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[asiatic-apple]

you already know i love your sylus works (a big fan) and forgive me if you’ve done it but can i pretty please have smut prompt #17 with female reader for sylus ✨

I was so honored to write this for youuu, my #1 sylus fan!! I hope it's to your liking ❤️ Thank you so much for being here, and I hope the long wait for this was worth it

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Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place

Content: use of “sweetie” and “kitten” as pet names, maybe too much dirty talking lol, very slightly implied exhibitionism, fingering, possessive sylus

Luke's low snicker is the first thing you hear when you enter the living room of Onychinus's base. You try to ignore it, only sparing him a confused look before returning to whatever you were planning to do before the distracting sound.

Ah, that's right—you came here to grab the hair tie you left on the coffee table yesterday. But your satisfied smile at finding it is quickly wiped away the second Kieran fails to stifle a giggle.

You freeze mid-motion, arms still halfway up after gathering your hair into a messy bun, and glance over your shoulder.

Sure enough, the twins are staring at you—clearly the object of their amusement.

“What?” you ask, already bristling at the way they nudge each other in between chuckles.

Luke shrugs, bringing a hand to the absurd-looking beak of his mask, as if he's hiding a grin. “Nothing,” he sputters, not so convincingly.

Kieran doesn’t even bother trying to lie. “Looks like someone had a fun night,” he drawls.

It takes you a second to register what he means. Then you remember how sore the skin along the junction of your neck and shoulders felt this morning. It was a bit too far in the back to see in a mirror, so you didn't know the extent of what Sylus left there last night.

But now you're putting two and two together.

Heat rushes to your face, your hands flying up to cover the back of your neck, even though it’s far too late for that. Luke and Kieran's snickering fades as you leave in a huff.

With each stomp you take toward Sylus’s bedroom, your embarrassment turns to annoyance before you barge in and shut the door a little harder than intended.

Sylus barely looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, but you swear there's a slight tug at his lips as soon as you growl his name. It's like he knew this would happen.

You cross your arms when you stop in front of him. “Would you care to explain why Luke and Kieran were laughing, quite literally behind my back?”

He leaves you in a few seconds of suspense before his deep scarlet eyes lock onto your pouting face. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” he replies, an infuriatingly smug lilt to his voice.

The sudden, gentle push of his Evol at your lower back teeters you off balance—just enough for you to fall forward. Right as you land in Sylus’s lap, he chucks his book to the small table beside him. Now his attention is fully on you.

“Sylus,” you warn, cheeks still warm from a heady combination of mortification and the fact that you’re pressed against him now. “Just how much of a mark did you leave on me last night?”

He hums, nuzzling into your neck with a chuckle. “What’s wrong?” He plants a heated kiss to your skin, presumably atop one of the hickeys he left there. “You don’t like the gift I left for you?”

You should push him away. Really, you should. But then his teeth scrape the spot right where the faintest sting still lingers, and your pussy clenches beneath rapidly dampening cotton.

“Even after I was so meticulous with my…art.” He tuts in faux disappointment. “I assume you still haven’t taken a proper look at it.”

You gasp as he brushes his fingers over the collection of bruises he left, his finger hooking in your shirt collar to tug it a bit further down your shoulder.

At some point between his distracting touches and kisses, his phone ends up in his hand. The ‘click’ of the camera’s shutter makes you groan softly in frustration. But then he turns the screen toward you, letting your eyes land on the picture of your marked up flesh.

The bruises form a rough, messy shape, but it’s deliberate in its composition: a small line, twisting like a snake to form a bold ‘S’.

You give him a pointed look of annoyance. But arousal stirs at the sight of his initial bitten into your skin. He doesn’t miss the flash of lust in your eyes. His canines peek out between curved lips—a wicked smile that only heightens the feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m quite proud of it,” Sylus murmurs before locking his phone and tossing it aside. “It took a lot of restraint not to…stray from the path. You were moaning so sweetly.” His lips return to your neck, tongue flicking out to glide along the marks. “But that just meant you liked it.”

You don’t respond, but the way your hips jerk against his lap betrays you. He chuckles knowingly, dragging his hands down to your waist.

Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “And I think you liked getting caught.”

His fingers slowly dip beneath the stretchy waistband of your lounge shorts and then your underwear. You gasp when the rough digits graze your aching clit. But he doesn’t stop the descent until his large hand is cupping your pussy and applying gentle pressure.

“You walked around all day like this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below the base of your neck. “With my initial on your skin and this pretty cunt aching for me.”

You barely get out a sound before he slides two fingers inside you, curling expertly until you’re gasping into his chest.

“Are you going to let me do it again, sweetie?” he asks with all the innocence of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Maybe lower, this time. Somewhere they’ll never see. But you’ll feel the sting every time you sit down.”

His thumb rubs against your clit with mind-numbing pressure. Just the right amount to make you moan a bit too loudly. You whimper, rocking against his hand to take his fingers deeper, faster.

He laughs that low, breathy, too-sexy laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers. “Hm, such a desperate little thing. Something tells me you’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

He circles your clit a bit faster now, and your whole body shudders. His thick fingers feel like heaven when they curl and press just right. And Sylus knows exactly how you like it.

Still, he’s holding back—deliberately denying you the right push to make you fall apart.

“You need to say it properly if you want me to give it to you,” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Say you want more evidence of my affection for you, kitten.”

“Yes,” you whine too quickly, “yes—fuck—I want more, please.”

His lips curl into a sly grin as they trail more tender kisses against your neck. He’s gentle for now, aware of how sore this part of your body might be. But you know he’s not making empty threats. After you gush around his fingers, he’ll surely take you to bed and spend more time marking you up elsewhere.

“When I’m done,” he promises softly, “you’ll be dripping with reminders of me.”

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[simplygojo]

The Cool Uncle Blurbs - JJK Men

author's note ⸺ Heyyy, so I have been told by a few of y'all that I need to write shorter blurbs, so this was my practice piece! Each character's blurb is about 1k each...writing something this short is so foreign to me, I am so used to having 8k minimums for school, so this may take practice! Please let me know if you like these shorter blurbs :)

pairings ⸺ Toji Fushiguro x reader; Satoru Gojo x reader; Kento Nanami x reader; Suguru Geto x f!reader

inspo ⸺ Inspired by some art by @clemenlush (linked here) that inspired me to write the JJK men as cool uncles, lol. Let me know if any of y'all want me to do another character!!

warnings ⸺ alcohol use, suggestive jokes, baby fever!, mention of baby-making!, reader uses female pronouns, reader presumed to have a vag!na, softboys & fluff

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✧.* — TOJI FUSHIGURO — ✧.*

You glanced at Toji as he steered the car down the quiet, tree-lined street. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between you two, but that familiar weight of his presence filled the silence. He always carried himself with an easy confidence, a kind of quiet power that made him stand out without even trying.

“You don’t have to look so annoyed,” you teased, catching the subtle furrow in his brow as he pulled into Jinichi’s driveway.

Toji didn’t say anything at first, just smirked and glanced sideways at you. “I’m not annoyed,” he grumbled, though the slight tilt of his mouth said otherwise. “Just not exactly in the mood for the family dinner crap.”

You rolled your eyes.

Classic Toji.

“Be nice. It’s just dinner. You’re not walking into a fight,” you reminded him with a soft laugh, unbuckling your seatbelt. “And you know exactly how much your nephew adores you.”

That earned you a low chuckle as he cut the engine and slouched back in his seat.

“Kid's got good taste. I’m the only fun one ‘round here.”

You both stepped out of the car and as you made your way up the driveway, the front door swung open. 

Your brother-in-law, Jinichi, stood there, smiling at you both, but barely had the chance to greet you before the sound of hurried footsteps followed behind him.

“Toji-ojisan!”

A small, dark-haired blur darted past Jinichi and straight toward Toji. Before you could blink, Toji’s nephew had attached himself to his leg, looking up with wide eyes.

“Uncle Toji! You came! Are you gonna tell me more stories about when you were younger?”

Toji raised an eyebrow, smirking down at the kid, then cast a sidelong glance at you.

“See? Told you. I’m the fun one.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a smile as Toji crouched down to ruffle his nephew’s hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Already am,” he replied, deadpan, before turning his full attention to the kid.

“What’s up, brat? You been behaving?”

The little boy nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Yep! I’ve been practicing just like you told me. Can we go to the backyard later? You gotta see my new moves!”

Toji stood back up, arms crossed as he exchanged a quick glance with Jinichi, who gave a knowing grin.

There was an unspoken fondness between them, though Jinichi didn’t say anything, just stepping aside to let you in.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, the scent of homemade food already filling the air. You noticed Toji’s posture relax—just a bit—as you made your way to the living room.

His nephew stuck to his side like glue, constantly asking about everything from Toji’s workout routine to his old school stories.

Toji answered in his usual blunt way, never indulging the kid too much, but just enough to keep him hooked.

After dinner, you found yourself sitting outside on the back patio, watching Toji and his nephew go over some silly mock sparring moves.

The boy had his fists up, trying to mimic Toji’s stance, all while Toji lazily dodged the punches, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes.

You leaned back in your chair, and for a moment, it was like your heart swelled in your chest—three sizes too big, you thought with a smile.

It was impossible not to feel that warmth as you watched Toji with his nephew, his tough exterior softened just a bit in these moments.

He’d never admit it, but seeing him like this, in his own way, playing the doting uncle…it made you melt.

You could see it in the way his nephew looked at him, hanging onto his every word. And the way Toji engaged—aloof but present—it warmed something deep inside you.

“You’re such a softie, you know that?” you called out, your voice teasing but laced with affection.

Toji turned, still holding up a lazy guard, eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah? How d’you figure?”

You gave him a knowing grin, folding your arms. “Look at you—out here entertaining him like you don’t enjoy it. Don’t act like you don’t love being the ‘cool uncle.’”

He straightened up, brushing his hands through his hair as he cast a quick glance at his nephew—who was too busy practicing his “new moves” on a nearby tree—to respond.

Then, with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat, he stepped toward you. “Maybe I am a softie,” he started, voice low, “but only for you.”

You blinked, a playful roll of your eyes as you went to respond—

“Though, I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ I’m neverr soft for...”

It took you all of two seconds to realize where he was going, but before he could finish the joke, you flicked him right in the forehead.

“Toji!” You scolded, laughing despite yourself.

He grinned, all too pleased with himself, as he rubbed his forehead.

“What? You’re the one who brought it up, sweetheart.”

“You’re awful,” you said, shaking your head, though the warmth in your chest remained. You could never stay mad at him, especially not when he was like this—so smug, so sure of himself.

“And to think I almost thought you were sweet for a second.”

He leaned down, one hand coming to rest on the arm of your chair as he hovered over you, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“Almost, huh?”

You flicked his forehead again, but softer this time. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms as he glanced toward his nephew, still occupied in his makeshift sparring match with the tree.

“Brat’s got a lot to learn,” he muttered, but you could hear the fondness there, the warmth beneath his tough exterior.

“Kid might be cooler than me one day.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you watched the two of them together.

“Not possible,” you said softly, though Toji didn’t hear it—or pretended not to.

Either way, in that moment, your heart was full. This was your life, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧.* — GOJO SATORU — ✧.*

Gojo’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel as he hummed along to the radio, sunglasses perched—needlessly—on his nose despite the fact it was well after sunset.

You shot him a side-eye.

“You do realize we’re just going to Shoko’s for dinner, right? You’re acting like you’re about to perform on stage.”

He grinned, his lips pulling into that signature cocky smile.

“Aren’t I always the main attraction, though? Especially tonight. Her kid adores me.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because you let him climb all over you like a jungle gym.”

“Hey, I’m just providing the fun. I can’t help that I’m a natural favourite,” he quipped, glancing at you for emphasis before focusing back on the road.

“You say that like it’s a talent,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest grew as you thought about it.

It was hard not to love Gojo when he was like this—carefree, playful, and so naturally magnetic, especially around kids.

By the time you pulled up to Shoko’s house, you could already hear the muffled sound of laughter and conversation.

The front door creaked open before either of you could knock, and Shoko’s five-year-old son burst out, arms outstretched, ready to greet his hero.

“Gojo-nii!” The kid’s excitement was so pure, it was contagious.

Gojo’s grin only widened, and he crouched down to scoop him up in one smooth motion.

“Hey, champ! Been keeping things under control at this house? Your mom can be a handful…”

The boy giggled as Gojo swung him around effortlessly, his small hands gripping the fabric of Gojo’s coat. 

You stood back for a moment, hand still resting on the open passenger door, with a growing smile on your face.

Gojo’s childlike energy matched the kid’s perfectly, and it never failed to make your heart melt.

“He’s been waiting for you all day,” Shoko called from the hallway, rolling her eyes as she stepped into view.

“Good luck tearing him away from you tonight.”

Gojo set the kid down with a dramatic flair, straightening up and shooting a playful wink at you.

“What can I say? I’ve got that irresistible charm.”

“Careful, your ego’s showing again,” you quipped, nudging him as you all walked into the house.

As Gojo and the boy ran off to “catch up”—which likely meant some sort of wild chase through the living room—you found yourself watching from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and heart swelling.

It always surprised you how soft Gojo could be, especially around kids. 

His usual swagger and bravado were still there, but he had a way of connecting with them that was genuinely sweet. It made your heart skip in ways you had never expected.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head slightly as you watched Gojo give the kid a piggyback ride, the room filled with their laughter. 

Shoko came up beside you, handing you a glass of wine. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where Satoru Gojo is someone’s favorite jungle gym,” she commented dryly, taking a sip from her own glass.

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s weird, right? But he loves it.”

Shoko gave you a knowing look. “Does he? Or does he just love being adored?”

You grinned, letting out a short laugh before responding.

“Both. Definitely both.”

Later, after dinner, Gojo had somehow convinced the boy to show him every toy he owned, and you found yourself watching them again, heart swelling even more.

You didn’t know how, but every time Gojo was around that kid, you swore your heart was overwhelmed with admiration.

“You’re good with him, you know,” you said softly as you sidled up next to Gojo, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping the boy assemble a toy robot. “It’s almost like you… enjoy this.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. “Enjoy? What are you trying to say, love? You think I’m not the paternal type?”

You smirked, leaning down to whisper, “I think you love it, actually...”

Gojo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms and giving you a playful look. “Oh, I love a lot of things,” he said smoothly, lowering his voice.

“And most of them are when we’re not around a five-year-old.”

You blinked, realizing the meaning behind his words, and lightly smacked him at the back of his head. “Satoru!”

“Ow!” He pouted, rubbing the back of his head. “What? I’m just being honest.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a grin. “You’re the worst.”

“Actually…I’m the best,” he corrected with a wink, as the kid ran back to Gojo’s side, completely oblivious to the innuendo.

Watching Gojo with that playful smile and the way he effortlessly entertained the kid—who was still tugging at his sleeve to show him yet another toy—made you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth.

Sure, Gojo could be an insufferable flirt, but seeing him like this, so naturally connected and full of energy, reminded you why you loved him so much.

Even when he was being a ridiculous show-off, he had a way of making your heart burst with affection.

“Okay, okay,” you said, shaking your head fondly.

“Let’s see if you can at least try to behave yourself the rest of the night.”

Gojo stood up, stretching dramatically, and then leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“No promises. You know me—I always aim to please.”

You smacked him again, this time softer, as he flashed that signature grin of his and turned his attention back to Shoko’s son, who was already planning his next adventure with his “cool uncle.”

✧.* — NANAMI KENTO — ✧.*

The evening sky was beginning to blush with hues of orange and pink as you and Nanami made your way to your sister's house. 

The quiet hum of the car and the familiar scent of Nanami’s cologne made the drive feel calm, though you couldn’t help the tiny flutter of excitement in your stomach.

Family dinners were always nice, but this time there was a little extra something—your niece loved Nanami.

“I think she loves you more than she loves me,” you said playfully, turning to glance at your husband as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Nanami’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.

“Hardly. She just appreciates that I bring her books.”

“Books, toys, puzzles, snacks—don’t act like you haven’t been spoiling her.” You teased, gently nudging his arm.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, but you could see the way his eyes softened.

“I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

You grinned.

It was the kind of answer you'd expect from Nanami—thoughtful, selfless, and with an unspoken affection that melted your heart every time.

It was hard to imagine anyone not loving him, really. 

As you pulled up in front of your sister’s house, you didn’t even have a chance to step out of the car before the front door swung open.

Your niece, a whirlwind of energy with messy pigtails and a huge smile, came racing down the path.

“Uncle Kento!” she squealed, her little feet pounding against the pavement as she made a beeline for Nanami.

He stepped out of the car just in time for her to throw her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly. Nanami looked slightly startled but quickly softened, crouching down to her level. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Her face lit up at his greeting, and she quickly started tugging him towards the house.

“Come on! I have to show you my new dollhouse! You’re going to love it!”

You watched them from a few steps behind, heart warming at the sight. Nanami—who always seemed so composed and serious—was completely wrapped around your niece’s tiny finger. It was an endearing contrast, watching the usually stoic man willingly get pulled into a child’s world of excitement and play.

By the time you reached the front door, your niece had already dragged Nanami inside, babbling non-stop about the dollhouse, the latest puzzle he bought her, and a new storybook she wanted him to read later. 

You exchanged a smile with your sister, who had appeared in the doorway, laughing as she watched her daughter commandeer Nanami's attention.

“He’s got the magic touch with kids, huh?” Your sister remarked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, stepping inside. “She loves him. I think she’s ready to keep him all to herself.”

“Good luck getting him back,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge as you both headed into the living room.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and your niece proudly showing Nanami everything she could think of—her new school projects, her favorite toys, and even a drawing she had made “just for him.” 

He listened attentively, offering genuine praise, his voice calm but warm in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just humoring her. He cared.

You found yourself watching the two of them, your heart swelling with each small interaction. 

It was impossible not to smile, seeing Nanami, the man who rarely let himself relax, so at ease around your niece. 

Nanami had just finished reading her a bedtime story, and now she was fast asleep, curled up under the blankets with her favorite stuffed toy.

“She’s asleep,” he murmured softly, his hand brushing your niece’s hair away from her face.

You stepped forward, quietly gathering the blankets to tuck her in. “You’re really good with her, you know?”

He glanced at you, a faint smile on his lips. “I try.”

“No, really,” you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “She loves you. You’re her favorite.”

Nanami’s eyes softened at your words, but he didn’t say much more, his hand lingering on your niece’s small form for a moment longer before standing up.

The two of you quietly exited the room, letting her sleep in peace.

After saying your goodbyes to your sister and thanking her for dinner, you both made your way out to the car. 

The night air was cool, and the streets were quiet as Nanami opened the passenger door for you, his hand resting briefly at the small of your back as you slid into the seat.

The drive home was calm, with the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road creating a peaceful background hum. You glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur into soft orbs as they passed by.

Nanami was silent beside you, his hands steady on the wheel. There was something thoughtful in the way he held himself, a quiet contemplation that you could sense even without looking at him.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued by the sudden weight in his voice.

Nanami hesitated for a moment, his thumb tapping lightly on the steering wheel before reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Of what I want,” he said, his voice a little quieter. “Of what we could have.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication behind his words, and you turned to face him fully, sensing where this was going.

“Kento…” You began softly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he continued, his gaze fixed ahead on the road.

“For a while now, actually.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your pulse quicken as the meaning behind his words settled in. He wasn’t just talking about your niece anymore.

“You’re talking about…” you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper.

“A family,” he finished for you, his tone gentle but certain. “I want us to have a baby.”

For a moment, you just sat there.

You had always known that Nanami cared deeply, that he was serious about your future together, but hearing him say it like this, so plainly, so sincerely—it was something else entirely.

“You want a baby?” You repeated softly, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

He nodded, his eyes still focused on the road but softening as he spoke.

“Yes. I want to start a family with you. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, but… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

You reached over, gently placing your hand on top of his where it rested on your leg.

“You’re not pressuring me, Kento. I…” You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

“I want that too. With you. More than anything.”

When you finally pulled up to your home, Nanami turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, the faint glow of the streetlights illuminating his thoughtful expression. 

He turned to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your heart skip.

“I mean it,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re ready. We’ll do this together.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a warmth and certainty you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Well…I am ready now...” You said with a playful tone.

He smiled then—small, soft, and full of love—and leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, sealing the quiet promise you had both made tonight.

“Well then lets get inside.”

✧.* — SUGURU GETO — ✧.*

It was a peaceful evening, and the low hum of conversation filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clatter of building blocks. You sat cross-legged on the couch, watching as Suguru helped Utahime's son with his tower-building endeavor.

The little boy was fully engaged, eyes bright with excitement as Suguru gently guided his small hands to balance each block perfectly.

“Higher, Sugu! Make it taller!” the boy giggled, his enthusiasm filling the room with an infectious joy.

Suguru chuckled softly, his deep voice filled with warmth.

“Careful, we don’t want it to fall,” he murmured, adding another block to the structure with a steady hand.

His long fingers made the task look effortless, and the boy watched in awe.

You leaned back against the couch cushions, the sight of Suguru interacting with the child making your heart swell.

There was something about seeing him like this—patient, soft-spoken, so full of care. It was a side of him that you loved deeply, and it reminded you just how much of a natural he was with kids.

“You’re really good with him,” you commented, your voice a little more tender than usual as you admired the scene before you.

Suguru glanced over at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

“He’s easy to please,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy, who was now clapping his hands excitedly as the tower grew taller.

“Still,” you said, watching the way the boy leaned into Suguru, clearly adoring him, “he’s obsessed with you. I’ve never seen him so attached.”

Suguru smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but your heart warmed anyway.

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope you don’t break his heart when we leave.”

The boy turned to you, his face lighting up with joy. “Sugu is so cool, y/n! He’s gonna help me with my blocks forever!”

You chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair as you watched Suguru pretend to be serious.

“Forever, huh? That’s a long time, buddy.”

Suguru leaned down, lowering his voice conspiratorially as if sharing a secret with the boy.

“I don’t mind,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “As long as I get to build the biggest towers.”

The boy giggled, his eyes sparkling as he nodded enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was moments like this that made your heart grow three sizes.

You leaned forward, nudging Suguru’s shoulder lightly.

“Admit it, you’re loving this.”

Suguru’s dark eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Of course! What’s not to love?”

Before you could respond, the familiar sound of keys jingling outside the door caught your attention.

You glanced at the clock—it was just about time for Utahime to be home.

The front door creaked open, and Utahime stepped inside, looking a little worn out but smiling when she saw the scene in front of her.

“Looks like I missed all the fun,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude as she took in the sight of her son sitting on the floor, still glued to Suguru’s side.

“Mama!” The boy immediately jumped up, running toward her with open arms. Utahime knelt down, scooping him up with a tired but happy sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head. “Were you good for Suguru and y/n?”

“He was an angel,” you replied with a smile, standing up from the couch. “Though, I think Suguru’s the real hero tonight.”

Utahime chuckled, glancing at Suguru with an appreciative smile.

“I don’t doubt it. Thanks for watching him—both of you. I owe you one.”

Suguru waved her off, standing up and stretching his arms.

“No need. He’s a fun kid. We built the tallest tower yet.”

The boy wiggled in Utahime’s arms, looking up at her excitedly.

“Mama, it was so tall! Sugu’s the best!”

Utahime smiled down at him, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you had fun, sweetie. Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?”

As Utahime carried her son off to his room, you turned to Suguru, your hand finding his arm as you gave him a gentle squeeze.

“You were great with him tonight,” you said softly, your eyes full of affection.

Suguru gave you a warm smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“I had fun,” he murmured. “But we should probably head out.”

You nodded, glancing around the apartment to make sure everything was in order. After a few minutes, Utahime returned, looking more relaxed now that her son was settled.

“Thanks again, guys,” she said, walking you both to the door. “I’ll definitely owe you one for this.”

“Anytime,” you replied with a smile, giving her a quick hug before stepping out into the cool evening air.

As you and Suguru made your way to his bike, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. There was something peaceful about nights like this—watching Suguru be so gentle and kind, seeing how naturally he fit into the role of caretaker.

It stirred something warm and familiar deep within you.

Once you both stepped outside into the cool evening air, Suguru glanced at you with a smirk.

“You know,” he started, his tone laced with that unmistakable teasing charm, “playing with Utahime’s kid is fun and all, but…” He paused, raising an eyebrow as he reached for your hand. “I was thinking we should get home and get to some 'baby-making' ourselves… if you know what I mean.”

Heat instantly bloomed in your cheeks as you laughed, nudging him in the ribs. “Suguru!”

But before you could respond properly, Suguru swept you off your feet with ease, lifting you into his arms.

“What? It’s a solid plan, plus you're the one who kept saying I'm just sooo good with kids.” He grinned, peppering your face with soft kisses as he carried you toward his motorcycle.

“Put me down!” You laughed, but your protests were playful as Suguru’s kisses continued, light and affectionate, his breath warm against your skin.

“You love it,” he murmured between kisses, making you giggle even more.

With one final press of his lips to your forehead, Suguru set you down beside his motorcycle, the playful glint in his eyes still there.

“Now, let’s get home,” he said, sliding onto the bike and passing you your helmet. “We’ve got some important work to do.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

As the engine roared to life, you pressed your cheek against his back, feeling that same peaceful contentment wash over you once more.

And as you sped off into the night, the playful warmth of Suguru's teasing stayed with you, a reminder of just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

Author's Note II: Let me know your thoughts on these and lmk if you want me to do any other characters :)

LOVE Y'ALL

[kinzis-writing]

Almost Over You | Joe Burrow

summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?

Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)

Requested: Yes | No

Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.

Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*

Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k

*Not Edited*

I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!

I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.

Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasn’t worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another. 

“Let me do your hair, Y/N!” One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. “I’ll fix your makeup too.” 

Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. “I need help picking an outfit.” She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. “I’m torn between the three on the bed.” She added pointing to the three outfits. 

In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots. 

“I’m not sure about this outfit.” Y/N spoke up. She usually wasn’t one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. “Why didn’t you pick one of my outfits?” She asked her best friend turning around. 

“Girl, you look hot!” She replied not answering your question at first. “You’re freshly single, so we’re gonna act like it today.” She added picking up a shot and handing it to you. 

You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. “To Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.” 

“Cheers to that.” The other girls replied before downing the shot.

“Don’t call him that.” You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind. 

“Honey, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldn’t even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.” Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight. 

After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together. 

Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.

The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into “he-who-should-not-be-named” at their bar. 

The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You weren’t one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didn’t know. In a plan to get over someone… it felt almost right to do it that way.

“You want to get out of here?” The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him. 

You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joe’s teammates seeing as you were together for a bit. 

Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. “I have to go.” You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you weren’t sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave. 

Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. “Hey, I’m not feeling the best… I think it’s best if I uber home.” 

Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. “Bullshit.” Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. “I noticed him walk in with his groupies.” She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction. 

You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, “I’m not in the mood to deal with this tonight.” 

“Y/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.” Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her. 

“Isn’t it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?” Another one of the girls in your group spoke up. 

“I was not going home with that guy.” You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. “That’s not who I am.” 

“Maybe that’s what you need for one night.” Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes. 

You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, “I’m getting another drink.” You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then. 

You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.

After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you. 

“Can I get another round for our table back there?” His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadn’t heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasn’t there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you. 

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you.” He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy. 

Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, “How have you been?” he asked carefully knowing that it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. “You could have avoided me and let me heal.” You added taking another sip of win after. 

Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. “I didn’t mean what I said that night.” He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. “When you brought up my past… it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasn’t the same.” 

You shrugged trying your best to act like you didn’t care. “I am not talking about this.” You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. “If we’re being honest, I shouldn’t have brought up Olivia, but that’s all I’m going to say.” You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you. 

“Y/N don’t do this. Let me in and let’s talk about this.” Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him? 

“Joe, you ended it. I don’t owe you anything.” You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you. 

“Y/N… please.” He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in. 

maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind

Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night. 

“I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll head home.” You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug. 

Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, “want me to wait for you?” she offered. 

You didn’t miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, “No, I’ll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.” 

Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, “There’s plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.” She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “If you change your mind you have to let me know.” She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight. 

You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when you’re in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time it’s to hide how he is truly feeling. 

Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasn’t often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last. 

After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girl’s to ride together, but no one disagreed and you weren’t going to be the first one to object. 

“Really? 25 minutes.” You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. “Why did I agree to do this tonight?” you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time. 

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didn’t want to see him again either. “I heard you huffing.” He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face. 

You nodded assuring him that you were fine, “Yeah. Just waiting for my ride.” You lied knowing good and well that you didn’t order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour. 

He nodded, “I could take you home if you’re getting inpatient.” He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.

Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You weren’t sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you. 

You shook your head forcing a fake smile, “No it’s fine. My ride will be here very soon and I don’t want to leave them hanging.” You lied again in hopes that it was believable. 

“Come on.” He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you. 

You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, “Babe, what’s taking so long?” Joe’s voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didn’t want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him. 

“I was just talking to a friend.” You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you. 

“Babe?” The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. “You should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.” He told Joe causing you to tense. 

Joe’s grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. “Well, I’m sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.” Joe muttered making sure to get his point across. 

“Whatever.” The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway. 

You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, “Thank you.” you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didn’t take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe. 

Joe shook his head, “Don’t thank me.” He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. “Was that the guy you were with when I got here?” 

Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. “How did you… Jamarr and Tee.” You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him. 

Joe shook his head, “I actually noticed you first.” He denied your allegations. “I made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.” He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing. 

If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him. 

why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.

You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didn’t help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed. 

How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasn’t tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. “I’ll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.” He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.

Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. “Can I shower before we head to bed?” You asked softly hoping you wouldn’t scare him. 

Joe nodded, “You don’t have to ask.” He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you. 

You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joe’s shower caddy. 

Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier… emotionally. 

Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldn’t go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, “If you’re going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.” You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joe’s room. 

You’d be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you. 

“Do you need anything before I head to the guest room?” He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.

“You don’t have to go to your guest bed. I’m not taking your bed.” You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. “I can sleep in the guest room.” You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot. 

Joe refused, “You know I never let you sleep in the guest room.” He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. That’s just how the two of them were in their relationship.  

Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. “Can I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?” You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. “You don’t owe me anything, Joe.” You assured so he didn’t feel as though he owed a debt to you.

“I know.” He replied, “actually I do owe you an apology. I’m sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.” He apologized. 

You gave him a small smile in return, “I think we both said some things that we regret that night.” You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. “I’ll never stop no matter what happens.” He added in a whisper to not spook you too much. 

You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them. 

“I was trying so hard to get over you.” You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. “I still love you so much and it kills me every day.” You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much. 

