#who knows what jimmy's motives are

[honeyjars-sims]

2.10 Leave the Past Behind

Bonnie: Hey baby, how’d it go?

Trinity: Fine. Dad has this thing called a VCR. Have you ever seen one? We watched a bunch of old movies on it. Like from the olden days in the 90s! It was so vintage.

Bonnie: [laughs] Yeah, I’ve seen one. I’m glad you had a good time.

Trinity: Aren’t you going to talk to Dad?

Bonnie: I’d rather not.

Jimmy: Hey, Bonnie! I told ya I’d bring our girl back in one piece.

Bonnie: Yeah, imagine if you mistreated one of my kids. Actually, I don’t have to imagine that.

Jimmy: Bonnie, can’t we just leave the past behind us? I know what I did was plain evil, but I swear on my life, I’m not that person anymore. 

Bonnie: I can’t just take your word on that, Jimmy. This is my child. I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something like that happen again. 

Jimmy: She's our child, Bonnie, and I would give my life for her. You don’t have to believe I’m a good person, but at least believe that Trinity is safe with me. 

Bonnie: I’m tryin’. God knows I want that to be true.

Jimmy: Look, no matter what, we’re both her parents and we’re gonna have to be civil for her sake. I’m not asking to be friends or nothin’. But you don’t hafta treat me like your enemy.

[Bonnie stays silent, contemplating Jimmy’s words]

Jimmy: How are the older kids doing?

Bonnie: Well, Destiny’s been pretty busy with her job and her baby. He’s getting bigger by the day. You should see how much that kid eats. He just started solids and he can’t get enough.

Jimmy: [laughs] He gets that from his grandma. For as slim as you are, you could always put food away like no one’s business. Man. It’s hard to believe you have a grandbaby. When did we get so old?

Bonnie: It snuck up quick, didn’t it? Destiny’s a mom, Chantal’s working for a successful company…before you know it, Trinity’s gonna be grown up and we’ll really feel old then.

Jimmy: And Johnny? Is he doing ok?

Bonnie: [sighs] He’s doing great, despite everything. We’re finally talkin’ again and it’s nice.

Jimmy: I’m glad to hear that. I really want to apologize to him. For everything. I owe him that.

Bonnie: [shakes her head] It’s not the time, Jimmy. It might not ever be. Some things can’t be forgiven.

Jimmy: I know, I don’t expect him to forgive me. I just want him to know I’m sorry.

Bonnie: If you’re trying to do right by him, maybe it’s best to just leave him alone. I think it would hurt more than it would help. Maybe one day, but definitely not now.

Jimmy: If you think so, I’ll leave him be. It was nice talking to you, Bonnie.

Bonnie: Yeah. 

Trinity: Mom, can Dad stay for dinner?

Bonnie: He’s gotta get going. But I’ll make you whatever you want.

Trinity: Can we order a pizza?

Bonnie: Sure, why not?

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[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - FINAL PART - Bonus

"Let me see"

You mentioned while laughing, sitting in front of the man who looked at you affectionately as you touched his face and observed him attentively.

"Your eye looks a bit red... Have you been using the drops the doctor recommended?"

Curly: "Maybe... I forgot them... today"

His voice was still somewhat strange to hear, it had the essence of what his voice once was, but much rougher and it was difficult for him to say long sentences, he had to pause between words to be able to say them.

You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, seeing the scars on his face.

At first, it wasn't the same skin you knew; you were surprised at how his body returned to that familiar skin, changing its texture, gradually becoming the skin you love to touch.

You noticed the ring hanging from his neck, with the lack of hands, he wore his ring that way to keep it close.

He had to convince you to give him back his ring, but at that moment you were in crisis because you had told him that the day you took it off, you would leave him. Although you reached an agreement to annul that promise.

Five years had already passed since you returned to Earth, and too many things had happened.

On your side, you started following your dream when you were little, and today you have your own bakery.

But it was hard work getting here, because the first thing you worried about was your husband's well-being, who spent half a year resting in the hospital, and then you had to take care of him with attention at home.

Pony Express decided to give you a percentage of your salary and a bonus for the damages they suffered, so with that money, they performed the man's first surgeries.

A skin graft, hair, and facial reconstruction, among others, over the next two years.

He used prosthetics that helped him walk and pick things up on his own, although just in case, you still had his wheelchair as a backup, which he refuses to use again, and when you're not watching, he tries to get rid of it, but you've locked the room where it is.

You even adopted two dogs, the first was Jupiter, a Labrador, a service dog who helps Curly when you're not around, and he's also a very good companion.

And after insisting for so long that Jupiter needed a little sibbling, you adopted Sunset, a dog you had found outside your bakery begging for food, a golden retriever who had escaped from her home, where it seemed they only used her to have puppies and sell them because she was purebred.

Both animals got along well right away, both quite calm, they don't cause any problems.

On the other hand, you stayed in touch with the rest of the crew.

Anya was able to get into medical school a few months after returning, and she is currently in her final year to receive her diploma.

Swansea retired and stayed at home with his family and children, being welcomed by his wife and the little girl she had had a few months ago.

Daisuke tried again with the art school, giving his all and with the support of his parents, he was able to get in. He even has a blog where he talks about the experiences he had in his life to motivate other young people to follow what they love.

Jimmy on the other hand... The last thing you heard about him was that his sentence was extended further for causing conflicts during his time in prison.

As for the little baby... you found out she was adopted by a good family, and that was all you needed to know about her.

Curly: "They're already... about to arrive"

He alerted when he heard Sunset start barking upon hearing a car park nearby.

He got out of bed and went outside to open the door and let his friends into the yard.

There was something that became a tradition among you, every year you celebrated the anniversary of the day you returned alive to Earth after such an experience, having a meal at your home.

Daisuke: "Who is the cutest girl! Let me pet you, fluffball!"

The boy, every time he went, was determined to make Sunset his friend, but she always ended up hiding where he couldn't reach her.

Anya: "Today is a wonderful day... And the food smells really good, every year they surpass the previous year's food, it's incredible."

Swansea: "Not bad, huh! Did you make this grill by yourself, Curly? The meat looks incredible."

Daisuke: "Where is (Yn)?? I want to greet her!"

He had managed to catch the dog, who was resigned in his arms while Jupiter was barking at Daisuke, knowing how upset Sunset was.

Curly: "She has... a surprise for... all of you."

He said, smiling, waiting for you to come out in the summer dress he had bought for you, quite loose and comfortable, perfect for your growing belly. 

Everyone was surprised to see you, Daisuke was left speechless, dropping Sunset.

Daisuke: "But! You said-!"

"Well, not naturally—but... I was given the opportunity to do it in vitro and it was a success! I was afraid it wouldn't work because of my eggs, but... after several failed attempts... we finally got very lucky."

You caressed your belly, smiling.

Swansea: "Look at that... Congratulations, kid!"

Anya: "That's wonderful! Oh my God, how many weeks are you now? Do you already know their gender? Why didn't you tell us anything?"

She approached to touch your belly, happy that you have achieved what you wanted so much.

"I'm already in my 29th week... And we already know it's a boy! We were deciding on a name!"

Daisuke: "I have a really cool one!"

"I'm not going to call him Daisuke."

The boy let out a disappointed "aaaw" that you weren't going to consider his name for your son.

Curly: "We thought... of Charles"

"That I'm still not at all in agreement with that name."

You pointed at him, making him laugh and roll his eye.

Anya: "You still have time! When is your due date? I would like to be with you when it happens."

Daisuke: "Can I be there too? Maybe the second time I won't faint, hehe."

Swansea: "I wish you the best, boys are not difficult to entertain, they are difficult to keep alive, they love danger even after reaching adulthood."

You felt very excited about all the support you were receiving, happy to have met such wonderful people.

You didn't regret at all for having done everything possible to get them out of that situation.

The gathering continued with everyone eating and talking about the things they had been doing lately, catching up on their activities, until dessert time arrived, everyone's favorite moment.

Curly: "The best sweets... are from my wife..."

Swansea: "You don't even like sweets!"

Curly couldn't help but smile anyway when he saw everyone enthusiastically eating the ice cream cake you had made for that hot day, while he had his own special portion that you prepared for him so he could eat without too much sweetness.

You couldn't resist feeding him, and even though he wanted to seem annoyed, he adored the attention you gave him.

"Oops~ I'm sorry~ I stained your cheek"

You said with a smile to kiss his cheek, you started smearing hkd face with the dessert and left kisses on all those spots.

Swansea: "Get a room!"

Daisuke: "...Did you ever do it on the ship while working?"

"DAISUKE!"

You shouted with your cheeks red at such a true thing that had been said.

Curly: "...Two or three times..."

Swansea: "That's nothing, you managed to control themselves quite well."

Curly: "....During the week"

"Can I send it back into space?"

You didn't know how to hide your face in response to his declaration, you were extremely embarrassed.

But you had no escape, from the day you said yes, that man was going to stay with you until the end of his days.

And you knew well that he is going to be an incredible father soon as well.

In the end, everyone was able to have their well-deserved fate.

[transhitman]

Ok I posted about this in anger a while back but I'm gonna say it more intelligently and actually tag it because I think it's something people need to hear. Something that bugs me about how people talk about the morality of the men in this game is that a lot of analysis totally glosses over Anya's motives and what she actually asks of people, and in doing so once again strips her of agency. Like. The reason Curly sucks isn't because he failed to properly punish Jimmy, it's because he ignored Anya in favor of her abuser. He didn't listen to her regarding how to move forward, he didn't give her a way to protect herself. No matter what he would have done to Jimmy, Anya is still traumatized and in danger, and that's the most important point of failure.

I think a lot of people are projecting a revenge fantasy on Anya, and while I'm not gonna argue about the validity of revenge here, for Anya specifically I think that's a major mischaracterization. She's the one who says that our worst moments don't make us monsters. And while yes, this could just be her trying to appease her abusers, she still doesn't strike me as a particularly vindictive person. She's a nurse, symbolically in a role associated with care and healing. Before the crash, she seems like a very soft-spoken and restrained person. Hell, she can't stand giving Curly his meds because she feels so bad for him. There isn't really a point in the game where she calls for violence at all. And even if punishing Jimmy or Curly is morally correct (subjective), saying that it's what anyone Should have done still glosses over Anya's wants and needs. It still centers the abuser, even in vitriol.

It's especially weird to see people judge Swansea on these grounds, because like... We don't know what his dynamic with Anya was like. We don't actually know what she said to him, if she even confided about her pregnancy or the SA at all! I honestly think Swansea's actions give more credence to the idea that Anya herself wanted a peaceful resolution. The whole "Oh, I'm holding it together" thing, him becoming more hostile after speaking with Anya... He waits until Daisuke AND ANYA are dead before trying to kill Jimmy. I think the obvious reading is that he wants Jimmy dead, but Anya asked him not to do anything crazy. Genuinely, I think Anya just wanted to be safe. She wanted out above everything. She didn't want more violence. The only violence she commits is against herself in the end, in order to escape this hell her coworkers made for her.

And like. Swansea is kind of the only one who actually did try to protect Anya in a meaningful way. I won't say that he couldn't have done more for her - all of the men on that ship failed her in some regard - but Swansea intentionally keeps the axe out of Jimmy's hands. He keeps the pod a secret, probably to give to Daisuke, but we can't say anything for sure. I joke that Swansea should have killed Jimmy from the start, but if we're being real that would have been an insane thing to do given what the characters know. But Swansea isn't the point of this post. Like. Idk I just think it's really bizarre that when people discuss Anya's assault, they still do it from the perspective of the men involved. It's weird and I don't like it. Like people have said before me: it's not enough to hate abusers, you have to love victims.

[caramelclover]

Hello I bring u a little thought experiment I had: Swapwashing. An au where the tulpar crews professions are all swapped amongst each other but their personalities remain intact hehe

Poor Anya surrounded by idiots and she is on her last strand of sanity

Little character dissection and possible plot under the cut!!

About The Crew

Swansea - The Captain - Swansea is the captain and has been serving for a while. He's made it to the top all the while having settled and had kids with his wife. All in all he's comfortable and self assured to a fault. He knows the ins and outs about the company, so he's able to lead his crew with a bit of of a softer hand and more chummy attitude. This is why he'd view Anya, a younger co-pilot that transferred onto the Tulpar a few years back, as a thorn in his side when she starts worrying about the ship and questioning his practices.

Anya - The Co-pilot - Anya is an accomplished Co-pilot, however she does not strive to become a captain. The work is arduous, tedious, it stresses her out to no end to the point that she's started growing grey hairs at the age of 32. She's a rather anxious person and in turn it makes it hard for her to enjoy her line of work. Instead she wants to keep the ship running well, but she does want to find work elsewhere, preferably in an environment that won't treat her lesser than her male coworkers.

Curly - The Mechanic - A low stress job that allows Curly to flex his muscles is something he enjoys. It allows him time and energy to both focus on his work and wonder what the next chapter of his life will bring. Overall he is outgoing and is looking forward to doing more for his crew; he wants to help them all as best as he can

Jimmy - The Nurse - Curly put in a good word for his friend Jimmy in the pursuit of helping him get a job. This, as well as the requirements for being a nurse while working at Pony Express, means that Jimmy has a bit more power than he's used to. He's keen on harassing his co-workers under the guise of "medical necessity", and he makes many nasty remarks to Anya specifically, disregarding her status. Anything he says or does is a "joke" and Swansea defends that.

Daisuke - The Nurse Intern - Daisuke is sweet, he does his best and tries to learn from the best. But Jimmy isn't exactly a positive influence, and Jimmy actively sabotages Daisuke's learning to ensure he does not become a nurse under Pony Express by feeding him false information and practices. The one thing he can keep alive though is his tamagotchi.

The Plot (WIP)

So my main idea for the plot itself hinges on Anya crashing the ship. While it may not be 100% in character, there's a reason for this. Jimmy isn't exactly the most above board nurse there is, neither is Pony Express. I believe Pony Express would use some cheaper, off brand alternatives to medication, including experimental drugs. Coupled with Jimmy not being the most attentive nurse, while also having ulterior motives, would try to harm Anya in some way. However this would essentially back fire, as the medicine would result in her having a psychotic break and crashing the ship. Her psychotic break would be mostly hallucinations, but they'd be led by her hatred for her situation. After all, the captain who has scorned her for most of her stay gets to have glowing recommendations and a chance at a job after the firing.

When the ship crashes Swansea is the victim, and the story would then follow Anya's guilt for what had happened, as well as her feelings of rage and anxiety as she's now the sole captain of a crew that sees her as lesser.

The story is still a bit of a WIP and i'll be sort of chewing it over, so things are subject to change. BUT that's my premise :D

[deathbyday]

-'⁠🫧*⁠.⁠✧mouthwashing✧.⁠*⁠🫧'⁠ -

P6

“How could we end up here…?”

Daisuke x implied F!Reader

TW: mentions of suicide

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Written By: DeathByDay

(Also written on Mobile)

2 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH

Daisuke laid down outside the entrance to the cargo room, mouthwash in hand. He was clearly drunk off of it. You sat beside him, rubbing his back in attempt to comfort him.

You found him like this, on the floor in agony. He didn’t need to say anything for you to figure that out. His body language gave it away. So, you did what any loving partner would do in that situation. Comfort him, listen to his words. Or just sit there in silence.

It hurt you to see him in pain. You’ve never seen Daisuke like this before, so vulnerable and fragile. “Daisuke, honey.. please tell me what’s wrong.” You muttered, leaning down as you continued to rub your hand against his back.

He quietly groaned, stirring at your touch. You stopped, hand resting on your lap. “Just leave me alone, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to talk.” His voice cracked as he spoke. He sounded like he was trying not to cry.

You didn’t push him and instead stood up, not saying anything as you stepped away and went up the metal stairs towards the lounge area.

