarded highly by his family for his jade eye. Opposite of that, Heathcliff was looked down on and treated very poorly. This difference in treatment leads to a difference in mindset: Heath is very reactionary, while Hong Lu prefers no action at all. Heath is obvious with his emotions and opinions on things, while Hong Lu is unreadable and has no preferences.

LCB Checkup

Arguably the most in-your-face hint hint nudge nudge to Heath's importance in Canto 8. The intervallo spends a suspicious amount of time focused on Heath's morals and values—his persevering, against-all-odds attitude is brought to attention just as it was in Canto 6. It shows his ability to sympathize with others, like Donqui and Hohenheim, both of whom have lost important figures in their lives. Interesting!

Nocturnal Sweeping

Also very important! While somewhat minor, there is something in this intervallo that I find to be very important: how the other sinners treat/see Heath.

There's no sweet way to put it. The other sinners aren't too fond of Heath. Except Don maybe, lol. This is likely because of the memory erasure of Canto 6! They don't remember anything to do with Cathy, which is quite a lot—so we can assume that most of what they remember is the failure to collect the Boughs and the endless fighting, which I can't imagine them being too happy about. Nocturnal Sweeping highlights how the sinners dislike his 'act first think later' mentality, and somewhat stubbon sense of justice.

Now! Here's everything I've noticed during the first part of Canto 8!

Love and Envy

Cathy's mention and Hong Lu's fiancée. A very disastrous duo. Heath's mention of Cathy was way past due, and it speaks for itself! Heath misses her dearly and is still frustrated with himself at his inaction (I'm sure he loves his 'what if' scenarios). It made me laugh that Heath had the same reaction as Rodya when Baochai revealed their engagement, despite not being a part of the conversation. However I did not laugh at him asking Hong Lu why he left. It's pretty clear he's jealous, or at least frustrated, as he wishes he could've had a relationship with Cathy—and here's Hong Lu, completely indifferent to his engagement and fiancée! The nerve!

Mentality

I'm not sure how exactly to transfer this from thoughts to words. So.

Heath chastises Hong Lu for his bystander mentality and finds his self-deprecation frustrating. (This also occurs during Nocturnal Sweeping, but shh..) It's likely this is similar to the above, where he sees his past self in Hong Lu—the version of him that ruined his chances of a happy life with Cathy with his refusal to take action. He's taking out his frustrations with himself on Hong Lu.

That one specific moment they have talking about the garden or whatever

Am I looking too far into things? Maybe! But I think that the scene has a small underlying meaning. Lemme type out the dialogue since I have no idea how else to show this.

HC: Well, that ain't a very big deal, is it? Kids run around, scrape their faces on the branches, trip and eat shite on the pavement all the time.

HL: Hehe, I'm sure you would've run freely around the garden, Heathcliff. But it's important to always be careful.

Could this be yet another nudge to their contrasting reckless and reactionary / passive and detached mentalities??! Who knows!

Time for predictions!!! If anyone care

I definitely think Heath's going to lash out at Hong Lu at some point. Maybe it'll be like Donqui towards Sinclair. My money is on that it'll have something to do with Baochai—maybe she dies and Hong Lu's reaction isn't satisfactory for Heath? There's definitely going to be a focus on Heath's unresolved issues about Cathy's disappearance, and I think it works perfectly with Hong Lu's feelings towards Daiyu. Who knows maybe I'm stupid and wrong forever and everyone's going to throw rocks at me for this post.

I'm pretty ambivalent on the 'Hong Lu's gonna distort!' theory. Would it be a huge new parallel between Heath and Hong Lu? Absolutely. But I'm not totally convinced. We will see!

Uhm so yeah is this anything. I want to cross-post this on Twitter but again, I'm scared of posting on social media. I know the Hongcliff community is a bit bigger on there though, so... idk, I'll think about it. If you got to this point thanks for entertaining my nonsense.

[comfort-character-central]

Hey, I've been following your blog for a few years now, and congratulations on the 5k followers! I really appreciated your recent response to someone asking about non-sharers (as a non-sharer myself) because I do feel kinda silly about it sometimes. I'm not opposed to people wanting my f/o (just look at them, how could you not want them?) but I struggle with low self-esteem so when I see them drawn with other people I get all like "Of course, why would they want me instead lol".

Anyways your imagines are always so sweet and wholesome, they (plus my f/o of course) helped me cope after I finally left a toxic "friendship" with someone. It was hard to rebuild my life afterwards considering I lost like 99% of my support system, so the fictional scenarios about being cared for really helped me pull myself back together.