Staring into Joe’s eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you weren’t going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what. 

Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didn’t take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same. 

You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with. 

It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a “nice” guy from the club and that he was full of “green flags”. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex. 

Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day. 

Joe’s clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasn’t a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasn’t just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it. 

[meteorxiaowerr]

—We'll meet again...

pairing : 40s!Bucky Barnes x nurse!reader (what a classic trope)

sypnosis : bucky overhears the nurse he's been gushing over singing and boy was he hooked... 70 years later he still remembers that same tune she once sung.

warnings : unestablished relationship, angst lol, bit ooc (╥﹏╥), rushed ending (i think), not proof read so apologies

word count : 1.8k

author's note : first time writing for Bucky or for any marvel character actually kinda nervous ( ˶°ㅁ°) Not my usual content since i usually post about anime/genshin but here i am gushing over this man. this fic was lowkey inspired by those "dating 40s bucky" playlist on spotify so yess i love incorporating music in my fics somehow. hope yall enjoy!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 now playing! - We'll meet again By Vera Lynn

"Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Til the blue skies drive those dark clouds far away"

Bucky slowly approached the medical tent with a small bouquet of flowers in hand . He was a frequent visitor, not because he was always injured but because of a certain nurse he's been eyeing a lot lately. He stopped to his tracks as he heard a melodic tune being sung. 

"We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day"

He slowly opened the tent flap and peeked inside to see who it was. He was amazed. No, he was astonished yet somewhat surprised to see that it was you singing.

He watched silently in the corner with his arms folded, gentle not to crumple the flowers he got, a small smile tugging on his lips as he focused on you singing to yourself, or so you thought you were.

You were in your own little world, softly singing to yourself. It was a rare sight to see considering that you always had too much on your plate. Treating the wounded, patching up the injured, bustling around to help as many people as you can was what he often saw you doing. This, yeah this, was something new.

A warm fuzzy feeling bubbled up in his chest as he watched you. Almost as if he was slowly falling in love with you deeply. Or maybe because he was.

As you were cleaning up around tent with your little sing-song you felt your body practically jumped as you realized Sergeant Barnes was watching.

"Sergeant Barnes. How long have you been standing there?" You asked sheepishly with a pink hue dusted on your cheeks. 

"Not long. And for the hundredth time, Call me Bucky, just Bucky. I'm not always on duty, y'know?" He chuckled "Bucky.." You muttered under your breath before clearing your throat. Bucky scanned you head to toe to try and figure out what you were thinking. "Say, you sure do have lovely voice" he exclaimed

"Thanks..?" You reply back feeling embarrassed by the sudden compliment

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. Like I said, you have a lovely voice. A voice like that deserves to be heard by many others. Besides, it's just me"

He walked closer to where you were standing with a grin plastered on his face. Sergeant Barnes was always a charmer, you knew that, but God he was gorgeous.

"What song were you singing?" He asked pretending to be oblivious to the title of the song. He knew what it was, 'course he did. He wasn't living under a rock even at times like this. He just wanted to strike a conversation with you.

"We'll meet again By Vera Lynn. Have you not heard of it?" You tilt your head slightly to the side. "Oh, I have. Somewhat.. familiar...ish" he lied. He really liked that song. You chuckled. "Well, it's my favorite song as of the moment" "Is that so?" He asked quietly. "Yeah" There was a momentary pause before Bucky spoke again

"Do you often sing like that?" "Like what?" "Like that. Melodic. Pleasing to the ears"

Your eyes glistened at his words. "You're too kind." you smiled softly, trying to suppress the way your face felt warm and the apparent blush on your face. Bucky's expression softened as he noticed how sheepish you were from his little compliment.

"I'm only stating facts. A lovely lady like you with a lovely voice could make any guy swoon over her, doll" He says with a slight smirk. He knew how to grab a gal's heart though he meant every word You were beautiful, stunning. Heck, ethereal even. He couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was but there was just something about you.

You let out a soft chuckle at his words, unsure how take in the compliment. "That's too kind of you to say" "But it's true...! C'mon, don't sell yourself short, sweetheart. I wouldn't say something that isn't true, now would I?" He snickered, walking closer just enough for him to get a good look at you.

"Oh and...these are for you" He held out the bouquet of small but various flowers for you. Times were tough, especially in a middle of the war, but he always remembers how to properly treat a woman. Especially to the one he was interested in.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you stared at the flowers. "For me!?" You pointed at yourself, in disbelief that this man just offered you flowers, beautiful ones at that.

"Yeah. Had to pluck it out from my Ma's garden. Take it before she kills me." You let out a giggle at his jokes, still in awe to see that he offered you a small bouquet.

Bucky wouldn't admit it but his heart was thumping rapidly inside his chest. Making him all nervous over nothing. Pffft damn you. He kept his cool, charming composure in check to mask how nervous he was.

You took the flowers from his hand and let out that endearing smile he loves so much before muttering a shy "Thank you".

He smiled, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Y'know, you should be a singer. You've got the voice and the face, doll. " You chuckled at his words before replying "I actually dreamt of becoming one, a performer, as a child." You admitted sheepishly. He raised a brow as he listened intently.

"How come you never pursued your dream and ended up as a nurse?" "Practicality over passion I guess." You let out a dry chuckle as you spoke. "My parents never approved of it and called it a piped dream." Bucky noticed the shift in your demeanor, saddened by the reality you were forced to live in. He didn't know what to say after that.

"But it's okay now! It was just a childhood dream. Some things aren't meant for everyone" You let out some optimism. Bucky's lips curled into a smile at your enthusiasm. This was one of the things he liked about you, always trying to lighten the mood up.

"Hm...even though. I know you gotta respect your folk's wishes but it's your life. You'd be a great performer. Hell, I'd buy front row tickets to each one of your shows." You giggled at Bucky's words, feeling flustered with all his comments. He loved it. He savored moments like this when he was the one making you all giggly and gushy inside. Moments like these were hard to come by.

"You overestimate me." "No 'm telling you the truth"

"You should sing more often. Actually no, I'm begging you to sing more often. Please?" Bucky's eyes softened as he spoke. An amused expression appeared on your face. "We'll see"

"Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear Just for a while dear we must part Don't let this parting upset you I'll not eforget you, sweetheart"

Over 70 years later, Bucky was still alive. He had finally been free of the Winter Soldier. And now, he was making amends with his former self, way before he was even the winter soldier. He wanted to start fresh, a rebirth if you will, and the first step to achieving that was making peace with whatever he had left behind back then. Steve went back in time, leaving him alone in the present. He knew that he needed to start again somehow now that everyone he once loved back in the 40s were gone. At least he got the chance to say goodbye to his best friend, but not to the girl he promised to spend his life with. That's how he ended up here. Standing upon your grave. "Y/N L/N" He read out carefully. He observed the numerous rows and batches of flowers that surrounded your grave, most likely from fans before settling down the bouquet he brought. "You ended up becoming a world renowned singer, huh?" He smiled, bending down to get a better look at your grave. "And I didn't even get the chance to see you sing once on stage." He huffed in playful annoyance. Bucky couldn't help but feel his eyes sting as he continued to stare at your headstone. That lovely nurse with the lovely voice whom he met and loved back then, whom he promised to come home to, was now nothing but ashes. "Sorry I took too long, sweetheart. Kinda almost died back then." He chuckled dryly. "Though I should've just did..." He sighed before continuing. Before Steve left, he mentioned a few things that happened to you after he died.

You never got married. Not once. Not even dated anyone after that despite being in Hollywood. After the war, it seemed as though Bucky's persuasion and convincing for you to pursue your childhood dream to become a singer worked. You built your name in the industry and was deemed a powerhouse in the music world. Unfortunately, Bucky wasn't there to witness your success. Falling for his demise and ended up as one of Hydra's weapon. He hated how he never got to live the life he envisioned with you, it pained him. Steve also mentioned that you had a kid. An adopted one.

He knew you'd be a good mother, a loving and nurturing one. Bucky also knew you always wanted to start a family, 'course he knew. He wanted to start one with you.

He hadn't realize the tears slowly rolling down his cheek as he recalled the past you two had. God the universe was so cruel to him. Bucky let out a sigh, trying to compose himself. He placed his palm on your headstone and gently brushed against it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there with you, supporting you through your career" He sniffled a little before he continued. "Sorry that I wasn't able to buy front row tickets to each and every one of your shows... Im s..sorry that I wasn't able to provide the life we envisioned together, doll. But hey, at least you were able to live your childhood dream" He chuckled dryly as his eyes continued to swell with tears. "We'll meet again some sunny day, won't we sweetheart?" He says, brushing his hand along your name. "Maybe not now, maybe not anytime soon, but one day." He got up and wiped the tears that threatened to fall. "Thank you for everything. I love you, Y/n." were the last words he ever muttered before leaving your gravestone. Never looking back knowing that will be the first and last time he's ever visiting your grave. He got his pen and pocket notebook out and crossed your name on the list of people he had to make amends to. Y/N L/N

a/n : HII GUYS OMG if you finished reading this short fic THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! and im sorry for sad bucky. ngl, im not sure if i like how the fic turned out or not and I was really hesitant to post this since im quite new to this but oh what the heck #YOLO so if you finished reading, im grateful you diddd !! Ps : I love 40s Bucky and bucky in general

[vintagestarlight]

High Stakes

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x reader

Summary: You are the unfortunate target of a bet between Aaric and Ridoc

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: My first ever Fourth Wing fic!! Not sure how I feel about this one but I hope I captured Aaric's personality well :)

Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! This is my first time writing in forever so this may not be my best work lol but I already have some work done on a few more fics so stay tuned! If you have anything you want to see with the Fourth Wing characters don't hesitate to send in a request💞

***As always beware of typos and comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!***

The mess hall buzzed with the usual chatter, clinking dishes, and boisterous laughter. Aaric sat across from Ridoc, who was looking particularly frustrated. Ridoc slouched, absentmindedly pushing his food around on his plate and sighing. "What's the matter with you?" Aaric asked, glancing up from his own plate and trying to decide whether or not he actually cared. Ridoc sighed dramatically, dropping his fork with a clink. "I had this one rider practically in the palm of my hand. She was cute as hell too. But she rejected me! Me!" Ridoc exclaimed. "Can you believe that?" Ridoc placed his elbow in the table and rested his chin on his hand. "I don't really know what to say...I've never been turned down," Aaric continued to eat his food, deciding he actually wasn't that interested in Ridoc being unable to have some unfortunate girl spend the night in his bed. Ridoc picked up his head and peered at Aaric. "Really?" He asked, with a mixture of disbelief and genuine curiosity. "You've never been turned down? How the hell do you manage that?"

Aaric replied, "I guess I just know how the game works," he said, a small smirk appearing briefly on his face. Ridoc scoffed, unimpressed. "I have game okay? And you're telling me you could hook up with any rider in here if you wanted to?" He continued. "If I wanted," Aaric said in a bored tone. Ridoc leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes narrowing with a competitive glint. "Prove it then," he said. Aaric raised an eyebrow, amusement starting to dance in his eyes. "Like a challenge?"

Ridoc smirked. "Yeah. You think you can walk up to any rider, charm them, and convince them to come to your room tonight? Prove it. If you win, I'll do your morning drills for a week no questions asked. But if you lose, you have to admit your game is weak and I'll make sure everyone knows it," Ridoc proposed. Aaric stared at Ridoc for a moment, considering his challenge. "Fine," Aaric finally said, his signature smirk on full display. "So who's it going to be? Pick someone with a backbone not one of your usual targets," Ridoc clarified. Aaric scanned the room, trying to pick the perfect rider to win the bet.

His eyes landed on you, sitting in a corner with a book in your lap clearly not interested in impressing anyone. He had seen you around before carrying yourself with a no-nonsense kind of confidence. He had been wanting to ask you out for weeks. "That one," he said, gesturing to where you sat alone. "Her? She's not impressed by anyone. She turns down anyone who's tried to get with her," Ridoc explained. "That's exactly why I'm picking her. No one else will be as satisfying to impress," Aaric pushed his plate away and got up from the table. "Fine. But you can't just pull all the cocky shit you usually do. She has to be genuinely impressed. If she comes to your room tonight, you win," replied Ridoc. "Enjoy your last few days of sleep Gamlyn," Aaric threw over his shoulder as he smoothed down his sleeves with practiced ease and adopted that casual confidence he was so good at.

Aaric sauntered over to where you sat, enjoying your book. "Mind if I join?" A voice asked you. You didn't respond immediately and instead looked up from your book to see Aaric Graycastle standing next to you, flashing you a smile. "I guess," you nodded. "But I'm not really one for small talk," you continued, returning your attention to the book in front of you. Aaric slid into the empty space on the bench next to you. "That's okay I don't enjoy small talk either," He leaned in closer, looking intently at you. "I'm Aaric by the way," his voice was lower and softer. "You didn't have to sit so close there's plenty of space," you remarked, noticing his thighs practically up against yours. Was it horrible you didn't actually mind? "And I know who you are Graycastle. We have classes together and our squads spar each other," you replied, flipping the page in your book. "Have you been watching me?" He teased. "You know, this is starting to feel like small talk," you said dryly. "Oh come on," he said, scooting even closer if that was even possible. "I've been wanting to talk with you for a while now... you're different," he went on. "Really that's all you've got Graycastle? I'm different?" You shook your head. "Not your best opener,"

Aaric merely chuckled, not allowing himself to be discouraged. Even he had to admit that wasn't his best. "Okay fair enough let me try again," he said. "I like how you value your independence, how you don't get caught up in the drama here. That's pretty rare especially for a school like this," Your gaze shifted slightly, curiosity creeping in. "Do you still think you can actually impress me?" You asked, closing your book. His grin grew impossibly wide. "I'm just getting started honey,"

Time passed and Aaric threw everything he had at you. His witty remarks, usual charm, and effortless confidence; but nothing seemed to work. You didn't seem to be interested in the usual ways that allowed him to charm girls into his bed. You simply sat there, barely listening to him, practically bored with his attempts. This is was so much harder than he had expected. He chanced a glance at Ridoc, who sat there watching the exchange with a smug smile on his face. "Listen, not that I haven't enjoyed our little conversation," you started sarcastically. "But I have to go," you started to stand up to make a hasty exit but Aaric grabbed your arm. There's no way he could let Ridoc win. "Okay wait," he begged. "Why?" You asked, but you sat back down and he loosened his grip on your arm but didn't let go. "The truth is my friend and I have a bet; I bet I could get you to come to my room tonight and if you came by I won," he confessed. "I really like you and the bet was an excuse to come talk to you," he went on.

You were silent for a moment and Aaric wondered briefly if he just made the biggest ass out of himself. "What do you get if you win?" You asked finally. "My friend does my morning drills for a week," replied Aaric. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "And if you lost?" "I have to admit my game isn't as good as I claim it is and Gamyln makes sure everyone else knows it," he said, a little hesitant. "If you liked me so much, why did it have to take a bet for you to come talk to me?" You had to admit you were curious. "Because....you always seemed so uninterested and you turned down everyone who tried asking you out. I just didn't want to be shot down like the rest," he explained. "I didn't think Aaric Graycastle was scared of talking to any girl," you said, an authentic smile blooming on your face. "Just you," he confessed in a soft voice. Your expression changed and you gazed at him.

You had a small crush on him since you first saw him in Battle Brief but you knew he was with a new girl every week so you didn't bother entertaining those feelings; despite the fact they continued to grow. Could he be serious about liking you? "Alright Graycastle," you told him. "Alright?" He asked in a confused tone. "I'll come to your room. But I'm only coming so you can win the bet nothing else," you made a point. Aaric smiled at you but it was different this time; it wasn't his cocky grin he put on all the time it was a genuine smile and it made your stomach flip. "Really?" He asked. You nodded before standing up. "But next time, don't talk to me because of some silly bet," You said with a small smile. "Next time?" He questioned. Were you really going to give him a next time? He wondered. "Just talk to me," you told him before picking your book up and walking away.

"Goodnight Aaric," you said, reaching for his doorknob. Aaric felt felt a sense of a disappointment that you were leaving. The two of you had talked for hours and he enjoyed getting to know you. "Maybe I should adjust my shirt or something," you paused before opening the door. "Make it believable," you went on. "Maybe," he said opening the door for you and standing so close you could smell the mint on his breath mixed with his cologne. It made you want to bury your face in his neck. "But this might work a little better," he murmured, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leaned close, pausing only to look at you, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You nodded, letting him know it was okay. He placed his lips over yours, one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Goodnight y/n," he whispered after pulling apart. You gave him a smile and turned to leave. Aaric watched you turn the corner and his eyes found Ridoc's, who was at the end of the hallway, gaping at him. Aaric smirked and closed his door, already looking forward to talking to you again.

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

please write something about gitae (not angst)

NOTE : Lol, I was about to write angst until I read the whole thing… 😂 Honestly, this is my first Gitae x Reader, and I have no idea what I just did 😭😭 But thank you for letting me off the hook and giving me this opportunity! I’ll definitely write more about him. He’s actually one of my favourites, to be honest 🤡🎀

Also, is it Kitae or Gitae, bruh?

SLIGHT NSFW

It’s been two days.

James Lee told you it wasn’t supposed to take this long and that you didn’t need to worry.

“Don’t need to worry,” my ass.

He was a snake. You knew that too well.

Gitae always warned you to be cautious around him, reminding you they were only working together out of mutual benefit.

So, instead of waiting around, you focused on other things: sending invitations to the kings of other regions, drafting contingency plans in case things went sideways, anything to keep your mind off the growing dread.

That is, until a loud knock thundered against your door.

You had given clear orders: no one was to be let in. And who could it be at this hour?

Before you could reach the door, it was already slammed open.

“Hiding from me?”

There he stood, your man.....in all his bloody glory.

He’d killed someone again. What a pain.

And of course, you’d have to clean up after him.

Still, you ran toward him, leaping into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

“What’s the saying? Save the best for the best,” you murmured, brushing your fingers over his face to check for any signs of injury.

Of course, there were none.

Tijuana had hardened him. A few punches here, a few scratches there, nothing could faze him now.

But just to tease him, just to push his buttons, you started fussing over him anyway, pretending like he was wounded.

“Tch. What are you checking for?” he muttered.

“Obvious signs that someone tried to do a number on you.”

His hand moved from your waist to your spine, slowly, deliberately. He knew what he was doing.

He also knew how you liked it.

And he knew your bad habit of testing his patience.

“Do you want someone to do a number on me, cariño?”

His voice dropped, gaze darkening, and his grip on your waist tightened.

You tried to act casual, tousling his hair in a rough, teasing way.

That wild smile you loved spread across his face.

“Another way of keeping the population in check,” you replied, fingers now gently threading through his hair. “Those are just ants crawling your way anyway.”

He lowered you to the ground, now towering over you.

“Be prepared then,” he warned. “We’ve got more ants coming.”

And as he took a step forward, your back hit the wall.

“As long as you don’t cause a mess,” you muttered, nails dragging lightly across his chest, “James can only keep things in control for so long.”

With a swift motion, he picked you up again.

“Two days gone and you're worried about James Lee?”

His tone was sharp, daring you, say yes, say the wrong thing, say anything he wouldn’t like.....his grip on your hips tightening, sure to leave bruises.

You grabbed his collar and smirked.

“Ever the suspicious one, huh? I’m not interested in snakes that shed their skin every season.”

Your grip loosened, pulling him closer, your breath mingling with his.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking where you’ve been these past days?”

“Actually don’t answer,” you say, low and soft. “I’d rather show you just how bored I was, surrounded by low-level peasants and those good-for-nothing kings.”

That was all he needed to hear.

His lips crashed into yours with the force of a storm, like a hunter devouring his prey.

Clothes were discarded, or rather, shredded, as heat and hunger overtook the both of you.

There was no need for words.

Gitae Kim knew all too well what it meant when you kept peppering kisses across his skin, nibbling wherever you could, screaming his name.

And he, he was always ready to give you everything.

“Leaving already?” you asked, wrapping the sheets around yourself as he got dressed.

But… why hadn’t he zipped his pants?

Why hadn’t he wiped off the lipstick marks?

“Yes, it’s time,” he said casually. “They’re already here, I can feel it.”

“For someone who swears by obedience, you’re oddly obedient yourself,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He glanced at you, and you knew there was so much more to say. So much more to ask.

But he just hummed, self-satisfied.

“The time’s not right for another round,” he added, amused.

“Wasn’t asking for one,” you laughed, throwing a pillow at him.

He caught it effortlessly, set it aside, and walked over to you.

“When all this is over, I’ll be back before you know it.”

He kissed the crown of your head.

From a king to his queen.

You let him go.

But seriously, why the hell didn’t you remind him to zip up his pants?

And where did your chips packet go?

Ugh, Bastard.

Your lovely bastard.

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, mention of blood, disposal of bodies, slight injuries, mention of a gun, drugs, unprotected sex

word count: 7.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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

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

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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

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𝗳𝝷𝝻𝝲𝞃𝝴𝝴𝝶

𝜣𝒎𝜼𝒊𝒔𝝇𝒊𝜺𝜼𝝉

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: we in this 4ever mamas 🩷

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: OMG THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN GETTING HIS INITIALS TATTED ON YOU I LOVED THESE OMG

biancabelairwwe replied to yours story: Gigi omgggg

jadecargill replied to your story: YOU GOT TATTED BITCH? OH JIMMY GOT YOU HOOKED

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY IS INNNITTTT

uceyjucey replied to your story: ain’t this like your first tattoo sis?😭 how it feel?

carmelohayes replied to your story: he got it like that? For you to get matching tattoos together?

trinity_fatu replied to your story: WTFFF??

jonathanfatu has posted on their story!

gigispovv replied to your story: I love you sooo much 🥺

uceyjucey replied to your story: twin loves him some Genesis mane I tell you 😭😭

trinity_fatu replied to your story: ARE U FUCKIN KIDDING ME? FIRST THE TATTOOS NOW THIS? what happened to us….😔

romanreigns replied to your story: tell Gigi the fan wants to see her again dawg 

jadecargill replied to your story: I’ve seen Trin crashing out BADDDD but oh well you got Gigi thank you for taking care of her 🫶🏽

carmelohayes replied to your story: it’s still on sight when yo’ ass comeback bitch ass nigga

jacariiii replied to your story: appreciate you for taking care of my lil sister.

Atlanta, Georgia - 1:00PM

Genesis lounged in bed, enjoying the snacks Jimmy had brought her before he headed off to the gym with her older brother Jacari. She noticed him stowing his Glock in his gym bag, leading her to believe he was taking it for safety, so she decided against probing further into the matter.

While munching on her snacks and browsing TikTok, she stumbled upon a familiar video on her feed. It was Trinity, seemingly throwing shade at her without realizing it. She rolled her eyes at the clip before swiping up, choosing to ignore that girl completely.

As she continued to scroll, a text from Jade suddenly appeared on her screen, prompting her to tap on it while she licked the chip dust from her fingers. Just moments before, Jade had spotted it on Trinity's TikTok, right before sending it her way.

With a message too.

Jadebae🌪️: girrrl you see this bs?

Gigi🤍: yeah, I did and I just scrolled past it bc she’s just pissed that Jimmy is with me now 🙄

Jadebae🌪️: LITERALLY BIG MAD 😭😭 but how is it back home? Did your folks get to meet Jimmy?

Gigi🤍: yeah and they really love him including my mother do you know she showed him my baby pics I was so embarrassed 😭😭

Jadebae🌪️: PLEASEE your mother is so funny bro 

Gigi🤍: you remember Darrius?

Jadebae🌪️: dirty dick Darrius? Yeah why? Was he there?

Gigi🤍: hell yeah he was tryna flirt with me and Jimmy wanted to kill him right there

Jadebae🌪️: ewww and he should honestly but Jimmy is crazy about you Gigi, he tells us that many times 

He even told her how many times he was crazy and addicted to her.

Gigi🤍: Ik….and I love that shit🥴

Jadebae🌪️: is the dick that good?

Jade knew the answer to that already 

Gigi🤍: if your man makes you squirt three times and talks you through it what does that tell you bestie 

Jadebae🌪️: HE MADE YOU SQUIRT??? THREE TIMES???

Genesis started cracking up at her best friend's reaction to her text message.

Gigi🤍: yes three times Jade three times that’s why I’m so sore rn because of him he’s dangerous asf 😭🙂‍↕️

Jadebae🌪️: nigga put that ass to sleep

Gigi🤍: GURRL HE SURE DID BEST SLEEP I GOT

Jadebae🌪️: 😭😭 BYE GIGI but how’s the family and where Jimmy at?

Gigi🤍: everyone is doing good mama and papa love Jimmy and Jimmy is with Jacari at the gym

Jadebae🌪️: damn so he’s apart of the fam now?

Gigi🤍: yep sure is 

Jadebae🌪️: I love this for you bestie 

Gigi🤍: me too finally I can be happy and it’s also scary I haven’t heard from Zilla 

Jadebae🌪️: KEEP IT THAT WAY BC YK JIMMY WILL KILL HIS ASS 

Gigi🤍: yeah Ik his crazy ass 😭😭

Genesis had seen a text message coming from Jimmy which made her smile but she made him wait after she was done texting Jade.

Jadebae🌪️: I heard Melo been talking shi on the gram and had seen his face all fucked up 

Gigi🤍: Jimmy fucked him up badly but ion feel bad for him whatsoever should’ve mind his business 🤷🏽‍♀️

Jadebae🌪️: that’s sooo true bro 

Gigi🤍: imma text you later bestie and tell Cody I said to calm down nigga acting like I’m dying or sum 😭😭

Jadebae🌪️: kk bestie love youuu ❤️

Genesis opens Jimmy's message, curious about his intentions. He’s likely just reaching out to check on her, especially after the chaos that ensued the last time he left her alone during their visit to his mother.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: You good mamas?

Gigi🤍: I’m okay Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I just had to make sure

Gigi🤍: how’s your workout routine going today? I’ve seen you and brother bonding 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: it’s going good and yeah your brother is cool

Gigi🤍: that’s good now I got two crazy people who can protect me 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: damn right mamas also imma be home late tonight me and Cari got some things to do 

He’s going to be home late? What was he up to? 

‘Don’t ask Questions’

Gigi🤍: okay Bo just be safe I’ll probably be sleeping by the time you get home 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: might need you up just in case I just to get some pent up anger out of me 🙂‍↕️

Gigi🤍: UN-UN, THIS COOKIE JAR IS CLOSED SIR 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Ik mamas ik I’m talking about using them pretty ass lips you got to work baby 

Gigi🤍: I can do that for you Bo 🥴

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Ik need to slurp my shit up mamas 

Gigi🤍: I’ll blow bubbles on it for you 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you making me mess up my sets texting me like this mamas 

She chuckled at his message 

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry daddy you can continue on with your sets I’ll see you later I love you 🫶🏽

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you more baby ❤️

She dismissed the message and returned to her TikTok videos, yet a nagging curiosity lingered: why was he coming home so late? He never acted this way unless there was something significant he needed to address.

She attempted to dismiss the nagging sensation, refusing to let her spiraling thoughts dominate her as she munched on her snacks and relaxed at home.

After completing their workouts side by side, Jimmy and Jacari were ready to follow through on the plan they had discussed the previous night. Jimmy revealed a screenshot from Genesis's phone, which displayed a menacing message from Darrius, essentially threatening to shoot Jimmy in the head.

Jimmy arranged for Jey to fly in and assist with the scheme, as he intended to be the one to put a bullet in Darrius's head first, unafraid and undeterred by him.

He realized he was just a reckless fool with a gun, and that he needed to be dealt with appropriately as Jacari steered them down the road to the modest apartment complex where Darrius lived. They ensured they were fully prepared.

Glocks Cleaning Equipment  Knifes  Gloves

All their belongings were packed tightly in the bags they had lugged around all day, particularly at the gym, where they had stashed extra clothes for the inevitable mess, knowing it would take time to clean up the blood and deal with the body.

As they arrived at the apartment complex, they quickly grabbed their bags, tucked their Glocks into their shorts, and adjusted their shirts to conceal them before closing the door. Jimmy and his companions ascended the steps, passing by homeless individuals and children playing in the vicinity of Darrius's residence.

They veered left as they made their way to his apartment on the upper floor, gathering in front of his door.

“Just a heads up his homeboys are here too so be careful.” Jacari cautioned him while Jimmy vigorously pounded on the door, nodding his head in agreement.

As they stood there, the sound of music wafted through the air, mingling with the unmistakable scent of weed. Without a moment's pause, they awaited Darrius to swing the door open. When he finally did, he was greeted by the sight of Jimmy, Jacari, and Jey, all grinning widely at him.

“The fuck yall bitch ass niggas doing here at my crib?” Darrius questioned them.

Without uttering a word, they fixed their gaze on him as if he were mere prey, prompting a scoff from him as he doubted they were truly that menacing. Just as he was about to close the door, Jimmy burst in, kicking it wide open and sending Darrius tumbling to the floor of his living room.

With a fierce grip around his throat, Jimmy yanked him by the hem of his shirt, slamming him against the wall with a resounding thud, his hold unyielding and brutal.

In the meantime, Jacari and Jey were engaged in a fierce brawl with his friends in the back, forcefully slamming them onto the glass table and causing chaos throughout the house, while Jimmy took on Darrius.

“So you wanna put a bullet to my head huh?” With a deep, rumbling growl, Jimmy's voice resonated as he delivered a powerful right hook to Darrius's face.

Darrius scoffed at him, “I guess you seen what I text yo’ bitch and yeah I do wanna put a bullet to yo’ fucking head.” He believed this was just a game, but it was far from it; Jimmy was determined to take this fool's life and claim his first kill. Darrius had no idea how unhinged Jimmy truly was, and he was about to find out.

With a swift shove, he sent Jimmy sprawling away, landing a hard blow to his stomach followed by a punch to the face that sent Jimmy reeling. He seemed to be gaining the advantage, but it was short-lived. As Darrius lunged for another strike, Jimmy seized his arm, twisting it painfully while simultaneously grabbing his head and forcefully slamming him onto the glass table, shattering it into a cascade of sharp shards that littered the floor.

“Fuck! I got glass in my fucking eye you bitch!” Darrius hollered.

Jimmy was unfazed by the sight of blood streaming from Darrius's face; he seized him once more and forcefully smashed his head against the wall. Darrius crumpled to the floor, and without a moment's pause, Jimmy mounted him and unleashed a flurry of punches directly to his face.

The initial blow and the follow-up strike landed with force as Darrius attempted to shield his face, but the glass embedded in his left eye hindered him significantly, causing him great distress.

Jimmy unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, his fists crashing into the man with the ferocity of a tempest, each strike more savage than the one before. Blood splattered onto the pavement.