You walked through the automatic doors, not expecting to see anyone there. But surprisingly, you saw Anya and Swansea. Anya held the mouthwash, carefully examining the back of the bottle. Swansea was dancing beside the lounge’s couch, music blaring on the radio.

You didn’t bother saying anything to her, assuming she’d want to be alone as well. You passed by her without a word and laid down on the couch, feeling extremely exhausted.

You’ve been getting enough sleep lately, but you couldn’t find yourself getting any motivation. You’re still the same Y/N who came onto this ship. The only difference is that you have friends now.

You sighed, curling in on yourself. The loud sound of the music made your head hurt, but you knew if you said anything, Swansea would just end up getting upset at you. So, you backed off.

You felt like breaking down. You didn’t know how longer you could hang on, not with everyone becoming zombie-like. Ever since you all found the mouthwash, everything’s been going downhill.

Letting a small tear run down your face was a mistake. After a few seconds, there were multiple. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You muffled your cries by covering your mouth with both hands tightly, shutting your eyes and hiding your face in your knees.

You felt weak for crying, but you needed to get it out. You were always taught that crying helps people remember that you’re only human. But whenever you did, you were viewed as pathetic. Maybe just for once, you could cry without feeling guilty for it.

And so, you abused that power. You sobbed hard, not planning on stopping anytime soon. You just wanted to be done with this stupid nonsense and get back to your home. You just wanted to see your family again. You getting your own place didn’t even matter anymore.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You stiffen in fear, one glistening eye peaking out from your knee. It was Jimmy whose hand was on you. You opened your mouth, only a light croaking sound came out. But you pushed through and began speaking.

“What do you w-..want..?” You mumbled, hiding your face from his view as you wiped away your tears with your fingers. “Just wanted to see if you were alright.” He replied, letting your shoulder go.

“Well clearly I’m not.” You whispered harshly, fighting the urge to kick him like a child. “Go away.” You demanded, your voice soft and quiet. He didn’t say anything else and walked away, obeying your words.

You let more tears slip from the corners of your eyes, praying that this all ends soon. This could’ve just been a terrible, terrible dream. You were probably still asleep in your house, waiting for breakfast to be made by your guardian.

You snuffle, feeling the pain of your heart beating. It felt as if it were about to crack open in half and spill out blood. You heard light footsteps get louder, causing you to shove your face back into the couch cushion, hiding your face and covering your head with your arms, fingers latching onto your hair.

They couldn’t even speak before you weeped, your voice soft, yet filled with emotion. “Go away!” You pleaded, cradling your head in your arms. “Y/N?” Anya’s gentle voice rang out as she sat on the edge of the couch, sitting right beside you.

You fought back a cough, not replying to the woman. She hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing your clothed skin. “It’ll all be okay, I promise. Once we’re done with being stuck in this mess, you can go back to your regular life.” She softly reassured, not listening to your demands.

A light cough escapes your throat as you hiccup, feeling the air get pushed out of your lungs. You subconsciously sob louder, the music swallowing your cries. The black haired woman was quick to wrap her arms around you, codling your head to her chest.

You grab her biceps as you press the side of your face into her chest. She muffles your cries, shushing you.

“I-.. I don’t know how much longer I can do this!” You admit, feeling the pain get heavier and heavier every time you breathe. You gripped onto her clothed skin as if she were disintegrating from your grasp. She didn’t say anything, silently encouraging you to continue.

You shot her a glance, seeing her concerned face out of the corner of your eye before looking back down, your tears drying up on your cheeks. “I feel so p-..pathetic for wanting to kill myself, but it feels like the only solution right now..” You muttered, slightly stirring in her grasp.

It felt weird to confess your thoughts out loud, but you were relieved to get them out of your throat. Anya ran her fingers through your hair, giving you a small massage before speaking.

“Y/N..” She trailed off, a lump getting caught in her throat. She felt terrible for not noticing any signs earlier, but she was thrilled to know you felt comfortable enough to trust her with your mind.

“It may not seem like it right now, but it’s going to be okay. I know you’re going through a very difficult period, but you shouldn’t be giving up over something we can work through together.” She murmured, her tone of voice soft and gentle.

You felt tears sting your eyes once again, causing you to shut your eyes. The comfort of her presence mixed with her warmth made you feel like you weren’t alone. You tighten your grip on her, light hiccuping sounds coming from your lips.

Anya didn’t shame you for breaking down in front of her. It was like she understood you. You’ve been there for her in the past, and now she’s returning the favor.

After a few minutes, your cries finally stopped. You snuffled, letting Anya loosen herself from your grasp. She guided your head back down onto the couch, giving you a soft smile before walking away. You shut your eyes, drowning out the sound of the radio with static.

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3 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH

“Daisuke?” Your soft voice filled the comforting silence of the lounge room. He sat in his sleeping bag, playing with his Gameboy. You glanced around the room, seeing nobody else. He paused his game and turned his head, a grin plastered across his lips at the sight of you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He sat up, setting his device aside his makeshift bed. You gave him a gentle smile before stepping towards the brunette. You leaned over and sat down beside him, wrapping your arms around him.

He melted in your touch, giving you a short lived kiss on the forehead. “What’s up?” He muttered, seeing the hesitant smile on your face that disappeared as he spoke.

You looked away, causing Daisuke to lift his hand and guide your head to look back him, resting his palm on your cheek. “When you.. or, we get back to earth, what’s the first thing you’re going to do?” You tilted your head, leaning into his palm as you waited for his response.

He blinked for a moment in thought, his hand leaving your face and running down the side of your waist, gently grasping your hip. “Marry you!” He chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the idea of marriage. You became flustered, not expecting that answer.

But nonetheless, you giggled along, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy.” You whispered into his ear, your voice soft as you laid your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you more!” He exclaimed, causing a light giggle to leave your throat. You rolled your eyes and let the topic pass, not wanting to argue about who loves who more.

“You win.” You sighed in defeat, causing him to pump his fist in the air, almost punching your throat.

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4 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH

You sit in a chair that laid to the side of the medical bed, your arms and head resting on the thin sheets as you stare at the burnt man lying down in front of you. You didn’t know why you were in there, but you felt like you needed to talk to him.

It’s been so long since you’ve even seen him, it almost felt refreshing. But alongside that, it was awkward. The captain and you rarely spoke before the crash, and you never spoke after. So what’s the point of doing this?

You gently cleared your throat and lifted your head, catching the eye of Curly. You took a deep breath in before speaking.

“It’s been a while, huh?” You chuckled, ignoring the tightening pain in your chest. “I guess I’ve just, I don’t know.. been wondering why you did it? Everything was going well, I think. But then the crash happened..” You trailed off, feeling your eyelids start to sting, indicating tears were forming.

You fought hard to keep them from falling out as you continued. “Honestly, Curly, I don’t know if I believe that you were the one who crashed us into that asteroid.” You admitted, resting your hands in your lap.

He stared at you, wishing he could do more. He wanted to reach out, to tell you everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t. Even though the two of you barely spoke, let alone befriended each other, it was still his job to take care of his crew members.

If he knew this would be his destiny, he would’ve made so much more conversation with you. He knew you liked to be alone, drowning in your own thoughts without any interruptions. But he thought that he could possibly help you with social interactions. But with everything going on, he left that job alone.

You opened your mouth to speak, but got cut off by the sound of the door opening behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to recognize the sound of their footsteps.

“Y/N?” Anya’s soft voice ran through the silence of the medical room, causing you to turn your head towards her.

“I need to give Curly his pills.” She explained, hinting for you to leave. You gave a quiet nod in understanding, giving the captain a short lived wave before walking out of the room, glancing at the woman before doing so.

Oh how you wished you weren’t so dumb.

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authors note

welp, time to get your tissues out!

if you didn’t notice, I changed the banner for this story(and a few other things). the reason for that is because I just felt like it needed a change. hopefully you guys like it!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, next one will be up soon <33

[kitsuneisi]

Hi doody and maruu!!

As someone who does doodles and writes about this au, I have some questions, so answer as many or as little as you want :D

Do the Emerald Soldiers and the government have a good relationship? Like do they work together at all or…?

Does being an avian automatically make you a part of Nexus? Or are you still considered “dangerous” by the average human or government if you have the wings? Like Jimmy, even if he isn’t a part of Nexus?

Is mumbo a human?

Does Scar hide his identity as an emerald soldier a secret for his own safety? Is being an Emerald Soldier considered a “bad thing” or are they just considered to be another police force?

Since the term “mutant” has now been narrowed down to the supposed “witches” and “sirens”, are there any other groups aside from Nexus that work against the government but are still mutants?

Will there be more recognition with Sirens as the story progresses?

Does Grian like mushrooms? :)

Will Grian’s reason for joining Nexus be explained through the story?

What do the other characters think about the Emerald Soldiers? Like for example, Mumbo, who knows about Grian’s secret identity, would he dislike the ES for attempting to attack/capture his friend?

That’s all, have a good day :D

Answer to the questions!

1. The emerald soldiers are a subdivision of the police department under the government jurisdiction. It's like the SWAT in the US

2. No, being an avian doesn't make you an automatic member of Nexus. Nexus is a revolutionary movement that works with the vigilante dynamic, trying to defend the people by unauthorized ways and giving attacks to the government system to destabilize it. Deryn (the original character who is the leader of Nexus) and grian just happen to both be avians. There are more characters like Jimmy, skizz and other characters who will eventually appear who are avians but aren't part of Nexus.

3. Yes, mumbo is human. But scar things he might be a vampire since he is really pale and always has red stuff around him (it's more a bit than a genuine belief)

4. Being an emerald soldier is not seen as a bad thing, on contrary they are well perceived, and in hotguy case is almost like he was a celebrity. Scar keeps his identity hidden as a way to protect him from possible attacks while he is out of service by orders of his superiors and a way to keep his privacy as a more personal motivation.

5. There probably is, but the other organizations are probably more of charities and social protection services rather than another vigilante group. But that doesn't take away the possibility of solo vigilantes without an organization.

6. Yes, there will be sirens soon

7. I think he likes them like any other food.

8. It will be explain the reason why Grian joined Nexus and his early years

9. Mumbo has a negative view of the emerald soldiers. He thinks they are cowards and that they sell themselves to the government with their humanity (but he does think hg is quite the handsome lad)

[narxcisse]

★ — Jimmy NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Jimmy x GN!Reader.

CW: Jimmy himself is a warning, suggestive, sexual content.

Art cr: I can't find the artist, if anyone knows who is please tell me!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jimmy isn’t the most tender when it comes to aftercare. If you’re lucky, he might toss you a water bottle or wipe you down with a half-clean towel, but don’t expect heartfelt cuddles. He sees aftercare as something “unnecessary,” though deep down, he might feel a flicker of guilt for neglecting it.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself is his hands—dexterous, strong, and capable of control. On you, he’s a sucker for the curve of your neck and collarbone, especially when marked by him. He loves leaving visible evidence of his ownership.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s not shy about being messy. Whether it’s marking your body or letting it get wherever it lands, he enjoys the possessiveness of it. He likes to cum inside you or on your face, cleaning up isn’t exactly a priority for him.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jimmy secretly gets off on the idea of control—tying someone up, blindfolding them, or even having them beg for him. He’d never outright admit it, but the power dynamics drive him wild.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced but in a raw, instinctual way. Jimmy knows what he’s doing, but it’s more about his confidence and charisma than any technical skill. He’s not one to focus on your pleasure unless it feeds his ego.

F = Favorite Position

He loves having you on your knees for him—whether it’s to assert dominance or because he enjoys the sight of you looking up at him. If it’s something more intimate, he’ll go for a position that allows him to see your face and reactions like missionary or cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jimmy isn’t goofy at all during sex. He takes it seriously, often brooding or intense. He might throw in the occasional cocky smirk or biting comment, but humor? Never.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself reasonably groomed, though not obsessively. He doesn’t pay much attention unless he knows he’s going to get lucky.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

While he can fake intimacy well, genuine moments of tenderness are rare. If he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, he might let his walls down briefly, but it’s fleeting and layered with his usual bravado.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Jimmy has no shame in masturbating and probably does it semi-regularly, often fueled by frustration or boredom. His thoughts often drift to darker fantasies, involving control or revenge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Control and power dynamics are his primary kinks. He’s into light bondage, marking, and maybe even a bit of pain (giving, not receiving). He also has a possessive streak, enjoying the idea of “claiming” you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere risky. He thrives on the thrill of almost getting caught—an alley, a car, or even a public restroom. The more dangerous, the better.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s turned on by defiance. If you challenge him, push back, or act like you’re not impressed by him, he’ll be all over you. Alternatively, vulnerability can also flip a switch in him—it makes him feel powerful.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that makes him feel out of control or vulnerable is a hard no. He’s also not one for overly sweet or “vanilla” acts; anything too soft makes him feel exposed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys receiving far more than giving and expects you to put effort into pleasing him. When it comes to giving, he’s skilled but impatient—he sees it as a means to an end rather than something to savor.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, unless he’s deliberately drawing things out to tease you. He thrives on urgency and intensity, rarely slowing down unless he’s in a rare, softer mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, especially in risky locations. They’re convenient, exciting, and require no emotional investment, which suits him perfectly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jimmy is all about risk, whether it’s location, trying something new, or pushing boundaries. He thrives on the adrenaline that comes with pushing limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got decent stamina but isn’t focused on marathon sessions. He’s more about intensity than longevity, though he can go a couple of rounds if the mood strikes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys but wouldn’t mind using them on you—especially if they emphasize his control over the situation. He wouldn’t use them on himself, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jimmy is a relentless tease. He enjoys withholding just to watch you squirm, drawing things out until you’re begging him to stop playing and just take you already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not overly loud but makes deep, guttural sounds that are low and rough. He’ll throw in the occasional sarcastic comment or sharp laugh, just to get a reaction.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jimmy secretly enjoys the idea of marking you in ways that last—hickeys, scratches, or even something permanent, like a tattoo or piercing, to remind you that you’re his.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s lean but strong, with a wiry build that hides surprising strength. He’s confident in his body, knowing how to use it to his advantage. For his size, 8 inches with a slight curve to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is high, but it’s not just about physical desire—it’s tied to his need for control and validation. If he’s feeling frustrated or out of sorts, it skyrockets.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jimmy rarely falls asleep immediately. Instead, he’ll light a cigarette, brood for a while, or even leave. Sleep isn’t something he associates with comfort or safety, so he avoids it.

[punksyeet]

- I Hate You, I Love You ❥

Plot: “Will I ever be happy again?”

Warning: Mature language, toxicity, heartbreak, & angst!

a/n: for some reason, i’ve been super motivated to write jimmy lately. this doesn’t happen a lot, so i’m taking advantage of it while it lasts. this is sad and super short, but i promise there will be a much longer part two. this is kinda just the backstory….if that makes sense??? enjoy. 🤍

part two is here! <3

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May 29th, 2025.

Exactly a year ago today, I felt the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I got cheated on by the one man that I loved the most in this world: Jonathan Fatu.

You’d think that a guy at his big age would be loyal by the time your three year anniversary rolls around, but nope.

Just hours after he kissed me goodbye and drove off to do a house show here in Florida, I got a text.

And, as you can probably guess, it was a photo.

A photo of the man I loved making out with some weak, zero-pop having bitch from NXT.

When I tell you my heart shattered.

And when I confronted him about it? He turned into an entirely new person. Someone I’ve never met before. And sure as hell not the man I loved and gave my heart to.

Just bullshit lie after bullshit lie.

“What the fuck you goin’ on about?”

“Baby, that wasn’t me. You forgettin’ I have a twin?”

“Ion even know her like that.”

“I ain’t got time to be kissin’ on some damn NXT hoe.”

And when I called him out on said bullshit lies?

“Nah, you trippin’ girl.”

“You ain’t gotta believe me. Ion give a fuck.”

“I’m leavin’ this damn house. Fuck her and you.”

And he did.

He never came back.

Since the minute that door closed, I haven’t been the same.