THANK YOU SO MUCH :') I also wanted to say you are incredibly valid, sharer or non-sharer. I myself am not a non sharer but I'd like to say it really isn't hard to respect those with non sharing f/os. I'm so glad you're out of those difficult situations now, and I'm so glad I could help comfort you in some way w/ my posts. I'm sure your f/o(s) are so proud of you !!!!!! Thank you so much again for your continuous support, and I want you to know that I'm only wishing the best for you. Have a great one, thank you so much! /gen /vpos

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Ok so this post hasn’t left my brain since it was posted.

I keep thinking about how Soren probably views his and Corvus’s mutual distaste for dark magic as one of the foundations of their friendship, how it’s a reason they started hanging out.

And then I’m thinking about Soren eventually wanting to tell Corvus about Claudia making Soren mobile again in season 2, if not about his breathing sickness in childhood as well.

But the thought of doing that terrifies him. Corvus isn’t a huge fan of magic. What if Corvus rejects Soren? What would Soren do then? So instead he keeps putting it off.

Eventually, Soren is forced to tell him for whatever reason. Whether it be someone Soren hasn’t seen in a few years who’s like “wait, the last I’d heard you were paralyzed!” And Corvus is like “you were what?!”

Or there’s some sort of scenario where the whole group is in a situation where they have to reveal if they’ve been touched by dark magic. Everyone expects Callum to be the only one to raise his hand, but Soren slowly raises his as well. Everyone’s shocked, like, “Wait, you did dark magic? But you hate magic!” And Soren avoids eye contact and is just like “I didn’t do dark magic. But it was done to me.” And then he explains.

So afterward, Soren is avoiding Corvus, afraid of what he’ll say. But being Corvus, he eventually catches Soren. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, hurt that Soren wouldn’t trust him with this.

Soren, distraught, explains his reasoning. “I wanted to. But, Corvus, we were drawn to each other at first because we both disliked magic. We bonded over how we didn't understand how those around us found it so fascinating. I know we're cool with some magic now, but... what if your dislike for dark magic turned into a dislike for me? I couldn't... I couldn't risk it, Corvus. I couldn't risk losing somebody else due to dark magic."

Suddenly everything clicks together in Corvus’s mind. Why Soren has always been disgusted by magic: it took away his agency.

Soren eventually adds something quietly, like “I was afraid you would judge me.”

Corvus, of course, finds this absurd. “Judge you? Soren, you had no say in the matter. Why would I judge you for that?”

Soren just shrugs and looks away, unsure what else to say at this point.

Corvus takes the opportunity to reassure Soren. “Soren, our mutual disinterest in magic may have brought us together, but it’s not what has kept us friends. I’m just not interested in magic myself. That doesn’t mean I hate it or people who use it. Do I judge or dislike Terry for when he uses his abilities to help us figure out what direction to go in if we get lost?”

“No.” Soren mumbles.

“So I would never, ever hate you for doing magic or having magic done to you. Even if you decided tomorrow to start learning magic with Callum, I’d be right there cheering you on. Okay?”

Soren is still perplexed. “But… why?”

Corvus just looks at him like he’s grown another head. “Because it’s you, Soren. I could never hate you.”

[degrees-of-seracchii]

Hii, been following for a while and your latest Sydney's posts made me feel more insane with a rather baseless theory of Syd having one of Ivory Wraith's pale slime in their ear. If I don't spill this out I'll combust, sorry

Still don't know how to feel about it bc Sydney having DID is seems to be Puri's choice when writing them, but in terms of "DoL logic" and NPCs having stats themselves, if Pure Syd has a «Innocence» level of Awareness, then the «Coruption» works the same as the one PC gets when IW puts a Pale Slime in our ears: the Slime's influence starts with 0 and commands you in form of thoughts or urges if you let take over they become more and more uncontrollable.

They must've got the slime during their time at the psychiatric hospital, when Wraith keep them company and hung out by the Tentacle Plains (or just shared dreams) me thinks, or even earlier, but the point is with their Awareness toned down to Innocence and the Temple's teachings, Syd got it under control up until their met us.

Sydney always prays and when pure/neutral is described to "shake their head as if they're ignoring something awful" *(smth like that), I believe that's not Auriga nor the temple's seal on the roof but the Slime commanding Sydney to indulge in lewd behavior. Plus, one of the dialogues when walking to school states how praying helps them to clear up their thoughts, so it's a common occurrence! at lunch, pure/neutral Syd will blurt out having «fits of lust» more than usual (I know it's done more for the kink aspect but still) so the more we corupt Syd, the more control the Slime takes over them. That would explain why they can go from 0 to a 100 with their prepositions and how elated they look when we join(again, ik it's top notch for kink sake but Pale Slime's *rewards* PC with sexual gratification when obeying their demands, and both Syd and PC actions increase similarly: minor misbehaving, then going commando, then promiscuous all the way up and so on) and the Wraith's ominous, Sydney-exclusive dialogue during blood moon "You think you can trust [Syd pronoun]?" regardless PC being a member of the temple or not.