Just as Darrius spotted a small knife beside him, he lunged at Jimmy, plunging it into the side of his neck. Jimmy let out a sharp hiss from the pain, but it barely fazed him as Darrius shoved him away and reached for the Glock tucked into his shorts.

With determination, Jimmy rose to his feet, carefully extracting the knife from his left side. He tossed it aside and sprinted towards Darrius, who had a gun aimed directly at him.

This caused him to halt abruptly, drawing his Glock and aiming it squarely at Darrius as they engaged in a tense stare down.

“You think yo’ bitch ass is tough huh?” Darrius remarked.

“When it comes to Gigi, ion play that shit.” Jimmy said.

“I cannot wait to put a bullet in your head and then send a picture to yo’ girl saying my fault.” Jimmy was irritated by his arrogant demeanor, prompting him to pull the trigger of his Glock, which he aimed at him with a smirk on his face. “You wanna keep that up?”

“What? Me talking shit? Absolutely because you is a bitch nigga.” Jimmy gave a nod, switching his gun to safety before tucking it back into his shorts, all the while cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck.

Darrius sensed the inevitable outcome; he was poised to pull the trigger, ready to end a life with a single shot. Just as he was about to fire, Jimmy lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. In that split second, a bullet found its mark, piercing through one of his friends, splattering blood against the wall behind them.

Jimmy unleashed a brutal assault, ignoring the crimson stains on the wooden floor as he slammed Darrius' head against it. When Darrius finally rose, Jimmy delivered a vicious kick to his stomach, forcing blood to erupt from his mouth and splatter onto the ground.

He seized the hem of his shirt, which was barely holding on, and yanked him up like a lifeless doll, slamming him down onto the wooden table that shattered into splinters upon impact.

“Talk all that shit now pretty boy.” With a fierce hiss, Jimmy lunged onto Darrius, delivering a bone-crunching punch that echoed through the air.

He delivered a sharp kick to his ribs and followed it up with a forceful stomp on his spine, pinning him to the ground. “Fuck you bitch!”

“Still runnin’ that fucking mouth huh? Don’t worry, I'll fix that.” A wicked grin spread across Jimmy's face as he seized Darrius by the throat, mercilessly smashing his head against the wall again and again until blood flowed freely.

After that, he would throw him into the souvenir cabinet, splintering it into pieces and sending Darrius tumbling to the ground. Jimmy, breathing heavily, observed as his chest rose and fell, absorbing the disorder of the living room while casting a glance towards the kitchen.

He averted his gaze from the sight of Darrius's fallen friend sprawled on the ground, shifting his focus to Jacari and Jey, who had just taken the life of another companion—only Darrius remained, trembling and gasping for breath.

Jimmy drew his Glock from his waistband, aiming it directly at Darrius.

“Ready to die bitch?”

Darrius remained silent, only spitting in Jimmy's face as his thumb rested on the trigger, and then the gun fired with a piercing finality. The echo of the shot hung in the air as Darrius collapsed, motionless on the wooden floor. Jimmy methodically cleaned the blood from his hands, his eyes lingering on the lifeless body for a brief moment before he averted his gaze.

As Jimmy passed by Jacari and Jey, Darrius' blood pooled on the wooden floor, a grim reminder of the bloody massacre that had unfolded in this apartment complex.

“Let’s clean all this shit up before folks start to suspect something happened.” Jimmy said.

—

Atlanta, Georgia Porter’s residence - 4:30PM

Genesis was outside, planting vibrant flowers alongside her mother, cherishing their time together. Meanwhile, Jimmy was out with his older brother, and a wave of worry washed over her as she hoped nothing unfortunate had befallen him during his absence.

While she was busy planting flowers in the garden, her mother's voice broke through, asking her something about Jimmy, prompting her to shift her focus towards her mother.

“Gigi dear.” Mrs Porter called for her.

“Hm?” Genesis responded.

“Where did you and Jonathan meet?” The most common inquiry parents make when their child has a partner by their side.

With a warm smile directed at her mother, she continued, "When I first joined the company, my best friend Cody introduced me to the twins. They were incredibly sweet and kind, particularly Jimmy, who took the time to show me around and introduce me to others."

“So you both work at the same company and travel together?” Genesis gave a nod before starting to excavate another hole for the remaining flowers.

From the moment her mother married Quincy, she sensed he was not the right match for her. He would put on a facade in front of everyone, including her and her husband, but once Genesis was out of earshot, the arguments would begin, revealing the truth behind his charming exterior.

Quincy was a no-show at family gatherings, cookouts, and holidays, leaving Genesis to wear a forced smile and concoct excuses for his absence.

She discovered that her daughter was expecting his child, and it shattered her heart to realize that he didn't genuinely appreciate her daughter. Determined for Genesis to break free from him, she felt even more anguish after Genesis's heartbreaking miscarriage of her first child. She would visit her daughter, offering comfort and urging her to leave him without delay.

Those memories left a profound impact, etching deep scars on her mother's heart.

This was the first moment in ages that she witnessed her daughter radiate happiness with someone who truly cherishes and loves her for who she is.

And that made her happy.

“Do ya’ll talk about having kids or getting married? Would you wanna do that again dear?”

“Yeah, it would come up every once in a while whenever we have deep conversations late at night whenever we can’t sleep.”

“How many kids do he want?” 

She whined, “mamaaaa.” 

Her mother threw her hands up in defense before speaking, “what? I’m just asking the right questions my dearest that’s all.”

“I know, but you know how sensitive that topic is for me.”

Discussing the topic of having children was particularly delicate for Genesis, as she had gone through a miscarriage while navigating her relationship with Quincy, making her reluctant to address it.

“I’m sorry my dearest.” Mrs Porter apologized.

“It’s fine mother.” With a subtle smile gracing her lips, Genesis gently placed the seeds into the hole she had just excavated moments before.

She carefully covered the hole with soil, gently patting it down with her hands before giving it a drink of water—afterward, she cleaned her hands.

Assuming Jimmy was still at the gym since she hadn't heard from him, she removed her gloves and reached for her phone to check in on him. After sending a quick message to ensure he was alright, she slipped her gloves back on and resumed picking strawberries from the vine.

She tossed them into a pristine bowl that her mother had gifted her, intending to wash them once she finished gathering.

Her mother begins to say. “I’m proud of you dearest.”

“Thank you mama.” She responds softly.

“Jonathan has you glowing it’s been a while since I’ve seen that glow Gigi.” 

Genesis couldn't help but smile, aware that her coworkers and closest friends had been remarking on her radiant glow lately, all thanks to Jimmy.

He spoils her Pampers her with his love Dick her down good  And say all of the right things  He loved her And he would kill for her and clean up his mess afterwards.

‘Was it bad to say that she liked him being dangerous? To defend her honor?’

She was addicted to him She was attached to him too

“Everyone has been saying that mama.”

“Well as your mother I am telling you that as well, Jonathan is a good man—a great man at that, you know the ones your stepfather told you about that you will find?”

“Mhm I remember, I didn’t forget papas saying on how a man should be treating me.” They both chuckled with each other.

“Does his people like you?” Mrs Porter asked.

“Yes, his family are so loving and welcomed me with open arms when they first met me.” Genesis said.

“That’s good to hear I’m glad you have a second family that loves you like we do unlike Quincy family who was trippin, oh girl.” 

Genesis sighed in exasperation, recalling how his family had judged her harshly, labeling her a gold digger despite her successful career. In reality, he was the one siphoning off her hard-earned money while pretending to be supportive.

On top of that, he was betraying her trust in secret, while his family was fully aware yet chose to remain silent, leaving her to wallow in her own misguided beliefs.

“Don’t remind me mama, his family was so ridiculous I’m so glad I divorced his ass.”

“Me too my dearest, me too.”

—

Darrius Apartment Complex - 12:00AM

In the meantime, the crew was wrapping up their work at the apartment complex, having successfully disposed of the bodies in a river several miles away. They meticulously cleared away all the shattered remnants scattered across the floor and scrubbed away every trace of blood.

Wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, they discarded the remaining items from the blood-stained house.

As Jimmy pulled his phone from his pocket, he felt it buzz in his hand. Glancing at the screen, he noticed a message from Genesis, and he realized she must be anxious about his absence throughout the day.

Gigi🤍: Hey Bo I was seeing if you okay haven’t heard from you all day hope you’re okay love you ❤️

His heart swelled with warmth at the thought of her caring for him. As he surveyed the tidy house, a result of his long day of cleaning, he glanced at the clock and realized he would be home later than expected. He noticed Jey and Jacari diligently taking out the trash and organizing their bags.

Thank goodness he had showered and tossed his bloodstained clothes into the trash to incinerate them, preventing any foul odors from lingering in his gym bag. As everyone discarded their gloves and masks, Jey ignited the scene by clicking the lighter and dousing the trash cans with gasoline before setting it all ablaze.

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting to be doing this all night.” Jey said.

“Yeah me neither but we had to clean up the evidence so we wouldn’t get caught up in some shit with the police.” Jimmy responded as Jey nodded his head.

Jimmy let out a big yawn, cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck as he reached for his duffle bag, mirroring the actions of everyone around him.

“Did Gigi text you? She’s probably worried about you” Jacari asked.

Jimmy nodded his head, “yeah she did, I just texted her telling her I’m on the way home she’s probably gonna be pissed.”

His twin brother chuckled at him while shaking his head, “hell yeah she is look at you, you busted up again and then you got a stab wound on your left rib of course she’s gonna be pissed uce.”

With a cheeky grin, Jimmy flashed his brother the middle finger, prompting Jacari to laugh at their silliness as he playfully jangled his keys on his fingers, signaling for them to move along as they all trailed out the door.

Jacari held a blunt, requesting Jey to spark it up for him. Jey obliged, and after taking a few puffs, Jacari handed it over to Jey and Jimmy.

After a grueling day of cleaning and disposing of bodies, they craved this moment. Jimmy exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air, letting the weed wash over him, prompting a deep sigh before he handed it back to Jacari in their shared rotation.

“This some good shit Cari.” 

“Yeah, my weed man has the best weed on the block. I should give you his phone number. Hit him up sometime he can do deliveries too while you're on the road.” 

“That would be great for sure.” 

“A’ight I’ll let him know, he needs new clients anyways.” They kept sharing the joint, exhaling clouds of smoke into the night as they gazed at the stars twinkling in harmony, savoring the gentle breeze before departing from the apartment complex.

Jacari returned Jimmy to his family's home before heading to the hotel where Jey was staying. As Jimmy unlocked the door with the spare key that Genesis's mother had given him earlier that day, he noticed the kitchen light was still on.

He carefully wiped his shoes on the mat before stepping into the house. It was then that he noticed her father dozing on the couch as he gently closed the door, making his way upstairs to the bedroom where he and Genesis were currently staying.

As he reached the door, he pressed his ear against it, expecting silence and thinking she was asleep. However, when he opened the door, he found her immersed in music, her headphones snugly in place.

Completely absorbed in her phone, she failed to notice him as she tapped her feet to the loud music blaring through her headphones. He strolled by, casually tossing his duffle bag beside the dresser while shedding his shirt and shoes.

Genesis's gaze fell upon the stab wound on his left rib, prompting her to set her headphones aside and focus on him. She was aware he had been in trouble, but she chose not to press him about it as she rose from the bed and moved towards her purse to gather what she needed.

He observed her every action, from rising from the bed to rummaging through her purse. He presumed she was angry with him for getting into trouble, as usual, but this time the atmosphere felt distinctly different from previous instances of his missteps.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, gently guiding him to sit down. As she cradled his chin with her delicate fingers, she noticed his split lip once more, but her main worry was the stab wound on his left rib.

Genesis picked up a needle and thread, along with peroxide, cotton balls, and a bandage wrap. She soaked a cotton ball in peroxide and started to clean his wound, making him wince at the sting of the stubble as he looked down at her.

Jimmy gazed at her profile, his lips moist with anticipation, as he observed her meticulously wiping away the dried blood from his wound.

After tending to his injury, she deftly threaded the needle, carefully inserting it into the small opening and tying a knot as she skillfully stitched Jimmy back together.

Her attention was entirely on ensuring his well-being, completely oblivious to the way he gazed at her with those alluring eyes, igniting a fire within her that left her damp and yearning.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Genesis said.

“Like what? I’m just looking at you baby.” Jimmy gently cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his in the midst of their conversation.

He gently brushed his thumb across her cheek and then her lips, allowing her to carry on with her task, a sly grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the mischievous impact he had on her.

After carefully stitching him up, she secured the bandage around his waist before rising from her knees. She then moved towards her purse, methodically placing everything back inside and zipping it closed.

Genesis turned to find Jimmy before her, his height casting a shadow as she gazed up at him, while he looked down with a curious expression.

He took in her entire ensemble, his lips moistening in the soft glow of the bedroom light—his hands gripped her hips, gently kneading as she encircled his neck with her arms, gazing intently into his deep chocolate brown eyes.

“You mad at me baby?” His voice was deep and raspy.

She shook her head before speaking, “No, I’m not mad at you Bo. I just wanted you home.”

What truly mattered to her was his presence at home. She was indifferent to his activities, as long as he returned to her. With a firm grip around her throat, Jimmy pressed his lips against hers, and they lost themselves in a fervent kiss.

Their teeth collided while their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, filled with moans and groans, as Genesis playfully tugged at the chain hanging around his neck.

And his hands were cupping both of her ass cheeks He pressed his rigid arousal against her thigh, making her acutely aware of the effect she had on him.

“Look at what you’ve done to me mama, you feel that shit? This is all you baby.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

Her hand slid down, grasping him with a gentle caress that made him flinch at her unexpected touch. They paused for a moment, then dove back into the kiss, their warm saliva mingling as Jimmy started to step backward toward the bed.

He gently pulled at her shirt, assisting her in removing it over her head, along with her booty shorts, leaving her clad only in her panties as the back of his leg brushed against the edge of the bed.

With a tender tug, he helped her lift her shirt over her head, followed by her snug booty shorts, leaving her in just her panties as the back of his leg grazed the bed's edge.

He gently shifted her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds as she tangled her fingers in his curls. When he slipped two fingers inside her, a gasp escaped her lips, mingling with their kiss.

She tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering as his fingers plunged in and out, skillfully teasing her g-spot again and again. When he finally withdrew, a soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of longing for the sensation he had just taken away.

He withdrew from the kiss, his eyes locked on hers as he savored her sweetness lingering on his fingers.

“C’mere.” He grasped her ankles, drawing her legs close to her hips as he teased his arousal against her glistening softness, his gaze locked onto hers. Genesis shivered as he pressed his enticing tip against her, causing her to flinch in response.

She inhaled sharply, gripping him tightly as he entered her halfway, then began to deliver his slow, deep thrusts.

Midway through, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably as he showered her with soft kisses across her body, trying to distract her from the intense sensations coursing through her.

“actin’ like you ain’t take this dick before baby, open them legs more fo’ me princess.” Jimmy grunted.

She complied by spreading her legs wider, allowing him to explore various angles while being inside her. Jimmy playfully swirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking gently before pulling away with a satisfying 'pop' sound from his lips.

He seized her tightly by the throat, thrusting his hips forward as he locked his gaze onto her. "There you go mama, give it to me baby," He cooed.

“O-ohh, fuck. Jimmy.” She fumbled over her words, her eyes tightly shut.

He increased his pace slightly, allowing him to make love to her gently, even if it felt nonsensical. Her breaths turned uneven in response.

“Look at me baby, lemme see yo’ pretty eyes baby.” Genesis followed his instructions, her eyes wide open as she looked up at him, captivated by his actions.

She whispered his name gently, her lips curling inward as her hands explored every inch of his body. A deep desire surged within her, urging him to taste her and bring her to the brink of ecstasy, longing to release herself completely over him.

With one hand still tightly clutching her throat, he seized one of her legs and thrust forcefully, driving himself deeper into her slick core.

“Fuckkk, J-Jimmy.” She whined while seeing a smirk appear on his lips.

“What baby? What?” He taunted her as she tried pushing him on his stomach.

She attempted to shove him back by his abdomen, but the intensity was overwhelming as he began to thrust deep within her soft depths.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this dick.” His voice rumbled with a deep growl as he thrust into her, leaning in for a passionate, messy kiss.

His tongue danced within her mouth while her nails clawed at his back, and the only sounds that filled the air were the soft moans and the rhythmic slaps of their bodies colliding amidst their passionate kisses.

As the air grew heavy with the scent of desire and a refreshing breeze wafted from the air conditioning, he found the pain bearable, having endured far worse that night with whatever he had experienced.

“This my fucking pussy baby?” Jimmy grumbled under his breath, receiving a soft hum from her in response, but it wasn't the reply he sought, prompting him to give her a playful slap on the thigh.

He wanted Genesis to say it, he wanted it to come out from her lips saying that it was his.

“Y-yes Bo, it’s yours.” Genesis muttered softly.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you baby?” Jimmy thrust deeper into her, captivated by the sight of her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

She felt herself unraveling under his touch, as if his caresses were driving her to the brink of madness. “It’s yours Bo, it’s all yours.” It seemed as though he was deeply embedded within her, causing her thoughts to blur and fade away.

“Come ride this shit.” At that moment, he withdrew, leaving her perched on his lap. Genesis lifted herself and positioned him at her entrance again, then slowly descended onto him. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

He gazed at her, his lower lip tucked in, as Genesis rhythmically moved up and down on him, gripping his shoulders for balance. His hands firmly held her hips in place.

“Shit, Gigi.” Jimmy lets out a low groan, captivated as she gradually takes him in, savoring every moment. “Keep bouncing on this shit, make daddy nut.”

His praises will consume her; hearing him speak to her in that manner, whispering his name as he fills her completely, is an intoxicating obsession.

He was her addiction.

Genesis was becoming accustomed to his stature, and his name rolled off her tongue with such ease that she found herself lost in the moment. Jimmy's hands roamed her body; being with her felt intoxicating, as if he would lose his mind without her presence.

She sensed his hands firmly clutching her backside, delivering a playful slap while he let out a satisfied groan.

“Taking me so well baby.” He whispers, his voice gravelly and profound, nearly lulling her into a trance. "I run this shit mama? Tell me who runs this shit."

She kept rhythmically bouncing on him, her hips swirling in a slow, deliberate motion as if inscribing her name on him. He let out a low curse, his head falling back against the headboard in surrender. Leaning closer, she whispered into his ear, "Mhm..." she continued on “you run this shit daddy only you.”

With his hands firmly clutching her hips, he expertly led her through a rhythm that ignited her deepest desires, while a primal growl emanated from his chest, charged with intensity. Each movement of her hips only intensified his longing for her.

The atmosphere around them had become dense with nothing but heat and desire, as each kiss and moan they shared flowed directly from their lips.

He grunts, “c’mon mamas.” breaking the kiss to signify that she belongs to him and him alone. “Continue to bounce on this dick for me baby, such a good girl for me.”

As he marked her skin like a vampire, she let out a hiss of pain. Genesis felt a tightening in her abdomen, and he picked up on it, teasing her clit with his thumb as she swayed her hips.

“Make a mess on me princess.” he whispers softly, urging. "Wet my dick my up Gigi.”

His support and the way he skillfully worked his thumb on her clit felt almost magical, as if she were living in a fairy tale, leaving her utterly unable to maintain her composure.

“Fuck Bo! It’s coming ohhh fuck it’s coming!”

The head of his member was consistently and effortlessly stimulating her g-spot, making her body tremble and her nails dig into his shoulders, prompting her to cry out in ecstasy—shouting his name.

Her moist, soft interior enveloped him tightly as he let out a groan, "Yes mama, my little princess," pounding up into her. "Look at you making a mess all over this dick.”

Her body trembled from the powerful climax she had just experienced, leaving her feeling incredibly sensitive. His grip on her hips grew firmer as he thrust into her recklessly, desperately seeking his release, which caused her to sob uncontrollably.

"Un-Un, don't do that shit, take it," He snarls with clenched teeth, gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts into her sensitive core, savoring the sound of her muffled cries. "Imma paint all over yo' pretty ass face, you think you deserve daddy's nut baby?"

“Y-yes daddy, give me all your kids daddy.” She whimpered softly, nestling her head against his neck while she pressed against him, every nerve in her body tingling with overwhelming sensations. "I want it daddy, I want it."

As he withdrew from her, he drew her face nearer to him, releasing a deep, primal groan while he began to pleasure himself, letting his warm, thick essence spill onto her face, her tongue eagerly tasting the mix of sweetness and bitterness of his release.

He mutters, "Fuck," as he watches the last of his nut trickle out of his tip, his tattered chest heaving up and down.

With a warm smile, she watched him rise from the bed, stretching his limbs before he sauntered off to grab a cloth to gently wipe her face.

Genesis felt a strange numbness in her legs as she heard his footsteps drawing near. He approached with a warm cloth in hand, gently wiping her face clean.

“You okay Gigi?” He asked.

Genesis stifled a yawn, her eyes still heavy as she began to reply. “nigga you tired me out tonight and now I’m more sore than ever.” She said as he chuckled at her.

“Well I guess the cookie jar was open after you told me earlier that it was closed baby.” He snatched the rag from her grasp and tossed it into the pile of dirty laundry beside the dresser.

He nestled between her legs, resting his head on her stomach as they both found comfort in the bed together. Her fingers gently massaged his curls, prompting a deep sigh from him, a reminder of how much he had longed for this moment.

As his lips pressed against her stomach, a wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to shudder with delight, all while she tenderly massaged his scalp.

“You gonna lemme’ kiss on your tummy when you have my baby?” Jimmy asked, gazing up at her.

She glanced down at him with a smile on her face as she nodded her head, “ of course that way our baby could feel your love as much as I do.” Genesis said.

—

As Jimmy lay peacefully snoring on her stomach, she admired his handsome features, gently running her fingers through his curls. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, drawing her attention. She carefully reached for it, trying not to disturb the serene slumber of Jimmy resting on her.

Noticing it was Carmelo reaching out, she arched an eyebrow at the late-night messages flooding her Instagram, wondering what could possibly prompt him to text her at such an hour.

carmelohayes: Hey mamas you up?

She didn’t want to reply to him but her curiosity got the best of her so decided to text him back.

gigispovv: wtf you want boy?

carmelohayes: damn that’s how you text a nigga girl? Must be with yo’ nigga huh?

She rolled her eyes knowing where this was finna go within seconds.

gigispovv: yes I am actually if you keep texting me I won’t hesitate to show him these messages on IG so whatchu want?

carmelohayes: girl I’m tryna get know you

gigispovv: well I’m not so leave me tf alone Melo 

carmelohayes: Jimmy’s dick can’t be that good Genesis 

gigispovv: it is so pipe it down like deadass

carmelohayes: i can pipe down something alright 

That’s when her eyes went wide open as Carmelo sent her a picture of his nine inch cock she wanted to throw up so bad looking at it.

carmelohayes: you like? I know it’s much more bigger than his

gigispovv: are you fucking insane? The fuck is wrong with you sending me this shit?

carmelohayes: cmon mama yk you like this shit

gigispovv: i fucking don’t actually, I like my niggas better 

She sensed Jimmy stirring in his slumber, his head transitioning from her belly to her neck, burying his face against her skin while enveloping her in his powerful embrace—his snores resonating loudly.

carmelohayes: he don’t know what to do with all of that baby girl 

gigispovv: actually he does see you pissing me off entirely Melo when he beats your ass bc your stupid ass don’t listen you gon’ stop messing with me

carmelohayes: he not gonna do shi to me baby girl stop playing with me and show me sum

gigispovv: [ sent attachment of a meme] nigga fuck you the only person who gets these things are my nigga so stop texting me

carmelohayes: you think you funny huh?

gigispovv: indeed so leave me tf alone bitch 

carmelohayes: aight i gotchu when i see you at work 

gigispovv: not if my nigga around me your ass is gonna be grass or 6ft underground im tryna warn you that my nigga is crazy so keep it tf cute 🤙🏽

To safeguard against any potential deletion, Genesis took the initiative to capture screenshots of the messages, ensuring she documented every detail from start to finish.

In the morning, she was absolutely determined to reveal everything to Jimmy, fully aware that he would be furious. However, she understood that it was crucial to inform him, as keeping it a secret would only make matters worse.

She set her phone aside and wrapped her arms around Jimmy's warm back, feeling him shiver at her icy touch, prompting him to mumble something softly.

“Baby, your hands is cold mama.” He mumbles softly.

“Oh, sorry Bo.” She gently murmurs, planting a tender kiss on his forehead while cocooning them in the warm blankets.

She embraces him once more, pulling his warm body close as they drift off to sleep, their heartbeats synchronizing and their breathing patterns harmonizing perfectly.

Embracing their scents.

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a/n: one body two more to go, melo better proceed with caution like seriously bc Jimmy is coming for him.

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STAY UCEY.

chapter fifteen

previous chapter

[cbeargyu]

ok so, this is based off a game called married in red but i want beomgyu to be the mainlead/bestfriend 😛😛 So basically you got invited to your old uni bestfriend (bgyu) by his fiancee w/o him knowing, and basically beomgyu is shock to find you at his wedding and gets nervous. A little back story for why beomgyu is shocked to see us again, basically beomgyu your one snd only bestfriend betrays you during a surgeon practice and tells the authorities that your the one that killed the patient and not him (girl...) so you then get sent to jail for a few years. OK, PRESENT TIME... You then planned to get revenge on him by killing his fiancee and frame it on beomgyu, telling everyone that he killed them because he heard a rumor that they cheated on him. anyways, that's it. I'm not really sure if you would actually reply to this, but at least i tried

MARRIED IN RED

summary: you return to the life you lost—uninvited to beomgyu’s wedding, dressed in blood-red and driven by revenge. what begins as a seductive game of manipulation ends in murder, deceit, and the destruction of everything he built. you’re not just here to haunt him. you’re here to end him.

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: dark romance, psychological thriller, smut, angst, revenge, murder mystery.

warnings: smut, graphic murder, knife play, manipulation, blood, gaslighting, medical malpractice, false accusations, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, psychological trauma, emotional abuse, toxic dynamics, gore, suggestive content, unhinged reader, death, infidelity, mention of sexual assault (attempted), violence, mental breakdown, imprisonment, explicit language.

wc: 12K

notes: hi anon!! ok so tbh i’m not super into video games normally BUT the one you mentioned??? omg the premise got me sooo hooked 😭 i ended up watching a bunch of lore vids + different endings and literally got obsessed lol. i used a lot of the gameplay as inspo to build the story and added my own lil touches to make it ✨spicier✨. i really hope you enjoy it and that it came out close to what you were picturing!! i had so much fun writing it — definitely stepped out of my comfort zone a bit (even tho i've done yandere/violence themes before, i never went this deep 👀) so thank u sm for the request ily 💌

FLASHBACK: THE BETRAYAL

the room smelled like metal and nerves. antiseptic clung to your skin, the sterile kind that never quite washes off, no matter how hard you scrub. overhead, the surgical lights buzzed faintly, casting halos on everyone’s heads, ironic little crowns of fluorescent glory. you stood there, gloves tight against your hands, mask hiding the shape of your mouth but not the panic rising in your throat. this was supposed to be routine. a practice session. supervised. safe.

but then something went wrong.

you saw it first — the drop in heart rate, the tremble in the patient’s pulse. the resident nurse called out numbers you didn’t want to hear, and beomgyu froze. you remember his hands. how steady they used to be in class, always precise, always admired. but not now. now, they shook. not violently, not enough to notice unless you knew him like you did — like someone who once memorized the cadence of his breathing, the rhythm of his thoughts. you saw it in the twitch of his fingers, in the split-second delay when the arterial clamp slipped. the bleeding started then. red spilled into white, too much, too fast. you moved, instinct taking over, reaching for the sutures, trying to stop the flood before it became irreversible. beomgyu didn’t move.

and then he did.

but it was too late. the alarms screamed. the attending ran in. hands pushed yours aside. someone shouted. another called for help. and beomgyu… beomgyu took a step back. just one. just enough.

you didn’t sleep that night. didn’t eat. didn’t breathe without hearing those monitors flatline inside your skull. you thought maybe it would be labeled a mistake, a tragedy, an accident born from youth and pressure. you were wrong.

two days later, they came for you.

you were mid-shift, mopping sweat off your temple, when the white coats and sharp eyes cornered you in the hallway. they didn’t say much. they didn’t have to. someone had already spoken. someone had already placed blame. your name had been written in ink, cold and black, on a report you never saw. beomgyu’s name was nowhere.

when you were questioned, they said beomgyu had expressed “concern” over your technique. they said he “regretted” not speaking up earlier. they said you panicked in the OR. that you tried to take over. that your recklessness had cost a life. they said so many things, all carefully worded, all sharpened with just enough truth to make the lie believable.

you remember sitting in that empty room, steel table in front of you, hands trembling. not from guilt. from rage. from betrayal. from the image of his face on the other side of the glass, watching. silent. expressionless. not even sorry.

he didn’t visit you. not once. not during the trial, not after the verdict, not when they took your license, your dreams, your freedom. he vanished. became a name you couldn’t say without tasting ash.

years passed.

but you remembered.

you remembered how he looked at you right before the doors closed behind you — not with shame, not with pity, but with relief. you remembered that silence like a scalpel against your spine. clean. deep. final.

and you decided.

if he could tear your life apart to save his own, you could do the same. only worse. only slower.

and this time, you’d smile while doing it.

ACT ONE: THE INVITATION

you were in the middle of folding laundry when you found the envelope. cream-colored, thick, the kind of paper that crackles when bent, expensive just to touch. no return address. no hint. but you recognized the handwriting immediately — soft, rounded, a little too careful to be truly effortless. feminine. polite. unfamiliar.

you slid a finger under the seal and pulled the card out. gold lettering, embossed. a wedding. no — his wedding. the name hit your stomach first. choi beomgyu. and beside it, a name you didn’t recognize. yoon hana.

you stared at it for a long time, longer than you'd ever admit. your fingers clenched around the edge, and for a moment you imagined tearing it in half. but you didn’t. not yet.

the call came the next day.

“hi, is this…?” her voice was as pretty as her name sounded. delicate. sweet. almost translucent. “i hope this isn’t too forward, but i’m hana — beomgyu’s fiancée.”

you said nothing for a moment. your breath stilled.

“i found some photos of you two in his old albums,” she continued quickly, nervous, like she thought you might hang up. “college days. i had no idea you were so close. he… he never mentioned you.”

of course he didn’t.