No more weekend partying with my girlfriends, who haven’t reached out in months due to me never answering my phone.

No more wrestling shows, which I found a ton of joy in while watching my ex compete in and dominate the tag division with his brother Josh.

I haven’t even shown up to my job which, coincidentally, is a photographer for WWE that he got me.

To sum it up, life has been absolute hell since he walked out of my front door. Of our front door.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but my stupid ass misses him. A lot.

Behind the toxicity, there was love. Real, genuine love.

Surprise and “just because” dinner dates.

Flower bouquets being either sent or brought home to me every night because he “appreciated my support always”.

Late night discussions - both in person and over the phone - about getting married and growing old together.

Making love to me whenever he saw me after days of being apart. Not just sex. Making love.

And now? Nothing.

It feels like the world around me is just dull.

And without him it’ll never go back to normal.

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** Jon’s POV **

“Uce, you alright?” my twin Josh asks, fixing his hair with a spray bottle in the mirror of our locker room.

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand down my face and resting my elbows on my knees. “Yeah. I’m alright, man.”

“No you ain’t,” he replies, taking a seat next to me on our sofa. “You missin’ her again, huh?”

Why do I even bother lying to this fool?

He knows me better than anyone.

When I don’t answer, he continues.

“Why don’t you go see her after the show? Just one more time? One last time to try and make shit right?”

I chew on my bottom lip, thinking for a minute.

Today marks a year since the worst mistake of my life.

The day I betrayed my lady.

The one woman that cared about me and showed me genuine love in this entire fucked up world.

She was my everything. And I was hers.

Up until a couple months ago, when I finally read the room and realized she wanted nothing to do with me, I been acting a fool.

Endless texts, calls, random bouquets to her house, hell even emails.

Nothing.

And I don’t blame her.

Maybe Josh is right.

I need to try. Just one last time.

I nod, slowly. “I’ll try, uce.”

He claps me on the back and leaves our room, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a deep sigh before getting up and heading over to the mirror to get ready for our match.

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“Hey mom,” I say, placing my phone down against a candle on my kitchen island.

“Hey baby doll. How are you doing?”

I sigh, shrugging slightly. “I’m alive.”

She gives me an empathetic smile. “Damn right you are. And I’m proud of you, honey.”

When I show no reaction, she continues.

“I know this is a rough day for you, and this might not be what you want to hear…”

I take a deep breath, one that she can’t hear.

“But sweetie, you need to move on. If that man loved you, he would’ve never done what he did. And you know it.”

My nostrils flare and I blink back a singular tear.

“Honey?”

I shake my head, tucking my lips in.

I can’t have this talk with her. Not now. Not today.

“I have to go, mom.”

“Gia-“

The sound of a FaceTime call hanging up echoes throughout my kitchen.

And shortly after, I break down.

With all the force in the world, I swing at a glass filled with water and it flies across the room, eventually smashing against the refrigerator and to the floor.

Why the fuck did he have to hurt me this way?

I’ve only ever shown him love. What did I do to deserve this?

Back against the wall, I slide down and tuck my face into my knees.

Will I ever be happy again?

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MIDNIGHT SIN

summary: her father sold her off, he didn’t care about her anymore he just wanted the money. Sold her off to bloodsucking vampires that can just kill her within seconds due to how sweet she smelt. Jimmy warned her to stay away, to mind her business while living with them giving her the cold shoulder, but she couldn’t help herself but not to stay away.

warnings contain: explicit sexual content, bloodplay, possessive, supernatural themes. (Reader discretion is advised), dark romance, sold off.

If you’re not into biting, obsession, and being absolutely devoured by a cold-hearted vampire…then you should go ahead n skip this.

word count: 6.6k

SO MDNI

Jimmy Uso x Soleia

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She was in disbelief that her father could betray her in such a manner. Despite her desperate attempts to fend off him and his associates, it was futile; they possessed greater strength than she did—her screams echoed as she kicked her feet, pleading with him not to treat her as if she were merely a commodity to be sold at a market.

She found herself perplexed by his actions and the motives behind such behavior, yet it shattered her heart—the individual she had admired was betraying her trust for reasons unknown.

A needle had been inserted into her neck, introducing an unknown substance as her eyelids fluttered, fighting to remain open while she sensed someone lifting her towards the car, accompanied by the sound of their voices.

“You sure they aren’t going to eat her? These are vampires we are talking about Daniel.” The man said.

Daniel shook his head, “I’ve been knowing the Fatu’s for a while now, they aren’t gonna hurt her.” He said.

And that was the final sound she perceived before darkness enveloped her; the car door closed behind her as her father and his companion entered the vehicle, with him seated in the passenger's seat, both casting their gazes upon Soleia.

“You think she’ll forgive you?”

“She’ll be thanking me soon.”

—

Soleia awoke, feeling a dull ache in her neck as she gently massaged it with her hand. Rubbing her eyes to restore her vision, she surveyed her surroundings and realized she was not in her home, but in an unfamiliar place. The room was enveloped in a delightful aroma of coconut and honey, filling the entire bedroom.

She could perceive the enticing aroma of lunch being prepared, wafting into her bedroom, prompting her to reluctantly rise from the bed to uncover the source of the commotion. How long had she been in slumber? And what brought her to this place?

She gently opened the door, peering out to find the area devoid of anyone, yet the enticing aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. As she strolled down the hallway, she admired the mansion adorned with vibrant Samoan culture and colors. Suddenly, her gaze fell upon an individual standing before her, a warm smile gracing their face.

Soleia was taken aback by his presence, unable to identify the man who stood at an impressive 6'2", casting a shadow that made her feel diminutive in comparison.

“I see that you’re finally awake! I’m Joshua by the way.” Jey said as he introduced himself.

She shook his hand before speaking, “I’m S-soleia…” she said nervously while fiddling with her clothes which made him chuckle at her cuteness.

“You don’t have to be shy little mama, we are friendly fasho, c’mon you must be hungry.” She nodded her head as she followed him down the steps with his arm around her shoulders.

Upon doing so, she observed a multitude of individuals gathered in the kitchen or the living room, engrossed in either a captivating screen or a book. At that moment, all eyes shifted towards her, as if she were an exquisite feast.

Although it made her feel anxious and frightened, as she was unfamiliar with these individuals and believed they were equally unacquainted with her—that was when she noticed another gentleman approaching her, a smile gracing his lips.

“You must be Soleia, your father has told me so much about you hon.” Rikishi said.

How does he know her father?

“Welcome to the family, gon’ ahead and take a seat. We are just now finishing lunch for you.” Why were they being friendly to her? What was going on?

Jey graciously drew out a chair for her as she settled into it, eagerly anticipating her meal. The moment the aroma wafted through the air, she instantly recognized it as her beloved lunch dish, one that she and her father would lovingly prepare during her childhood.

How the fuck did they know all of this?

She perceived the stove's click as a petite woman set her meal directly before her, the aroma of the food striking her senses like a bolt of lightning. The short lady offered her a smile before gracefully exiting the kitchen.

Soleia elegantly secured her hair around her wrist as she gathered her naturally long locks into a refined bun. With a pair of chopsticks in hand, which rested beside her on the table, she commenced her meal. Although she sensed the eyes of those around her observing her as she enjoyed her lunch, she chose to disregard their presence, feigning that they were invisible.

It was her beloved Korean delicacy, prepared to perfection according to her preferences. As she began to slurp the noodles, a deep sigh escaped her lips, for her heart danced with delight, and her taste buds savored every exquisite flavor of the black bean noodles.

She elegantly took a napkin from beside her, delicately wiping her mouth before resuming her enjoyment of the black bean noodles. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a tall figure, standing at 6'3", with flowing hair and arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the wall as he observed her with keen interest.

Nearly indistinguishable from Jey, presuming they were twins without a single inquiry, she observed a girl approaching him, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she bestowed a kiss upon him, expressing her affection, which in turn elicited a smile from him.

Soleia minded her business as she had seen Jey sitting next to her.

“How is it?” Jey asked.

She took a slight pause for a moment before wiping her mouth again, “it’s good really good, my favorite Korean meal and was that your mother? She cooked it so well.” Soleia replied with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, that’s our mama for ya. She’s really sweet, oh I can show you around the crib if you like.” Soleia nodded her head as her and Jey continued to talk with each other.

Soleia began to sense a growing comfort in their presence, yet she remained vigilant, uncertain of their genuine motives and the reasons behind their kindness towards her—this unnerved her, compelling her to maintain her defenses for the time being.

She was not particularly forthcoming with someone she had yet to meet. Thus, she felt compelled to shield herself until she could obtain some clarity. Jey was graciously guiding her through the residence, sharing tales of their history and the duration of their family's ownership of the house.

He guided her through the exquisite bedrooms, showcased the serene pool nestled in the backyard, and revealed the elegant balcony, along with various other splendid features of the residence. Notably, he highlighted the exclusive private gym located in the basement, thoughtfully available should she wish to engage in a workout.

“Will I still be able to go to work?” She asked.

“Yeah, of course. We will just be watching over you for safety reasons.” He said.

Safety reasons?

“Watch over me? Why?”

"Our only concern is your well-being, and I sincerely hope this doesn’t cause you any discomfort." Jey was striving to ensure she felt at ease while residing with them, unaware that her father had bartered her to a group of vampires due to his dire financial situation stemming from a gambling addiction that had depleted his resources, compelling him to take such drastic measures.

She shook her head, “if that’s ya’ll jobs then I’m not trippin’ Jey.” A little protection wouldn’t hurt right?

As they proceeded with the house tour, she noticed the same individual strolling past her and Jey. Their eyes met briefly, sending a shiver of fear through her before she averted her gaze, concentrating instead on Jey's conversation as they moved further away.

—

Following the tour, Soleia managed to retrieve her phone along with several garments that had been neatly packed within a suitcase, presuming that her father was responsible for this, as she had noticed text messages from Jaida, her closest companion.

Jaida🩵: GIRL WYA? Jaida🩵: ARE YOU OKAY? Jaida🩵: PLEASE TEXT ME BACK

Soleia began texting her best friend back.

Leia🌺: I’m okay Jaida 

Jaida🩵: thank god! I thought something happened to you

Leia🌺: I think something did bc I literally woke up in a random house filled with ppl ion even know 

Jaida🩵: what? Where's your father?

She didn’t know.

Leia🌺: idk the last thing I remember was getting stick in the neck with a needle and being put in the backseat after that everything went black

Jaida🩵: omggg wya?

Leia🌺: girl I don’t know honestly but I already met one of the guys and their pops. Lemme tell you girl…

She found herself contemplating him, the towering man standing at 6’3”, who gazed at her as she enjoyed her lunch, following their shared glance during the house tour that Jey was providing.

Jaida🩵: what? Is one of them fine asf?

Leia🌺: YES FINE AS HELL I TELL U

Jaida🩵: ouuu girl what does he looked like

Leia🌺: he’s like 6’3 tall asf and had these tribal tattoos over his arms with his long curly hair out

Jaida🩵: 6’3? Did you get a name or something?

Upon reflection, it appears he never truly introduced himself to her. It almost gives the impression that he was acting indifferent, as if he were giving her the cold shoulder, suggesting she had done something wrong, despite the fact that they had yet to meet.

Leia🌺: nah I didn’t but I got the other guys name, name is Joshua but his ppl call him Josh or Jey

Jaida🩵: Joshua? As in Joshua fatu?

Leia🌺: yeah? You know them?

Jaida🩵: yeah I do actually, just be careful Leia. They seem friendly and kind but one wrong move your done

That filled her with trepidation, for what Jaida had just conveyed—what could she possibly mean by that? Now, she must tread with utmost caution and vigilance in their presence, especially after having seen that text message from her.

Leia🌺: wym??

Jaida🩵: you’ll find out sooner or later couldn’t believe your father would do something like that to his own daughter 

Leia🌺: I’m so confused here Jaida

Jaida🩵: look bestie you’ll find out soon enough okay?

She chose not to persist in inquiring about the circumstances, opting instead to let it be, which left her mind in a state of confusion and feeling excluded from the unfolding events.

Leia🌺: aight…but I’m going to go workout I’ll text you later 

Jaida🩵: okay girl be safe and ily

Leia🌺: I love you too 

With that, Soleia made her way to her suitcase in search of her workout attire, her thoughts drifting curiously to the events that transpired during her blackout in the backseat.

And what could her closest companion possibly mean by expressing disbelief that her father had committed such an act against her? What exactly had he done? She craved answers, yet she would have to be patient for the time being. As she was in the process of changing her attire, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her, causing her to halt mid-change as she invited the visitor to enter.

It was Jey coming in to check up on her.

“Hey, I was just checking in on you.” Jey said.

“Oh, I was just going to head to the gym down in the basement if that was okay?” Soleia replied.

“You good little mama, I think my brother will be down there just to give you a heads up.” She assumed right that was his brother as she nodded her head

She prayed in her mind that when she goes down there that it wouldn’t be awkward with him and her down there working out, “So Soleia where you from originally?”

“I’m originally from Atlanta but my dad got custody over me so we moved down there to Louisiana.”

“So an ATL girl I’m assuming.”

She chucked at him, “something like that but ion really go out as much since I’m always at work and tired after a long shift.” He nodded his head in agreement, understanding that feeling especially with being a wrestler doing matches and gambling most of the time.

“Yeah I feel you on that.” He replied.

“You wrestle or something it looks like it.” She says.

“Yeah, I am actually surprised you know something about it.”

Soleia shrugged her shoulders, “I mean I just only heard rumors that yall like to gamble for money and stuff.”

“Well those rumors are definitely true but we don’t do it often, only ever once in blue moon.” 

“Gotta have something in your pockets.” She effortlessly transformed into her workout attire within the confines of the bathroom, skillfully securing her hair into a casual bun with a hair clip. Upon exiting the bathroom, she found Jey comfortably seated on her bed.

She elegantly seized her wireless headphones along with her Stanley cup brimming with chilled water, and her phone, ensuring she could seamlessly connect her wireless headphones to it.

“Damn you came prepared.” Jey joked.

“It’s nothing really, probably just going to run on the treadmill and do some simple stretches before dinner.” Soleia replied as she had seen Jey opening up the door for her like a gentleman.

Soleia was about to walk out until she heard Jey say something to her.

“By the way don’t worry about my brother, he’s nonchalant and cold so I wouldn’t pay him any mind.” She nodded her head as she walked towards the basement where the gym was at.

As she engaged in her activity, she noticed Jey's twin brother diligently exercising on the bench, performing his bench press, completely absorbed in his workout with his wireless headphones on, oblivious to her presence as she mirrored his actions.

She gracefully approached the treadmill, carefully positioning it within the cup holder, alongside her phone resting on the opposite side. As she adorned her head with wireless headphones, she gently nudged them aside to reach for her phone, eager to launch her Apple Music and indulge in the melodies from her curated playlist.

In the meantime, Jimmy had detected her fragrance from a considerable distance, even before she descended to this place. He paused his bench press routine, carefully placing the metal bar back on the rack, as he observed her every single movement.

He observed how her workout attire accentuated her curves exquisitely, with her derrière appearing delightfully rounded in her leggings, which left him feeling constrained in his shorts. Nevertheless, he succeeded in pushing those thoughts aside as he watched her stride towards the treadmill, immersed in her music.

He rose from the bench, delicately wiping the perspiration from his brow as he savored a sip of water before making his way to the dumbbells. He seized one of the weights and commenced his sets, alternating arms while observing her reflection in the mirror—it was as if he were attempting to decipher her thoughts, yet her mind remained inscrutable.

‘She’s pretty as fuck’ As he concentrated on his workouts, those were the thoughts occupying his mind. He found it impossible to avert his gaze from her figure, particularly the way her curves moved enticingly in those leggings while she gracefully ran on the treadmill.

Until he heard his brother mind-linking with him.

“Damn staring as much twin?”

He rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t staring at nun you just trippin’”

“Twin, I saw you stare at her and literally called her pretty dawg, don't try to manipulate me.”

At present, he and Trinity find themselves entangled in a situationship. The ongoing tension and disputes between them escalated to such an extent that it became physical, leading to a relationship that has now devolved into mere physical intimacy.

“What’chu think of her twin?”

“She cool I guess.”

He heard his brother smacking his lips, “stop acting so nonchalant, I think little mama is a  cool girl who stays to herself and goes to work.”

“You already gave her a nickname?”

He was taken aback that his brother bestowed a nickname upon her so quickly, especially since they had only just met today. What was it about Soleia that inspired such familiarity?

“Yeah, she cool as fuck though. You need to holla at her for real.”

Jimmy shakes his head, “nah, I’m good besides I got Trin.”

“That’s toxic ass shit? Don’t you get tired of that cycle with her?”

“Yeah, but if the pussy good I’m staying.”

Jimmy observed Soleia halting the treadmill to take a refreshing sip from her Stanley cup before removing her hoodie, which was part of her workout attire. As she did so, Jimmy found himself pausing for a moment, captivated by her figure. The way her skin shimmered in the soft glow of the gym light made him instinctively lick his lips.

“She’s got your attention uce.”

“Fuck, she sure do.”

She gracefully approached the area where he was seated, carefully placing her hoodie and Stanley cup on one of the benches, along with her phone. As their eyes met once more, she offered him a gentle smile, then glided past him, leaving him captivated by her enchanting fragrance, which stirred a wild desire within him, making him acutely aware of his arousal, yearning to break free from the confines of his shorts.

Soleia seized a pair of dumbbells, gracefully positioning herself as she lowered her body, then lifted her chest while executing her dumbbell squats—Jimmy observed her technique, noting its perfection, a sight he had never encountered before as she maintained her steady pace.

“You gon’ keep staring at her or say something twin.”

“Nah, I’m good Trin will kill me if I do.”

“Maneee fuck her, you got a pretty ass girl right there in front of you that could probably treat you better than Trin. Maybe even let you get a taste.”

He could detect her fragrance wafting tantalizingly close, his senses yearning for a taste of her blood at this very moment; however, he had to maintain his poise, not wishing to frighten the young lady.

“She does smell good though, but doesn’t she know that her father sold her to us?”

“I don’t think she did. She was black out when they had dropped her off and gave us the money before leaving.”

“Damn poor baby doesn’t even know, she’ll find out eventually.”

Jimmy couldn't help but admire her figure in those leggings, captivated by the way she moved up and down during her sets. It stirred something within him—provoking tantalizing thoughts about how perfectly he would fit inside her.

He could tell that she was flexible.

“Twin, keep your nasty ass thought to yo’ self dawg.”

“How about you stay out of my head aight?”

Once he observed that she had completed her set, she elegantly returned the dumbbells to the rack alongside the others. Sweat cascaded down her forehead, prompting her to wipe it away as she indulged in another sip of water.

Soleia elegantly secured her hoodie around her waist, clutching her phone and Stanley cup in one hand. As she gracefully passed by Jimmy once more, she remained oblivious to his presence, acutely aware of his gaze following her. With poise, she ascended the stairs to indulge in a refreshing shower.

Jimmy glanced at the time on his phone, noticing it was nearly dinner, prompting him to conclude his set before the meal.

“Could’ve said something to her.”

“She wasn’t even paying me no mind twin, but her smile is pretty too fucking pretty can’t be around that.”

“Yeah, because you’re a horny fuck that’s why.”

He shook his head at his brother's comment while finishing up his set.

—

Soleia found herself in her room, engrossed in a show on the screen, when she noticed her mouth was parched. She resolved to fill her Stanley cup with water—pausing the show as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. However, before she could reach her destination, she was startled by the faint sounds of moans emanating from somewhere nearby.

She cautiously peeked her head around the corner, having spotted Jey's brother lounging on the couch downstairs, his hand engaged in a rather intimate act—her eyes widened in astonishment at the impressive size before her. Not wishing to disturb him, she silently descended the steps, making her way toward the kitchen.

Yet, he could already perceive her presence, even as she feigned ignorance of him, delicately lifting the lid of her Stanley cup to pour water within. The sound of a deep, primal moan slipping from his lips sent delightful shivers coursing down her spine.

“Fuck, I’m finna cum.” That’s all she heard from his voice.

She found herself in a delicate charade, acting as if he were not in the living room, his hand moving rhythmically over his member while she was in attendance. After caressing her cup, she switched off the water and replaced the lid on the cup.

She entered one of the cabinets to retrieve a snack prior to ascending the stairs to enjoy her show. She took hold of her snack while gently shutting the cabinet door, then turned to exit. In that moment, she inadvertently collided with him, prompting her to gaze up at him with her cherubic expression.

He looked so imitating it scared her causing her to look down at her feet.

“I didn’t mean to bump into you, I-I’ll pay attention next time.” She was very soft spoken but also shy and nervous.

That’s when he spoke, “look at me babydoll.” She looked deeply into his brown eyes as he reciprocated the gaze, finally able to behold the beautiful face he had longed to see since her father had sold her. And indeed, she appeared absolutely breathtaking in person.

His voice resonated with a deep richness akin to luxurious honey as he spoke to her. Wasn't it Jey who described him as indifferent and aloof? She nervously bit her lower lip, nearly succumbing to her emotions, which elicited a smirk from him, amused by her bashfulness.

“Be careful next time doll, aight?” She inclined her head, not wishing to obstruct his path, while reminding herself of his cold demeanor, which indicated he was utterly insufferable, and she simply had no time for such nonsense.

She inclined her head, not wishing to obstruct his path, while reminding herself of his cold demeanor, which indicated he was utterly insufferable, and she simply had no time for such nonsense.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Soleia said to herself while walking over towards her bed while placing her Stanley cup on the mini dresser next to her.

She inclined her head, not wishing to obstruct his path, while reminding herself of his cold demeanor, which indicated he was utterly insufferable, and she simply had no time for such nonsense.

She grabbed her phone and immediately texted Jaida.

Leia🌺: bitch 

Jaida🩵: what happened are you okay?

Leia🌺: yes I’m fine but I just caught Jey’s brother jerking off in the living room 

Jaida🩵: WHAT??? WAS IT BIG?

She couldn’t help herself but admit that it was big and it was pretty, especially his mushroom tip.

Leia🌺: yesss it was big and pretty Jaida 

Jaida🩵: ouuuu girl remember what I told you about them be careful ion need you to get hurt

Leia🌺: I’ll be okay bestie besides I’m staying out the way and just going to work 

Jaida🩵: period is there mansion like big or?

Leia🌺: it’s hella huge honestly when Jey showed me around the place and they have a pool too

Jaida🩵: that’s the Fatu’s for you but still wouldn’t trust them until you get some information about what happened so keep your guard up.

Leia🌺: oh I will 

Jaida🩵: so is Jimmy mean or what?

Jimmy? That was his name? Interesting.

Leia🌺: that’s his name?

Jaida🩵: he didn’t tell you?

Leia🌺: no he’s been giving me the cold shoulder especially when he’s around some girl 

Jaida🩵: oh that’s Trinity, don’t  worry about her she’s very he and her are like in a situationship rn

Leia🌺: oh like the toxic ones I suppose, yeah most definitely staying away from him

Jaida🩵: yeah once she sees him with someone else that’s not her she’ll lose her shit completely 

Leia🌺: ohhhh she one of them yeah I’ll rather hang out with Jey than him don’t want no problems 

Jaida🩵: most definitely but you tryna head to the club tmr night?

Leia🌺: omggg yes I need to be out anyways.

Jaida🩵: kk be ready around nine thirty okay?

Leia🌺: aight bestie I’ll see you tmr

Jaida🩵: see you tmr 🫶🏽

With that, Soleia set her phone on the charger beside her in bed, gracefully opening her snacks while she continued to indulge in her show on the screen until slumber overtook her.

In the meantime, Jimmy found himself restless in bed, sighing deeply as thoughts of Soleia consumed him. Her grace and poise captivated him, making him realize that this was the connection he truly desired, rather than his relationship with Trin.

Especially the way she was all nervous and shy around him made him feel some type of way but she was just someone who’s father had sold her off to some vampires. She wasn’t that special right?

“You thinking about her aren’t you?” Here he goes.

“Can you not be in my thoughts right now?”

“Nah, because yo’ ass can’t sleep without thinking about Soleia dawg.”

Jimmy found himself in a state of denial regarding his thoughts of Soleia while he was with Trin; she was all he ever required until Soleia's unexpected arrival began to deeply unsettle his mind. It was as if he craved something novel and invigorating.

“She’s not that important, she’s just pretty face that’s all.”

“You saying that while beating your meat just an hour ago thinking about her twin c’mon I know you.”

“I’ma have to start shutting off my mind whenever your near.” However, his twin brother was not mistaken; he found himself indulging in self-pleasure merely at the thought of Soleia, despite having uttered not a single word to her. Yet, she had already ensnared him into actions he typically reserves only for Trin.

The mere thought of Soleia sent a surge of desire through him, and the proximity they shared when she accidentally collided with him was intoxicating—she resembled a delicate doe, both in her beauty and in the graceful way she navigated her surroundings without disturbing a soul.

He could sense his rigid member pressing uncomfortably against his shorts as he gazed at Trin, who was resting serenely on his chest, prompting him to mutter curses under his breath.

“Finna go handle that.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Aye don’t get mad at me because you thinking about little mama, twin she got you hooked without even doing anything.”

Jimmy gently shifted Trin away from him as he entered their bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He flicked on the lights and approached the mirror, noticing his impressive arousal evident through his shorts. He then made his way to the toilet, sitting down and lowering his shorts along with his black boxers, feeling the weight of his long nine-inch cock resting against his stomach.

A glistening pre-cum trickled from the tip as he moistened his hand and began to caress his cock with a deliberate slowness. Trin was far from his thoughts; his mind was solely occupied with visions of Soleia and the way she appeared during her workout today.

The manner in which her derrière swayed in those pink leggings while she was jogging on the treadmill today left him pondering the possibilities of what she could accomplish with such a captivating figure.

He envisions her arching her back against him, as he observes her form bouncing against his hips while he gently tugs at her hair, bringing her to the brink, their tongues entwined, captivated by the sight of her beautiful face, all sultry and pouting as he immerses himself in her warmth.

He was acutely aware of her undeniable arousal and the allure of her exquisite femininity—Jimmy felt an overwhelming desire to indulge in her depths as he watched her descend the stairs, feigning ignorance to his lascivious act.

“Mhm, fuck mama. you don’t know what you doing to me.” Jimmy moaned softly while stroking his cock.

He yearned to indulge her to the point of utter surrender, desiring to savor her essence, to leave his mark upon her with his incisive fangs, claiming her as his exclusive possession. Yet, he felt no compulsion to act on these desires, for he had Trin, did he not?

He desired to possess her completely, pushing her to the brink of tears and pleading for him to cease, all while he held her tightly—her cries echoing his name, urging him to continue their passionate encounter.

He imagined delving into every conceivable aspect with her—tenderly grasping her hair, kissing her fervently as if he had never done so sufficiently, particularly encouraging her to arch her back solely for his pleasure.

He dampened his lips and drew them inward as he rushed forward, his hand gliding quickly, causing his legs to quiver with frailty.

Jimmy hastened his steps, tilting his head back in sheer delight, his eyes rolling as he playfully nibbled on his lower lip.

“Fuckkk.” 

Jimmy experienced his legs buckle beneath him, his muscles tightening as his arousal surged, gripping himself more firmly, fully conscious that he was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

He yearned for her company at this very moment, wishing to embellish her stunning visage with his tender essence, crafting a creation that was truly magnificent.

He sensed his muscles contracting and his thighs firming as he maintained a deliberate rhythm around his member, leading him into a whirlwind of sensations.

As he hastened his steps, he sensed a strengthening grip, his thumb gliding effortlessly over the tip. A soft moan slipped from his lips, uttering her name, as his body quivered.

His eyes flew open as a surge of tension seized his abdomen, indicating that he was mere moments from attaining his climax.

“Oh fuck, fuckk.” He murmured gently as he hastened his stride, sensing his muscles tighten while remaining still.

In the recesses of his thoughts, her voice resonated, calling him daddy, her soft-spoken words lingering in the air. "Are you going to cum for me, daddy?" he replied in a deep, husky tone, "Y-yes, mamas, I’m about to release, baby. Daddy is about to release for you." A low moan escaped his lips, accompanied by a deep growl.

He envisioned her presence, delicately caressing him while he observed her actions, her innocent gaze fixed upon him, accompanied by that familiar gentle whisper in his mind, "make a mess on my hands daddy, I wanna lick all up." In that instant, his body responded with intense waves of warmth coursing through him, plunging him into a euphoric state of bliss. "Damn, I’m about to cum, oh damn, I’m about to cum." A soft moan slipped from his lips as he descended from his peak. Jimmy's breaths became heavy, his heart racing as he felt the heat radiating from his body.

Jimmy had observed his hand enveloped in his warm, thick essence as he reached for the toilet paper beside him to cleanse his hands—he rose from the toilet, discarding the paper into the bowl as he activated the flush.

He meticulously washed his hands afterward, ensuring cleanliness, before extinguishing the lights in the bathroom. However, he felt compelled to check on Soleia, curious about her activities. As Jimmy opened his bedroom door, he noticed that Soleia's television was still aglow while he made his way toward her door.

Jimmy gently twisted the doorknob, peering into her room where he found her peacefully asleep, her gaze lost in the flickering screen, snacks carelessly left open beside her. He paused, contemplating whether to retreat, yet an inexplicable force compelled him to step inside as he moved silently into the room.

He observed her engrossed in her beloved series, Bridgerton, on Netflix, which elicited a soft chuckle from him. With a graceful motion, he seized the remote control and switched off the television. He then took her chips, rolled them up, and placed them beside her on the petite dresser. As he gently repositioned her to the center of the bed, he ensured she wouldn’t tumble off the edge.

However, he found it impossible to resist the temptation to position himself between her legs, taking great care not to disturb her slumber as he inhaled her intoxicating fragrance—his nose gently grazing her neck while he planted a tender kiss upon it, causing her to stir in her dreams.

That’s when he snapped out of it.

What the fuck is he doing? All that occupied his mind was the thought of her as he stepped back, gently draping the blanket over her form, tenderly brushing her hair aside to admire her features more clearly.

He attempted to delve into her thoughts, yet he found himself unable to penetrate their depths, which left him profoundly frustrated.

“I can’t hear what you’re thinking doll, that frustrates me.” He whispered gently while placing a kiss on her forehead before getting off of the bed.

He was about to leave when he heard her softly murmur in her sleep, pleading not to go and to leave her be. He dismissed it as merely a reflection of her troubled dreams, nothing more.

“Papa..,don’t leave me…” She mumbled in her sleep.

Jimmy began to feel a sense of pity for her, as she was completely unaware of the circumstances surrounding her. Her father had merely sold her to them out of financial desperation. However, this was not Jimmy's concern as he exited her room, making his way towards his own.

He gently closed the door behind him as he nestled back into bed beside Trin, who was sleeping soundly. The sight of her peaceful slumber compelled him to draw her closer to his body, yet his mind was consumed with thoughts of Soleia and the tantalizing moment when he nearly tasted her blood upon his lips.

But he managed to control him until his twin brother said something.

“You’re attracted to her twin, literally almost got a taste of her.”

“It ain’t even like that, I just wasn’t in the right headspace.”

“If it wasn’t like that then why go in her room then? Seems like to me her scent is getting to you.”

He rolled his eyes, “nah you trippin’”

“Whatever dawg, I know she can treat you better than Trin I mean that’s the main reason why you’re so cold hearted and nonchalant it’s because of that toxic ass cycle yall got going on.”