My personal theory is that the Wraith wants a corporeal form (clearly) and I think both Syd and PC are special on that regard not only bc of their past lives with the Acolyte, but bc of the pale slimes. Maybe Wraith has something else planned for both of us?

BUT (big but!) the theory can fly out the window bc the Pale Slimes can be not-so-special if they're the reason ppl get «tainted», but AGAIN what they mean with "the taint" is very confusing to me, I think it's an Auriga exclusive affliction that can be «purged» as a pink liquid according to the confession booth (and advanced taint will turn you into a being like Kylar's parents) and ear slimes are Ivory Wraith's own method of leeching off humans in a parasitic way

OH, and imagine how cool (fucked up tbh) would be if, in order to get rid of the slime, Syd (and also PC too to make it less fucked up) have to lay on the altar under the lake like we do to trigger the tentacle encounter, but a different scenario with a more explicitly consensual ritual feels better

Anyways, that's all that I can word of for now, whenever how delirious this sounds or if you happen to agree, I'd love to see anyone's thoughts on this but I came to ramble to you bc you're a Sydney-extraordinare and I think you're very insightful!! Thank you sm for reading 🫂 have a nice day

D'aww aren't you such a sweet talker. Thank you for the support! 💞

I do not know what Puri had in mind with Sydney, I would love to pick his brain and study it if he allows me to! But I have made an observation that the idea of Sydney having DID is a very common headcanon or speculation.

I am nowhere knowledgeable enough on this topic to comment any further. So I won't!

Embarrassing to admit, I am not experienced with ear slimes and their mechanic!

What I do know is that the NNPC's "stats" may not function the same way the PC's do! I think Sydney's unique stat of "Purity" and "Corruption" just equates to how much they are willing to sway from the Temple's teaching and experiment on their own, or how much ""control"" the PC has over them. It doesn't necessarily mean Corruption the way it does with ear slimes, but what do I know?

And I may have been wrong, but I do not believe there are any plans for any LIs to be under the influence of ear slimes. I recall it being said that the ability to get ear slimes is unique to PC?

Unfortunately, I am unable to find where this is stated, so take it with a mountain of salt. I tragically do not remember anything that doesn't include the word "Sydney" in it!

I tend to avoid speculating the relationship that IW and Sydney had back at the Asylum. Not for any particular reasons, nor would I discourage people from doing so, I just think we don't have enough information to conclude anything. It is fun to read others' takes on it, though.

Personally, I have always understood Sydney's odd behavior while praying as them trying to ignore the confessional seal and the constant reminder of the sinful happenings outside the Temple's walls.

As for corrupt Sydney's behavior, I think that the sudden massive switch is an attempt to overcompensate rather than the effects of ear slimes. This... is something that I am meant to explore in the long overdue post about Corrupt Sydney that I owe the public. But oh well! No harm saying it here.

Straight from my drafts:

Sydney’s corruption is their attempt at turning into something that they think the PC wants of them. PC must have wanted a Sydney who goes against everything they believe in, that must be the only reason why PC keeps encouraging their sinful acts. Increasing their corruption further is essentially rewarding their change in behavior, reaffirming their unhealthy beliefs. And by extention, Sydney perceives their own corruption as a showing of their love and affection for the PC. 

Going through with the Rite of Defilement just further solidifies it for Sydney that this is what the PC wants. Sydney at this point is consumed by their own lust. They can no longer tell the line between love and lust, shown by some of their dialogues before and after the “rite”:

They see sinful intimacy as an expression of love.

As such, I think the reason why Sydney is so excited is because they feel like what they are doing is being rewarded by PC's lewd actions! To them, they are encouragement, reassurance and affirmation that they are doing what's right, and the PC reciprocates their feelings.

I personally prefer it being this way than the effects of ear slimes, cause I feel it is much more romantic in its own fucked up way. Making the reasoning behind it being ear slimes takes away from Sydney's inability to differentiate love and lust for me.

All that said, I don't want this to be seen as me shutting down your theory/speculation entirely, but my two cents on Sydney's characterization. In the end, only PurityGuy knows.

Thank you for your ask! It was an interesting read.