“i wanted to surprise him. you were his best friend, right? i think it would mean so much to him if you came to the wedding. it’s not the same without people who really know you.”

you let out a breath — not a laugh, not quite — more like a quiet exhale of something heavy, bitter, ancient.

“he’ll be very surprised,” you said, voice steady, lips curling into a smile she couldn’t see.

“that’s what i’m hoping,” hana said, laughing softly, innocently, like a girl who had no idea she was dangling over a pit. “please say you’ll come.”

and you did.

not because of her kindness. not because of the sweetness in her voice, or the elegance in her words. but because you could already feel the pulse of something deep and dark moving beneath your skin. it had waited years for this — coiled and patient, like a snake in the grass. beomgyu had buried you once.

this time, you’d return the favor.

you spent the next few days preparing. not obsessively — not in the way you used to when exams loomed and futures were built on how steady your hands could be. this was different. calm. surgical. everything folded into neat little thoughts. what you’d wear. what you’d say. the tilt of your head when he saw you. the exact moment his perfect little world would begin to shake.

you imagined the way his eyes would widen, the hitch in his throat, the cold wash of memory creeping up his spine. he wouldn’t scream. no, he’d smile. he’d pretend. because beomgyu always wore his mask better than anyone — the gentle prodigy, the golden boy, the fallen angel with soft hands and a halo of innocence. no one ever saw what he really was underneath. but you did.

you always did.

you touched the edge of the wedding card again, ran your thumb across the gold print. not out of sentiment, but calculation. it was almost poetic. the beginning of the end would be wrapped in white and flowers and promises neither of them deserved.

he thought he could bury you in silence. in time. in absence.

but the past always shows up — dressed in red, smiling sweetly.

ACT TWO: THE REUNION

you arrive early, but no one notices.

it’s the kind of venue that whispers wealth from every corner — marble floors that gleam like water, tall windows draped in soft linen, crystal chandeliers heavy with light. a string quartet plays something romantic and forgettable in the background. waiters float by with champagne flutes, their hands practiced and empty-eyed. everything is too clean. too white. a blank canvas begging to be stained.

you stand near the edge of it all, watching. not hiding — just waiting.

then you see her.

hana.

she moves through the crowd with soft hands and a practiced smile, like she’s been trained her whole life to be looked at. beautiful, delicate, a doll dressed in ivory and pearls. but her eyes are kind. too kind. she spots you almost instantly and lights up.

“you came!” she says, breathless, rushing forward to embrace you like you’re old friends. you let her. her perfume is light and floral, almost childish. she pulls back to look at you, smiling. “he’s going to be so surprised. i didn’t tell him. i wanted to see his face.”

you nod once, lips curling upward. “i can’t wait.”

she doesn’t hear it — the venom under the silk. she sees only what he once saw: a calm surface. nothing underneath.

they call everyone to attention soon after. the ceremony is about to begin. you take your place among the crowd, quiet, unmoving. your hands rest in your lap, still, like in the operating room — composed. patient. ready to cut.

the music swells.

then he walks in.

beomgyu.

the groom.

your breath doesn’t catch — it sharpens. like a blade meeting stone. his suit is ivory, his tie pale gold. his hair is soft, curled just enough to look effortless. he smiles as he walks, bowing slightly to a few guests, charming and angelic, the boy wonder all grown up.

then his eyes find you.

he stops.

just one second. a stutter in time. a heartbeat dropped.

he blinks, once. then again.

the world keeps moving, but he doesn’t. his face doesn’t change, not fully, but you see the fracture — the faintest flicker behind his eyes. recognition. fear. memory clawing its way up his throat.

you tilt your head slightly. not a wave. not a nod. just enough.

he walks again, faster now, as if motion can erase you.

but you know better. you always did.

the ceremony proceeds like a play. vows exchanged, rings slipped onto fingers. hana glows beside him, her smile radiant and pure. and beomgyu… beomgyu plays his role with perfect grace. every look, every touch, every whispered promise is choreographed. from a distance, they’re flawless.

but you know the truth.

he doesn’t love her.

you learned that before the wedding, in whispers and reports, in quiet murmurs from mutual acquaintances. yoon hana, daughter of dr. yoon — the man who owns half the hospitals in seoul. a legacy family. power, influence, prestige. marrying her isn’t romance. it’s strategy.

he wants her name. her wealth. her father’s empire.

and once he has it, once he’s tied deep enough into that network of hospitals and private clinics, she won’t matter. she’ll become another discarded tool. maybe she already is.

you wonder if she knows. you wonder if she suspects. or if she’s just like you once were — enchanted by his gentle voice, his soft laughter, his hands that never shake until they do.

they walk back down the aisle, hand in hand, applause washing over them. but his eyes flick toward you again. not long. not obvious. just enough to remind you — he knows.

you slip away during the reception. not far. just to the back hallway where the staff come and go. it’s quiet there. cooler. your heels echo softly on tile.

you don’t wait long before you hear footsteps behind you.

“what are you doing here?”

his voice is low. careful. not angry. not yet.

you turn around slowly.

he’s already dropped the act.

the mask is still on, but you can see the cracks in the porcelain — the too-still eyes, the slight tension in his jaw, the twitch of a muscle near his brow. beomgyu stands in front of you like a man facing a ghost he thought he'd buried deep.

“your wife invited me,” you say simply. “she thought it would make you happy.”

he laughs. just once. bitter. sharp. “you shouldn’t be here.”

“why?” you ask, stepping closer. “because it ruins the fairytale?”

his silence is answer enough.

you study him — the expensive watch on his wrist, the perfect posture, the way his wedding band already looks foreign on his hand. he’s beautiful. always was. but it’s a cursed kind of beauty now, the kind that hides poison beneath petals.

“congratulations,” you say, letting your voice drip just enough to make him flinch. “must be nice, marrying into a dynasty. hospitals. connections. endless funding.”

“you don’t know anything,” he snaps, too fast.

you smile. “i know everything.”

he steps forward, suddenly closer than you expected. “what do you want?”

the question isn’t a plea. it’s a warning.

you reach up and adjust the lapel of his jacket, slow, intimate, mockingly gentle.

“i haven’t decided yet.”

his breath catches for just a second.

you both know what’s happening. it’s already begun. the dance. the descent. two people standing in the wreckage of a friendship, building something twisted from its remains.

because the truth is, you and beomgyu are not so different.

he ruined someone for power.

you came back to ruin him.

and hana? she’s not the love between you. she’s the blade you’re both gripping from opposite ends.

ACT THREE: THE BRIDE

you find her near the garden, tucked in the back where soft lights string between trees like artificial stars. hana is laughing with one of her bridesmaids, hands clasped around a champagne flute, veil tucked back behind her shoulders. she looks like a dream — fragile, glowing, floating in a bubble she believes is happiness. but dreams burst easily.

she sees you and waves. “there you are! i was wondering where you disappeared to.”

“just needed air,” you say smoothly, stepping beside her. “everything’s beautiful, hana.”

her smile grows. “thank you. i wanted it to feel… perfect.”

you both look around. and it is perfect. the venue is opulence carved into architecture — carved archways, marble fountains, flower arrangements taller than people. every inch glows with money. not taste. wealth.

“how did you two meet, anyway?” you ask, tone light, harmless. curious.

hana sips her drink, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks. “mutual friends. well, not really friends — one of my father’s doctors. he introduced us at a benefit.”

of course.

you nod, letting the silence stretch just enough before asking, “and… did you fall in love right away?”

she laughs. a real one. “oh no. he barely spoke at first. but once we started talking… it was easy. he listens. he’s kind.”

you hum softly. “he used to be quieter. i think the years made him louder.”

hana tilts her head. “you really knew him that well?”

“better than most,” you reply, a quiet truth soaked in something heavier.

her eyes glimmer with curiosity. “he never told me about you.”

you smile. “he wouldn’t.”

you don’t let the pause linger. you slip your arm through hers gently and steer her toward the inner hall — not the main ballroom, but a side corridor filled with portraits and silence. your voice lowers just a bit.

“this place is… extravagant,” you say, fingers brushing the polished wall. “how did you manage to book it? i heard it’s almost impossible.”

hana beams. “oh — it was a favor. one of my dad’s oldest friends owns the property. it’s usually reserved for very exclusive events — politicians, ceos, you know.”

you arch a brow, feigning awe. “must’ve taken strings to pull that off.”

“not really,” she says. “he offered it as a gift. it’s the kind of place where everyone already knows everyone. it feels safe, like�� like no one’s watching. just happy people, no noise.”

you stop walking.

“no cameras?”

she shakes her head with a small smile. “none. my dad doesn’t like them. he says they ruin intimacy.”

you let the words settle. no cameras. no recordings. no proof. no eyes. just soft walls and trust.

hana sees none of the weight behind your silence. she keeps smiling, sipping from her glass.

“besides,” she adds, “what’s there to see? it’s a wedding. everyone’s happy.”

you look at her then, really look — at the soft curve of her cheek, the gentle eyes, the way she sees this world as clean, unshaken. she thinks love built this. but it was ambition. strategy. you know the taste of it because you once wanted the same things — and maybe, deep down, you still do.

“you must trust him a lot,” you say quietly.

“i do,” she replies without hesitation. “he’s everything i ever wanted. he saved me from this cold, business world. my father wanted me to marry a man with power — i found one with heart.”

you almost choke.

but instead, you laugh, soft and low. not mocking. almost affectionate.

“then i hope you’re right,” you whisper. “and i hope he never gives you a reason to doubt that.”

hana looks up at you, touched. “you’re so sweet. i’m glad you’re here.”

you lean in, kiss her cheek, and breathe her in — that perfume, light and harmless. the kind of scent you could forget.

but you won’t.

because now you know the hallways. the exits. the blind spots. and now, hana trusts you.

and beomgyu?

he knows you’re close.

you can already feel the tension pulling tighter — like piano wire strung between three necks. someone will bleed.

you’re just deciding who goes first.

ACT FOUR: THE SERPENT IN RED

you find him just past the marble corridor, outside, where the laughter and clinking glasses can’t follow.

he’s standing by the edge of the balcony, fists clenched, jaw tight, like he’s holding the world together by sheer force of will. the night air swirls around him, but he’s too tense to feel it. beomgyu looks like a man cornered by ghosts — one in particular.

his eyes snap to you the moment he senses your presence.

and you see it.

not just surprise. not just discomfort.

fear. hatred. panic. all bleeding together in those pretty eyes.

he looks like he might be sick.

you step into the moonlight, slow and deliberate, the crimson fabric of your dress catching the light like liquid sin. the color hugs you — dark, seductive, unapologetic. and he sees it. god, he sees it.

his expression twists instantly.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” he spits.

you tilt your head, smiling sweetly. “a dress.”

his gaze sharpens, voice lowered. “that’s not a dress for a wedding.”

you glance down at yourself, brushing invisible dust from your hip, tone soft and cruel. “why not? i think it suits the occasion.”

“it’s red,” he growls. “blood red.”

you hum. “hm. so it is.”

he takes a step forward. “take it off.”

you laugh. sharp. amused. “aw, gyu. if you wanted to see me out of it, all you had to do was ask.”

he flinches at the nickname. his hands curl at his sides.

“this isn’t a fucking game,” he hisses. “you shouldn’t be here.”

“oh, but i was invited,” you remind him, voice dipped in honey. “your lovely bride said she wanted to surprise you.”

his nostrils flare. “she doesn’t know what you are.”

you lean in, just enough for him to smell your perfume — dark florals, velvet musk, danger. “no,” you whisper. “but you do.”

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes drag over you — slow, reluctant, like he hates what he sees but can’t stop seeing it. there's something sour behind his gaze, something like... regret? no. it's older than that. something between rage and fascination.

“i didn’t think you’d get out so soon,” he says eventually. “they said five years minimum. good behavior, huh?”

you tilt your head. “what can i say? prison taught me discipline.”

his jaw tightens. his fingers curl slightly around the glass.

beomgyu stiffens. his eyes dart toward the ballroom doors and back to you, like he’s counting the seconds before someone else joins, or worse, sees you both like this.

you take another step, your heels echoing softly against the marble. he doesn’t move.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, gaze locked on his. “nervous?”

his mouth twists, but his jaw— god, it clenches so hard you can almost hear it pop.

you glance down at his hands, tense and trembling slightly. “you always did get shaky when things got out of your control.”

“don’t push me,” he warns, low and shaking.

you ignore the threat. “it’s funny,” you murmur. “you wear the same expression you did in the O.R. that day. remember that? the moment everything went wrong and you had to choose— your future or mine.”

he breathes in sharply.

you smile wider. “you chose well. now you’re marrying a woman with power. hospitals. status. all the things you’ve always wanted but could never earn. and she’s just so sweet too. so trusting. so willing to give you everything.”

beomgyu doesn’t speak. his silence is louder than shouting.

“tell me, gyu…” you lean closer, lips almost brushing his ear. “do you plan to kill her like you did the patient? once you get your name on the deed?”

his breath catches, sharp and violent. and for a terrifying second, you think he might hit you.

he lunges forward — fast, teeth gritted, eyes wild with fury. his hand lifts slightly, but it stops halfway. frozen.

his face is inches from yours now.

his breath hot, furious, desperate.

your lips curve, soft and mocking. “god, i missed this,” you whisper, letting the tip of your finger trace the lapel of his suit. “your warmth. your anger. the way your body shakes when i get under your skin.”

he snarls quietly. “you’re insane.”

“maybe.” your eyes shine, unblinking. “but at least i’m not a coward.”

you let the silence stretch, the air between you charged like a live wire. you feel the storm in him, the battle behind his eyes. part of him wants to end this — grab you, break you, erase you. but another part… the part you remember… wants to taste this. wants to feel something. anything.

you lean in, your breath ghosting across his mouth, and say it, clear and cold:

“you don’t love her. you love what she has. and you want to take it all.”

his shoulders tighten. his lips part, but no sound comes out.

“that’s why you hate me,” you continue. “because i see you. the real you. and you know exactly what i came here to do.”

his hand jerks slightly — like he might finally snap — but just as fast, he freezes. a voice laughs nearby. footsteps. guests.

he blinks, breath shaky. control returns like a choke chain.

he steps back, eyes burning, chest heaving. “get out of my fucking wedding.”

you smile, slow and venomous. “make me.”

and then you turn your back to him, deliberately, daringly, walking back into the warmth of the celebration with his fury at your heels. the red of your dress flares like a warning — or a promise.

and beomgyu stays frozen behind you.

because he knows:

you’re not done.

and this game is just beginning.

the moment you turn your back to him, you know it’s not over. not by a long shot. the air between you both is thick, taut with something unsaid, something alive, crawling under your skin. you can feel his eyes on you, burning a hole in your back. his breath shallow, labored, like every inhale is a war he’s losing.

you hear his footsteps behind you — slower, cautious, but still there. he’s following you.

you smile to yourself, letting the sound of his pursuit draw you closer to the door. it’s all so predictable, all so easy. the rage, the fear, the denial — it’s exactly what you knew would happen. beomgyu doesn’t want to admit it. doesn’t want to admit how much he needs to be near you. not after everything. but his body betrays him.

just before you turned to walk away, something caught your eye — a flash of silver in beomgyu’s hand. you watched, silent, as he pulled a small key from his pocket and slipped it into the door of a room tucked away behind one of the elegant hallways. he glanced over his shoulder, cautious, before pushing it open and stepping inside. you didn’t follow immediately, but your mind registered it. a key. not just any room — a private one. the kind you’d return to later, when the world wasn’t watching.

you don’t look back. not yet.

inside, the room is empty except for the small details of a wedding — bouquets, mirrors, chairs — but it feels like the eye of the storm, calm before the inevitable. you step inside, your heel clicking against the cold floor, and you feel him follow.

his presence is heavy, but you make no move to acknowledge it. not yet.

you stand in the middle of the room, your back to him, and let the silence stretch for just long enough to make it unbearable.

and then, as if on cue, you hear the door close softly behind you.

his voice comes low and strained. “you’re pushing your luck.”

you don’t answer at first. instead, you let your hand graze over the table, the reflection of your own eyes in the mirror catching you off guard for a moment. his presence is so close now. you can feel the heat of his body like a shadow. you’ve always known how to make him lose control. and tonight, it's too easy.

finally, you turn to him, a slow, deliberate motion, your eyes catching his in the reflection. you don’t need to see his face to know what’s there. it’s all in the tension of his jaw, the way he stands — tense, but drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

“you know,” you say softly, your voice slipping into that dark, alluring tone, “there’s something about being close to you again.”

his fists clench. his voice trembles, barely contained. “shut up.”

you step closer, just enough to make him shift, but not enough to let him break that thin thread of restraint. “why? don’t you like it, gyu?” you whisper, barely audible. “don’t you miss the way we used to be?”

he takes a deep breath, his lips trembling with a fight he’s losing. “i told you… get the fuck out.”

but his body betrays him. you see it in the way his eyes flicker down to your lips. the way his breath hitches when you take that last step toward him, close enough for your chest to brush against his. his eyes lock with yours in a mix of fury and something darker.

you smile, sweet and dangerous. “you can’t walk away from me. not now. not after everything.”

he presses his lips together, his entire body tensing, as if he’s holding back something primal. then, his hand grabs your wrist — not rough, but tight, possessive. like a warning. and yet…

he doesn’t pull you away.

you let him hold you there, the tension so thick between you that it feels suffocating. and then, you tilt your head up slowly, just enough for your lips to brush his ear as you whisper:

“you hate me, don’t you?”

he doesn’t respond, but you can feel it. his pulse against your wrist, the rapid beating of his heart, the heat radiating off his skin.

“you hate that I’m still here, still alive,” you continue, your voice a soft, slow poison. “you hate that I’m in your fucking head.”

he squeezes your wrist harder, like he wants to crush the words, crush the thoughts swirling in his mind. “get away from me.”

you smirk, finally stepping away just enough to look at him directly. “but you still want me, don’t you? that’s why you’re standing here. still watching me. pretending you’re not imagining everything we could’ve done.”

his breath hitches.

you let the space between you grow — just enough for him to feel the distance. but you can see the truth in his eyes now. he’s unraveling. he’s trying to convince himself that he doesn’t want this, that he doesn’t need this, but his body gives him away.

he takes a step toward you, closing the space, and for a moment, you wonder if this is the moment he’ll finally break. but instead, he lowers his voice to a dangerous growl:

“you really think you can get away with this?”

you step forward, your body nearly touching his, and you whisper it low, with enough heat to make the words burn:

“i’m going to take everything from you. everything you care about. and you won’t stop me.”

and just as you say it, he crashes into you — not with force, but with a desperate, controlled need. his lips meet yours in a kiss that isn’t gentle. it’s angry. it’s hungry. it’s raw.

you kiss him back, letting him take the lead for a moment, tasting the rage, the longing, the betrayal. it’s not love. it’s not passion. it’s something else. something darker.

he pulls away just as quickly as he came, breath shallow. his pupils are blown, wild with something that might have been a confession.

but neither of you says a word.

you stand there, close enough to feel the heat of him, and you know this game is far from over.

he won’t walk away. not yet. not when the fire’s already lit.

his lips crush against yours again — this time harder, more brutal, like he’s trying to punish you with his mouth, trying to erase everything you’ve said, everything you’ve ever done. his hands dig into your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you feel the sharp line of his control snap between your teeth.

you moan into his mouth, a dark, breathy sound that makes his grip tighten.

he hates this. he hates that he’s kissing you. hates that he wants it so fucking bad. but his tongue parts your lips like a man starved, tasting every inch of what he’s craved in silence for years.

you drag your nails down his back, slow and deliberate, and feel him shudder.

“you’re disgusting,” he mutters against your lips, voice hoarse, trembling. “so are you,” you breathe back, licking into his mouth like sin itself. “but at least i admit it.”

his hands are on your thighs now, hiking up your dress — and you let him. you don’t stop him when he pushes you back against the vanity, knocking over flowers and makeup, wedding details crashing to the floor like a funeral bell.

his lips move down your jaw, your throat, biting a path like he’s branding you. “you shouldn’t be here,” he growls into your skin. “then stop me,” you whisper, breathless, eyes daring. “go on. push me away.”

he doesn’t.

he pushes your dress up further, bunching the fabric at your hips, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. his fingers tremble as they move to your panties, his breath hot against your neck.

“fuck,” he hisses when he finds you already wet. “you’re so—”

“say it,” you pant, threading your fingers into his hair and yanking. “say it.”

he bites your shoulder. hard. a bruise blooms there instantly.

“wet for me,” he spits. “still. after everything.”

you laugh, low and wicked. “maybe i never stopped.”

he yanks your panties aside and sinks two fingers inside you without warning, and you arch into him, crying out — not from pain, but from the sudden, obscene stretch of it. your body clenches around him like it remembers him, like it always belonged to him even when he didn’t deserve it.

his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye. “tell me you don’t want this.”

you smile with your lips parted, a mess of heat and venom. “i want everything you’ll regret.”

he curses, low and filthy, before replacing his fingers with his cock — thick, hot, angry — slamming into you in one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. your back hits the mirror, and it rattles with the force of him.

“fuck—” you gasp, holding onto the edge of the vanity for balance.

“so fucking tight,” he growls against your ear, thrusting hard, fast, punishing. “you came here for revenge, huh? to ruin me?”

“i am ruining you,” you moan, legs wrapping around his waist, digging your heels into his back. “you’re already fucking mine.”

he slams into you again, harder — like he wants to shut you up. but it only makes you scream louder.

each thrust is rougher than the last. your bodies slap together, heat and sweat and fury. this isn’t love. this isn’t tenderness. this is war. this is two people trying to burn the other alive and moaning into the fire.

he grips your hips and fucks into you with something close to desperation, as if he’s trying to forget, to rewrite history with every thrust. but you won’t let him. you claw at his skin, mark him, own him.

“gonna come,” he pants against your throat.

you squeeze around him, smile laced with malice and lust. “then do it. come inside me. like a good little liar.”

he bites your lip, snarling — and with one final thrust, he breaks, spilling into you with a guttural moan that echoes off the walls. you hold him there, feeling him twitch inside you, feeling him fall apart in your hands.

you come moments later, shaking around him, gasping his name like a curse and a prayer all at once.

he doesn’t move right away.

just stays there, inside you, breathing hard, forehead pressed against yours.

and for a second, the room is quiet again.

but then you speak, voice low, dangerous.

“you’ll regret this.”

he opens his eyes. they’re glassy. red-rimmed. terrified.

“i already do,” he whispers.

ACT FIVE: THE MURDER

you stumble out of the room, legs trembling, lips still tingling with the taste of him — hatred, lust, regret. all tangled in one bite. behind you, beomgyu breathes hard, still trying to compose himself, and you glance over your shoulder just in time to see him pull that same silver key from his pocket and quietly lock the door behind him. neat. clean. calculated. he doesn't want anyone discovering what just happened between you two.

perfect, you think. even better.

but this story isn’t done — not yet. you’ve got the tension. the sweat. the kiss of his guilt on your tongue.

now you need blood.

the reception is loud again. music swells, laughter floats, and the soft sound of champagne flutes clinking fills the air like wedding bells. but none of it touches you. not as you wander past the kitchen doorway, not as you see that towering wedding cake in the distance — pristine, elegant, the kind of perfection they probably spent hours agonizing over.

and there, beside it.

a knife. long. sharp. glinting with the reflection of white icing and overhead chandeliers. you stare at it. still. calculating. nobody notices you. not the chef, not the staff — you're just another woman in a blood-red dress at a wedding.

you smile sweetly, take the knife, and in a single smooth motion, slide it up under your gown and tuck it beneath the band of your garter.

your thighs press together. it holds.

you breathe.

and walk back into the storm.

hana spots you before you even reach her. she waves, face glowing with delight, but that joy falters when she sees your expression. a calculated melancholy lingers on your features — just enough to look real, just enough to pull at her concern.

“y/n?” she says, approaching quickly, her hands gentle as they cup your forearm. “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

you let your lips tremble. just slightly. “i don’t think… beomgyu was happy to see me.”

her eyes widen, immediately protective. “no! no, no, don’t say that. he’s just… surprised. you two were so close in uni, weren’t you? he’s probably overwhelmed. you know how emotional he gets.”

you almost laugh. emotional. sure.

“i don’t know,” you whisper, looking down, twisting the ring on your finger — a fake one you wore to sell the illusion. “maybe i shouldn’t have come. i feel like i’m intruding. like… like i brought something bad with me.”

hana squeezes your hand, eyes soft with worry. “don’t be silly. i’m so happy you came. really. and i know he is too — he just doesn't show it well.”

you sniff dramatically. “do you think we could talk somewhere more private?”

she hesitates, then nods with a smile. “of course. there’s a room upstairs — where beomgyu and i get ready. it’s just ours.” she reaches into her clutch, pulling out a familiar glint of silver. the same key. “we’re the only ones with access.”

your heart skips.

jackpot.

“come,” she says sweetly, linking arms with you. “you’ll feel better after some quiet.”

you let her lead.

the room is silent. untouched. dimly lit by golden sconces. a soft scent of rosewater lingers in the air. and once the door clicks shut behind you, hana turns to you again, ready to offer another excuse on beomgyu’s behalf.

“i’m really sorry if he came off cold,” she says. “he’s been so stressed with the planning, and—”

“or maybe,” you interrupt, stepping closer, letting your voice thicken with suggestion, “he’s upset about something from the past.”

she pauses, confused. “what do you mean?”

you sit on the armrest of the lounge chair, looking at her with mock softness. “we haven’t seen each other since university, hana. back then, i was quiet. focused on med school. no friends, no distractions. just books and labs.”

she nods, leaning in, intrigued.

“and then he found me,” you continue, voice dreamy now, almost nostalgic. “he was charming. open. wild. he showed me that life wasn’t just about excellence. that it could be messy… chaotic. thrilling. he wasn't the best student, but he had this… charisma. everyone loved him.”

hana smiles. “that sounds like him.”

“he’d invite me to join him on hospital rounds,” you add, “especially when staff was low. we’d cover shifts together. just the two of us. late nights. adrenaline. it was like a bond. a secret, you know?”

she nods slowly.

“did you two ever…?” she asks cautiously.

you shake your head. “not like that. but we were close. inseparable. until something happened. something he doesn’t want you to know.”

“what happened?” hana whispers, eyes wide with unease, hands clutching her dress like it could protect her from what’s coming.

you step closer.

not threateningly.

no — softly. gently. like a friend about to tell a secret.

“beomgyu and i,” you begin, voice low, “were more than just classmates. we were inseparable back then — best friends, maybe the only ones we had. we were in the same program, same surgical rotations. but he… he wasn’t always careful. not like me.”

hana blinks, nervous now. but listening.

“it was a simple procedure. nothing risky. barely a challenge,” you continue, your eyes flicking to the soft gleam of the knife beneath your gown, still hidden. “but he messed up. badly. i warned him to slow down, double-check the vitals. but he thought he could handle it.”

you pause. the room is dead silent except for your voice.

“he cut too deep. ruptured something. blood started pouring out, and he panicked. dropped his instruments. froze. he looked at me like a scared child — ‘help me,’ he begged. and i did. of course i did.”

you smile, bitterly. hana doesn't speak.

“i tried to stop the bleeding. i gave everything. my hands, my mind, my training. but it was too late. by the time the others came, the patient was gone. and i was drenched in red. completely soaked.”

you can still feel it — the warmth of it. the shock. the chaos.

“his mother came in. screaming. crying. she saw me first — covered in her son’s blood. beomgyu said nothing. then, like a coward, he pointed at me and said i made the mistake. that i’d panicked. that i killed him.”

hana steps back slightly, a hand over her mouth. “no…”

“the staff believed him. he had no blood on him, just a mask of grief. and i was… in shock. couldn’t even defend myself. they expelled me from the program, and then the charges came. criminal negligence. i spent years in prison, hana. years.”

you tilt your head, gaze sharpening.

“do you know what that does to someone? being caged for something you didn’t do? he ended my future. my life. all to protect his own reputation.”

hana opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

you smile.

“and today, he’ll pay for it.”

and that’s when you move.

one second you’re smiling — the next, the knife is in your hand, slicing the air.

a gasp.

a soft sound, wet and gurgling. blood blooms across her throat like a twisted rose. her hands fly up, but it’s useless. her body crumbles to the carpet, her eyes wide and unblinking.

you kneel beside her, breathing steady.

“it was never about love,” you whisper in her ear. “he only loved what you could give him. and now it’s mine.”

ACT SIX: THE EVIDENCE

the room still reeked of perfume, lilies, and now — blood. thick and metallic, it hung in the air like a cruel fog. her body lay awkwardly against the plush carpet, blood seeping in slow, lazy tendrils from the wound in her neck. hana’s expression was stuck somewhere between shock and confusion, as if her soul hadn’t quite caught up with her body in death. her hands were slightly raised, instinctively defensive, but there was no one left to plead with. not anymore. not after what had been set in motion years ago.

you stood over her in silence for a moment, letting the weight of it settle into your bones — not guilt, but satisfaction. cold and heavy and deliberate. this wasn’t chaos. it was choreography.

with clinical precision, you leaned down, your gloves still in place, your breathing steady. slipping your hand into the folds of her bridal gown, you found the small silver key she’d shown you earlier — the one she had said only she and beomgyu shared. perfect. you took it and tucked it away into your own bodice, but not before retrieving the knife, still warm, still wet, and carefully returning it to its hiding place beneath your garter. the steel met your skin briefly before disappearing back into the safety of lace and silk.

you weren’t finished.

you moved quickly now, not rushed, just efficient. hana’s lifeless form was heavier than you expected, but you managed to drag her toward the grand antique wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. with effort, you arranged her inside, folding her gently as if she were porcelain. her arms fell to her sides like forgotten ribbon. from your bag, you pulled out a slim, black silk tie — beomgyu’s. you tied it around the wardrobe handles, tight and exact, the knot crisp. when someone found her, they’d see that tie and wonder. they’d question.

still wearing your gloves, you crouched again, inspecting the floor. blood had begun to dry at the edges, but it wasn’t too late. from your oversized purse, you pulled a small cloth and a diluted cleanser. you wiped every trace, every drop, every footprint. when the floor gleamed again — soulless and clean — you exhaled, but not in relief. this wasn’t over.

you walked to the mirror, peeled the gloves off with a slow, meticulous grace, and washed your hands in the basin nearby. the water ran pink, then clear. you changed next — stripping out of your blood-smeared gown and slipping into an identical one, pristine and untouched, as if nothing had happened at all. the contrast was jarring, beautiful even. you folded the ruined dress neatly and stuffed it back into the depths of your bag.

your escape wasn’t through the door. instead, you approached the tall window, unlatched it quietly, and climbed out with the elegance of someone rehearsed. the soft thud of your shoes on the grass below didn’t draw a single eye — the courtyard was mercifully empty.

and then, fate handed you one final gift: the dog.

a large, well-fed retriever — probably belonging to the venue’s owner — padded across the lawn near the back entrance. its tail wagged, oblivious. with a quick gesture, you undid its leash and nudged it gently in the direction of the banquet hall. you didn’t need to say anything. the second it caught scent of sugar and buttercream, it bolted.

from a distance, you watched the chaos unfold.

the animal barreled into the hall, diving toward the extravagant white wedding cake at the center. shrieks rang out from the staff, followed by gasps from the guests as the massive dog leapt, knocking plates and champagne flutes in every direction. the distraction was beautiful. orchestrated. all eyes turned, all bodies rushed forward.

you slipped back inside, unnoticed, and made your way to the small parlor by the fireplace. the chimenea crackled with welcoming heat. pulling the blood-soaked dress from your bag, you tossed it into the flames and watched as it curled and blackened, then disappeared. no ash, no trace. nothing left but a faint scent of smoke and finality.

when you stepped out again, you were just another guest, a woman in red, blending back into the celebration.

a ghost with blood on her hands and no soul left to haunt.