Jimmy was not always this way until he encountered Trin during the formative phases of their careers—their bond was consistently harmonious and devoid of any toxic energy. However, that fateful night when he discovered Trin being unfaithful with one of his friends shattered his spirit.

For several months, they refrained from communicating after he ended their relationship. However, after a year or two, she reached out to him, inquiring if they could begin anew. He consented, sensing that she had transformed.

The experience was delightful the second time, until her self-absorption and jealousy surfaced whenever he conversed with another woman who was not her. She would unjustly accuse him of actions he would never consider. This led him to suspect that she might be unfaithful once more; however, he chose to remain and simply suggested that they could engage in a physical relationship from that point forward, as he felt a strong attachment to her.

And Trin had him completely ensnared, unlike anyone else, transforming their relationship into a complex situationship. He found himself battling inner demons, all while undergoing a profound change due to her influence.

But now seeing Soleia living with them it started to mess with his head now.

“What makes shawty different than Trin?”

“Like I told you, Little mama is pretty and stays to herself and has a good career. She could show you something different.”

Jimmy observed that Soleia tends to keep to herself, often retreating to her room, distancing herself from everyone, including him.

“I already saw Takecia visions, she even drew it on a blank sheet of paper, you and shawty gonna be together and she’s a lover twin.”

Takecia's visions were not consistently precise, as they had the tendency to fluctuate from time to time; however, it was possible for them to be accurate, though he remained uncertain.

“You know her visions aren’t always true twin.”

“Yeah,  but this one could be true. You just need to wait and see. I mean little mama already got you in a chokehold without even trying.”

Jimmy was acutely aware, deep within, that his twin was correct; however, he found himself in a state of denial. His attachment to Trinity was so profound that it felt as though he was compelled to remain by her side.

“Look I’m finna head to sleep we will talk about this later twin.”

“A’ight then Twin.”

—

Soleia stirred from her extended slumber, surveying her surroundings. She observed that the television was off and felt the soft blanket enveloping her. As she rose from the bed, she gracefully discarded the blanket and reached for her phone, which lay beside her, to check the time.

At the stroke of midnight, she let out a deep sigh while reaching for her snacks, intending to return them to the cabinets. She opened her door slightly, peering out to find everyone in slumber, before gracefully stepping out of her bedroom and making her way downstairs to the kitchen.

As she approached the kitchen, she rose onto her tippy toes to return her snacks, preparing to take them along for lunch when she heads to work later in the afternoon. She shut the cabinets, having heard footsteps entering the kitchen, which startled her. Swiftly, she turned around to find him standing there, arms crossed and hair tousled.

She experienced a sense of fear and intimidation as she pressed herself against the kitchen counter, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him, just as she often does.

“What’chu doing up?” Jimmy asked as his voice was raspy and deep when he spoke.

“Oh I was just putting up my snacks…I’m sorry if I woke you up.” Soleia replied while looking down at her feet as she was fiddling with the hem of her pajama pants.

He found it endearing that she appeared anxious in his presence as she prepared to ascend the steps. He gently pulled her by the waist, capturing her attention as she glanced at him for a brief moment.

“You good just don’t do that again aight? Don’t need you waking up nobody else.” She felt a sense of intimidation in his presence, his icy demeanor sending shivers down her spine as she nodded in acquiescence. He released his grip on her waist, allowing her to ascend the stairs, his gaze lingering on her as she made her way up.

He felt compelled to maintain this icy facade to avoid forming any emotional ties with her, as he had relocated Trinity and would go to any lengths for her. Meanwhile, Soleia quietly closed the door behind her as she nestled back into her bed.

Draping the blanket over her form, as the night promised to be brisk, her mind was consumed with thoughts of his gaze upon her and the chill that enveloped him. It unsettled her profoundly, wishing fervently that their paths would not cross again.

She recalls Jaida advising her to keep her distance, particularly when he is in the company of his girlfriend, and that is precisely what she intends to do—maintain her distance to avoid any unnecessary drama.

Soleia nestled into her bed, lying on her side, her eyes gently closing as she drifted back into slumber; tomorrow promised to be a lengthy day ahead.

Midnight Sin.

a/n: ngl I feel like midnight sin will help me with my writers block I had with moon bound 

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

STAY UCEY.

chapter two

introductions

[tatsugiriroll]

I keep seeing posts abt how “the evils of capitalism” is “missing the point” of mouthwashing . you guys Know a game can have more than one theme/message right? You Know the setting was specifically chosen by the devs for the purpose of the story right? Like it’s not just set dressing?

Do you think there would still be a busted vent for someone to get killed in if the company wasn’t maximizing profit over employees? And locks on the cabin doors? Do you think Anya would have had no one else but curly to turn to if the ship wasn’t being run on a skeleton crew, and there were more people onboard? Would Swansea have been able to keep utility off limits as long as he did? Do you think Anya would have reacted the same to her termination news if she had been fairly compensated and did have savings? would Daisuke have been stuck with a mentor who hated his guts if there was more than one engineer on the job? would the psych evaluations have gone over the same if they’d been conducted by a different doctor so Anya could have gotten hers done too? Do you think the injured curly would have been left alone and defenseless in the medical ward if there were more staff? Would he still be laying in his own bloody unchanged bandages? Do you think jimmy would have gotten away with half the shit he did if there was some semblance of employee rights, and no fear of termination or backlash from accusing him?

like guys this is all just off the top of my head. YES the message of “men will cover for their abuser friends until it’s too late for anyone” is prevalent, timely, and important, but the setting is INTEGRAL to what motivates characters and how they react to the story’s events!!! you cannot separate the two!!!!! can anyone hear me !

[usomads]

Make You Sweat // Jimmy Uso x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hiiii, so sorry for no stories in like a week.. I’ve been sick 😭 but I finally have been feeling better and thought I’d give y’all a little blurb to get y’all by until the next one! The way Jim looked at WarGames?! MY GODDD 🤤 also why’s this gif an hour long… anywayssss here’s a lil Jimmy smut to get y’all through, as always happy reading!!

Plot -> It’s getting hot in here… and not just from the sauna. 

Pairings -> Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Public Sex, P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 1.5k

“13… 14… 15…” You relaxed, releasing the pulldown bar and catching your breath. The workout playlist you had on echoed through your headphones as you focused on the rise and fall of your chest, sweat dripping from you as you got up from the bench and wiped down your equipment. Usually after doing your workout you would go straight home, but today you decided to do something different. You had been meaning to use the new sauna your gym had installed, but never really had the motivation to try it out. Today was different- you were in the mood to sweat a little bit more, so you removed your pump cover and placed it with your gym bag and walked to the sauna. Approaching the door you realized the dial had already been turned on. Great… another person in here to make awkward ass small talk with. You sighed before opening the door, the steam and heat immediately smacking you in the face. A man’s voice chuckled in front of you and you looked up to see the source. He was hot, and not just from the sauna. He was toned for sure, his light brown skin glistening from sweat as he sat staring at you… adorned only with a towel around his waist. “O-oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-” you turned to exit the steam room, embarrassed for walking in on him. 

“Don’t be, you’re good, ma,” your stomach fluttered as his husky voice uttered the pet name. “First time?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered as he stared at you. “M’not too familiar with how these things work. Didn’t know you could be naked in these things.” You blushed, looking at your feet. He chuckled at your nervousness.

“I got a towel on, but I can get naked if you want me to…” your eyes widen as he lets out a deep laugh. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But yeah, you can wear anything in here. Gym clothes, a towel, nothing, just kinda depends on how comfortable you are, I guess.” 

“Good to know…” you hesitated, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Jonathan, but call me Jon.” Jon smiled at you and stuck his hand out to shake.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You accepted his hand and a series of goosebumps spread across your body as you touched. A shiver ran down your spine at the contact, making you gasp. Why the fuck is he so damn fine? You retract your hand quickly, sitting down on the bench next to him. A smirk spreads across his face as he eyes you closely, watching how frazzled you look from the simple interaction. He takes you in from his peripherals, watching the sweat that glazed your skin trickle down your body as you close your eyes and rest your head on the wall of the sauna. You intrigued him- he wanted to know more about you. Who you are, what your likes and dislikes are, but most importantly… he wanted to learn each and every curve that adorned your body. He adjusted his towel, feeling himself grow hard underneath it and attempted to conceal it enough for you to not notice. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension in the air thicker than the steam inside. Your minds were clouded with the other, both playing a chess match in your heads to determine who would act first. You open your eyes to his staring right back at you, not budging even after he had gotten caught red-handed. 

“Whatchu lookin’ at?” You speak up, taking your lip between your teeth as you continue to watch him.

“Whatchu think I’m lookin’ at, huh?” 

“What, I got somethin’ on my face?” You teased.

“Nah, just seein’ somethin’ I like,” he looks up and down your body and licks his lips, making sure you see him do it. “Somethin’ I want… bad.”

“What’s stopping you, hmm?” You turn your body towards his, looking directly into his eyes. “If you want it so bad, why don’t you come get it?”

He growls, pulling you on top of him as he presses his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you grind your hips into his. His lips massage yours with a fiery hunger, desperation even, as his hands find your ass and grabs the plump flesh with his hands. 

“Baby girl, m’not gonna lie t’ya,” he breathes out in between kisses, “I’m tryna fuck you right here right now… we can save the foreplay for after I take you out tonight.”

“Who said you were taking me to dinner?” Your nails raked across his chest, causing Jon to throw his head back as you continued to rub your front on his. He gives your ass a harsh smack, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you as you moan out his name. 

“Don’t play w’me, I’m takin’ your fine ass to dinner after this. No way I’m letting you get away that quick. Now take these shits off and sit on this dick, baby.” You climb off of him, slowly backing up for him to get a clear view before ridding yourself of your sports bra you were wearing before turning around and hooking your fingers in the waistband of your shorts. You drag the material down your legs, bending over and giving Jon a good view of your wet folds. He moans at the sight, nearly coming undone just looking at you. 

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ pretty. You gon’ fuck around and make me put a fuckin’ baby in you if you keep that shit up.” You whine at his words and  kick your clothes to the side, turning around to face him. 

“And if you keep fuckin’ around talkin’ to me like that, I might just letcha.” You wink at him before climbing back on top of him, spitting in your hand and stroking his cock as you line him up with your entrance. You tease his cock through your folds, his hands gripping your backside once again attempting to guide you onto him. You loved how desperate he was to be inside you, and who were you to deprive him of what he wants? You slowly guide yourself down his shaft, gripping his shoulders and throwing your head back as you lower yourself further onto his shaft. Big was an understatement; he was so big that you damn near felt him in the pit of your stomach, and he was thick enough to stretch you out in all the right ways. Your pussy fit him like a glove, and damn, it felt good.

You grinded on him, your hips moving rhythmically against his as soft pants and moans fell from your lips. Your eyes were glued shut as you reveled in the feeling of his dick making you feel so good despite barely doing anything at all. You accelerated your movements against him, lifting your hips and sinking back down until you were bouncing on his cock. You used his muscular shoulders as leverage while you fucked yourself on him, throwing your head back as pleasure took over. He leaned forward and began planting wet kisses along your jaw, grunting against your skin as he left trails of his presence along your skin.

“S-shitt, s-so fuckin’ good.” “Yeah, feels good don’t it, baby? Shit, turn around f’me real quick.” You pull out of him and straddle him backwards, pressing your chest to his as he pushes himself back inside you. You moan loudly, resting your head on his shoulder as he drives up into you. His mouth finds your neck again and continues where he left off. “O-oh my god… fuck, Jon-” “I know baby, I know. I’m almost there, hold it.” You whine in response as his free hand finds your clit, rubbing slow circles while his other hand massages your breast. You feel him everywhere, a feeling you don’t want to give up. The sensation of Jon leaving not an inch of your body untouched makes your pussy tighten around him as he grunts in your ear. “Mmm, do that shit again, ma… you takin’ me so well. Look so good all fucked out f’me, fuck-” “Jon, I-” “Imma fill this pretty pussy up, you hear me? You gon’ walk outta here with my nut drippin’ down your thighs, you want that?” You moan loudly in response. “Shit, baby, go ‘head and get yours. Make a mess all over this dick…” You whimper out his name and he presses his lips to yours, muffling your cries as you cum around him. Your body convulses in his arms and your vision goes white as he fucks his cum into you, cumming as you do. His thrusts slow as you ride your highs, coming back down as you both catch your breath. 

“So.. dinner? Whatchu in the mood for?”

“Shit, I’m down for whatever…” Jon mumbles, “as long as I get you for dessert.”

[fear-is-truth]

the evans with a reader who is usually very stoic and/or serious laughing at something they said or did?

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x stoic!reader .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

a/n: damn this is relatable. me & my resting b!tch face

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

if tate was trying to be really serious and you broke out laughing, he’d look down and rub the back of his neck, giving you a shy smile. “you’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” he’d say softly, but there’s no malice in his voice—just that gruff, bashful tone he gets when he feels a little flustered.

he’d become a more of a little shit around you, pulling pranks or insulting the other ghosts just to see if he can crack that serious expression again. he’d love the challenge and would become determined to make your laughter a regular occurrence.

completely obsessed with the sound of your laughter. he’d think about it when you’re not around, replaying the moment in his mind like a victory. you being serious and stoic most of the time would only make your laugh feel more special and rare, like a treasure he was lucky enough to uncover.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would initially be confused if you laughed at something he said seriously, especially since he’s a pretty earnest and straightforward guy. he’d give you a puzzled look, trying to figure out if you’re laughing at him or if he accidentally said something funny. but he’s not the type to get upset over it—if anything, your laughter would make him smile too, even if he’s not sure why you’re laughing.

“oh, so i’m a comedian now?” he’d joke affectionately. kit has a good sense of humour, so once he realises what’s happening, he’d be more than willing to roll with it and laugh with you.

he has an easygoing nature, so once he realises you’re not mocking him, he’d start chuckling along with you. he’d grin at the sound of your laugh, that soft, affectionate look in his brown eyes as he watches you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle is that guy who thrives on making people smile, especially his partner. if you’re stoic or serious by nature, it wouldn’t discourage him—in fact, it would motivate him even more. he’d see your seriousness as a puzzle to solve.

the first time he gets you to laugh, kyle’s face would light up like a christmas tree. “oh my god, was that a laugh? did i—wait—did i just make you laugh? you’re way cuter when you smile.” he’d wear that as a badge of honor for weeks

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy would take it as a personal mission to make you laugh. he’s a natural charmer and wants to bring out the light in you.

“c’mon, pretty girl’, i know you’ve got a smile hiding in there somewhere,” he’d say with that trademark wink of his, trying to coax a laugh out of you.

the first time you actually laughed at something jimmy said, he’d light up with joy. his reaction would be so genuine and full of pride that it might make you laugh even more. “there it is! i knew you had it in you!” he’d say, beaming as if he’d won the lottery. he’d tease you a little more after that, but all in good fun, because seeing you happy would mean everything to him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

calls you his “little marble statue,” while delighting in how you manage to maintain your ice queen front.

would never mock your seriousness or make you feel bad for being stoic. “you carry yourself with such grace, my dear, but surely even a creature of your caliber deserves a moment of levity,”

when you finally did laugh or let out a small giggle, james would be positively delighted. he’d coo softly in your ear, his voice full of affection and lavish praise, “my sweet little dove, gracing me with her joy.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai is a scary dude but he always manages to say the funniest shit with a straight face.

he’s used to people agreeing with him out of fear, so hearing you laugh—especially at a time when he’s worked up—would throw him off balance.

he’d feel like you weren’t taking him seriously, and that would irritate him, bruise his ego. “what the fuck is so funny?” then demand to know why you’re laughing, even if it was something he unintentionally said that just came out funny. despite his annoyance, kai secretly likes that you feel comfortable enough around him to laugh. he’d never admit it, though. on some level, he feels a bit of pride that he was able to make you laugh.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he wouldn’t get too frustrated if you didn’t laugh right away. he’d just keep cracking jokes, hoping that even if you didn’t show it, you at least thought some of his antics were funny. “oh, so you’re one of those people, huh? the ‘too-cool-for-laughs’ type. i get it.”

if you suddenly laughed at something he did, peter would be ridiculously ecstatic. “whoa… did i just do that? did i just make you laugh? hold on, someone get a camera this is a historic moment!”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

would poke fun at himself to lighten the mood. “you know, i might be a detective, but apparently, i can’t detect a sense of humour. how’s that for irony?”

if you actually laughed at something colin said, he’d be genuinely surprised and a little flustered. his ears would turn pink, and he’d look away with a bashful smile. “oh, you liked that? uh, cool, yeah. i mean, glad you found that funny,” clearly thrilled that he managed to make you laugh.

even if you laugh at something he didn’t intend to be funny, colin would secretly love it. he’d pause for a second, just to take in the sound of your sweet laughter. it would warm his heart to see you so relaxed and carefree, and that would be a bright spot in his day.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Mouthwashing Actor AU

Jimmy: Jimmy Ray (a nod to him being named after a Lana Del Ray Song) Is a type cast where he’s the sweetest person to ever exist, but is extremely good at playing Villians. It be like that in the horror industry. He won’t lie though. Playing a role like this was his biggest challenge, as he would need to get into the head of a You Know What.