[lyingintheclouds]

— update, thanks to this twt thread by @/venusdayo_ !!

they included many possible injuries as well as the order in which they died, but not in which order they were attacked! i’ll have to update the theory title from 'death order theory' to 'events sequence' or 'attack order', but here was their conclusion:

"we can't say who died last bc we cant see if kou is still holding his weapon or akane's position, but according to the thing I would estimate that this was the case: 1- Teru, immediately 2- Mitsuba 3- aoi 4-kou 5- akane the last 3 dying in just a few seconds of difference" let’s update our descriptions based on their analysis using the order i stated the characters were attacked, shall we? i’ll be rambling, as i usually do ... instead of making a plan... so prepare to start scrolling !!

in my first post, mitsuba was the first to be attacked, likely stabbed in the chest and making him fall to the ground. however, in this twt user’s, mitsuba wasn’t the first to die. he was the second!

"now, regarding mitsuba there is not much to say because there is no sign that he might be alive nor is there enough information to determine where he was stabbed. although he probably has a back injury and has hit his head, hence the blood (I think) on his forehead."

very accurate, i completely agree! in my prev posts i barely acknowledged the background and how they looked, as well as how they could’ve died, so i’ll try to go more into detail this time! the blood spatter on the wall is interesting! they didn’t say anything about it in their reblog, so i’m kinda stumped, because there shouldn’t have been any blood to splash upwards into on the ground if he was the first attacked. so let’s think- was kou attacked first? if so, did nene do so by going down the stairs?

let’s look at this again. how would this work, when kou is attacked first? nene makes her way down the stairs, and slashes kou down the back. he falls. why, then, would teru not react? assuming he’s by the well? teru is the most puzzling piece here, because he’s the one moving the most in this scenario, and the only one with actual fighting experience and a weapon that works against her. (remind me to ask about kou vs amane and how one dissolved into smoke vs one having blood and reincarnating through the well. this is so confusing.) alright, back to work. we know something for sure. teru, at one point, must end up by the well. was he looking into it? unlikely. he’s facing away from it. it’s safe assuming he’s looking towards the stairs or at akane, which his point of view is closest to. however, he has a fast reaction time. should anyone be attacked in front of him, he’d immediately spring to action, just like how he didn’t hesitate to slash kou’s hand off in this exact same scenario, the other timeline... what does the twt person think of this?

"Let's look at teru, who probably died first, not only because he is the strongest and would be the strongest rival for nene, but also because he is completely face down, he has a wound that indicates he was stabbed in the back, and his sword is kept in its sheath."

the sword being in his sheath is an interesting detail! how would he have attacked nene earlier, then, in my scenario?f i looked at ch121 again, and we also have this-

teru tends to sheath his sword immediately after battle. he probably does this after he murders nene! she respawns like amane and kills him directly after, and we end up with teru like this-

i should’ve looked at the chapter while making the first analysis that was stupid of me HE LANDS. IN THE SAME POSITION. RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAIRS. SO THIS BRINGS US TO ANOTHER POSSIBILITY (sorry for making yall read this. i hope it’s entertaining to watch me flounder around at 3 in the morning)

jshk126 death order theory/analysis ♡

first theory is that we start from the top of the stairs, because nene seems to end at the well! however, it’s also possible that nene could’ve worked her way up by emerging from the well, but it’d have some major concerns. i also use the possibility of a resurrection here, because amane did resurrect himself, after all...

— ♡

this is under the assumption that mitsukou are walking together. they probably are! mitsuba looks to have been speared from the front, so i'm assuming she might've gone down to the bottom, passing kou, then stabbed mitsuba into the stairs. the reverse can still be true if she walked past the others from the well, but it’s unlikely that they’d lack suspicion if she came from the well...

kou, probaby standing next to mitsuba, freezes up and backs away slightly because. it's nene. since the blood looks to be from a downwards slash where kou is thrown against the wall, he’s either thrown from the direction of the well (a long distance) OR more likely just slashed really hard on the stairs and bouncing off of the wall, leaving the stains as he collapses.

nene starts up the stairs and slashes him against the wall. in that time, the others recover. as she jumps down towards the others, teru kills her.

now, i had to take some steps to make sure that the physics were working, because teru seems to have fallen forwards from the direction of the well and akane couldn’t have been pushed back to the stairs from that well if she’d been heading towards it either.

so nene respawns on the well. teru gets stabbed in the back (falls down, face-first) and akane gets stabbed when he follows up, thrown into the wall. from there, she stabs aoi. aoi hugs her, despite, and that’s where nene wakes up <3 the end

[vintageseawitch]

people who like or even love Draco &/or Lucius Malfoy but claim to dislike or even hate Severus Snape just... confuse tf out of me. like or dislike any characters all you want but just... don't come near me with such a garbage take 😅