ACT SEVEN: THE ALIBI

you adjusted your dress — perfect, pristine, untouched — and found yourself drifting through the hum of music and small talk that buzzed under the glittering chandeliers. the ballroom seemed to pulse with distraction. no one had noticed the weight that had disappeared from the upstairs room. not yet.

your eyes landed on him — the father of the bride. chairman yoon. tall, composed, his tailored suit stretching across a chest built by pride and decades of success. the man was practically royalty in the medical world, owner of several hospitals across seoul. you approached him with the softness of silk and the poise of someone who belonged.

"mr. yoon," you began with a smile as polished as glass, "your daughter... she looked beautiful today. truly radiant."

his chest puffed with the pride of a man who had provided everything for his only child. he nodded solemnly, his glass of champagne catching the light as he raised it slightly in a silent toast to his own bloodline.

"and beomgyu," you continued, your voice low, reverent, like a hymn. "he's... incredible. passionate. dedicated. you know, not every man would love so deeply, so completely. he’d go to the ends of the earth for hana."

his eyes twitched with something unreadable, maybe curiosity, maybe relief. you pressed on.

"i think you'd be proud to know she chose a man who sees her as more than just a wife — he sees her as his purpose. his reason. i’ve known beomgyu for years, and... he’s always been like that. full of heart. always willing to sacrifice himself for someone he loves. it’s rare to find someone that good anymore. especially in our field."

you watched the old man’s face soften, a flicker of sentiment warming his otherwise calculating expression. you kept it going, slowly painting beomgyu as the martyr, the hopeless romantic, the picture of the devoted son-in-law. no one would ever suspect a thing if the story was sculpted just right — and your hands were already elbow-deep in the clay.

but then... your ears twitched.

a burst of laughter from across the room caught your attention — the kind of giggle that tried too hard to be subtle. you turned your head and caught sight of hana’s bridesmaids, huddled close together like schoolgirls sharing a forbidden secret. their eyes sparkled with the thrill of gossip. you drifted closer, steps measured, heartbeat steady. their voices dropped a little when they saw you, but it was too late — you had already heard the name.

"soobin."

one of them whispered it again, as if afraid the very word might catch fire. and then, another voice, hushed and breathless.

"they kissed. i swear to god, they kissed."

"at the bachelorette party?" a gasp.

"yes. she said it was just the heat of the moment — he was her crush back in college, remember? and after all these years… it just happened. god, she said she forgot what it felt like to be wanted like that."

your stomach didn’t turn. it twisted with dark joy.

this was it. this was gold. betrayal, lust, opportunity. everything you needed to sow the perfect storm.

you didn’t waste a second. turning smoothly, you made your way to a small group near the bar — men in sleek suits, clustered together like a pack of wolves dressed in cologne and wine. they must’ve been beomgyu’s university friends, the ones he met after he burned your life to ashes. they wouldn’t know you. they wouldn’t question your role.

you approached with the gentle confidence of someone who had every right to be there. "hi," you smiled, polite and slightly sad. "i’m... one of beomgyu’s closest friends. from before med school, actually."

they turned toward you, nodding with vague recognition. one of them offered you his hand. "nice to meet you. i’m hyun. beomgyu never really talked about his old friends. but i guess he’s pretty private about that stuff."

"yeah," you said, letting just the right note of sorrow seep into your voice. "he’s... been through a lot."

they leaned in instinctively.

"i just…" you hesitated, casting your eyes downward. "i needed to say something, and i don’t know who else would understand. he’s a good guy. a really good guy. he doesn’t deserve what hana did."

their brows furrowed instantly, curiosity piqued. "what do you mean?"

you glanced around the room before leaning closer, lowering your voice. "look... i shouldn’t be saying this. but during her bachelorette party... hana kissed someone. someone she used to have a crush on in university. i think it was... soobin? and, well... maybe it didn’t stop there. maybe it went further."

they exchanged glances, jaws tightening.

"you’re sure?"

you nodded, slowly. "i didn’t want to believe it either. but hana told one of the girls herself. she was drunk. said it just... happened. like the past came rushing back and she forgot about everything else."

they muttered under their breath, disbelief and disgust curling their lips. one of them scoffed. "i knew it. she always looked too perfect. like the kind of girl who smiles sweet but keeps knives in her purse."

another one chuckled bitterly. "and beomgyu? that poor bastard... he’s really into her. like, really. he doesn’t deserve that."

"no," you agreed. "he doesn’t."

they looked at you again, this time with a different kind of respect. not suspicion, not doubt. alignment.

"thanks for telling us," hyun said after a pause. "we won’t... say anything yet. but someone should. eventually."

you nodded once more, then turned away, letting the weight of your words hang in the air behind you like smoke.

the story was unfolding exactly as it needed to — not as it was, but as you designed it. slowly, subtly, beomgyu’s world would collapse in on itself. and when the flames reached his feet, the only thing left for him to do would be burn.

ACT EIGHT: THE CONFRONTATION

you feel his eyes on you long before he reaches you. they trail your every move across the ballroom—how you tilt your head as you speak to hana's father, how you laugh gently with his old classmates, how your hands rest politely against your wine glass, calm and clean and deceptively innocent. it must be driving him insane.

and it is. because when he finally storms across the golden-lit room and grabs you by the wrist, there's no hesitation, no softness, no mask left. the smile you wear is poison-laced sugar, the kind that rots the soul.

“come with me. now,” he says through clenched teeth.

you don’t resist. instead, you raise an eyebrow, deliberately taking your time to place your glass down on a table. “so demanding. is that how you treat your guests on your wedding day?”

he doesn’t answer. just pulls you along the corridor, back through the twisting hallways, until you reach that room again—the one where secrets are born and buried. he unlocks it with the silver key, the same one you saw earlier, the same one his fiancée had.

he slams the door behind you, breath ragged. “stop playing games.”

you lean against the edge of the makeup table, unbothered. “who says i’m playing?”

“cut the act.” his voice cracks, sharp and low. “what the hell do you want from me?”

you walk slowly toward him, arms draping lazily over his shoulders, fingers trailing up the back of his neck like a ghost he thought he buried. “you,” you whisper, eyes gleaming. “i want you.”

his jaw tightens, but his hands tremble. “don’t do this.”

“why not?” your breath brushes against his ear. “because you’re scared you’ll fall again? or because you already have?”

he grabs your wrists and pulls them down. “this isn’t real. it’s never been real with you. you twist everything—”

“and yet, here you are,” you cut him off, stepping even closer. “following me, dragging me into dark rooms, asking me what i want. what does that say about you, beomgyu?”

his silence is deafening.

you smile, slow and venomous. “you don’t love her,” you say, voice flat now, cutting. “you love what she gives you. her father’s empire. the title. the access. you’re marrying a name, not a person.”

his lips part to argue, but no words come out.

“you betrayed me to save your future,” you continue, no longer seducing—now dismantling him piece by piece. “and now that i’ve returned to claim what’s mine, you think you can just tell me to stop?”

“what did you do?” his voice is hoarse, shaken, almost afraid.

you tilt your head. “you’ll find out soon enough.”

he lunges forward then, fists clenching like he might strike, but stops inches from your face. you don’t flinch. you want him to hit you. you want the mask to fall completely. instead, he breathes harshly, veins pulsing in his neck.

“you ruined everything.”

“no,” you correct, brushing invisible lint off his suit jacket. “i balanced everything. this was never your story alone, beomgyu. i was just patient enough to wait for the climax.”

from outside, you hear laughter, music, the clink of glasses. a celebration built on lies, already cracking.

he looks at you like you're the devil, but deep down—he knows he invited you in the moment he sacrificed you for his own survival.

and now the devil wants her due.

beomgyu’s gaze pierces through you as he stands just a few steps away. his chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and his hands, clenched at his sides, tremble ever so slightly. it’s not fear—no, you recognize it now. it’s guilt, swirling just beneath the surface of his icy demeanor.

he knows you’re hiding something. his eyes narrow, his brow furrows in frustration as he takes a step closer to you, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

“i can see it,” he says, his voice laced with suspicion, “you’re hiding something. you always have been. i won’t let you get away with it.”

you don’t flinch. instead, you lower your head, letting your hair fall over your face as you allow yourself a small, bitter smile. “what more could you possibly do to me, beomgyu?” you ask, feigning a hurt tone that feels foreign on your tongue, but you know it works. “you already took everything from me. my career, my future. what’s left? what could you possibly take from me now?”

he takes a hesitant step back, his eyes flickering with something dangerous. “you still think i’m the villain, don’t you?”

your voice drops to a whisper, but it’s cutting, slicing through the silence with a sharp edge. “you were always the villain. from the moment you betrayed me, you sealed your fate. do you feel guilty now? do you finally understand what you did? how many lives you’ve ruined because of your mistakes?”

beomgyu’s face tightens, his jaw clenching as if to hold back a storm. “i’ve improved,” he snaps, the words spilling out quickly, defensively. “i’ve gotten better. i don’t make those mistakes anymore. i’ve worked harder than anyone to—”

“you’ve lied,” you interrupt, your tone icy. “how many patients have died because of your negligence? how many diagnoses have you gotten wrong? you can lie to yourself, beomgyu, but not to me. i remember. i remember everything.”

he freezes. the air between you thickens, heavy with the weight of your words. you can see the storm brewing behind his eyes—the frustration, the fear, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. but there's something else, too. something far darker.

“i’ve changed,” he repeats, his voice low, as though he’s trying to convince himself. “i’m not that person anymore.”

“you’ll never change,” you whisper, your gaze hardening. “i’d never make the mistakes you did. i’d never let anyone die. but you? You don’t even care. you never did.”

the tension builds between you, thick as smoke. his hands are clenched into fists, and for a moment, you think he might lash out. but then, his voice cracks, desperation lining his words. “you need to leave. now. i never want to see you again.”

ACT NINE: THE REVEAL

you feel your lips curl into a smile. the air between you feels too tense to breathe in, yet you move closer, not backing down. you raise your dress slightly, just enough to reveal the glint of bloodied steel tucked into the garter on your thigh. the knife, still slick with the evidence of your actions.

beomgyu freezes, his eyes going wide, his face draining of color. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. his voice trembles when he finally whispers, barely audible, “tell me... you didn’t—”

“didn’t what?” you ask, leaning closer, almost savoring the fear in his eyes. “you think i’d let you get away with it all? after everything you put me through?”

his breath is shallow, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “tell me it’s not true... p-please.”

you step closer, your fingers brushing over the hilt of the knife, feeling the cool metal under your fingertips. “it’s true, beomgyu. it’s all true. but don’t worry,” you continue, leaning in so close your lips almost touch his ear. “i won’t blame you for what happened. after all, you did it. you killed her. you killed hana. and i just helped you clean up your mess.”

he stumbles back, his face ashen, eyes wide, pupils dilated. his voice cracks as he whispers the words he’s most terrified to admit, “you... you really did it, didn’t you?”

you smile, slow and deliberate, feeling a twisted satisfaction at the horror in his eyes.

“you?” he whispers again, barely able to breathe. “you killed her?”

you laugh softly, your voice a low, dangerous hum. “me? oh, beomgyu, it wasn’t me who did all of this. it was you. you just never saw it coming.”

you take a step closer, until you’re so near that his breath mingles with yours, but this time, there’s no more mask. there’s no more façade. just the reality of what’s happened and what’s to come.

with a wicked smile, you press your lips against his ear and whisper, “i didn’t kill her, beomgyu. you did.”

his face goes pale as he finally realizes the magnitude of what you’ve done. the game is over. there’s no escaping it now.

beomgyu’s denial hangs heavy in the air. “no,” he mutters, almost like a prayer. “no, i don’t believe you.” his voice shakes, but there’s something desperate behind his words, like he’s begging the world to disprove you, to make this some elaborate lie.

without breaking eye contact, you reach for his hand. he resists at first, stiff with unease, but you’re insistent. delicate fingers wrap around his wrist, and you guide his palm down your thigh, brushing past the smooth fabric of your dress until it finds the cold steel nestled against your skin.

his breath hitches the moment his fingertips graze the knife.

you press his hand harder against it, watching his face contort. “there,” you whisper in a voice dripping with venomous sweetness. “do you feel it, beomgyu? that’s her blood. your bride’s blood. your future. your lie.”

his eyes widen in disbelief, but that disbelief quickly twists into something far darker. the veins in his neck bulge with tension, his jaw clenched so tightly you hear the grind of his teeth. he jerks his hand away as if the touch burned him, but it’s already too late.

something inside him snaps.

with a choked roar, beomgyu lunges at you, fingers reaching—not for your throat, but for the knife. his face is a mask of rage, the lines once softened by charm now carved into something feral and unrecognizable.

beomgyu rips his hand away like it’s been scorched. his eyes go wide—then dark. the denial in them crumbles into something monstrous. fury consumes his features like a wildfire, burning away any remnants of the composed, gentle man he pretended to be.

“you bitch—!” he snarls, eyes wild. “you fucking psycho! i'll fucking kill you!” he growls through clenched teeth, and in a blink he’s on you, grabbing your arm and yanking the knife free from your leg.

the cold kiss of steel flashes in the dim light as he raises it.

but you’ve anticipated this moment. always one step ahead.

before the blade can meet its mark, or can close around your throat, your arm lashes out. you grab the black tie wrapped around the closet’s ornate handle—the very one he wore earlier that day—and yank it with all your strength.

the closet door bursts open.

and with a sickening thud, hana’s lifeless body tumbles forward, crashing into beomgyu’s chest like a broken doll. her dress is still pristine white, but soaked crimson around the neck, where the fatal wound rests like a grotesque necklace. her head lolls unnaturally as she falls directly onto beomgyu, knocking him back several steps.

his arms instinctively catch her, and for a split second, the world stops.

the blood.

the weight.

the coldness of her skin.

he staggers, knees nearly buckling, and the knife—your knife—slips from your leg and clatters to the floor between them, the blade nearly piercing hana’s side as she collapses fully into his trembling arms.

beomgyu doesn't scream. he can't.

the silence in the room is louder than anything. his breathing turns erratic, like a trapped animal finally realizing it's been lured into the cage. his trembling fingers touch the blood on hana's chest. his own hands, now red.

the walls are closing in. fast.

and all you do… is smile.

a slow, merciless smile as you step back into the shadows of the room. because now the stage is perfectly set.

and he is holding the murder weapon.

ACT TEN: THE MAN THEY'LL BLAME

for a moment, beomgyu doesn’t move.

he just stares—stares at the body cradled in his arms like it might still blink, might still breathe, might still whisper his name and laugh at this cruel joke. but there’s no laughter now. only the warmth of her blood soaking into his sleeves, her dress, the scent of iron clinging to every inhale. his face collapses into a grotesque mask of shock and pain.

“no,” he breathes out. “no, no, no—”

then the scream rips out of him, raw and gut-wrenching, a sound that doesn’t even sound human. he screams until his throat burns, until his lungs rattle, until the air around him trembles from the sheer force of it. the knife—your knife—still rests in his hand, stained and gleaming. his knuckles are white from how tightly he grips it.

that’s when the footsteps thunder outside.

the door bursts open.

gasps. screams. chaos.

guests flood the entrance like a wave—confused, horrified, stunned. among them, mr. yoon, hana’s father, stares into the room, frozen at the threshold. his eyes fall on his daughter first. slumped overcovered in blood. then on beomgyu—drenched in it, knife in hand, eyes wild and red.

and then… you.

you’re on the floor, trembling, hair disheveled, dress rumpled as if you’d struggled. tears streak your cheeks—perfect, practiced tears. you crawl backward, as if trying to get away from the man who supposedly tried to hurt you.

“mr. yoon—!” you cry out, voice cracking beautifully. “h-he killed her! i—i saw him! he found out about the affair, and—and when i tried to stop him, h-he tried to force himself on me!”

gasps erupt behind you. someone cries. another person retches.

beomgyu looks up, eyes darting from face to face, from you to the crowd. “she’s lying!” he shouts, hoarse, frantic. “she did this! it wasn’t me—!”

but mr. yoon’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp and trembling with rage. “get away from my daughter!” he roars, his eyes blazing with grief. “you monster! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!”

“no—please—listen to me, she—!” beomgyu tries to speak, but no one hears him. no one wants to.

they only see blood.

they only see a man with a knife and a woman sobbing on the floor.

phones are already out. someone is screaming for the police. others are backing away in terror. and the walls begin to close in on beomgyu.

he staggers to his feet, unsteady and splattered in red. the knife falls from his hand, clattering to the floor in a sharp ring of metal. he looks down at himself, the blood dripping from his fingers, painting a path of guilt behind him. his breath shortens, panic setting in like a chokehold.

“no… no, this isn’t happening…” he whispers, stumbling backward.

then—he runs.

out of the room. down the corridor. leaving a long, damning trail of crimson footprints in his wake.

and as the screams echo behind him, you stay on the floor… weeping just enough to keep the attention. just enough to keep the lie alive.

because now the world believes the story you wrote.

and beomgyu?

he’s already halfway to becoming the villain in everyone’s eyes.

FINAL ACT: THE PRICE OF BLOOD AND SILENCE

outside, the air is heavy with the weight of disbelief. voices cut through the night like blades—frantic, confused, disoriented. the manic hum of whispers grows louder the further you descend the stairs, like insects crawling over a rotting truth. people are gathered in tight little knots, their faces pale, tear-streaked, their eyes darting toward the mansion windows where the blood still clings to the glass.

you pass them quietly.

you hear the words that float around you like ghosts, each syllable another stone sealing beomgyu’s fate.

“he always said he loved hana. i didn’t think he meant… like that.”

“he was obsessed. did you see his face?”

“i told you something was off about him.”

“they say he found out about her and soobin… that she cheated during the bachelorette trip. maybe it pushed him over the edge.”

“he was crazy in love.”

you don’t speak. you don’t need to. your eyes stay low, your expression soft—an echo of grief stitched delicately across your features. every gesture rehearsed. every breath measured. inside, your heart is still. not peaceful… just empty.

you cross the lawn, past the wilting flower arrangements, past the shattered champagne glasses and chairs left crooked in haste. the wedding arch stands crooked now, fabric swaying like it’s mourning. you follow the trail of red stains, droplets growing thicker the closer you get to the garden altar.

and there he is.

beomgyu.

collapsed on the grass like a marionette with its strings cut. his knees are drawn to his chest, one hand tangled in his hair, the other pressed to his temple as if trying to hold his skull together. his suit is drenched—shoulders, chest, cuffs—sticky with the blood of the woman he thought he’d marry. he’s murmuring to himself, over and over, lips trembling, voice cracking with disbelief and despair.

“i didn’t do it… i didn’t do it… i didn’t…”

he looks like a shell. like a man who’s forgotten how to exist.

you step closer, the heels of your shoes pressing into the wet earth, and he lifts his head. slowly. his eyes find yours and the second they do, you see the shift—the dilation of his pupils shrinking into pinpoints, his body freezing.

you smile.

just a faint little curve of your lips. delicate. deranged.

he knows now.

he knows.

and when you crouch in front of him, slowly, your eyes never leaving his, your voice slides out like a silk ribbon soaked in poison.

“now you feel guilt?” you whisper. soft. intimate. cruel.

he doesn’t answer.

he can’t.

his chest rises and falls like he’s drowning. and maybe he is. drowning in blood, in betrayal, in the realization that everything he thought he controlled has crumbled. that you were never the fragile shadow of the past. you were the storm waiting to devour him.

your head tilts.

he stares at you like you’re no longer human.

because you’re not. not anymore.

you’re wrath with a smile. vengeance wearing perfume. the end of his world in a velvet dress.

his mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

and then—

sirens.

flashing lights.

the wail of justice arriving too late.

officers push through the crowd, guns drawn, shouting orders. hands grab him, dragging him up, cuffing him. he doesn’t resist. there’s no fight left. just wide, ruined eyes and hands still stained in red. he looks back at you one last time as they pull him away.

you wave.

not mockingly. not sweetly.

just… goodbye.

and as they drive him off into the night, all you can feel is the stillness.

not peace. not victory.

just silence.

and in that silence, you smile.

because your story is over.

and it ends in red.

EPILOGUE: CONFESSION IN THE DARK

the cell is cold.

not just in temperature, but in the kind of silence that settles under your skin and eats at the edges of your thoughts. beomgyu sits on the narrow cot, elbows on his knees, hands hanging limp like they don’t belong to him anymore. they’ve scrubbed them—his hands—but the blood feels permanent. it’s in the creases of his palms, beneath his fingernails, deep in the lines of his fingerprints. nothing washes off guilt.

he hasn’t spoken in hours.

they asked him questions. detectives. officers. even a therapist. he answered in whispers at first. then stopped answering altogether. because what is there to say when the world you thought you built was nothing more than glass—and someone finally shattered it?

his mind replays the moment again. and again. and again.

the weight of hana’s body crashing against him. the scream caught in his throat. the slick handle of the knife in his hand. the look in your eyes.

that look.

not fury. not hatred. something worse.

triumph.

he knows now. all of it. every piece he missed. every warning he ignored. he knew you’d come back, but he thought you wanted closure. he thought you’d mourned the past like he had.

he didn’t know you’d return as ruin.

he remembers what you said. about the patients. about the mistakes.

and he remembers their faces, too. the ones he lost. the ones whose lives slipped through his hands when he was too arrogant, too inexperienced, too afraid to say “i don’t know.”

but he never thought you’d find a way to make the world see him the way you did. a killer. a fraud. a man too weak to carry the weight of a life, yet too proud to admit he dropped it.

his breathing is shallow now.

he leans back against the wall. lets his head rest there. concrete against bone. he thinks of hana. of her smile, her voice, her secrets. he doesn’t know if she really loved him. doesn’t know if she really cheated. he doesn’t even know if it matters anymore.

because all that’s left is silence.

you didn’t just take his future.

you took the last piece of himself he believed was good.

he’s not crying.

he hasn’t cried.

but something inside him is unraveling slowly, like a thread pulled loose in the dark.

the light above him flickers.

he closes his eyes.

and somewhere, buried deep in the quiet, he hears your voice again—soft, mocking, triumphant.

“now you feel guilt?”

and this time, he does.

with every heartbeat, he does.

and as the door to his cell clicked shut behind him, echoing like the toll of a final bell, the world outside kept turning—unaware that sometimes, the perfect crime wears a smile, walks in heels, and whispers love like poison.

[ni-kichromehearts]

Nishimura riki as your penpal

author's note: this is my first ever fic i've ever written. Not sure if i will continue lol.

MIGHT CONTAIN GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND TYPOS

You and ni-ki are penpals. Your mom works at a japanese company and got an oppurtunity to fly to japan. There, she became friends with Ni-ki's mom and both of them decided to let you guys meet each other. You two did, well that is when you're 7 years old. Running through the grass playing tag and hide and seek, Small hands running through the water splashing each other. You would write your name and his on this big rock near the river. How amazing would it be to bring back the past? The both of you are now stuck with pens, letters, stamps, messages on line and calls. It's been nearly 13 years since then.

"It would be really crazy if i was there rn." your phone beside you buzzed as your hands flips another page of the book you're reading.

"Lol. I wish you were though. I miss you :/" You hurriedly replied tapping your fingers on the table waiting for his reply.

You put down your phone. Thinking he must've been doing something which is why he can't response. "What's taking him so long?" you sighed and opened your book again. A hand appeared from the side of your body gently closing the book.

"waiting for my reply?" you felt a man towering over you. Your eyes widen and immediately looked back. It was Ni-ki.

Overwhelmed and excited, you didn't know what to say and just completely stared at him.

"No hugs? Your letter told me you want one from me?"

He waved your letter infront of you. Your face flushed but you didn't mind that and hurriedly wrapped your hands around him.

"You're too tall now" You muffled as he tightens the hug.

"Am i?"

The rest are For your imaginations

lol i wrote this despite having school tomorrow. I got too hooked up with reading Ni-ki fics.

[venusianelf]

Game of Passion

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Weed Consumption, Swearing, Rough Sex (Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Degradation), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), A couple uses of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader and Peter are implied to be kind of assholes to their ex flings

Word Count: ~3,800

A/N: First fanfic I’ve written in a long while, and it’s smut of course lol. Might write more parts to this, not sure yet.

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

It hadn’t taken long for the rumors to spread about Peter Parker, all the girls would fawn over him and if they were lucky got to sleep with him, although never more than once. Similarly, it hadn’t taken long for rumors about you to spread. You had most of the men and women on campus wrapped around your finger. Even your best friend was desperate for more of you. You continually would laugh her suggestions off unless it made you potentially look more desirable for your new hit mark. In which case you’d kiss her dizzy and promptly drop her with a faux innocent smile as your newest hit would make their way over to you. Sure, you cared about her but you had promised yourself no feelings for anyone, even her. So you stuck to your rule of one and done.

Of course, from things you’d heard you had grown curious about Peter. Though you were more an attract than a chase kind of girlie. So sure you’d attend parties you knew he’d be at, hell even the ones out of the frat house he resided in. You’d caught a few glimpses of him before but other than a passing glance neither of you made a move. You had thought tonight would be no exception. 

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend as you both prepared for your night out at Parker’s frat house. “Come onnn Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to kiss me again?” She whined as she watched intently as you applied your makeup. You chuckled at her desperation before looking at her in the mirror. “I’ll kiss you again if the situation arises where it’s useful,” You tease as she huffs and rolls her eyes. “No fun,” She replies as she opens her phone and responds to some of her messages. “Uh-huh sure, you’ll live,” You replied returning your focus back on your makeup. Feeling satisfied with it you grabbed your setting spray and generously mist yourself before adjusting your hair to frame your face better.

“What do you think?” You asked as you turned to your best friend. She gave you a look over in your dress and whistled appreciatively. “You look delicious, wish I was the lucky hit tonight,” She replied as you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Another day maybe,” You replied with a wink at her and watched as she promptly blushed before turning back to her phone to avoid your gaze. “Seems a good enough time to head over, you ready?” She asked as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress from laying on your bed. “Sure am,” You replied as you grabbed your purse and phone.

As you entered the frat party you felt the hungry gazes of many partygoers on you, smiling to yourself you held your best friend's wrist in your grasp as you led her and yourself to the drinks. You gave a flirty smile to the boy pouring you two drinks as you recalled the time you had hooked up with him. He hadn’t been half bad and seemed gentlemanly but that wasn’t really your type. You thanked him for the drinks before you continued pulling your best friend outside to watch some of the partygoers play beer pong and other silly games. 

You chatted with her as you sipped your drink and surveyed the potential hits. Although as you did you felt the gaze of someone on you before turning to where you had felt it originate, locking gazes with one infamous Peter Parker. You noted his fluffy blond hair as you watched as his eyes raked over your body. You gave him an inviting smile before turning to your best friend to try to play hard to get. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he handed his drink to one of his friends and walked over to you, leaving whatever poor girl had previously been chatting with him alone. 

You looked up at him in faux surprise as he approached you. Your best friend paused her conversation to look between you to two before excusing herself as she usually did. “Y/N, right?” He asked as you nodded in reply. “Peter, right?” You mirrored as he nodded in return. “Seen you around here a few times,” He replied as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. “I do my best to get out,” You responded after a moment and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean get around,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “As if you don’t do the same,” You taunted and clicked his tongue in response as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You got me there,” He replied as he looked you over.

“You smoke?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “I do,” You replied unsure of if he had meant nicotine or weed, not that it really mattered. He nodded in response. “Care to join me then?” He asked as you contemplated it for a moment. “Sure, why not,” You replied as you watched a smirk play on his lips at your response. “Follow me then,” He said as he grabbed your wrist and guided you through the party crowd upstairs. You had been upstairs before during some of your other hook-ups but it felt somehow different to be heading to Peter’s room.

He opened the door and gestured for you to head in, obliging, you entered and moved to sit on his bed. “This your usual way of getting girls into your bed?” You teased with a raised eyebrow as he scoffed at your comment. He entered after you and closed the door and locking it. “Not usually,” He replied as he rifled through his stash and began rolling a joint for you two. You noted the distinct smell of weed as you got your answer to your earlier question. “Oh? Am I special then?” You joked as he chuckled in response. “If it makes you feel better then sure,” He replied before finishing rolling the joint and taking a seat next to you on the bed. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He offered you the joint which you happily took and placed between your lips as he held a lighter up and lit it for you. Taking a drag you breathed in it, pleasantly surprised at the higher quality of it. “Not bad,” You commented as you passed it to him. He chuckled at your response. “What? Did you expect me to smoke shit weed?” He taunted and took a hit as you shoved him slightly with your elbow. “A little, yeah,” You replied with a laugh as he gave you a playful glare. He placed a hand over his heart with mock hurt in his eyes. “Ow,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, gimme that back,” You replied as you went to grab the joint from him. He raised an eyebrow at that before pulling it up over your head, out of your reach. You glared at him before trying to grab it. 

As you made your move to grab it, he focused on the way you had to lean closer to him. His free hand moved to your hip as he pulled you into his lap. With his readjustment of you, you managed to grab the joint. Pulling it to your lips with a satisfied smirk. You took a hit but otherwise gave no indication of the effect being in his lap had on you. He watched as you breathed in the smoke, as you were about to blow it out he leaned forward and captured your lips. You gasped in surprise at his actions before feeling the open-mouthed kiss he placed on your lips. Realizing his intentions, you blew the smoke into his mouth as you two kissed. His hand that was not on your hip was quick to join the other. His grip squeezing your hips tightly as he kissed you hungrily. You felt your head dizzy as you grew breathless from the kiss.