Curly: Curly Ray, aka Jimmy’s older brother. He was born Amelia (aka his limbs were never fully developed) and is often type casted to play monsters or characters that require a certain mobility. Much like how child/people will dwarfism play certain characters. He’s happy that he gets to play a normal person, even for a short while. (That would be explaining why we get very little screen time of Curly looking normal)

Anya: Anya Ray. She was originally Jimmy’s wife, but it was a case of lavender marriage. She needed to stay in the states to finish her schooling and he was terrified of coming out as gay. Fortunately Jimmy found his one true love and Anya ended up marrying Curly as they had bonded so much through the traumatic situation. She is a credited doctor who uses her knowledge to help make the medical scenes more real. Along with fellow actress. New to acting but not the acting society.

Daisuke: Daisuke Ray. Daisuke is the one who Jimmy fell for. He was a special effects/makeup artist (who specialized in horror) that was pretty much part of the team because of often working on whatever madness Curly would get dressed up as. He wasn’t originally meant to play a role in the show, but the director saw that all of them were extremely close and found it very important to have to convey real emotions and a sense of reality. So this is Daisukes first role, and by proxy he is rather hard to get into a serious mindset. It works in the end as his sweet and playful silly attitude leads to plenty of improve that conveys realism the director wants.

Swansea: Director Swan. He’s the one in charge of it all, and plays a role as well. More so as the background character (hence why we have more fleshing from everyone else compared to him) and wanted to convey an important and serious story. He’s a semi retired director, so he uses his time to make passion projects. That means he has more ability to follow what HE wants and not get swayed by other people’s PG needs. He saw how these four specific actors/special effects artists were already very close and it brought him the motivation to follow through on this latest passion project. Hence why they all use their real first names. A means to really hammer in this is a real story, with in its sci-fi elements.

[lolacelest101]

No Need for Privacy Part 2

18+ MDNI

Hi Hi!! I want to start off by saying THANK YOU for all the support that you all gave my on my first part! I know I don't have a set schedule yet, but I feel like I definitely took too long to give y'all part 2 so here we go!! For this post you can read it as a one parter or you can go back to part one to read it then come back for this!

I hope you enjoy this one and as always HAPPY READING!

Word Count: 8109

TW: In this part, there is some really dark humor about serious topics including Su!sidal ideation and other dark topics. This is NOT meant to make fun of these topics. It was just meant as really dark and fucked up humor.

If this is a trigger for you PLEASE DON'T READ!!!

Summary: Y/N recently moved to Monaco for work with her best friends and is currently living with them in the same house. Sparks fly between Lando and Y/N, when Lando who is living next door catches Y/N in a spicy moment starting a secret romance that they have to hide from the public.

Themes: Lando!Norris x Fem!American!reader, next door neighbor, secret dating

Smutty tings: POV switch, Fem dom switch, oral fem receiving, mirror sex, p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!!!!), slight over stimulation, fingering, praise and degradation kink.

Y/N's POV

It’s been over a week of orientation at work with the girls and nonstop media obligations for Lando in preparation for the Monaco GP this coming weekend. The odds of seeing him are slim, especially since we’re sneaking around like teenagers behind everyone’s backs.

I’ve never been one to date in secret, but in my defense, I’ve never been involved with someone so well-known that fans and paparazzi needed to be factored into a relationship.

Today is media day for Lando, but he managed to text me earlier, letting me know he’d be able to leave early after finishing some interviews and a meeting. By the time I get home, he should already be free. He suggested I tell the girls I’m heading to the gym. But honestly, that excuse will sound unbelievable if I end up spending the night at his place.

My focus snaps back to the task at hand as Liana and Aaliyah approach my desk.

“Hey, girl. You need to take a break or get some fresh air. You’ve been sitting like this for the past hour,” Aaliyah says, her voice laced with concern.

Liana stands behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. “Look, this project isn’t going anywhere. Just get up and take a breather or something!”

I sigh, realizing they have a point. “You’re right, sadly. Fine!” I stand up, grabbing my phone and wallet. “Coffee break?”

They both nod in unison, and we head toward the elevator to grab some coffee from the third floor—the only place with decent coffee in the building.

“So, are we doing anything this Sunday? I heard Camille mention that a bunch of people are going to Jimmy’s and invited us,” Aaliyah says, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I’m down, as long as the grand prix is done by then. Traffic’s going to be insane,” I reply as we step into the elevator.

“Same here,” Liana agrees. “But what about tonight? I feel too bored to just sit at home doing nothing.”

“Oh!” Aaliyah’s eyes light up. “How about a movie night? 27 Dresses, The Princess Diaries 1… and 2,” she adds dramatically, grinning as Liana nods in agreement.

Shit. How am I going to get out of this one?

“Sorry, girls. You’ll have to watch without me. I have to finish the project tonight—or at least the PowerPoint. I don’t want to spend more time on it than I absolutely have to.” I try to sound apologetic, praying they don’t catch onto my lie.

I’ve never been a great liar, and these two know all my tells. Right now, I’m hoping they’ve forgotten them.

“Dude, leave work at work! Don’t stress yourself out. I know it’s easier said than done, but come on,” Liana scolds, launching into one of her motivational speeches about the importance of work-life balance as we wait for the coffee machine to finish brewing.

I raise my hand to make a peace offering. “Okay! How about this—let me work on my project tonight, and tomorrow, I’ll take you both to that Japanese restaurant we’ve been wanting to try. My treat.”

“Fine, but you better pinky swear on it because I swear…” Liana starts, clearly recalling the last few times I flaked.

I grin, extending my pinky. “Deal.”

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Later That Night

"Okay, girls, I’m going to get changed and work on the project. Have fun with the movies!" I call out, doing my best to sound completely unsuspicious.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m so going to get caught. Movie Night Ditcher—that’s going to be my new nickname for a while. And when they find out I’ve been hiding a whole relationship behind their backs? Oh, it’ll be so much worse. If they even talk to me after that, it’ll only be for a few days—maybe a week. Anything longer would be borderline criminal.

Once I’m in my room, it’s time for Mission: Sneak Out. No, I can’t come up with a better name right now—how the fuck am I supposed to sneak out of a second-story window without breaking my neck?

I glance out the window, trying to gauge just how bad the fall would be. After spending far too long assessing the situation—long enough for it to seem borderline suicidal by society's standers—I decide that today is not the day I live out some cheesy teen rom-com moment. I’ll leave through the front door like the classy lady I am.

My focus snaps back as I hear the familiar Kim Possible text notification from my phone. Picking it up, I read the message from Lando.

LN 🪟🧡: Hey, cutie pie! I’m waiting on the sidewalk for you. Please don’t leave me hanging, princess—I’ve been dying to see you and touch you all day! 😽

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the instant, undeniable craving to feel his hands on me. Grabbing my laptop, I head downstairs. From the kitchen, I can hear Liana and Aaliyah debating over which movie to watch first while the popcorn machine hums in the background.

This is my chance.

Tiptoeing to the door, I carefully grip the handle and twist it as silently as possible. I slip outside, quickly flicking on the porch light before shutting the door behind me and locking it. The light will stay on until the sun fully sets, making my excuse a little more believable.

Just to keep the girls from freaking out, I shoot a text to our group chat:

Me: Hey loves! Decided to take my laptop out to the front yard for some fresh air and fewer distractions. Don’t worry about me!

Hopefully Liana wouldn't get all detective Sherlock Holmes —or worse, Criminal Minds profiler—on my ass. Hopefully.

As I sneak past the house’s front gate and step onto the sidewalk, strong yet gentle hands settle firmly on my hips, pulling me into a back hug.

Before my fight-or-flight instincts can kick in, I twist my head slightly and catch Lando’s cheeky smile over my shoulder. His grip tightens, tugging at the fabric of my flowing sundress and molding my curves against him.

"God, you smell amazing, Princess," Lando whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Glad you like it. It’s my favorite too," I reply, my voice soft as he leans closer, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my neck. The subtle floral scent of my perfume fills the space between us as he inhales deeply.

The heat of his lips on my skin sends an electric thrill through my body, pooling warmth in my core and nearly making me forget that we’re still outside, fully visible from the house.

"Okay, so what’s the plan? Hanging out at yours or...?" I ask, turning to face him as I try to gauge our options.

His eyes roam over me hungrily, lingering on every curve and inch of exposed skin. "I’ve got a reservation lined up for dinner, and then I thought I’d surprise you with something special... but after seeing you in this dress, I don’t know if I’ll even make it through dinner without losing my mind."

His gaze burns into me, his hunger palpable.

"Well then, Mr. Norris," I tease, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as I drape my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his soft curls. "I guess we better make it to that reservation quickly—so we can move on to the more fun parts of the night."

Lando opened the passenger door of his sleek black McLaren, a playful smile on his lips as he gestured for me to get in. I oblige, sliding into the luxurious seat and fastening my seatbelt.

The drive to the restaurant takes about twenty minutes, but it feels much longer with one of his hands confidently resting on the steering wheel while the other lingers on my thigh. His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles on my skin, sending a ripple of heat through me that I try—and fail—to ignore.

By the time we pull up to the restaurant, my panties are already damp, and I’m silently begging the universe that nothing betrays me by seeping through.

Lando slides out of the driver’s seat with casual grace and quickly makes his way to my side. He opens the door with a flourish, extending his hand toward me.

"My lady," he says with a teasing lilt, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I place my hand in his, letting him help me out of the car. "Thank you," I reply, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips as our gazes lock.

Lando hands his keys to the valet with a nod before turning back to me, his hand lightly brushing the small of my back as he guides me toward the entrance.

Dim lights lined the stairs leading up to the restaurant's grand front door, where a man greeted us warmly and motioned us inside.

"Hello, Mr. Norris. Your table is ready on the private patio as requested," he said with a professional smile.

Lando gestured for him to lead the way. "Great, thank you."

I turned to Lando, my brows arching in surprise. "A private patio? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?"

He tugged me closer, his hand resting possessively on my hip. "Nothing is too much for you, princess. Plus, it has the best view—I know you’ll love it."

The waiter led us through a discreet, tucked-away hallway, hidden from the main dining area. As we stepped onto the patio, my breath caught. Before us was a perfectly set table overlooking the ocean, with the vibrant colors of the sunset painting the horizon. The table was adorned with delicate flowers and flickering candlelight that gave the scene an enchanting glow.

I turned to Lando, my heart full, and cupped his face gently in my hands. "I love it. It’s absolutely gorgeous." I pressed a soft butterfly kiss to his lips.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile. "I’m glad," he murmured, kissing me back. This time, his kiss deepened, more passionate now that the waiter had taken his cue to leave.

Pulling away reluctantly, he slid a chair out for me. "After you, my lady."

I smiled as I sat down, and the night began beautifully.

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The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the patio as our conversation carried on effortlessly. Lando regaled me with hilarious stories about his chaotic childhood with his siblings and the adventures of his karting days, his animated expressions making me laugh so hard I nearly choked on a bite of chicken carbonara.

Every laugh, every glance felt natural, yet the subtle heat between us simmered just beneath the surface. His fingers occasionally brushed over mine, lingering a little longer each time, the casual touches growing more deliberate. With each graze of his skin against mine, the heat in my core deepened, the teasing connection between us becoming impossible to ignore.

My focus was momentarily interrupted by a notification on my phone. I excused myself, reaching into my purse to check the text from Aaliyah.

Ally 🪩💕: Hey girly!! You’ve been working on this thing for like 2 hours. We’re about to start PD1!! We miss your commentaries, GIRLLYYY!! 😩

Me: Hey love!! You two just watch it without me. I still need at least another hour on this thing. I PROMISE to annoy the shit out of you next time. Enjoy 😽!!

Sliding my phone back into my purse, I looked up to find Lando handing his card to the waiter. His brow furrowed slightly as he studied me. "The girls—are they worried?"

"No, they’re fine," I reassured him with a smile. "They just wanted me to join, but I told them I needed at least another hour."

"Alright then," he said, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Time to head home?"

The teasing glint in his eyes left no doubt about what he meant by home.

"Sounds good, but let me stop by the restroom first," I replied, matching his grin.

As I stood and turned, I could feel his gaze searing into my skin, setting every nerve alight.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked, my grin practically audible in my tone.

"Absolutely," Lando shot back, his own grin evident. "So hurry back."

After finishing in the restroom, I made my way back to the patio, where Lando stood waiting, leaning casually against the railing. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he wasted no time stepping forward to meet me.

"All set?" he asked, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

I nodded, and without another word, he took my hand, pulling me toward the entrance. His movements were quick and deliberate as he retrieved the keys from the valet, thanking him with a brief nod.

Once inside the car, Lando revved the engine of his sleek McLaren, the low growl vibrating through the air. He shot me a glance, his eyes dark with intent. "Buckle up, princess. The faster we get home, the sooner I can have my way with you."

I barely managed to fasten my seatbelt before he hit the gas, the car roaring to life as we sped onto the open road. The city lights blurred around us, but my focus was entirely on him—and the way his free hand found its way to my thigh.

His touch was firm, deliberate, and impossibly distracting. His fingers traced slow, tantalizing patterns on the fabric of my dress, sending shivers through my body as the cool night air rushed in through the slightly cracked window.

His touch started slow, his fingers tracing light, teasing patterns on the fabric of my dress. "You’re so damn gorgeous, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.

His hand didn’t stop moving, and as the car took a slight turn, the motion caused my dress—already riding up from the way I was sitting—to inch higher, baring more of my legs. Lando noticed instantly.

"Looks like this dress wants to cooperate with me tonight," he said, his tone dripping with amusement as his fingers brushed the newly exposed skin.

I gasped softly at the contact, my breath hitching as he let his fingers press just a little firmer, sliding further up my thigh. 

"Lando," I breathed, my voice betraying the way his touch was unraveling me.

"Yes, princess?" he asked, his lips quirking into a smirk as his fingers teased the sensitive skin just above my knee.

"You’re driving way too fast," I managed to say, though my words lacked conviction.

He chuckled, the sound deep and full of mischief. "I always drive fast, love. Besides, don’t act like you don’t love the adrenaline—just like you’re loving this."  his hand slipping higher, just under the hem of my dress, which had now ridden up enough to expose the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

The combination of his touch and the hum of the engine sent a thrilling tension coursing through me. I gripped the edge of my seat, half from the speed and half from the way his hand kept inching closer to the heat pooling between my legs.

I bit my lip, my hands gripping the edge of the seat as his fingers made lazy circles , sending jolts of heat through my body.

"God, you’re so responsive," he said, his voice dripping with admiration and desire. His thumb brushed a little higher, just beneath the fabric of my dress, and my head fell back against the seat.