When he pulled back to part from you, you both panted as his forehead rested on yours. One of his hands quickly moved to your hand that was holding the joint before grabbing it and placing it in an ashtray nearby. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” You huffed as he chuckled at your response. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words. You quickly recovered as you swatted at his chest. “No, you’re just a jerk,” You argued as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m the jerk?” He questioned as you glared at him and nodded. He chuckled before running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll show what a jerk looks like princess,” He replied, and before you could fully process his words he had pushed you onto the bed with your face down and ass up. You squeaked in surprise as he manhandled you. 

You craned your head back to glare at him. “You treat all your women like objects?” You taunted before squeaking again as you felt his hand collide with your ass as he spanked you. “No, just little sluts like you,” He replied as you bit back a moan from his degrading words. His gaze was trained on your face though and his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Figures you’d like that,” He teased as his hands hiked up the bottom of your dress before rubbing circles on where he had spanked you. You shook your head to try to fight back the blush that coated your cheeks. “No- No, I don’t,” You replied trying to deny your interest in his mean words. 

He tilted his head at that, and you moaned out in surprise as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “No? Your body seems to say differently,” He teased before looking down at where his hands touched you. He groaned at the sight of your drenched panties as he continued teasing you with his fingers. “You’re fucking soaked,” He muttered as his gaze was transfixed on how easily you had wet his fingers through your panties. Shoving your panties to the side he swore under his breath as he saw your glistening pussy. 

His digits had you trembling under his touch as he collected some of your wetness of his fingers before moving to circle your clit. He looked up at you as he watched you face twist in pleasure as your eyes shut at his contact. “Sh- Shit! Fuck, just like that,” You moaned out as he chuckled. You opened your eyes to glare at him with that but quickly yelped when he slapped your pussy. “Don’t take an attitude with me whore,” He growled as you nodded back at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Ah! Okay okay!” You conceded as he watched you almost predatorily. You began wiggling as his hand stayed cupping your sex but not touching you more than that. His eyes glanced down at you grinding yourself into his hand before he looked up at your face again.

You whined as you felt the loss of his warmth as he pulled his hand back. “You want more? Then ask nicely,” He replied with almost a stern edge to his voice. Your eyes focused on him as you mentally fought yourself over it. You knew he wouldn’t let it go if you said please but you also didn’t want him to stop. Shutting your eyes you decided to say it regardless. “Please Peter, touch me, please,” You begged as he tsk’d at you. You opened your eyes and took in his disapproving expression as he looked at you. “You can do better than that,” He replied as you pouted at his words. “C’mon, Peter please!” You whined before you yelped as he spanked your ass once again. “Okay okay! Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please touch me!” You begged as his eyes darkened at your words.  “That’s more like it,” He groaned before moving his fingers to your slit again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him touch you again. His fingers made expert circles over your clit as you started trembling again as little moans and whimpers left your lips. He worked you up before his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance as whined at the loss of contact on your clit. Although your disappointment was quickly washed away as you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your slit. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance as he moved to suck on your clit. You moaned at the intrusion before shoving your face in his pillows to attempt to muffle yourself. 

He sucked on your clit like a man starved as his fingers pressed further and further into you. Before long he began curling them trying to find the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips mindlessly jumped as he found the spot. You could feel him smirk against you as he continued hitting it over and over as you felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Your hands bunched up the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself draw closer and closer. “M’ gonna cum,” You whimpered as you turned your head to the side to make sure you were audible. “C’mon cum on my fingers princess,” He encouraged as he pulled back slightly before sucking on your clit with renewed vigor. You bit your lip hard as you cried out and your vision blacked out as white-hot pleasure coursed through you.

You shook as he fucked through your orgasm. As you came down, your hips attempted to jump away from his touch in overstimulation which he chuckled at as he pulled back from you. He flipped you over easily so you were on your back as you looked up at him dazedly and sated. “Look at you, one orgasm and all that sass is gone,” He cooed condescendingly as you blushed and rolled your head to the side to avoid his gaze. He tsk’d in response and grabbed your jaw with his clean and pulled you to look at him again before tapping his fingers that were covered in your juices to your lips. “Open up,” He commanded before your lips fell open in silent obedience. His fingers pressed against your tongue as you sucked on them and cleaned your slick off his digits. “Atta girl,” He groaned. 

Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out of your mouth as you whined sightly at the loss. He chuckled at that. “Don’t worry princess, we’re not done yet,” He replied. He got to work pulling your dress over your head as you leaned up slightly to help him. Once off, he threw it somewhere across the room as his gaze fixated on your tits. One of his hands moved to circle your nipple as he moved to suck your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it as he sucked, your back arching off his mattress as you gasped. Once he was satisfied he let go with a pop before kissing slightly above your tits as he sucked a hickey onto you. 

Normally, you were against most marks anyone wanted to leave on you but his teeth and lips on you had you gasping and whining for more instead. He smirked as he pulled back to admire his work on your chest before leaning down to add more. As he did, you didn’t notice his free hand moving to unzip his jeans and push them down. He pushed his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and began pumping it as finished littering hickeys along your chest. When he pulled back, your eyes focused on his cock. It wasn’t too long where it would hurt you but it definitely was bigger than average and a bit girthier too. You sucked in a breath as you watched him pump himself and the weeping head of his cock as his pre-cum drooled out of his slit. 

He smirked at your doe-like eyes. “Like what you see?” He teased as your gaze quickly looked up to his eyes. You nodded needily at his question as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Need it, please please, Peter, please!” You begged for him without prompting causing him to bite his lip to bite back a groan at your neediness. He clicked his tongue in response. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He replied as he moved to settle between your thighs. He glanced down between you two before glancing over at the drawer of his bedside table. “Can you grab a condom for me princess?” He asked as you blinked up at him dazedly. “M’ on the pill,” You mumbled as he groaned at the implication. “You clean?” He asked as you nodded at his question. “Fuck, fine,” He replied as he lined the tip up with your entrance. 

He swiped it around a bit to gather some of your slick against him before he slowly pushed into you. You moaned and gasped out as your arms went to brace yourself on his forearms, nails digging into him. “Shit, you need to relax,” He muttered as he felt you squeeze the tip of him. He wet his fingers in his mouth before moving to circle your clit with them. You mewled at the touch but he felt you relax as he did. He continued his circles as he pushed further into you. You gasped and trembled under him as you felt fuller and fuller. Getting impatient, he gave a hard thrust up into you as he pushed him to be fully sheathed in you. You squeaked as he did your eyes shutting in the process. He stopped his touch on your clit as you whined. “Open your eyes,” He ordered but you kept your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the feeling of him filling you up so sweetly. 

You squeaked in surprise when you felt his palm connect with your cheek. Your eyes opening suddenly at the impact. “There you go,” He groaned as you pouted and rubbed your cheek where he had slapped you. “What? You want me to kiss it better?” He teased as you nodded at his words. He huffed a little but leaned down to place a light kiss on your cheek. A small smile flitted across your face before you felt him roughly pull out and thrust back up into you. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips. His face settled to bury in your neck as he continued the pace. 

His hands moved to push your legs around his hips as he continued thrusting into you. One of his hands moving to draw circles on your clit as you moaned. You felt your body shaking once again as he built you back up to the edge. He pulled back to look down at you as he continued chasing his pleasure. Watching him with half-lidded eyes, you pawed at his free hand to pull it to your throat. He groaned as you settled his palm over your throat. “Fuck, you really are just a little slut, aren’t you?” He commented as you whined at his words. He placed more pressure against your throat at your needy whine, pulling a moan from you.

With the added sensation, you felt your orgasm rushing to you quicker and quicker. “You gonna cum for me princess?” He asked as he felt you clench his dick harder. You nodded frantically in response. “Go on then,” He encouraged as he tightened his grasp on your neck a little more. You choked on a moan as you felt your orgasm blind you with pleasure for a second time. You vaguely registered his groaning and swearing as you pulsed around him. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as the pressure on your throat prolonged your climax. As you came down from it, he moved his hand away from your throat to next to your head as his other hand rested on your hip to pull you closer to him as he chased his release. You mewled at the sensitivity before he leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his dick twitch before feeling him spill into you. He continued fucking you through his climax as you whined and mewled into his mouth. Once he came to a stop, he sighed before pulling out of you. Looking down, he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you before moving to collapse beside you. You shut your eyes as you focused on calming your breath. You felt his eyes on you as he watched you, you peeked an eye open at him before making an annoyed noise. “What?” You asked before closing your eyes again. “Just making sure you’re still alive,” He chuckled and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“Uh huh, well your dick isn’t that good that it could kill,” You replied feeling more to your normal self. “Could’ve fooled me,” He laughed as you cringed remembering the way you had been so submissive to him a few moments prior. You shook your head at his words before opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on his bed. He watched you curiously as you looked around his room for your dress. Spotting it, you stood up on shaky legs to pick it up, adjusting your underwear which you both had been too caught up in to take off. Slipping the dress over your head and adjusting it to cover what you needed to you, you tsk’d as you saw the hickeys on your chest. 

You shot him a glare. “What?” He asked with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hickeys? Really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. “You weren’t complaining when it happened,” He replied with a shrug and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” You replied. You checked your phone from your purse as he tucked himself away and made himself decent. You glanced back up at him, “Well see you around then,” You said as he nodded with a boyish grin. “Mhm, same time next week?” He teased as you chuckled. “We both know that’s not how this works,” You replied with a shake of your head. He shrugged in response. “True,” He replied as you unlocked his door and opened it. You looked back at him, “See you around Princess Parker,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Last I checked princess was your name,” He replied as you stuck your tongue out at him teasingly before walking out of his room. 

You headed downstairs as you texted your best friend who quickly found you and promptly teased you about the hickeys you couldn’t fully hide. You promised to tell her the full story on the way back to your dorm. As you left though, you couldn’t help but wonder why your cheeks felt warmer at the thought of him.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 1 - Leather & Latex

Ghost x Soap - 4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon goes to a kink club looking for a masochist to beat. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!ghost, sub!soap, sadist!ghost, masochist!soap, heavy painplay, undernegotiated bdsm because i didn't want to write it all out sorry lol but everything is 1000% safe sane and consensual

note: this is really not one of my faves of the month and i hate to start out on a not so strong note but oh well 🫠 hope you guys enjoy!

Simon leans against the bar, scanning the crowd for a potential play partner and swirling his glass of water lazily.

There are a few displays, but they rarely match Simon’s severity. He can hear Valeria whipping someone on a public stage, but her subs can never handle more than one session a night. Valeria’s as mean as he is - she puts on a good show, but always manages to get to the real painsluts before Simon can.

He needs someone who can take a few hits. Tonight his fingers twitch with the need to beat a pretty thing black and blue, he craves the pained cries and tears of a sub suffering so beautifully for him. None of his usual play partners are free tonight, all either coupled off already or busy, which means he’ll have to test drive someone new.

Always risky. In his experience, subs have a tendency to overestimate their pain tolerance when it comes to him. He tries to make his expectations as clear as possible going in, but it’s a coin toss on whether or not the sub will actually understand.

He’s contemplating moving to another club, listening as Valeria’s sub goes from shouting to screaming, when someone sidles up beside him.

The man is big, standing taller than almost everyone around him but barely eye level with Simon’s chin. He’s muscular too, defined abs and pecs displayed by his lack of a shirt. He’s got a chest harness on, one that wraps just under his tits and between them, a leather strap crossing across his collar bones and over his shoulders. There’s a little d-ring in the center - Simon imagines it’s for a leash to be hooked onto, considering his collar-less neck. He’s got something covering his groin at least, just a tiny and tight pair of leather shorts that Simon would bet money let his ass cheeks hang out. 

He’s wearing an orange band on his right wrist - submissive, everything goes. Simon’s black band burns on his left - dominant, S&M

He raises his eyes back up the man once he’s done with his perusal, lets them linger appreciatively on his body. Simon’s always liked bigger subs, the ones who look like they can take a few blows and come right back for more.

The mohawked man smirks at him when they make eye contact, leans into Simon’s personal space with an elbow on the counter. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Simon only cocks an eyebrow at that. He’s wearing his own leather pants and a tight latex top with a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, meaning there’s very little skin left uncovered for this sub to see. “Cocky, are we?”

The sub hums a little more, moves even further into Simon’s space. Surprisingly, he finds he doesn’t quite mind the intrusion. “Aye, I know I look damn good tonight. You lookin’ for someone to beat?”

Ah, right to business. Simon finds he likes this sub more and more every minute.

“Yes,” he replies, turning his body fully towards his potential partner and straightening up. “Need someone who can take whatever I decide to give. You gonna give out in the first twenty lashes?”

That gets him a snort, the smaller man moving so close they’re nearly bumping chests. “I hope that’s your warmup. Takes a lot to hurt me, I’m a right painslut. You up to the challenge?”

Simon gives the man another long look, assessing him a bit more, trying to gauge how much of his tone is bravado and how much is genuine. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny. Yours?”

“Simon. But you’ll call me Sir. Are you good with the traffic light system?”

Johnny perks up, like he hadn’t expected such an easy agreement. “Aye. You want to do this in private or on a stage?”

Simon shrugs, already abandoning his water and stepping away from the bar. “Up to you.”

“Showroom, then.”

Simon smirks at the decision, somehow unsurprised that this little sub is a bit of an exhibitionist. He strides off to the showrooms, doesn’t bother to glance over his shoulder to make sure Johnny’s following along.

There are already several people sitting in the audience for the impact-play room, watching another Dom carry their sub out through the one-way mirror. Simon holds the door open for Johnny once they’ve both cleared their intent with the dungeon monitor, confirming that they’re using the traffic light system as safe-words and that they’re going inside with no intention of having sex, just of beating and being beaten. Johnny’s antsy through the whole discussion, nearly bouncing on his toes in anticipation. It makes Simon’s lips curl beneath the mask, makes him want to grab the boy and force him still.

He pulls the mask off once they’re alone in the room, uncaring about their small audience seeing his face.

“Och, you really are handsome,” Johnny flirts, sliding up to Simon’s side and eyeing him like he’s his next meal. 

Simon wraps a hand around his throat, has him pinned against the wall before Johnny even realizes he’s been moved. “That’s not how you refer to me, Johnny.”

The smaller man smirks, licks his lips and leans forward so Simon’s nearly choking him. “You really are handsome, Sir.”

That earns him a backhand to the face, gets Simon a sharp exhale and wide eyes in return. “Watch the attitude. You’re already getting the beating you want so badly, bratting won’t get you anywhere with me.”

This time, Johnny’s “Yes, Sir,” sounds far more sincere. 

He pulls him away from the wall with a hand on his shoulder, sends him stumbling towards a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room with a smack to the ass. “Stand there, back to me.”

Johnny swings his ass as he walks, sends a sultry look over his shoulder. Simon is careful not to give him anything, just crosses his arms and stands tall.

He moves forward once Johnny’s leaned on the cross, straps his ankles and wrists into the attached cuffs and double checks he’s not cutting off any circulation. He stands in front of Johnny for a moment, cups his chin and stares deep into the sub’s eyes to try and get a feel for his headspace. His eyes are clear, sparking with anticipation.

Johnny smirks up at him. “You’re gonna beat me black and blue, aren’t you?”

Simon can’t help the twitch of his lips. “Oh, I’ll break you, boy.”

“You’ll try.”

That gets Johnny his second slap of the night, an open-palmed crack against his cheek.

“Watch it. You okay with being naked, or you wanna keep those little shorts on?”

Johnny snorts a laugh. “Take ‘em off, they’re hardly covering much anyway. Get the harness off, too?” 

Simon scowls at the expectant tone when he steps around Johnny, yanks his zipper down and leaves the shorts hanging loose around one ankle. He gives Johnny a few harsh blows to his ass, goes until his own palm buzzes pleasurably at the sting. If they were doing anything more than a little painplay, Simon would take the time to work on Johnny’s attitude.

“You just naturally a brat, is that it? You’ll speak to me with respect if you want your beating.”

That gets a moan, has Johnny shifting in his bindings. “Sorry, Sir.”

Simon gives his cheek a smart tap, then a squeeze. He’s got quite the ass, this Scotsman. Simon can’t wait to paint it red. He steps back after a moment of feeling him up, scans his options for the night where they hang against the wall.

He starts off with a flogger. It’s a lightweight thing, with thin leather tresses that’ll make for a nice but decently intense warmup to see if Johnny’s as much of a painslut as he claims. It’s light in his palm, and he swings it in the air a few times to stretch out his wrist and build up a bit of anticipation.

He starts laying strikes when Johnny starts wiggling again, paints them across the boy’s shoulder blades and a bit lower to turn him a light pink. His skin is tanned, so it takes a bit of work on his part. Johnny’s silent at first, still squirming around like he can hardly feel anything, so Simon increases the force of his swings at just a bit of a faster pace than he would’ve with another sub.

Johnny lets out a little sigh, like he’s relaxing into something pleasant, but he stays stiff and upright on the cross. No flinching, no cringing, no whimpering or whining.

Simon smiles to himself. First test, passed.

He continues his warm up, lays harder and harder strikes along Johnny’s shoulder blades and mid-back until he’s painted a nice rosy color, watches him settle a bit as the sting starts to sink in a bit more. By the end of the warm up, Simon loosened his dominant arm and wrist nicely, and set the tone well enough for Johnny to stay quiet and still.

At least, that’s what Simon thinks. Until he steps away to set down the flogger and pick his next tool, when Johnny looks over his shoulder with a confused look.

“That’s it?”

Simon raises an eyebrow. “That’s your warm-up.”

Johnny almost looks disappointed, resting his chin on his bicep. “Oh.”

Simon doesn’t speak, let’s Johnny stew in his own silence until he decides he’d like to finish his thought. It doesn’t take long.

“Are your twenty lashes gonna be like that?”

He fights down a smirk. “It’s a warm-up, Johnny. And you’ll be taking far more than twenty lashes, don’t start getting greedy.”

He doesn’t look fully mollified, but Johnny’s lips tilt up in the corner and he turns his head back to the wall. Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny’s back - God save him from bossy subs. If they were any more committed to each other, Simon would lock Johnny’s little prick up for an attitude like that. He’ll have to settle for humbling him with a few whips. Not the least fair trade-off in Simon’s mind.

He picks up a cat-o-nine with particularly thin leather tails, the type that should leave Johnny hissing if Simon uses it right.

He repeats his process, swings the tool through the air a few times to let Johnny hear it move, let him try and guess what’s coming. Again, he only makes contact once Johnny starts his squirming again.

He whips across the already pinked skin. Johnny sucks in a sharp breath at the first hit, releases it loudly and seems to steel himself for what’s coming. Simon can’t help his smirk now, laying lashes noticeably harder than he might with another sub.

There are clear markings across Johnny’s back where the tails hit, little raised red lines making a nice addition to the base color he’s already got going. It takes Johnny a bit longer to go still this time, takes a bit to settle into the pain but taking the whipping nicely once he does.

The color looks good on him. Johnny’s an incredibly muscular man, and the way he stiffens in anticipation of Simon’s next swing - the way his back muscles spasm a bit against his own will when he hits a particularly sensitive spot - has Simon chubbing up in his pants.

He lets out occasional little sighs at the sting, noises that seem entirely involuntarily as he starts to truly lean into the pain.

Simon adjusts his cock and gives Johnny a break after nearly 30 lashes, doesn’t say anything as he waits for whatever smart-ass remark he’ll get. He shifts back to the wall of tools as he waits, picks his next instrument.

Johnny doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t glance over his shoulder this time, stays nice and still, loose, like the pain is starting to get to him.

“They got anythin’ more intense back there? No offense, Sir, but it’s lookin’ like your bark is bigger than your bite from this end of the leather-”

Crack!

That gets a loud cry from Johnny, his head thrown back and his spine arching away from the pain. The bullwhip feels good, familiar, in Simon’s palm, and he turns it a bit as he watches Johnny blink wide-eyed, watches him sink back into the correct position with a stiffer posture.

“Still think you can take your twenty lashes?”

Johnny huffs, hangs his head and shakes out his shoulders as best he can in his bindings. Simon watches as he slowly unlocks each of his muscles, smirks at the sign of an experienced painslut. Johnny knows damn well that the tenser he is the more he’ll hurt, and as much of a whore as he might be for his whippings, twenty lashes with a bullwhip are hard to take even loose-limbed.

Simon lets the whip drag on the floor, then cracks it through the air next to Johnny’s side. He laughs when the boy nearly jerks himself off of his cross, let’s his voice echo menacingly in the room to work Johnny up a bit more.

“Gonna have to be still if you don’t want to hurt yourself, Johnny. Be good now.”

Johnny drops his head a bit, groans as he clearly talks himself into going still. He does so a moment later, body nearly deadweight against the cross.

“Attaboy,” Simon rumbles. He snaps the whip, watches the sharp stripe of red form on Johnny’s back and nearly smiles when he cries out again. “Start counting.

Crack!

“Ugh, fuck, th-three.”

“Nope, you didn’t count the first two. Start over.”

“You’re fucking kidd-?!”

Crack!

“Fine- shit, one!”

Crack!

“T-two, Christ…”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Johnny. Start over. With respect this time.”

He really does smile at the agonized sound Johnny lets out. Poor little maso, doesn’t even know what he’s got himself into by baiting Simon all night.

“We’ll do twenty-five, just to make sure all that nasty attitude is properly beaten out of you. Remember to watch your tone.”

Crack!

“One, Sir!”

“There you go, Johnny, good boy.”

Crack!

“Two, Sir!”

The lashes look very nice along Johnny’s back. Simon almost wants to step forward and trace them with his tongue, watch Johnny cry out at the sting soothed by the soft muscle, whip him across that same spot and watch him wail…

Crack!

“Five… five, Sir!”

Simon’s careful not to let the whip wrap around at any points, lands his lashes in firm safe-zones to avoid any serious injury. It’s got the extra perk of layering his lashes on top of each other, making Johnny scream when he gets one after the other in nearly the same spot.

Crack!

“Seven, Sir… fuck…”

He doesn’t allow himself to fully sink down as he whips Johnny, he knows he needs to stay alert in case his sub’s tone shifts to anything that indicates real danger, but he lets himself float into Domspace just a bit. He feels powerful as he whips Johnny.

“Ten, Sir!”

Johnny’s shoulders quivers, and Simon adjusts himself in his pants again. There’s something so satisfying about bringing such a large, strong, masculine man to his knees (metaphorically, of course, seeing as Johnny couldn’t fall to his knees if he wanted to, tied up as he is). Johnny had walked through that club like he owned the place, head thrown back and showing off every piece of his body he could get away with.

“T-Twelve, Sir!”

It feels good to put him in his place. To metaphorically grind his heel firmly onto Johnny’s back, have him literally writhing and shouting while tied to a cross, taking his lashes like a good boy. The sight of such sharp red lines over all those hills and valleys of muscles…

“Sev… seventeen!”

“Seventeen what?”

“Sir! Sir, sir, seventeen, sir!”

Crack!

“Ei-Eighteen, Sir! I’m sorry, so sorry, Sir…”

“That’s alright, you’re still doing good, Johnny. Check in with me - you alright to keep going?”

The look Johnny shoots over his shoulder is almost offended, and surprisingly put-together considering his previous cries. “Course, Sir. Am still green. Will let you know if am not.”

Simon almost snorts. “Back around. You’re not done taking your lashes.”

There’s a smile on his lips when Johnny obeys his command. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hm. Keep counting.”

Crack!

“Nineteen, Sir!”

Simon’s surprised Johnny’s as coherent as he is at this point. He’s never pushed quite so far with a play partner on the first night, but Johnny’s eyes had been nearly clear when he’d glanced over his shoulder, only a few light traces of tears down his cheeks.

Crack!

“Twenty-two! S-Sir!”

His last three lashes are the hardest, even though Johnny’s already taken so much. He wants the boy broken down to pieces, wants him sobbing and unable to control it, wants him trembling and gasping for air in Simon’s arms.

Johnny nearly screams the final numbers, each of them laid one over the other.

“Twenty-five! Twenty-five, S-Sir!”

“Hmm, good boy, Johnny. Took your lashes well for me.”

Simon lays the cruel whip back in its place, steps around in front of Johnny and cups his chin to raise his face and make eye-contact.

Those last few lashes did their job, Johnny already looks far more fucked out than he had only minutes earlier. The stream of tears down his face is constant now, but his brow is smooth and his lips quirk up into a little smile, giving Simon all of his weight and trusting him to hold him up.

Simon strokes his leather-clad thumb over Johnny’s chin. “Color?”

Johnny doesn’t answer right away, clearly focuses on cataloguing himself and the pain now that it’s not coming so consistently. Simon’s glad to see him take the time to answer truthfully, continues to stroke across his chin for a bit of comfort. Eventually, Johnny blinks back up at Simon and says, “Green, Sir.”

He can’t help but smile a little. “Want to go a little longer, then?”

That gets him a smirk. “If your arms aren’t tired yet.”

Simon backhands him, lets his chin go so he jerks into his own arm and muffles his groan into his bicep.

“Never met a brat who’s quite as much of a painslut as you. It’ll be fun to watch you beg.”

Johnny’s canines peek out behind his lips when he grins. “Do your worst, Sir.”

Simon gives him a sharp little tap to the cheek, another to his ass when he walks away. “I’ll make you regret that, Johnny. You’ll be sceamin’ yourself hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”

The gloves Simon slips on after taking his off are heavy, a little warmer than he’d usually like for daily use, but the sharp spikes down each of the fingers are what really matters. He tests one with a fingertip as he talks to Johnny, smirks at the sting.

“You wish. Haven’t had a Dom make me cry like that in years, you think you’ll be the one to break my streak?”

Simon smirks as he hovers just at Johnny’s side, feels the heat emanating from the sub’s body and watches sweat drip down his back.

“Oh, I know I will.”

He lands a sharp smack against Johnny’s bared ass, makes sure to curve his fingers just so to make sure Johnny feels each and every barb.

He yelps, jerks away from the sting and squirms a little in his binds. Simon bites his tongue to keep from laughing as he watches Johnny’s face go from teasing and a little dazed to shocked, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

He doesn’t wait for another response, only begins to rain down smacks on Jonny’s ass. He’s careful not to slam the spikes too deeply - doesn’t know how Johnny is with blood, doesn’t want the dungeon monitor to make it his business when Simon is so close to bringing Johnny down - but that doesn’t blunt the impact any. With the spacing of the spikes and his own fingers, it’s nearly impossible for him to not layer the hits over one another.

Simon angles himself just a little further forward, to get a better look at Johnny’s face as he starts to writhe, starts to try and run from the pain. His face is scrunched up beautifully, tears dripping down his chin and to the floor. He grits his teeth against moans.

They go like that for a bit. Simon moves himself fully behind Johnny to land slaps with both hands at once, spends some time with just Johnny’s upper thighs for a bit so they don’t feel neglected. His whole back is red, from shoulders to thighs, and the sight gives Simon that rush he’s been itching for all day.

When Johnny goes from moans to whimpers Simon moves to the front of the cross, places his gloved-hands lightly over Johnny’s chest to get his attention.

“Look at me, Johnny.” Simon waits, gives the sub as soft a smile he can when Johnny’s teary eyes meet his. “Color?”

It takes a moment, but Johnny stutters out, “G-green,” with a breathless pant, his body loose against the cross.

Simon hums as he wraps his arms around Johnny, presses his elbows tight to the boy’s ribs and places his hands firmly on Johnny’s shoulders. “Good boy.”

He drags down over the lashings, watches with rapt attention as Johnny screams.

His face goes red with it, veins popping in his neck, spit dribbling down his chin, body fighting to get away from the pain even tied as firmly to the cross as he is. Simon smiles, strokes his hands up and down in uneven patterns without easing the pressure.

“F-fuck, fuck, oh my God, sir- sir, I- fuck!”

“That’s it,” Simon chuckles, gives a few harder presses into place he knows Johnny’s more sensitive and relishes in the sound of his scream cracking. “Scream for me, boy, c’mon.”

He follows commands beautifully, Johnny. Simon’s not sure he’s ever been so satisfied watching a sub break down, watching them lose all control and go into the pain completely.

He lets himself indulge in Johnny’s pain-filled expression for as long as his boy can bear, drags his hands up and across his most sensitive spots, squeezes his ass a few times to reignite that sting.

Eventually Johnny manages to blink hazy eyes up at Simon, murmurs, “Yellow, Sir,” softly, tears still dripping down his cheeks and his breath hitching.

Simon can’t hold back his smile as he takes the gloves off, unchains Johnny and eases his limbs down. The Scot is all dead weight in his arms, but Simon’s more than strong enough to carry one subbie out of a showroom.

He’s careful with the way he carries Johnny so he doesn’t aggravate any painful spots - he hefts him over his shoulder, keeps a hand behind both of his knees to hold him steady and resists the urge to stroke his glowing ass, to feel how the heat emanates from it. There’s a little drunk giggle from over his back when he flips Johnny up.

The previous Dom and sub have cleared out the aftercare room just outside of the showroom, meaning Simon’s got free reign to coax his sub for the night down to planet Earth.

He lays him out, stomach down, on a long leather couch. The furniture’s upkeep cost must be insane considering how many sweaty bodies have laid across it, but it’s in pristine condition as Simon sits.

He tucks Johnny’s head into his lap, turns his face to the side and gives him long, slow pets down his mohawk. Johnny hums a bit at the contact, burrows his face deep into Simon’s stomach and reaches his free hand down to wrap around Simon’s ankle.

He’s endearing when he’s blissed out, his little face peaceful and his limbs loose, his back covered in Simon’s marks and his sub seemingly all the happier for it. He’ll have to get some soothing cream in a few minutes, have to properly take care of Johnny’s body when he’s not conscious enough to do it for himself.

But that can wait. For now, Simon leans his head against the back of the couch, continues his soothing motions through Johnny’s hair, and thinks about how he’ll coax the sub into another session sooner rather than later.

[tillthelandslide]

A/n: i don't know what this is but... I wrote something, woo? (This does not mean I'm back, this is literally the first thing I've written in god knows how long because I'm so frazzled atm and I doubt my brain will let me write anymore) thank those new photos of Matty in that grey shirt for whatever this is. P.s I've literally just wrote this before Im posting it so it has not been spell checked and probably has loads of grammatical issues lol. Love you byeeeee - Lou

Sweat still drips down his forehead, running along his cheek tortiously slow. Your eyes are focused, following the line, eyes landing on his upper lip and never leaving it. Even when his there, right in front of you, one hand clamping around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. Your own hands find his shoulders in response to the squeeze he delivers to your waist. A simple "you alright love?" falling from his lips, those same lips that you can't stop staring at.