"Lando," I whispered, my tone equal parts plea and warning.

"Hmm?" he hummed, clearly enjoying every second of this. His fingers stayed just shy of where I needed him most, teasing me mercilessly.

"You’re going to kill me," I muttered, my voice breathless.

He laughed, his hand retreating slightly, but only to give my thigh a firm squeeze. "Not tonight, princess. Tonight, I’m going to keep you very much alive—and make sure everyone in the neighborhood knows exactly who makes you feel that way."

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By the time we reached his house, my heart was racing, and the heat between us was palpable. As soon as the car stopped, he was out and around to my side in an instant, opening the door for me. "Come on," he said, his voice full of promise as he took my hand and led me inside.

My heart thudded in my ears, a frantic rhythm fueled by excitement and nerves. I couldn’t help but wonder if the girls had seen us or heard the car pass by.

We rushed into the house, and as the front door clicked shut behind us, reality hit me all at once. I was in his house. He slept here, lived here, called this place home. These walls had witnessed so much of his life—friends, family, ex-girlfriends—both in moments of joy and sorrow.

The quiet hum of the outside world faded, replaced by a softer, warmer ambiance. A low melody drifted through the air—smooth jazz, wrapping itself around me like a cozy blanket.

“I didn’t know you were such a fan of calm music,” I teased, glancing at him with a playful smirk.

“Well, let me show you all the things about me you could fall in love with,” he replied with a soft chuckle.

The lighting was warm and inviting, golden hues glinting off polished surfaces. The simple yet elegant chandelier cast a gentle glow, complementing the room’s ambiance.

His words sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach. He took my hand, lacing our fingers together as he led me deeper into the house.

I glanced around, taking in the space. It was effortlessly stylish yet distinctly him—comfortable, modern, and charmingly chaotic. A teetering stack of books rested precariously on the coffee table, with a few racing magazines tucked underneath. The oversized, plush couch had a throw blanket draped over one arm, the kind of detail that hinted at lazy afternoons and cozy evenings.

“It’s, uh... cozier than I expected,” I said, raising a brow at him.

Lando shrugged, following my gaze. “What can I say? I like a little organized chaos.” He flashed that boyish grin that never failed to disarm me.

I wandered further into the room, my fingers grazing the edge of the couch before stopping by the shelves near the window. They were lined with an eclectic mix of trophies, framed photos, and random trinkets. One photo in particular caught my eye—a candid shot of him laughing with his family at what looked like a barbecue.

Seeing that side of him made my chest tighten in the best way.

“You’re really just going to stand there judging my decor?” His voice, mockingly indignant, pulled me from my thoughts. “I thought you were here to spend time with me, not critique my vibe.”

I smirked, turning to face him with a playful glint in my eye. “I’m not judging, just... observing. You can tell a lot about a person from their living room.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, stepping closer. “And what does mine say about me?”

“That you’re sentimental... a little messy... but mostly just hopelessly charming,” I said, tilting my head as if scrutinizing him.

“Hopelessly charming?” he echoed, his grin widening as he stopped just a step away. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I teased, crossing my arms.

“Too late.” He reached out, tugging me gently by the waist until I was pressed against him. “Besides, if I’m hopeless, it’s because of you.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing as I playfully shoved his chest. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, dipping his head until his nose brushed against mine.

Before I could respond, he pulled back slightly, his gaze softening. “Can I get you something? A drink, maybe?”

“A drink sounds perfect,” I said, following him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was as unassuming as the living room—sleek countertops, minimal clutter, save for a lone mug on the island that read “#1 Driver.”

He opened the fridge, glancing over his shoulder. “What’s your poison? Wine, something stronger, or one of my world-famous gin and tonics?”

I leaned against the counter, arching a brow. “World-famous, huh? Should I be honored?”

“Extremely,” he said with a straight face, pulling out a bottle of gin and setting it on the counter with a flourish. “You’re about to experience greatness.”

I laughed, watching as he moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, humming along to the music still drifting in from the other room. There was something magnetic about the way he moved—relaxed, confident, unapologetically himself.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I said as he handed me a finished drink, complete with a perfectly sliced lime wedge on the rim.

“Maybe,” he admitted, clinking his glass gently against mine. “But only because I finally get to show you my world.”

I took a sip, savoring the crisp, refreshing taste. “Not bad,” I said with an approving nod.

“Not bad?” He clutched his chest dramatically. “That’s the best gin and tonic you’ll ever have.”

I laughed, setting my glass down and grabbing his hand. “Okay, Mr. World-Famous Bartender. Show me what else this place has to offer.”

“Gladly,” he replied, intertwining our fingers and gently nudging me so my back hit the kitchen island. “But first, there’s one rule.”

“Oh?” I asked, arching a brow. “What’s that?”

“Tonight, you let me show you exactly how beautiful you are—and how absolutely crazy you make me,” he said, caging me between his arms.

My brain short-circuited, imagining what he’d look like if he turned the yearning up just a bit more. I’d probably combust right then and there.

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Lando’s POV

The daze in her eyes brought out a siren-like allure, making my brain spiral with questions about everything that had led to this moment. Her gaze wasn’t pleading for me to take control—it was imagining how good I’d look on my knees for her.

My eyes flicked between hers, smoldering with lust, and her pink-tinted lips, practically begging for my attention.

My arms stayed firmly in place, caging her in. “You’re such a naughty girl, you know that?” I murmured, a grin spreading across my face, helpless against the pull of her energy.

“What did I do?” she shot back, her expression a mix of mock shock and amusement, barely holding back her laughter. “You’re the one pinning me here like a prisoner.”

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the curve of her ear. “But you’re the one with those eyes,” I whispered, my voice low and teasing, “practically begging for me to get on my knees and let you have me in any way you want.”

Her breath hitched at my words, her cheeks flushing a shade deeper as my voice hung in the charged air between us. For a moment, she didn’t reply, her lips parting slightly, betraying her effort to keep control of the situation.

She tilted her chin up, regaining just enough composure to fire back, “Maybe I am. But are you brave enough to follow through?” Her tone was bold, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her excitement.

I chuckled softly, the sound rumbling low in my chest. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, my lips brushing her earlobe again, “you have no idea how far I’m willing to go for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, I loosened my hold, my hands sliding down to rest at her hips. Slowly, I began to sink to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on hers. The moment was deliberate, unhurried, as if I had all the time in the world to unravel her. I want to unravel her, make her desire explode in ways she didn’t know she could.

Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in time with the pounding of her heart. She leaned back slightly against the counter for support, her fingers gripping the edge as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

“Still think I’m just talking big?” I teased, my voice husky as I placed a feather-light kiss on the inside of her wrist, trailing lower with each touch.

Her lips parted again, but no words came out—just a shaky exhale that sent a jolt of satisfaction straight through me.

Her fingers found their way into my hair, tugging lightly, testing how much control she could claim. I let her have it, for now, leaning into her touch as I kissed my way up her arm. Slowly, I raised her leg, placing her heel gently on my lap, the slit of her dress parting to reveal my next target. My lips moved from the arch of her foot, still adorned in her heels, climbing slowly up her thigh. I left wet, circular patterns with my tongue, just a hint of what my mouth was capable of, teasing her with the promise of what was yet to come. My fingers followed, brushing along her skin with a deliberate slowness, savoring the softness of her skin on my lips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she finally whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.

I grinned against her skin, my hands tightening slightly on her thigh as I pulled her closer. “Good,” I replied, my tone dripping with mischief. “I like living on the edge.”

And the thought of letting the night unravel like this sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a thrill that was all too evident in the tightening of my jeans. I was resolute—ready to give her exactly what she craved, and perhaps even push her boundaries just enough to leave her breathless. 

“Tell me,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “Should I have you eat my pussy out right here, right now? Or do you want to show me just how much of a good boy you can be for me?” She leaned forward, locking eyes with me, her fingers gently lifting my chin to meet her gaze.

Her dominant tone washed over me, stirring something deep within. All I could think about was touching her, tasting the heat of her desire.

“As you wish, my princess,” I whisper, my voice strained with hunger. “I’m yours to command.” My breath hitched, each word leaving my lips heavier with need, though I fought to maintain my composure, desperately trying not to let my desires slip through.

“Well then” she stands up straight as she grips the back of my hair just a bit tighter, gesturing to me to stand up as well. 

She stepped closer to me, and unbuttons my shirt slowly, letting her finger tips brush over my chest with a wave of heat and electricity that made my cock twitch.

I could only grovel for so long before I bailed on the whole thing. I wanted to grab her hips, place my throbbing cock at her entrance and lose myself in her until the neighbors came knocking at my door, wondering who was being murdered and expecting me to be the killer.

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to relax and embrace my vulnerability. I trusted her completely, and she sensed it.

With a swift motion, she slid my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Hooking her index finger inside the waistband of my pants, she guided me down the hallway toward the front door, where a large body mirror stood against the wall.

She released me momentarily to fetch a chair from the dining room just a few steps away. I watched her every movement, my desire for her touch intensifying. She positioned the chair in front of the mirror and sat upon it like a queen on her throne, as if it had been hers since the dawn of time.

“Well, my sweet boy, I want you to show me what your tongue can do before I decide if you’ve been good enough to taste my pleasure,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She spread her legs, inviting me to kneel between them, then slid the straps of her dress down to her waist, exposing her toned breasts to my eager gaze.

My mouth watered at the sight, and all I could manage was a low, husky, “Yes, princess,” before my hands found her hips, and I began to suck and lick her nipples, savoring every moment.

heightened my desire as I marked her skin with bite marks and hickeys, each one igniting the fire between us.

“Fuck, baby, with the way you’re working your mouth, I might just want to use it all night,” she breathed, her words thick with lust as she tangled her fingers in my hair.

“You can use my mouth however you want, princess. You can even sit on it, and I’ll show you real talent,” I managed to whisper between kisses, my tongue flicking and teasing her nipples, eager to please her in every way.

“Well then, I might just take you up on that offer,” she said, grabbing my head and guiding me to lay on the floor in front of her. For a moment, I forgot she was facing the mirror.

She stood up, sliding her dress and panties down, leaving her clad only in heels. As she stepped by my face, I was treated to a perfect view of her glistening wetness hovering above me.

My tongue instinctively began to escape my mouth as she looked down, tilting her head with a playful smirk.

“Aw, is my sweet boy begging for a taste?” she teased, her tone a mix of pouting and mockery.

“Yes, princess, I need you,” I replied, my voice thick with lust and longing.

“Well then, show me,” she commanded, sinking to her knees and positioning her arousal over my mouth, her fingers weaving back into my hair.

Her hips began to grind against my mouth, her creamy arousal coating my tongue as she leaned back, resting a hand on my abs.

A part of me feared she might tease me, trying to slide away from my eager mouth. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her hips close and tight against me.

The sound of her moans growing louder was music to my ears. “Fuck, princess, you taste so good; I want to devour you,” I murmured, my voice muffled as I pressed my tongue deeper into her, savoring every moment.

A part of me was curious how loud I could make her moan my name, imagining a tongue as wicked as venom the villain’s, but that was a fantasy that had no place in my mind at this moment.

I could feel her legs shaking as the first orgasm of the night washed over her.

“Fuck, Lando—” her words were swallowed by a moan as she rode out her high.

I didn’t want to stop, but I knew she would crave something a little… deeper.

“Fuck, princess, if I had known you were such a good rider, I would have let you take control from the first moment I saw you.” A smirk spread across my face, unable to hide the satisfaction and desire swelling within me, both emotionally and physically.

“Fuck, Lando, I’ve never felt this good,” she breathed, her voice heavy with drained adrenaline and satisfaction. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she added, “And you know what?”

She slid back to sit on my abdomen, allowing me to prop myself up slightly to meet her gaze with a questioning look.

“I want to try something new,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful innocence that hinted at her intentions.

“Which is?” I leaned in, craving the touch of her lips. Y/N moved closer, kissing me softly before teasingly licking the corner of my mouth, catching an escaped drop of her essence.

“Mmm, I do taste good. Anyway, I was thinking maybe you could train me on something,” a smirk blossomed on her lips.

“Why are you being so cryptic, princess?” I replied, my curiosity piqued as a smirk formed on my face. “You know I’ll be your good boy for the night; anything you want is a yes from me.”

“Well, I was thinking we could try…” Her cheeks flushed deeper as she leaned in to whisper her request in my ear, “anal training.”

Her voice was hot against my skin, and I could barely process what she had just said. My shocked expression spoke volumes, my thoughts racing faster than I could articulate.

She leaned back, her cheeks still flushed. “I mean, it’s a big ask. I would understand if you don’t want to,” a hint of embarrassment crept into her voice, snapping me out of my daze.

“Are you kidding? I really want to, but are you sure you want to do this? There are things we need to prepare for, right?” My mouth rambled on before my brain could catch up, and I noticed the shift in her expression as I spoke.

“Oh, that’s true. Makes sense. But are you actually down to do this later on?” Her face perked up with excitement as she regained her energy.

“Of course, but for now, use me as you need,” a soft smirk crossed my face. “You know, I’m totally down if you want to sit on my face again.” A small chuckle spilled from her mouth.

“Nope, now I want you to lead me to your room to show those walls some action.” She stood up and grabbed my hand.

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Y/N's POV

With Lando’s fingers intertwined with mine, he leads the way up a black-and-white staircase with glass sides. Automated lights brighten the hallway, revealing a few guest rooms that appear unoccupied, along with a space that seems designed for gaming and recording, illuminated by vibrant LED lights. Towards the end of the hall, a door is slightly ajar.

“So, care to stay the night?” Lando glances back at me.

“Maybe another time. I just need to check on you and head home before the girls think I’ve been kidnapped or worse,” I say, winking at him with a cheeky smile.

A grin spreads across his face, sending butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. In less than a second, Lando sweeps me up by my hips and tosses me over his shoulder like a bag of rice.

Part of me is too confused to register what’s happening, while another part can’t help but let out a constant giggle, wondering, What the heck are you doing?

Do I like this? Is this what it means to be manhandled?

His arm wraps around my waist to stabilize me as I struggle to gather my thoughts. Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my cheek, followed by a playful smack on my bare ass that sends my arousal soaring to a whole new level.

“You're moving way too slowly,” Lando says, trying to justify his actions. “And the spank was for teasing me so much tonight.”

Before I could respond with a playful act of revenge, his free hand began to explore my wet core. Each delicate touch on my clit made my back arch, and my fingers dug into his muscular back, leaving red lines as reminders of the moment.

“And that… is for being so damn irresistible” Lando’s voice low and soft as he places a soft kiss on my thigh, sending a shiver through my body from the tingling sensation.

I had expected him to hurry into the room, but with his touch igniting my skin, a moan escaped me, stretching the moment into what felt like an eternity.

Once we reached his room, he wasted no time, tossing me onto his bed. Lying there, facing him as he stood at the edge, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to keep his promise.

“So, are you enjoying the view this time around?” he asked, a smirk growing on his lips as he shifted his muscular arms to wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer.

“What can I say? I love a Magic Mike preview,” I replied, a giggle escaping my lips mid-movement.

“Oh, I think you paid for the full show. No?” His grin turned mischievous.

If I could read his mind, I’d find only unholy thoughts of what this man intended to do to me, and I was more than willing to oblige.

His lips danced with butterfly kisses across my stomach, moving up to my breasts, while his fingers explored every inch of my body, sending electric shocks that would make f(x) nostalgic, and made me beg for more.

His lips found my nipple, swirling it with his tongue while he massaged my other breast with his hand.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this exact scenario,” Lando murmured, his voice melting into my chest.

“Really? Tell me about it,” I replied, tangling my fingers in his hair and gripping ever so slightly.

“That first night… when I saw you in the mirror,” he said, his voice husky and low between kisses and licks.

His words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a thrill that made the wetness between my legs even more intense.