Well actually it's just above the plump, red mouth that moves temptingly. A strip of hair you swore you hated at first, a fact you let him know, plenty. But tonight (and even before that), Matty with his tight grey shirt on and hair perfectly styled... Well you certainly didn't hate it now.

"come with me" the words leave your mouth heavily, laced with something more, something that sounds like "Matty I want you" to his ears. Your small hands tug him through the corridors back stage, he knows the way without looking, eyes trained on your lips now, all smirky and up to something.

"baby I've barely got off stage" he mumbles when you open the door to his dressing room. You push against his chest, the same chest that's been straining against the fabric of his shirt ever since he stepped foot on that stage.

"exactly" one more push and he's landing on the sofa with a little "omph". You're with him in a split second, legs hooking over his thighs one by one and lowering yourself until he can feel you pulsing above him and you can definitely feel him.

Hard and heavy and desperate. The few words you've uttered and the looks you've been throwing his way, definitely doing their job well.

"you looked so good tonight" you say, head finding a comfortable place by his throat, sucking and biting, drawing low grunts from his throat.

"just tonight?" He says. Oh he's in a mood, wanting you to tell him how bad you want him. And you'll tell him, of course you'll tell him.

"no... Not just tonight" your words aren't what makes his hips thrust up, it's the way after you say them your mouth finds his upper lip. Your tongue swipes over the hair and his hips work on their own accord.

It fucking kills him, makes him buck up and swear and grab your own hips, pining then down against his own and forcing you to roll them.

"fuck" he says, head moving up, further into your lips and tongue.

"thought you hated it" he says, straining his neck more until his mouth captures yours. You want to reply but his own tongue finds yours and your words get caught in your throat, if not for a moment..

Your lips separate with a smack and your eyes fall to his moustache again, coated in a mixture of you and him, a filthy mix that makes your hips roll against him and a moan to slip.

"definitely don't hate it then" he says with a smirk. You smile at him, thumb slowly running across the hair, collecting the mix and bringing it to your mouth. You slip it between your lips as you shake your head.

"definitely don't hate it" you confirm.

"fuck you're perfect" he waits until your thumb has slipped from your mouth and tugs you back, tongue meeting yours again and hips bucking.

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A small light flashed into one of your eyes and then the other before you were asked to follow its movement with both your eyes for a moment or two, the face in front of you trained on yours before they made the assessment that you were okay. You let out a heavy huff, your shoulders drooping as your head tilted back, stretching out your neck before you stood up, only it was a second too soon and you instantly wavered, hand shooting out for the chair beside you.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ called out from beside you, causing you to wince, “take this one home!”

“Boss, I’m fine!” You protested, squinting in his direction.

“Oh c’mon,” Tony called back, “why me?”

“Because you basically pistol whipped her!” Gibbs replied, smacking the back of his head.

“In fairness… I’m not used to the push back on that gun and I did not know she was right behind me.”

“Don’t care. Be glad you didn’t knock her out and that this was just a training exercise not out in the field.”

“The medic cleared me.” You gestured vaguely in the direction they’d disappeared in.

“I still don’t want you driving.” Gibbs shot you a sympathetic look and you let out a breath, “and take the rest of the weekend off.”

“Fine.” You admitted defeat, ripping off your vest and wandering to the sidelines to collect your things as Tony did the same. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up a fight when you started to walk towards your car instead of his, reluctantly tossing him the keys before heading toward the passenger door. “Try not to crash it.”

He muttered something unintelligible back to you as the two of you got into the car, throwing your gear into the backseat and getting settled. Tony had carpooled with you a small handful of times before, not needing much instruction on how to get to your place which you were thankful for, your head seemed to be hurting more now that you were whipping through the city streets. You closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out all the blurry shapes you were speeding by, hoping that would make it better.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough you barely registered it over the whir of the engine.

“Yeah.” You cracked open your eyes, looking over to him, “just a headache. Besides,” your lips twitched up into a smirk, “it’s not like you hit hard, we all know you’ve got a major weak left hook.”

“Oh come on!” He protested and you winced at the volume, shrinking toward the car door and he instantly frowned, “sorry.”

“S’okay. I know how loud you are, why do you think I wanted to wait for McGee?”

“Now you’re just being mean.” He taunted, “why must you hate me so?”

“Bold coming from the man who pistol whipped me today.”

“I said I was sorry.” He insisted, a dejected expression on his face but at least this time you laughed, your elbow finding home on the windowsill as your eyes fluttered shut again.

“Just drive Tony.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His lips flicked up into a grin as he turned his gaze back to the road, appreciating the silence of the drive after an extra long and overloaded day at work. He honestly did feel pretty terrible about how the hit went down, it had been completely on him and he was just thankful you were okay, not to mention now he could tease you about your hard head once you were healed. Throughout the drive he found his eyes flicking over to you, making sure you were still conscious, catching you staring out the window every so often, shifting in your seat to stay comfortable.

“Do you have a remote?” He asked, suddenly breaking you from your drowsiness.

“Huh?”

“For the garage.” He gestured and when you glanced up you realized you were already home.

“Oh.” Reaching into the backseat you dug around for your bag, finally finding your keys, pulling them and the attached FOB out to pass to Tony. You guided him to your parking stall, mentioning that you’d call an Uber for him to get back to work and his car.

“Ohoho,” he chuckled, “you’re not free from me yet, Gibbs would probably have me hunted down if I didn’t make sure you were upstairs alright.”

It was your turn to chuckle softly, “you’re not wrong.” Grabbing your bag from the back seat you stepped out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you, “come on...”

Anthony let out a small laugh, cautiously following you to the elevator a little closer than he normally would, ready to make sure you were steady on your feet now after the twenty minute drive. Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoes, dumping your coat and bag on the kitchen island with a groan, rubbing at your temples before your hands ran over your face.

“There’s a few beers in the fridge.” You murmured.

“Really don’t think you should be drinking.” He replied and you laughed quietly.

“For you, not me. I need a shower, and you need something to distract yourself from the fact that I’m naked in the next room.” You teased with a smirk, pulling an offended scoff from Tony.

“You know I’m not all boobs and butts right?”

“Oh I know.” You laughed, stepping forward to pinch his cheek, “you like to have this whole playa game going on but you’re really a big ass softie. Otherwise you would’ve left me in the parking lot at work.” You flicked the tip of his nose as he let out a playful laugh, watching you disappear deeper into the house, the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut behind you.

Tony glanced through your apartment, it was always tidier than his, more organized but he could tell that you’d been pretty distracted, more focussed on work recently than keeping up around the house. Feeling bad considering he was likely the reason you needed an extra break over the next couple of days he let out a breath, snagging one of the aforementioned beers from the fridge before he started on his task.

He collected the couple of coffee mugs and single wine glass from the coffee table, sniffing at the take out container before deciding to toss it in the trash. The blankets on the couch got folded, left neatly laid over the back of it before he piled up the notebooks and books on the table into a nice little pile. He was about to take out the trash when he realized he should probably go through the fridge first, adding in anything else that needed to be taken out, stuffing it into the bag and propping the door open so he could dart down the hall.

When he was back he started on the dishes, attempting to find the appropriate places for the dishes you’d already cleaned before turning on the tap and starting on the dirty ones.

You weren’t sure if it was the heat of the water or the jolt to the head that was fogging up your brain but you knew it was finally time to get out of the shower when the water was running cold. You did your best not to grumble as you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry off with before padding through the bedroom to find your comfiest pyjamas.

You were about to drop into bed when you realized not only was the water cup on your nightstand empty but your stomach was growling. Picking up the cup you wandered out to the other side of your apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight of Tony in your kitchen.

“You’re still here?” You asked, your voice a little groggy as Tony turned around to face you.

“I figured you should eat.” He shrugged.

“You cooked?”

“It’s packaged ramen, don’t get your hopes too high.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, moving to the sink to fill up your cup.

“Probably better than nothing.” You bumped his shoulder with your own, “thanks.”

“I fucked up today.” He let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cupboards to find a bowl, “it’s the least I can do. Besides, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I’m fine Tony.”

“You could be concussed.” He reminded you, handing you a bowl, “so eat this, drink some water and you let me know the second you feel nauseous or have some kinda migraine. I’ll the take the couch, catch up on tonight’s game” he gestured toward it, “it’ll be chill.”

“Alright.” You let out a small laugh, shooting him a smile as you scooped up your bowl of ramen to settle at the kitchen island.

He ate with you, keeping things quiet, every so often a comment or joke would come from one of the two of you until bowls and cups were empty and the exhaustion began to seep in. Yawning you rubbed at your eyes, letting out a little shiver before Tony was triple checking any symptoms and how you were feeling. After he was sure you were okay, he sent you off down the hallway to climb into bed. You waved in the general direction of the fridge, saying something about how he was more than welcome to finish off the beers, you hadn’t liked that variety anyways and then you were behind closed doors with the lights off.

*

Sunlight was streaming through your curtains and you were cursing yourself for not closing them properly the night prior. Having not set an alarm you were entirely unsure what time it was, thankful that Gibbs had given you the day off and there was no reason to stress about potentially being late. Rolling onto your back you stretched your body out, assessing the pain behind your eyes before you even thought about opening them, hand raised to your face you delicately pressed against your temple, cringing at the tenderness when you did so, knowing there must be a bruise but otherwise things felt fine.

Upon sitting up and checking your phone you noticed it was nearing eleven thirty, still early enough to be called morning but late enough to be considered a sleep in. As you pushed the blankets back you shivered in the cool morning air, digging a hoodie out from your closet to tug on before you wandered into the outer apartment.

The first thing that made your brow furrow was the smell of fresh coffee, the second was something sizzling on the stove and the third was the sight of DiNozzo standing in your kitchen.

“Tony?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep and he turned around, flicking the burner to low.

“Hey…” he greeted with a warm smile, stepping toward you as you moved through the room, instantly frowning at the bruise on your temple.

“I thought you went home after I went to bed.”

“I told you I was gonna stay, didn’t I?” His thumb and forefinger tenderly cupped your chin, turning your face to get a better look at the bruise as he winced.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your gaze redirected to the living room, noticing the blankets tossed across the couch.

“It was nothing.” His gaze was still examining your temple, eyes tracing the lines to make sure he hadn’t accidentally broken the skin anywhere.

“I mean you could’ve at least joined me in bed, that couch is shit for sleeping on.”

Considering he still had your head tilted away from him you missed the way his shoulders tensed, how his cheeks began to flush at your words. He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing across your cheek before he dropped his hand and ducked his gaze, turning back to the stove.

“It was doable for one night.”

“Why are you getting all flustered?” You prodded at his ribs with your fingers, causing him to swat you away, “we’ve shared hotel rooms before, why do you think we couldn’t platonically share a bed, it’s not like I have cooties.”

“Okay no—”

Your head tilted as you finally saw the counter, cutting him off before you meant to, “I had avocado?”

“You didn’t.” He let out a tiny huff, his lips curving into a soft smile, “I figured you were gonna be out for a few days and you fridge was pretty empty. So I put in a small grocery order and you’re always bragging about those avocado egg bagel sandwiches,” he sheepishly shrugged, “I was just gonna put it away and take off but I got hungry waiting for it to get here.”

“Tony…” you pinched at his elbow softly, looking up at him with a warm smile your face, your hand lingering on his arm, “you’re being ridiculously adorable right now, you know that?” You watched as he let out a breath of a laugh, his cheeks turning pink as you felt warmth spread through your chest when he caught your gaze. His finger curled under your chin, thumb stroking across your skin gently,

“Maybe that’s cause I think you’re ridiculously adorable.”

“Oh and he’s a smooth talker.” You teased with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, closing the gap between you as your arms loosely wound around his waist, “good thing he’s a cute one.” Your lips brushed his skin before finally settling on his lips, softly kissing him and he kissed you back, grin on his cheeks as you stepped back. His hand cupped your cheek before he instantly got distracted by the bruise again.

“God, how bad does it hurt?”

“It’s kinda throbbing, but hey, could be worse, you could have got me in the eye, I could be blind.”

“Awee,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “but then you could’ve gotten a really cute emotional support puppy.”

You practically snorted out a laugh, turning to boop him on the nose, “I think I like this really cute puppy better.”

“You did not just call me a puppy.”

“You like to think you’re a rottweiler when you’re actually just a golden retriever Tony, don’t lie to yourself.” You popped up on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek, “and thank you.” You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes it made his chest flood with happiness, “for all of this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Smiling, his hand cupped your cheek again, just brave enough to duck down and steal another kiss that you giggled into. “So does this mean I don’t have to bum it on the couch next time?”

“For cuddles only.” You teased, “you’ve gotta buy a girl dinner first.”

He let out an exaggerated groan, “and homemade breakfast counts for nothing?” You laughed, pulling down a couple of mugs for coffee.

“It counts as the official end all apology for this.” You pointed to the bruise on your head.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Tony tugged you back to him, unable to resist snagging another kiss, never wanting the softness and warmth of this morning to go. While it may not have come to be in a way that either of you expected, there was no doubt that you were both incredibly happy about it. And that was apparent as he tucked you under his arm on the couch, satisfied groans over delicious food and hot coffee as you chose something to watch together, smiles on your cheeks as laughter drifted through the air and you got cozy with the new dynamic you never wanted to let go of.

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GUARDED

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), mention of blood, guns.

word count: 9.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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

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again mdni you have been warned.

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

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americannightmarecody replied to your story: yall must be dating because ain’t no way this is Jimmy

uceyjucey replied to your story: you got him hooked on you sis 😭😭

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: girrrrrl this gotta be Jimmy magic work

zillafatu replied to your story: avoiding my messages I sent you I see he must be putting in that work baby girl

trinity_fatu replied to your story: imma fuck you up when I catch you

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uceyjucey replied to your story: yall two are made for each other bc why is she like this?🤣

jadecargill replied to your story: GIGI PUT EM DOWN 🤣🤣

romanreigns replied to your story: when is yall gonna make it official? Instead of doing this private shi im tryna meet her dawg

trinity_fatu replied to your story: you gon stop playing with me Jonathan I fucking hate you

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: WAIT A MIN IS THAT GENESIS??

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Charlotte, Greensboro - 8:30AM

The melodious chirping of birds filled the air as golden sunlight streamed through the curtains. In the cozy Airbnb, everyone enjoyed a peaceful slumber, savoring the weekend before Monday arrived. Genesis and Jimmy nestled together in bed, her head resting gently on his chest while he lay on his back, snoring softly like a contented bear.

Genesis was the first to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She found herself nestled against Jimmy's chest, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist. A rumble from her stomach reminded her of her hunger, prompting her to rise and prepare breakfast for everyone before they awoke.

She tried to shift Jimmy's arm from her waist, but he only pulled her in tighter, his face nestled against her neck. With a soft sigh, she wondered how to free herself from this big boy's embrace. Glancing down, she couldn't help but admire his handsome features as he slept soundly, his face buried in her neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she gently massaged his scalp, eliciting a deep groan from his lips. His hand slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks with a firm squeeze, which brought a playful grin to her face.

Her stomach rumbled once more, prompting a deep sigh as she tried to escape his hold, but then his deep voice broke through her thoughts.

“Gigi, where you going?” Jimmy inquired with a low, gravelly voice that hinted at his drowsiness.

She looked down at him, noticing his barely open eyes fixed on her, sending a shiver down her spine, particularly due to the deep timbre of his morning voice.

“I’m hungry, I gotta fix us something to eat, you can go back to sleep.” Genesis responded with a softer tone.

She could feel his soft, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline, making her want to linger in bed with him just a bit longer. “Stay in bed with me baby.”

“Jimmy, I gotta cook breakfast honey.” A new nickname slipped from her lips as Jimmy began rubbing circles around her ass cheeks before giving her ass a smack. “Let someone else do it, I’m tryna stay in the bed with you.”

Genesis felt his aroused member pressing against her wetness, prompting a playful chuckle from her.

“Nah, you tryna eat something else and that has to wait pretty boy.”

“But you wet for me ain’t you? I can feel her.” His fingers glided down to her clit, gently massaging it in slow, circular motions that made her let out a soft moan.

He looked up at her, noticing her dazed expression as he gently slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and moisture that enveloped him. She was incredibly aroused, and he reveled in it—a soft gasp escaped her lips while Jimmy showered her neck with tender kisses, listening to her gentle moans.

“you hear that baby? you hear how super wet you are for me? Hmm, so fucking wet.” Jimmy murmured between her neck. 

“J-Jimmy, I have to g-go—“ She began to speak, but his lips swiftly silenced her, sealing her words as his tongue danced within her mouth while his fingers moved rhythmically in and out.

“Stay yo’ cute ass right here so I can fuck this pussy out.” He continued to delve his fingers deep inside her, expertly finding her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

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

“keep clenching on my fingers baby. taking my fingers so good baby.”

“am i daddy?”

“Yes baby, yes.” As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she felt herself lost in a galaxy of ecstasy, breathlessly calling out his name, proclaiming her devotion as his and his alone.

With her eyes shut tight, Genesis tilted her head back in ecstasy, surrendering to the waves of pleasure as his fingers relentlessly stimulated her g-spot, sending her spiraling into a blissful trance.

“Look at me Gigi.” In an instant, she obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open to connect with his rich, dark gaze. As she bit her lower lip, his fingers picked up speed, urging her to arch her back in pleasure.

“F-fuckk, Jimmy.” She let out a soft cry, completely engulfed by the waves of pleasure he was giving her.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you princess? Such a good girl for me.” He snarled as he plunged his fingers deep into her drenched core. “Talk to me baby.”

“It feels so good Jimmy, so goodd.” He maintained his steady rhythm, pushing his fingers in and out with fluidity.

Their lips met with an intense fervor, engulfing them in a whirlwind of passion—Genesis struggled to keep up, swept away by the wave of pleasure that coursed through her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, yearning for liberation, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He could feel her approaching the brink of bliss, as his fingers expertly caressed her g-spot, driving her closer to the height of pleasure.

The only noise that echoed around them was the steady rhythm of his palm meeting her soft skin, as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with a smooth elegance.

“Gonna cum, it’s coming Jimmy. fuck it’s coming.” Genesis exhaled, her legs trembling beneath her.

“I can feel her mamas, let it all out for daddy.” Jimmy encouraged her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl so fucking pretty.” 

She surrendered completely, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her climax surged through her like an overwhelming tidal wave. Her warm, creamy essence coated his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the exquisite sensitivity of his caress.

The fluid cascaded down to her most private region as he tenderly slid his fingers in and out, keeping a deliberate pace before ultimately pulling them away.

He stared at his fingers, slick with the rich, creamy mixture, relishing the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

Genesis gasped for breath, her chest heaving from the powerful climax she experienced earlier this morning, while Jimmy tenderly kissed her neck to soothe her racing heart.

“You still gon’ make some breakfast for everybody?” He asked.

“Mhm, especially for a big man like yourself.” She managed to get out while still catching her breath.

“I hope I didn’t wake nobody up because of you, you fucking idiot.” Genesis shoved him playfully as she got up from his grasp while heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Jimmy placed his hands behind his head watching her purposefully sway her hips to gain his attention to come take a shower with her and he did go inside of the bathroom while shutting the door behind him.

As Genesis finished preparing breakfast, everyone was already awake, enjoying their meals in the living room or gathered around the dining table, engrossed in a show on the TV. She set her own plate aside and began to prepare one for Jimmy when suddenly, she felt two sets of arms encircle her waist.

The moment she caught a whiff of his signature body wash and lotion, she recognized it was Jimmy. He nestled his neck against her shoulder, watching her prepare his plate. Meanwhile, Jey and Jade observed the couple in the kitchen, noting how Genesis's face radiated joy with every little gesture from Jimmy.

“They got to be fucking on the low, I never seen Genesis this happy.” Jey said as Jade nodded her head in agreement.

“I mean they post each other a lot on their stories on Instagram so they must be very close.” Jade responded.

“Did she give you any details?” Jade shot him a questioning glance, curious if Jimmy had shared any insights about his relationship with Genesis.

The couple was caught in a playful exchange, with Jimmy leaning closely against her as he admired her. Jade's attention was drawn to a ring on Genesis's left hand, a promise ring that looked just like the one Genesis had shared on her social media.

As they pieced together the clues, she nudged Josh and said, "Hey, your brother gifted her a promise ring for her birthday! Look, that's the same one she shared in her story." Jade then revealed Genesis's highlights, titled 'lover🩷'.

They were looking into whether Jimmy and Her were in a relationship, as it seemed they were putting on a facade around them. This was understandable, given their desire for privacy. It was during this time that Jey noticed Jimmy's tattoo in one of the highlights.

“Yeah, they’re most definitely dating on the low. You think Gigi will give him the green light for them to make it official?” He asked.

“Most definitely, Genesis is happy with your brother. And he’s been taking care of her since we should’ve known the moment they share that kiss together at the club and the signs were there too.” She said.

“We dumb as hell.” Him and Jade chuckled at each other.

As Jimmy tenderly pressed gentle kisses along her neck, his hands explored her curves, playfully nibbling on her earlobe. "Make sure to add an extra slice of bacon for me, darling."

“Jimmy, you have to save the rest for everyone else who wants extras.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody finna have extras. They finna be full after one whole plate c’mon mamas please.” His desperate kisses brushed against her neck, making their way to her left cheek, as she let out a sigh while placing another strip of bacon on his plate.

She set the tongs atop the bowl, reached for her plate, and passed Jimmy his as they stepped outside to relish the refreshing breeze, escaping the crowd inside.

Genesis settled into her chair, with Jimmy taking a seat beside her as they started their breakfast. While they ate, Genesis browsed her social media, noticing a flurry of likes on her earlier story, including yet another message from Zilla.

Ever since he sent her those photos of her and Jimmy at the mall, she has been avoiding him, terrified that he continues to stalk her—making her feel utterly unsafe.

“Damn, Gigi. This is so good you gotta feed me forever mamas.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him.

“You know imma feed you honey, you my man of course.” Genesis said as her eyes lit up when she said that as she looked at Jimmy who was smirking at her noticing her slip up.

“I’m your what mamas?” 

She tried to play dumb with him, “I don’t know whatchu talkin’ about sir.”

“Un-Un, say it like you mean it baby.” He longed for her to echo her previous words—he yearned for her to assert her connection to him just as he had embraced her.

Genesis feigned ignorance, focusing on her meal until the sound of his chair scraping against the floor made her glance up, her gaze meeting his imposing height as he stood before her.

He gently set her phone aside and shifted her food on the table to prevent any spills, then they swapped places—he settled into her chair while she perched on his lap, his hands firmly gripping her hips to hold her steady.

“Say that again baby.” Jimmy said softly.

“What?” Genesis feigned ignorance as she probed him, all the while feeling his grip tighten around her throat, drawing her face nearer to his. “That I’m yo’ man Gigi, why you keep playing with me?”

“I’m not playing with you big daddy.” Her voice became a gentle whisper as she gazed into his rich, chocolate-brown eyes, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. “Then claim me just like how I be claiming you princess.”

She hesitated to claim what was hers, afraid it might drive him away. The concern in her eyes was evident as he tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere baby you know I’m yours Gigi.”

“I know. I’m just scared that’s all.”

“Well I’m yo’ man right?”

She sighed while rolling her eyes playfully, “yes you is my man and I gotta take care of you honey.” Genesis smiled at him while cradling his chin rubbing against his beard as she felt him kiss her neck.

She cherished how he expressed his love and affection, fully aware that it was exactly what she needed—and he truly grasped her essence. “You gon’ take care of me baby?” He says while placing wet kisses on her neck.

“Yes, imma take care of you Jimmy. I’ll give you all of the massages in the world, especially after your matches. Feed you. Stroke you or suck you up.” Jimmy envisioned her devouring his very essence, while he released his warmth across her features; the thought alone made him throb with desire.

“Hmm, you gon’ lemme paint on that pretty ass face?”

“Yes, honey I will swallow it too and show you.” She felt him smack her ass as she felt his stiff member against her grey Nike shorts. “You so nasty baby, my pretty little baby.” All of these compliments he was throwing her way made her blush something she hasn’t felt in a while after being with Quincy for five years.

They playfully exchanged flirtations as they wrapped up their breakfast in the backyard, with her perched on his lap, engaged in conversation while he gently stroked her thighs.

She elaborated on how her father was absent from her life until her mother found a new partner, leading her to meet her stepfather. Although she had once wished for a bond with her biological father, as time passed, she found herself drifting away from that desire, growing increasingly attached to her stepfather instead.

Jimmy appreciated her honesty about her past, something he had longed for from the start. He was even considering booking a flight for her to meet his parents, especially since he had noticed his dad frequently commenting on her social media posts.

“Is yo’ people still around? I would love to meet them.” Jimmy asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, they live in Atlanta right now I’m telling you they be moving around a lot.” Genesis said.

“Understandable, when can I meet them because I want you to meet my people.” Her eyes widened in surprise at his request for her to meet his family. The thought of facing his parents filled her with dread, as she always feared such encounters—anxious about whether they would accept her.

Quincy's parents held a low opinion of her, mistakenly believing she was after their son's wealth, despite the fact that he had little to offer. Meanwhile, Genesis was a successful journalist with her own career, making the idea of her being a gold digger utterly nonsensical.

“Whenever you wanna go to Atlanta to meet them honey.” 

“Well, do you want to meet my people first then?”

“Um, yeah sure.” Jimmy detected the hesitation in her tone as he arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t sound too sure about it.”

“No, I am. I just hope they like me and don’t think I’m a gold digger.” He knew that she was referring to Quincy as he intertwined his fingers with hers—kissing them gently. “My family is going to love you, including my mama.”

A radiant smile spread across her face as she nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her, lifting the burdens from her shoulders, and she clung to the hope that his words about his family were indeed genuine.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She said.

“A’ight then mama, let’s head back inside before they start trippin.”

Genesis and Jade splashed around in the pool, exchanging juicy gossip about the latest happenings in the ladies' locker room, eager to uncover the secrets of who was involved with whom.

While they were chatting away, Genesis's phone chimed, drawing her attention. She quickly stepped out of the pool to check who was messaging her, suspecting it was Jimmy asking for some photos since he was at the gym with his brother and Cody.

As she clicked on the message, a wave of dread washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, twisting it in knots. The screen revealed yet another mysterious message from Zilla, accompanied by a snapshot of her and Jade splashing in the pool. She glanced around, searching for the unseen observer capturing these intimate moments.

That’s when she read the message that he had sent.

Unknown Number: Damn you looking hella good in that bathing suit baby girl I’m surprised Jimmy hasn’t fucked you yet—hell probably didn’t even touch you just remember once you slip up you ass is mine 😈

Her heart raced with excitement upon reading the message; she needed to inform Jimmy right away. Just then, Jade emerged from the pool, drawing her attention as she approached to find out what was happening.

“Gigi? You good?” Jade asked as Genesis looked at her.

Jade sensed that something was amiss when she noticed the fear reflected in Genesis' eyes. Her gaze shifted to her phone, and she quickly snatched it up, recalling the message she had just read along with the photos of her and Genesis enjoying their time in the pool.

She noticed Genesis was experiencing a panic attack, pulling her close against her damp chest before she spoke. "No way are we letting this happen to you again, Gigi. You deserve happiness. Send this to Jimmy right now," she urged, gently patting Genesis on the back in an effort to soothe her.

Genesis's hands trembled as she sent the screenshot to Jimmy, desperate to uncover who was invading her privacy. She couldn't even savor her weekend, knowing Zilla had someone snapping photos of her without permission. The anxiety consumed her, making each breath feel like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“Breathe In and Out Gigi, he’s not going to get you. We are here for you okay?” Genesis nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

As she glanced at her phone, they noticed it vibrate, revealing a message from Jimmy in response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: When was this?

She let go of Jade and texted him back.

Gigi🤍: a few minutes ago I thought it was you texting me for some pictures or something come to find out it was your cousin I feel like he has someone to take pictures of me and I’m scared Jimmy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: don’t worry Gigi, we gonna get em fasho me and Jey finna find out who it is and they will be dealt with aight?

Gigi🤍: okay just be careful ion want nun happening to you 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: baby yk imma be strapped just in case aight? I gotchu mama

Gigi🤍: okay daddy 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep on Gigi 

Gigi🤍: what daddy? I’m not doing anything 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight imma see you when I get home 

Gigi🤍: 🙃🙃

After texting Jimmy about the situation, she finally found her composure. She suggested to Jade that they should go inside the house before Zilla sends her any more pictures.

They both returned indoors, securing the sliding door as Genesis ascended the stairs to enjoy a refreshing shower and change into something cozy.

At the gym, Jimmy was focused on his bench press, with Jey standing by as his spotter, ready to assist if needed. However, Jey's mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of tracking down the individual who had been invading Genesis's privacy by snapping her pictures.

He was infuriated by that screenshot of Zilla and the images of her; he was eager to uncover the identity of the person responsible so he could crush them into the dirt.

“So what’s happening now twin?” Jey asked.

“We gotta find this fucking person who is taking these pictures of Gigi, ion like that shit.” Jimmy replied, lifting the metal bar high before lowering it back to his chest.

Jey raised an eyebrow at him, “it’s happening again? I thought we already dealt with Zilla ass twin?”

“Nah, he got someone else to do his dirty work for him knowing that we’ll catch his ass and we need to find out who this person is before shit gets worse.” Jey nodded in assent as he assisted his brother, carefully repositioning the metal bar onto the safety pins on the rack.

Jimmy rose from the bench, clutching his water bottle. He took a refreshing sip, feeling the cool liquid cascade into his stomach, before setting the bottle down beside him.

“How’s Gigi feeling about this?” He asked.

“She feels scared and worried about it twin, I don’t want her feeling like that.” Jimmy says with a heavy sigh.

Jey came towards Jimmy’s way patting him on his back as Jimmy looked up at him, “look uce, we gonna spin the block and find this person along with handling their asses aight?” Jimmy smiled at his twin brother dabbing him up as they hugged it out.

“Don’t worry we're gonna handle it and I’ll be right there with you.”

Once they finished their workouts, he and Jey set out to uncover the mystery behind the photos of Genesis. They cruised around the neighborhood, determined to track down the photographer, especially near the Airbnb where they were spending their weekend in Charlotte.

“Did Gigi say anything about what the person looked like?” Jey asked.

“Nah, she just sent me the screenshot of what Zilla had sent her.” Jimmy responded while driving around the neighborhood.

“Damn, we ain’t finna catch this fool if we don’t know what he looks like.” Jimmy and his twin brother made a pact to spend the entire night cruising around the block in search of this individual.

“Look, let’s just head back to the crib and wait it out to catch em.”

“A’ight then.” As Jimmy shifted the car into reverse, maneuvering it around before switching back to drive, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He couldn't shake the hope that they would track down the person responsible for those unsettling photos as they made their way home.

—

At last, they arrived home. Jimmy pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. Stepping out of the driver's seat, he closed the door with a soft thud. He glanced around cautiously before securing the car door with a click, then fumbled with his keys as he prepared to unlock the house.

While he was engaged in that task, he and Jey heard a faint crack of a branch, drawing their attention. They scanned their surroundings again, suspecting it was just an animal scurrying through the yard. Once inside the house, they wiped their feet on the mat before proceeding.

In the living room, Jade was spotted among the crowd, either engaged in a game of Uno or absorbed in her phone. Meanwhile, Jimmy's gaze swept across the room, looking for Genesis, but she was conspicuously absent.

“Aye, where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“I think she’s upstairs, sleeping right now.” Jade responded as Jimmy nodded his head—heading upstairs towards the bedroom that they were sharing together.

As he swung the door open, he caught sight of her resting serenely in bed, one leg propped up and the other dangling down, forming a playful number four shape that made him chuckle. He quietly closed the door behind him and made his way toward her.

Draped in a snug brown nightgown that accentuated her figure, she wore a bonnet that accompanied her during her afternoon slumbers. As he approached, he gently pulled the blankets away, causing her to shift slightly in her dreams.

As he pressed his knee onto the bed, it dipped under his weight, and his hands glided over her curves. He leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her neck, eliciting a soft whine from her lips as she attempted to push away whoever was intruding behind her.

Without hesitation, he seized her by the ankles, pulling her slumbering form toward the bed's edge before nestling between her legs. Jimmy started to plant soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her neck.

He slid her nightgown straps down, revealing her breast as it spilled out. He took one in his hand, swirling his tongue around the nipple, making her squirm beneath him. Meanwhile, his fingers gradually found their way to her clit, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions.

Genesis stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she caught sight of Jimmy nursing at her breast.

“J-jimmyy, I was sleeping good.” Genesis let out a frustrated whine, prompting a chuckle from him.

He gently withdrew from her embrace, realizing her nightgown had slipped down to her waist, leaving her partially exposed before him—he pressed his lips to hers tenderly before gazing down at her.

“My fault mamas, just wanted to wake you up to something good.” As Jimmy kissed her jawline, his fingers danced in circular motions over her clit.

“J-Jimmy, honey.”

“What mamas? Daddy is craving his princess right now after not seeing her all day.” His voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill down her spine as her breath caught in her throat. “You can have me later, baby.”

“But I want you right now Gigi.” Just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock on the door interrupted them, prompting Jimmy to pull his hands away from beneath her nightgown and move towards the entrance.

He cracked the door open, revealing his twin brother with his arms crossed, waiting patiently.

“What’s up Twin?” Jimmy asked.

“Jade said she had heard something moving in the backyard where the pool is at and sounds like snapping outside from a camera.” Jey responded.

Jimmy looked back at Genesis then his brother before saying anything, “A’ight, let’s go check it out to see if it’s the same person who taking these photos of Gigi.” Jey had nodded his head telling him that he’ll wait on Jimmy to come downstairs to see the situation.

Jimmy approached Genesis, gently kissing her forehead while she tidied herself up. She noticed him retrieving his Glock from the dresser and sliding it into the waistband of his Nike shorts.

“I’ll be back Gigi.” He swung the door open, closing it firmly behind him as he descended the stairs, heading towards Jey, eager to discover what was unfolding outside.

They scanned their environment, ensuring that nothing suspicious was happening nearby—until a rustle caught their attention, prompting them to turn and glimpse a shadowy figure lurking in the background.

At first, Jimmy couldn't identify the creature, thinking it was just an animal, until it shifted again, revealing something in its hands. Jey quickly realized it was a face he nearly recognized, and as he approached, the features became unmistakable.

The person made eye contact with Jey with their eyes being wide open as they tried to make a run for it. “Aye! Bitch ass boy!” Jey ran after the person causing Jimmy to follow behind him.

Unbeknownst to the individual, these two men were seasoned football players, making them significantly quicker. As the person sprinted and leaped over fences, the duo effortlessly matched their pace, hot on their heels.

“Don’t fucking run!” Jey yelled at the individual trespassing into a neighbor's yard.

The individual was causing a ruckus, attempting to trip up Jimmy and Jey, but their plan backfired as they turned to find both of them closing in.

They relentlessly pursued the individual, who appeared to be growing weary from all the running. As the person attempted to scale a high surface, Jey swiftly yanked them down by the legs, gripping the hem of their hoodie, and delivered a powerful right hook to their face.

“Remove the fucking hoodie from their head.” Jimmy insisted while Jey pulled the hoodie off the person's head, and their eyes widened in shock.

“Quincy?”

—

Genesis anxiously walked in circles, her heart racing with worry for Jimmy and Jey. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and to her dismay, the last person she wanted to confront stood before her, flanked by Jimmy and Jey.

“Q-Quincy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Genesis questioned him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Quincy remarked.

“We found this fool behind the backyard taking pictures of you, fool had us chasing after his ass.”

Genesis stood with her arms crossed as Jimmy threw her the camera. She scrolled through the photos he had captured, her eyes widening when she stumbled upon the nude shots. Glancing up at Jimmy and then back at the camera, she offered a forced smile. Sensing her discomfort, he approached her, peering at the screen and noticing the revealing images, which made him cast a downward glance at Quincy.

“You’re a fucking creep why would you take these photos of me?” She asked.

“How else was I supposed to give you back all the money that I apparently stole.” He said.

Genesis scoffed at him, “you did steal all of my money, my hard earned money just so you could spend it all on that bitch you cheated on me with.”

Quincy had rolled his eyes at her smacking his teeth, “you still on that? I said I was sorry and that it happened so fast, I can see that you’d move on quickly after me.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now coming from his lips.

“What? You mad?”

“Yeah, I am mad because you moved on after divorcing me so you can be with this Samoan bitch.” Jimmy pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of Genesis.

“He’s your new nigga right?”

She gazes at Jimmy as he briefly meets her eyes before shifting his focus back to Quincy, who wears a smug grin. Genesis was determined to keep their relationship private, along with the secret of what she and Jimmy shared behind closed doors. It was no one else's concern; all that mattered was that he was her man and she was his woman—nothing more, nothing less. “It’s none of your business if he’s my nigga or not he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

Quincy chuckled at her, “that’s funny coming from you, I bet he hasn’t even touched you yet since you are all about being celibate and shit. He probably don’t know how to fuck you right like I can.” Genesis sensed Jimmy's hand resting on her waist, which drew Quincy's gaze as Jimmy attempted to discreetly indicate that they should find a secluded spot before he lost his composure.

Quincy is aware that he is getting under Jimmy's skin, provoking him in every possible way to observe his reactions. “Don’t keep him waiting too long or he’ll just find some pussy somewhere else I know his type.”

“You don’t know shit bitch, keep on.” Jimmy spat.

“Oh trust me I know enough, I know that your cousin should’ve finished the job but instead you have pretty white boy over here coming to save the day for poor Gigi.” Cody glanced over, bewildered, as he found himself caught in their discussion. “Maybe if he would’ve mind his business your cousin would’ve finished the job.”

Jimmy gripped Genesis' waist firmly, his fingers nearly pressing into her skin, but she welcomed it, understanding that he relied on her—she was his anchor, the only one who could soothe him apart from his brother and friends.

That’s when Cody had chimed in, “are you out of your fucking mind? Like what the fuck is wrong with you? Gigi is my best friend—their fucking cousin almost raped her and you think that’s okay?”

Quincy shrugged his shoulders not caring, “should’ve got the job done, you got all of these Samoan niggas all up on you thinking you sum special when you ain’t even all that Gigi.”

“Nigga, fuck you! You’ve put me through hell and back. You just mad because you wasn’t getting no pussy from me! But forced me to give it to you! And then have the fucking audacity to nut inside of me without my consent and I ended up getting pregnant and losing our child because of you!” Genesis shouted, feeling her heart pounding out of her chest.

Quincy just chuckled at her some more while sighing deeply, “maybe you should’ve just gave me some pussy Gigi then I wouldn’t have to force sex on you.”

Genesis wanted to run up on him and slap him in his face but Jimmy had held her back while shaking his head. “Bitch! I was not finna give you none! Especially if you hadn’t gone to get check out after you fuck that bitch to see if you had anything!”

Quincy looked at Jimmy then back at Genesis, “you fucked her yet? Or is she making you wait? Because trust me nigga she does have some good ass pussy. Shit you ass probably ain’t even better than me, can’t even hit all the right angles in her shit.”

A sinister chuckle escaped Jimmy as he nodded knowingly, his mind racing with thoughts shared with Genesis. They both understood the way he could make her moan and tug at his hair during their intimate moments. But would he dare to reveal that? Absolutely not.

“Imma let you assume whatever bitch, just know she’s safe with me.” Jimmy responded with a deep voice.

“So you working for our fucking cousin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, he contacted me about his situation with her and said he’ll pay me to pay off all of the money I apparently stole from her just by taking pictures of her and sending it his way.” Quincy explained before he could continue looking at Jimmy. “Baby girl, you better give that man the green light for some pussy and make it official before his stupid ass cheats on you next.”

Jimmy clenched his fist, poised to deliver a swift punch to this idiot's face if the insults continued—he leaned in close to Genesis, whispering something in her ear.

“Take me somewhere private before I beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy whispered as he looked at Jey giving him a signal to take Quincy outside and Beat his ass.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was visibly upset. She gently intertwined her small hands with his, guiding him to a more secluded space where he could calm down before emotions escalated. They made their way to the bedroom upstairs, where Genesis opened the door and led Jimmy inside, closing it softly behind them.

Jimmy pulled his hands away from hers, pacing anxiously as he fought the urge to confront Quincy. She stood by, hesitant to approach him due to his anger, yet aware that she was the only one who could soothe him. Gathering her courage, she gradually moved closer, positioning herself in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she sensed his hands gliding beneath her nightgown, gently cradling her curves before he nestled his face against her neck. With each caress, she felt him unwind under her touch, his lips planting soft, lingering kisses along her jaw and neck.

“I wanna beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“I know you do honey, you can do that while I’m not down there. Ion wanna see that.” Genesis responded by placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know baby.” She showered him with soft, lingering kisses on his neck and face, feeling his arousal grow as he pressed his solid desire against her.

In that moment, he took her hand and guided it into his Nike shorts, allowing her to feel his arousal as she began to stroke him, her fingers gliding over the warmth of his pre-cum.

“I need something from you mamas.” He whispered.

“Anything you want Jimmy.” She whispered softly.

As she knelt down, tugging at his waistband, they instinctively distanced themselves. In response, he lowered his Nike shorts and boxers, revealing his impressive, thick member that nearly brushed against her face as she gazed in awe.

She playfully extended her tongue as he gently tapped his member against it, just before she could encircle his impressive length with her petite hands. She planted teasing kisses along its length, prompting him to cradle her chin, compelling her to gaze up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes.

“You gon’ take care of me baby? I need to get all of this pressure off of me Gigi.” 

She kissed the tip of his cock, “you know imma take care of you honey, lemme suck all of the anger and pent up frustration out.”

He loved the way she treated him with so much care, “hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. take this shit off too.” She complied with his request, sliding the straps of her nightgown down and allowing it to cascade to the floor, revealing her bare form—she started to caress him rhythmically before taking him into her mouth, prompting him to arch his back in ecstasy while she maintained her gaze on him.

Genesis swayed her head rhythmically, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft while her tongue playfully circled the tip, delighting in the sweet sounds of his moans as she embraced her dominance.

With one hand tangled in her hair, he felt Genesis take him deeper, struggling to restrain his hips from instinctively thrusting, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.

He observed as she took him deep into her throat, Genesis easing her muscles as she looked up at him. With a playful touch, she lavished attention on his balls while rhythmically stroking his shaft, prompting him to arch his back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Gigi.” He moaned.

Genesis traced her thumb around the tip of his manhood, making him squeeze his thighs together and roll his eyes back in ecstasy. She resumed her oral pleasure, causing her to gag momentarily, but eventually relaxed her throat to take him deeper.

She took him in her mouth, struggling slightly as she reveled in the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her tongue danced along his length, making him quiver and tremble with delight.

“Take care of me so well baby.” A deep, throaty groan slipped from his mouth as Genesis's hands glided beneath his hoodie, exploring every inch of his chest.

She let out a soft moan as she pressed her lips against him, her saliva glistening and sliding down her cheek while her tongue danced around his shaft.

As her throat eased, she permitted him to slide deeper, taking him in fully while looking up at him with a gaze of submission.

She found herself in a captivating rhythm, feeling his member pulse within her mouth, while her own desire surged, her core drenched and aching, ready to leap at him in an instant.

Her thumb grazed his sensitive tip, sending him soaring to cloud nine for a fleeting moment. "Damn, mama, damn," Jimmy thought he was on the verge of losing himself completely.

As he pressed against her throat, the sensation of his tightening balls accompanied the rhythm of her movements, his slightly curved member brushing against her, and she welcomed it without hesitation.

The only sounds that filled the air were the messy, wet noises escaping her lips, with drool cascading down her cheeks. She adored the way he sounded and was unashamed to express her delight.

She was determined to nurture him during his recovery, mirroring the way he always cared for her; Genesis felt his hands gently stroking her cheeks, his gaze locked onto her innocent eyes, as a surge of desire coursed through him, making him roll his eyes in pleasure.

“Genesis, fuck Gigi. I’m finna cum baby.” He plunged his hips deeply into her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as he pursued his climax.

She held onto his thighs with a firm grip, her eyes locked onto his as he thrust deeper, pushing her head down. In that moment, his warmth filled her throat, and she savored the rich taste of him as she swallowed. “Eat this nut up baby, swallow that shit. Oh fuck.” A jolt of electricity surged through him, causing him to shudder briefly before withdrawing from her mouth.

He lifted her from her knees, gripping her throat as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was both languid and fierce, his tongue exploring her mouth even as he struggled to pull her nightgown completely off her body.

He gently lifted her thighs, guiding her to their bed where her back met the cool sheets. They lost themselves in a fervent kiss, and she could sense his arousal pressing against her desire, yet she felt unprepared for what was to come.

They separated briefly, her lips parting as she felt his warm saliva touch her tongue before they dove back into the kiss.

“So fucking nasty baby, you like that shit don’t you.” Jimmy murmured between the kisses.

“Mhm, I get this nasty whenever I’m near you daddy.” Genesis murmured back while tugging in his curls to deepen the kiss. “You gon’ lemme spit inside of yo’ mouth whenever huh?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck I love you so much.” She could feel a grin on his lips when she had said that.

“I love you too baby.” He pressed a soft kiss on her jawline all the way towards her neck while rubbing her ass in circles while doing so before giving it a smack.

They were acutely aware of their deep feelings for one another, fully understanding the bond they shared, even if she hadn't yet signaled her approval to take their relationship to the next level.

At that moment, Jey was in the backyard with Quincy, delivering kicks to his stomach, which made Quincy groan in agony as he coughed up blood. Just then, they noticed Jimmy entering through the sliding door, closing it behind him, and spotting Quincy with blood trickling from his mouth.

“Pick him up.” As Quincy gazed up at him, Jey lifted him off his shoulders while Jimmy placed his order.

With a fierce grip on his face, Jimmy locked eyes with him, a smile creeping across his lips. "I want to send a message to our cousin," he declared. In a swift motion, Jimmy delivered a punch to Quincy's gut, forcing him to cough up blood onto the floor before he could strike again.

His reflection appeared a mix of purple and blue, a testament to Jey's cruel demeanor. Meanwhile, as he sought solace with Genesis, Jimmy had drawn his Glock from his shorts, aiming it at the trembling Quincy, who was paralyzed by fear.

"I want to send you a message that leaves you battered and bruised," he said, his voice steady. "Tell him that if he continues to mess with Gigi, it’s on sight. I’ll take him out without hesitation, family ties or not—he won’t lay a finger on Genesis." As he spoke, Jimmy aimed the gun at Quincy's leg, his eyes locked onto him.

As Jimmy pulled the trigger, a shot rang out, hitting Quincy in the leg and eliciting a scream of pain. "You bastard! You're doing all this for her?! She's nothing special!" Quincy spat in fear, but Jimmy's grip tightened around his throat, choking him swiftly while his eyes bore into Quincy's very soul.

“Watch yo’ mouth when you speak on her, just because she wasn’t special to yo’ ass doesn’t mean she’s not to me she’s a fucking diamond to me bitch ass boy.” Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy enthusiastically brandished the photo, recalling a stunning masterpiece he had glimpsed. He quickly retrieved Genesis's phone from his pocket, snapped a picture of the photo, and sent it to Zilla's number before tucking her phone back into his pocket.

“Throw his ass on the streets until someone comes to pick him up.” Jimmy said as he walked back inside the house seeing everyone looking at him.

“What?”

“Did you kill the man?” Bianca asked.

“Nah, just shot him in his leg, that's all. But I hope Zilla gets the message to not fuck with me.” 

“Shit I hope this is all over with.” Jimmy nodded his head in agreement while heading upstairs to take a shower.

After finishing their dinner, everyone settled in to watch the newly released movie 'Sinners' on Amazon Prime. Genesis and Jimmy snuggled together on the spacious sofa, while the rest of the group lounged on the floor or on the other couch, all eyes glued to the screen.

There was a particular scene where Mary was all up on Stack getting all freaky with him saying how be robbing trains and banks but couldn’t rob this pussy for a night as everyone gasped.

“Oh lord.” Jade said.

“She’s a freakkkk.” Montez chimed in.

As Genesis looks up at Jimmy, she notices his gaze fixed on the screen, while his hands explore her body, tantalizingly close to her throbbing desire, yearning for his touch.

He looked down at her, noticing her gaze fixed on him, "What baby?" His voice resonated with a deep richness that made Genesis shake her head, redirecting her attention back to the film.

He observed her gaze fixate on the film while he surveyed the living room, noticing that everyone else was equally engrossed. As he let his hands glide down to her slick skin, he began to rub in gentle circles, watching her struggle to catch her breath and maintain her concentration on the screen.

He lavished her neck with soft, lingering kisses, drawing on it tenderly as if he were a vampire savoring a drop of blood—ensuring the blanket enveloped them, she could feel his arousal pressing against her.

“J-Jimmy.” She moans softly only enough for him to hear it.

“Focus on the movie baby, don’t want us caught up.” Jimmy whispered softly in her ear.

He gently lifted her leg while he inserted two fingers inside her, rhythmically thrusting in and out as soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips.

Fortunately, the television was loud enough to drown out the slick noises emanating from her as he pressed soft kisses along her neck, her fingers entwined in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So wet baby, only for me right?” 

Genesis was so engrossed in his gaze that she rolled her eyes dramatically, nodding absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the film playing before them. “Yes, only for you daddy. Only you.” 

He persisted in bringing her pleasure, and she instinctively opened her legs wider, giving him more access. This enabled him to delve deeper with his fingers, while she grasped a nearby surface for support.

The echo of his hand meeting her clit filled the atmosphere as his fingers skillfully glided inside her. When he glanced up, he noticed her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

He tenderly cradled her face with one hand as she mischievously stuck out her tongue at him. This playful side of her surfaced only in their intimate moments—her longing for him was unmistakable. Their lips intertwined, sharing warmth as his tongue explored her depths, while his fingers roamed over her with passion.

Jimmy's warm saliva mingled with hers as he pressed his hand around her throat, creating an intimate connection between them.

With expert finesse, Jimmy curled his fingers, striking her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, prompting her to clutch his shoulders fiercely as waves of bliss washed over her.

“Nasty as fuck mamas.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis mewled out softly.

“Mhm, I love that shit.” Jimmy increased his pace, his fingers expertly teasing her g-spot over and over.

He leaned in close, murmuring crude and offensive words just for her ears, while his eyes darted around the room, ensuring that everyone was engrossed in the film and oblivious to their mischievous antics hidden beneath the blankets.

Cum on my fingers babyYou my lil baby right?I want you to have all of my babies.

She felt her body react to his caress, both tensing and softening around his fingers, as her eyes rolled back in bliss. His gentle murmurs of love sent exhilarating shivers coursing through her, making her stomach twist in a euphoric rhythm.

I love you so much Jimmy It feels so good babyDon’t stop please don’t stop

Her voice trembled and fell to a hushed tone while her nails dug into his biceps, unmistakably indicating that she was teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I’m close Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He softly kissed her lips, his hand delicately wrapping around her throat, enabling him to see her ecstasy flowing over his fingers. "I can feel you, sweetheart. Look into my eyes as you reach your peak." His fingers thrust deeply into her g-spot, the unmistakable sounds of her desire resonating, signaling that she was about to surrender completely.

He kept up his relentless pace, his fingers dancing in and out with a fervor that drove her to the edge. In that instant, she surrendered to the sensation, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her thighs trembled beneath her. A torrent of ecstasy washed over her.

Her soothing, velvety essence wrapped around his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the intensified sensation of his caress.

“There’s she go baby, such a good girl for me princess.” 

He softly glided his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace before eventually pulling them away.

She was drenched in sweat, leaning against him, trying to regain her breath after the powerful climax she just experienced—wondering how he would perform during their next encounter and if he could evoke such sensations again.

With a playful flick of his tongue, Jimmy savored the taste on his fingers before gently encircling her waist and planting a tender kiss on her forehead, all while their eyes remained glued to the screen.

Genesis drifted in and out of slumber after their session, her soft snores escaping her lips, which made Jimmy chuckle as he sat up from the sofa, gently cradling her in his arms.

“A’ight yall me and Gigi finna head upstairs together as you can see that she is knocked out.” Jimmy said.

“Damn. I wonder why but goodnight yall.” Jey remarked as Jimmy shot him the bird before making his way upstairs.

As he entered their bedroom, he swung the door shut with a kick, gently laying Genesis onto the chilly sheets, which made her stir in her slumber.

He removed his shirt as he climbed into bed beside her, drawing her closer to his chest. He noticed Genesis's phone was also plugged in as he set his own device on the charger.

Just as he was settling in, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted the moment, prompting him to lean over her carefully, ensuring he wouldn't disturb her, while he noticed a message flashing on her screen.

He knew it was from Zilla.

He unlocked her phone, clicking on the message to see what he had to say.

Unknown Number: You fucking bitch how could you let that fool do that to your ex husband? He must be fucking you good or something don’t worry when I catch you it’s over with.

With a soft chuckle, Jimmy glanced at the message before setting his phone beside her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before making his way to bed.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED.

a/n: Zilla better keep it pushing or his ass is next to getting shot in the leg because Big Jim don’t play about Genesis.

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

STAY UCEY

chapter nine

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if you feel comfortable with sharing, can you explain the process for the psilocybin trial? like what you had to do, who was with you in the room, the people involved, ect.

Oh for sure!

The whole process took about 4 months from the initial screening survey to the first actual treatment. (I still have another treatment scheduled for a couple weeks from now, as of writing this).

To get started, I filled out a survey online, sent an e-mail to their point of contact, did a brief phone interview, and then I was enrolled.

I had 2 big in-person pre-treatment events, and the first was a full 8-hour day of psychological and physical screenings (lots and lots of surveys) - including an in-person sit-down with a psychiatrist going through basically everything in my past. Adverse events, my childhood, life stress, relationships, anything that might come up during the psilocybin session and that plays a part in aggravating OCD.

I also talked with an OCD specialist, another remote psychiatrist, and did a full physical with their medical team, got a complete blood panel done, and an EKG since hallucinogens can cause spikes in blood pressure, and I would have been screened out if I had any cardiac conditions.

Once I got the all-clear on my blood panel and EKG reading, I was able to move on to he second in-person visit. It was a full day of EEG testing to get my baseline brain activity down - they hooked me up to a monitor with electrodes on my head, and I played a lot of very boring video games, did memory tests, and they showed me distressing, neutral, and happy images to see what my reaction was - again, for a full 8-ish hour day.

All of these in-person visits required urine drug screenings - I was not allowed to take THC or any other substance for the duration of the study. Specific prescription medications are also not allowed.

We then set the date for my actual dosing sessions and I was assigned two guides. One of them is an MD + psychiatrist, the other is a psychiatrist. I had three prep sessions with them, going in-depth and basically letting them know who I am and why I want to do all this, and they were there to answer any questions I had and help get me mentally prepared. Overall we wanted to establish trust & safety, because they would be the two people watching over me and interacting with me during my session.

I went in-person two days before my session to see the space where I would be tripping and meet my guides face to face. The space is a very soothing psychiatrist's office type place with a sofa, comfy chairs, nice carpeting, and peaceful pictures on the walls. My guides are awesome - they were selected for me by the point of contact who had helped me through most of the screening, who worked to match participants with study staff. There's always an open line of communication - I've been able to text and call them with concerns, and I was also notified that if I want to change guides at any point (or if I want to drop out of the study altogether) I can do so with no repercussions.

The dosing session was a full 9-5 day: I arrived at 8:30 to do a urine drug screening, fill out surveys, and then I took a blue pill and waited for the effects to kick in. The whole session was recorded for my safety and for accountability of the guides.

The sofa had been converted to a bed - I was asked, as much as possible, to just lie down, put on a sleep mask to block out any vision / light, and wear noise-canceling headphones with a pre-selected playlist of instrumental music on it. I really enjoyed the playlist (lol) I felt like it set the tone for a lot of the revelations I had, and they genuinely did a great job choosing tracks.

The whole point was to minimize outside influences and to have the participants look inward and work on themselves. The guides offered two options for physical reassurance: if I wanted, I could put my hand out and one of them would come over and ask, "Do you want your hand held?" and if I replied affirmatively, they would hold my hand firmly until I asked them to stop. They also offered a "shoulder touch" - firm pressure on the shoulder - but I only took the hand hold for about a half hour on the come-up before sailing off on my own.

They also said that I was completely free to remove the headphones and mask and talk to them at any point if it became overwhelming - they would engage with me as much as I needed to, but they would gently encourage participants to re-enter the "default state" (lying down, eyes closed, music on).

I ended up only talking to them when I needed bathroom breaks - they walked me over to the bathroom (no lock), waited outside, and walked me back to make sure I didn't fall.

They had a medical kit in the room, and I was told that if my blood pressure ever reached a concerning point, they had sub-lingual meds that could lower it and put me back in a safe zone. My BP was fine the whole time, and other than my heart rate being a bit high from initial anxiety, it leveled off as soon as the peak hit.

I was in it, processing and crying for the whole 5 hours of the trip and only responding when they needed to take my blood pressure and heart rate (at first every 5 minutes, then 30 minutes, then every hour - this was done with minimal interruption, I barely noticed it happening). After the trip, I came out of it and talked to them and processed a little bit of what had happened still on the video recording - they were really curious about big first impressions and highlights of the trip. I filled out a bunch of surveys. Spouse came and picked me up, and I was asked to do a full write-up at home capturing everything I'd experienced on the trip.

I'm currently in the "in-between" phase and am doing my check-ins and processing of the first trip before I do my second one next-next week. The full study length is six months long - I'm going to keep doing check-ins and surveys into next year to see if the positive effects actually stick around for that long. Six months is kind of the gold standard for a lot of clinical trials, and I think it's also about as long as they can usually retain people and keep them responding to surveys lol. I'm trying to think if I've missed anything, let me know if you have any other questions!

[nirikeehan]

For the WIP ask game,

spicing up the marriage but what about dorian

Thank you so much for asking!

Lmaoooo ok SO I'm feeling out the world state of this AU, right? It's six years after Trespasser, when Thalia and Cullen got married. I've written a lot about their early relationship, but a time jump into a part of their marriage where things are very settled and not much is going on is new for me. So I said (half-jokingly, as is how many of my fics become fics) that I needed to write some smut of them as a boring married couple now. I don't write a lot of smut in general; I find it pretty difficult and usually only write it once every six months or so. And it's been ages since I've written any for this pairing specifically.

but what ABOUT Dorian?

So the opening action of my You Take the Dread Wolf AU is Dorian fleeing Tevinter in the midst of the Qunari advance into the country. He's staying with Thalia and Cullen in Ferelden as a houseguest pretty much indefinitely. So... lol. (Have I mentioned I can never write smut unless there's some ludicrous premise? like trying to bang for the first time in months while you're worried about disturbing your traumatized houseguest?)

Oh also I decided Cullen's sister Mia would be all up in Thalia and Cullen's business about why they don't have kids yet. Cullen has warmed to the idea more than Thalia has, as you'll see.

“Did I tell you what she sent me home with last time I visited? A special blend of tea she made herself. Meant to ‘increase fertility,’ she told me.”  “She did not,” Thalia squealed. Cullen nodded, stifling a chortle. “She did too.” “Maker, you didn’t put it in the tin with the rest of the teas, did you?”  Cullen laughed. “No, no. Bottom drawer of my desk. I felt bad just throwing it out.”  “Well, good,” Thalia said, vaguely mortified. “I wouldn’t want it getting mixed up anywhere and served to guests.” “Oh, she means well,” Cullen said, with characteristic defense of someone whom Thalia considered his most insufferable sibling. “After I was incommunicado all those years, it’s the least I can do to accept a gift.” He paused, and she could feel him weighing his words. “And besides, if we ever did want to, you know…” He cleared his throat. “A little luck wouldn’t hurt?”  “Having a baby while the Qunari threaten our very existence hardly sounds like luck to me,” Thalia replied archly. “And that’s not even considering the other dangers we face.”  Cullen’s eyes narrowed. They’d been on this precipice several times before, and mentally she dared him: Say it. Say his name. The moment passed. Cullen gave her a sly grin. “You know, to make a baby, we’d actually have to pay the tithe.” The shift was so unexpected, Thalia burst out laughing. “Are you making a pass at me?”  Cullen joined in with a self-conscious chuckle. “Is it working?” “Not the smoothest line I’ve heard from you, I’ll admit.” Thalia gazed at his sleepy, unshaven face, his messy mop of pale hair framed by the pillow. She leaned over and hooked a finger under the collar of his shirt. “Oh, Maker, how long has it been?”  She seemed to recall the dead of winter, a roaring fire in the hearth, drinking hot cocoa on the sofa. Long before Dorian’s plea for help had come through her end of the sending crystal, upending everything. “Too long,” Cullen murmured, putting his hand on the nape of her neck.  “You don’t—  think he’d hear?” Thalia asked, gesturing downstairs with a tilt of her head.  Cullen pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, “Not if we’re quiet.”