“I was sitting on the bed, watching you, fucking yourself. Just imagine how good your moans would sound if your hand wasn’t covering your mouth.” His words drip with lust as hickeys and bruises form on my sensitive skin.

“Did you just watch me, or did you do something?” I needed to know the answer, aware that either response would make me crave him inside me instantly.

“I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen anything, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was how badly I wanted you on my cock. I started touching my cock, watching you get that dildo inside you and out.” he continued.

“Fuck, I need more, fuck me Lan, I need you” My voice was laced with desperation as I tugged a little harder on his hair.

“Are we already begging?” A smirk grew on his lips as he positioned himself at my entrance, thrusting into my pussy, which wrapped tightly around his cock.

His movements made my back arch, and I gripped the sheets so hard they felt like they might rip, aching for every inch of him to feel my desire.

As he thrust into me with rough, needy motions, he pressed his palm against my lower stomach and began rubbing my clit with his thumb, driving me closer to the edge. The static energy coursing through my body was intense as I struggled to hold back my climax.

“That’s it, princess,” he murmured, his voice intoxicating like whiskey. “You’re so close; I can feel your pussy tightening around me.”

My body was unable to respond as I felt his hand leave my clit, moving up to wrap around my jaw, forcing my mouth open with his cum-covered thumb.

“Look at me, Y/N.” His breath burned on my skin as he placed a hickey on my neck, marking his territory. “I want to see you in the eyes when you’re cumming all over my cock, like a good little slut.”

His words brought me to the brink, and I struggled to meet his gaze, locking my eyes onto his. Lando’s thrusts softened as I rode the waves of my orgasm, shaking and gripping the sheets for dear life, moaning his name so loudly that I could see his grin widening in response.

After a few more thrusts, Lando leaned onto the bed, hovering over me. I felt his warmth as he released himself inside me, each pulse sending shockwaves through my body. To my surprise, he didn’t pull away; instead, he let our essence drip and overflow around him, igniting a deeper desire within me.

As our bodies began to untangle, Lando resumed his rhythm, sending my already sensitive body into a state of overwhelming pleasure. “Lando, what—” My words faltered, lost in the sensations coursing through me.

“Sluts receive rewards for being good girls, no?” Lando’s mischievous grin was unmistakable, his eyes sparkling with playful dominance. 

My hand grasped his arm as his body hovered over mine. I placed tender kisses along his veins, feeling the warmth pulse beneath my lips. With each thrust, he moved faster and deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me see stars.

“Fuck, baby, plea—” I was caught in a whirlwind of desire, unsure if I was begging him to continue or pleading for him to stop, and the latter felt impossible. 

Lando's hand roamed down my body, intensifying the already overwhelming sensation into an agonizing pressure. 

As soon as his fingers found their way to my sensitive clit, my body twitched involuntarily. 

Just then, a slightly muffled voice crept in from the window, but my mind struggled to grasp its meaning. 

The overstimulation faded as I realized that Lando had stopped, standing still and listening to the voices outside. Panic set in when I recognized Liana and Aaliyah; and they were looking for me.

“She didn’t say she was going anywhere, did she?” Aaliyah’s voice grew thick with worry.

My eyes widened at the realization that they were most definitely freaking out, and my phone was downstairs, blaring at full volume. If I could hear their voices all the way from here, they would surely recognize the distinct ringtone, muffled yet unmistakable, signaling that I was at the house next door. 

began to frantically pull myself off the bed, ready to rush downstairs, slip on my dress, and come up with a convincing lie about why I was wearing it and where my laptop had gone. Just then, Lando’s hand grabbed my arm, pulling me close into a bareback hug.

“Princess, I know you need to leave, but the dress will be hard to explain,” he murmured, his voice soft against my skin.

“Then what do you suggest I do, go naked?” A chuckle escaped my lips, the absurdity of the situation hitting me.

“Even though I’d love to see you walking naked in the street, dripping with my cum, I wouldn’t want to pluck the eyes out of every man who dares to look at you.” His arms tightened around me as he placed a passionate kiss on my neck.

“Come with me. Let’s get you something to wear.” Lando began leading the way into his walk-in closet.

As he rummaged through his drawers, he pulled out an oversized black hoodie emblazoned with his company’s logo, “Quadrant,” in graffiti-style neon colors. I could only guess it was either a limited edition or from an upcoming collection.

He handed me the hoodie, and I eagerly awaited the moment he would offer me a pair of pants or something similar, giving him an inquiring look.

“I think this hoodie should be long enough for you to consider it a dress,” a slight smirk broke across his face.

“Absolutely not! It won’t even cover my ass fully; I need pants… or at least shorts.” I slipped the hoodie over my body and glanced at myself in the mirror, assessing how much coverage I would actually get.

I turned to him, the fabric hanging loosely around my frame, barely grazing my thighs. “See? This is not going to work,” I said, trying to suppress a smile at the absurdity of the situation.

Lando stepped closer, his gaze lingering on me with undeniable heat. “Actually, I think it looks incredible on you. You won’t need joggers; that hoodie is doing all the work.”

“But my ass is going to show! I can’t just walk out li—” My brain raced with anxiety over every aspect of our current situation.

“Come on, princess,” he urged, his voice low and soothing. “Just put it on. If it’s actually too short, I’ll give you some pants or even my briefs to wear.” He gave me a reassuring look, his confidence radiating and hoping to calm my nerves.

His words sent a thrill through me, and I found myself wavering, caught between embarrassment and the excitement of his bold suggestion.

After a few minutes of deliberation, I finally decided to wear one of Lando’s boxer briefs under the hoodie. I walked to the front entrance where the intimate part of our night had begun, collecting my panties and dress from the floor.

“Leave these here; I’ll drop them off another day so it doesn’t look suspicious,” Lando said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in, placing soft butterfly kisses along my neck.

“I have to go talk to the girls,” I murmured, my voice betraying a hint of anxiety.

Yet all I truly wanted was to skip ahead to the moment when the girls knew everything, and I could spend the night wrapped in his arms, feeling safe and desired.

I tried to take long, steady breaths as I approached the front door of our house. When I attempted to creak the door open, I found it locked, leaving me with no choice but to face the girls right here and now.

After a few seconds of gathering my courage, I rang the doorbell. I could hear Aaliyah’s frantic voice rushing to the door. “I’ll get it! That might be her!”

As soon as she opened the door and let me in, her eyes scanned my disheveled appearance and the messy state of my hair.

“Where were you? We were so worried! Liana was just about to call the police to file a missing persons report.”

I let out a slight chuckle, trying to sound as natural as possible. “Come on, I just went for a little walk and didn’t want to disturb your movie.”

Aaliyah’s expression said it all; she didn’t believe me, and rightfully so. I was just hoping she wouldn’t see through my facade in this moment.

Just as I thought I might escape Aaliyah's scrutiny, Liana appeared from the living room, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What’s going on? Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”

Aaliyah crossed her arms, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “Yeah, Liana. I was just asking her where she’s been. I think she snuck out to see someone.”

My heart raced, and I quickly shook my head. “Wha—no way! I just went for a walk to clear my head. Seriously, you guys are overreacting. I just needed a break from the project.”

Liana stepped closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Come on, Y/N. You can tell us if you were with someone. We won’t judge… for the most part.”

Heat crept up my cheeks. “I promise, it was nothing like that! I just needed some fresh air,” I insisted, trying to sound convincing.

Liana’s gaze closed in on me, knowing she had solid evidence regarding my movie-ditching offense. “Yeah? Then where’s the laptop, huh?”

After a slight moment of hesitation, I managed to speak, my voice an octave higher than usual. “Well, it’s in my room. I came in during the movie and then left again. I wasn’t going to take it with me on the walk.”

Aaliyah leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You sure it wasn’t a special someone? Because you’re acting a little too suspicious.”

“Absolutely not! I swear, I’m just tired and wanted to be alone for a bit,” I replied, forcing a laugh to lighten the mood. But inside, I was a bundle of nerves, praying they wouldn’t see through my lies.

Liana exchanged a glance with Aaliyah, both of them clearly unconvinced. “Alright, but if we find out you’re hiding something, we’re going to need all the juicy details,” Liana teased, her smile widening.

I took a deep breath, silently relieved that they hadn’t pressed further. “Fine, but there’s nothing to find. Can we just drop it?”

Liana crossed her arms, still eyeing me with playful suspicion. “You know we’re not going to let this go that easily, right? You can’t just waltz in here looking all flustered and fucked out of your mind and expect us to believe you were just out for a stroll.”

Aaliyah chimed in, her expression teasing yet serious. “Yeah, we’re your friends! It’s our job to investigate. So… Do you have anything to say, young lady?”

I let out a chuckle. “I appreciate the investigation, but it’s not necessary. I’ll definitely report to the CIA and FBI that you two have done a magnificent job with your investigative procedures.” 

I managed to sneak away to my room once they got engrossed in another movie.

[britney-j-christ]

Oh man, Curly really had no good options, huh?

I see a lot of people jumping to "Curly should have shot Jimmy", which is fine to say because he still should get to shoot Jimmy, but not a compelling argument.

Unless this is even more dystopian of a universe than it seems (Ala the villain being capitalism, not The State Shooting You Without Trial In Space style) there's no legal grounds to do that. That's vigilante justice and while it would solve a part of the Safety Concern Jimmy causes, it leads to too many problems on earth.

Also, you cannot just casually shoot a coworker or 1/5th of the locals. Daisuke and Swansea would have *very reasonable concerns* if their captain just shot someone, even if it was explained. And I don't think either would be down to do a cover up about it. And if they did...

Daisuke would Crack in seconds under interrogation or scrutiny.

We're also talking about Captain Curly pre, uh... "character developement" as it were, being able to see Jimmy's abusive nature first hand now that he's under his control. There's a pattern for trying very, very hard to see the good in Jimmy and enabling him. He'd never be in this position as copilot if Curly hadn't been there, trying to pull Jimmy out of whatever trouble he was at back on Earth. Curly is a big picture guy who doesn't see the dead pixel; he sees Jimmy climbing up and out of the muck with him and he ignores the red flags or, possibly, even prior offenses?

Captain Curly can be seen *trying* to be a good Captain, not unlike the way Jimmy as Captain is also "trying" to be a good Captain(for selfish ego driven and guilt-avoidant reasons). It really is a goal they share. Both of them fail at it, but it is both their motivations in those roles. Even stressed and overworked, jumping to killing his best friend three months into a year long voyage isn't rational.

So how about we downgrade to more reasonable option; jailing. Except the places where one can be locked in are the hold full of valuable unknown cargo, so a non option if they want to get paid (they desperately do), and the medical bay, which is much more viable if they could a) get that set up in a way that didn't jeprodise the health of everyone and b) didn't have a huge human sized vent that might kill you if you go through it. I understand why neither were chosen.

So, how about the cryopods? Seems pretty viable. Much like murdering Jimmy, you'd have to get everyone on board for this. So, confronting Anya's rapist in front of Daisuke and Swansea and hope they can sway them both in favor of Lawful Detainment.

It's not impossible. I think, if they tried, it would have worked in terms of grouping up together- if they could do it without Jimmy getting wind of it and doing something drastic beforehand.

But then there's no copilot. This is such a major issue for an eight month voyage where we see that the ship will see a problem approximately like 2-3 minutes before it happens and requires corrections. Curly cannot do this job for that long. No one else is appropriately trained. Swansea is busy, Daisuke is not reliable enough to handle this, and Anya... could probably do it tbh I have complete faith in her but that's a lot to put on her shoulders to not get paid appropriately for, just for her to be *safe* from Jimmy.

I struggle to blame Curly for the choice he did go with. I don't see any good options, especially without knowing what's going to happen. It's already a huge jump to go from Best Friend to Rapist; expecting Jimmy to go down to Murderer is a big leap. It seems like he thought he had eight months to work with Anya, to figure out what to do. "Talking with Jimmy" could have been anything from Boys Club protection racketing to clinical setting of boundaries for likely the first time in their relationship to a full on confrontation. We don't know. We only get to see the death spiral that came out of it after.

It's pretty clear that Curly failed as a captain to protect everyone, but the scenario was hopeless to begin with. The choices he made before they got on the ship doomed them: trusting and supporting Jimmy was the mistake and it happened well before they got on the freighter.

And in every single scenario, I find it leads back to Pony Express being the ones at fault. Every bit of the ship they are trapped in exists to funnel more money into a dying beast of a company at the crews expense. I think Curly and maybe Anya both thought they had 8 months to figure out what would happen off the boat. A looming unavoidable threat of consequences. Everything to do with getting the company involved would likely drive Anya and or Curly broke; they say straight up they fine the crew for problems arising. That it's flat out the captains duty to handle it and then get charged by the company $$$ about it. They will double the amount of responsibility back onto the Captain and crew. Imagine working a year in isolated space and getting NOTHING for it? Imagine slashing thenrest of the crews wages.

Curly wasn't able to predict what Jimmy would have done. I think his plan was to handle things Off Board. Too late in multiple ways, but I do think he would have genuinely back up Anya in however they go forwards once they've landed.

The option he chose didn't deal with the real problem though. It feels like he tried to problem solve to deal with the consequences and not the issue at hand; the safety of Anya, his crewmember. It's how he failed as a captain.

I'm proud of him rushing headlong unto danger to try and save them all. God. What a vicious cruelty to deny Curly the one thing he does deserve credit for.

Anyways I'm redressing him like a mummy so he's nice and cozy for his 20 year sleep. Poor guy tried to intervene, badly, into something that needed to be prevented instead by the company and by foresight he didn't have about a dangerous, narcissistic best friend. Doomed from the beginning because of your character flaws and unwinnable scenarios. You're such a good little horror character; if feel like he's a good parable about putting safety first. Thanks for your follies bro I hope it has impacted my personal decision making for the better so I don't become you if I'm in your position.

[criticaltone]

Okay I don’t post here like ever but I absolutely CANNOT believe nobody has mentioned this yet and it’s driving me NUTS. (From what I’ve seen anyways!)

DDVAU THEORY!

Jimmy is being targeted for his mind reading abilities.

So in the latest chapter (chaper 17) we see our beloved Jimmy get attacked by who knows what. But I think I know who did it, (or had part in it).

During Mother spore (chapters 11-13) the university was attacked by some kind of evil fungi, and it possessed grian. Now tell me why, out of everybody possessed grian could of taken, it was Jimmy. You could argue that he was the closet one nearby or it was someone Grian was familiar with, but then why didn’t he take anyone else? It was only Jimmy.

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS!!!!

THE FUNGI IS LITERALLY TRYING TO PULL HIM BACK!!!

At the end of Mother Spore, Jimmy was rescued and we see the villians behind the attack. They mention that things didn’t go quite as planned…

And I qoute, “I got what I wanted”

The panel of Grian was intentional to redirect the audiences attention… But what he really wanted was Jimmy.

Connecting it back to the most recent addition, the thing that attacked Jimmy had three eyes. You know who else has three eyes?

THE SAME GUY WHO SAID HE GOT WHAT HE WANTED!!!!!

also the colors are very similar BUT. If the ourple guy got what he wanted then why is he attacking Jimmy?

Because things didn’t go as planned.

Remember when HotGuy removed Jimmy from the fungi and it tried to reach back to him? What if, the fungi didn’t finish the job? By that I mean it was trying to infest Jimmy to a certain extent but never got a chance to Finish?

I mean look at this, that stuff STICKS.

So when ourple dude comes to “attack” Jimmy, he really just wanted to finish what he started. You can actually see Jimmy’s eye color change to purple from his lovely brown color.

SO it begs the question, Why didn’t ourple dude just do this without the fungi? Or even better, why didn’t ourple dude just put the fungi in his house? I think one, Jimmy needed to be in a weakened state in order for the ourple guy to get what he wants, and that attacking Jimmy like he did in chapter 17 wouldn’t have worked and would risk their plans if Jimmy was able to escape. Two, the fungi might’ve needed certain requirements in order to work. Since Grian has healing abilities, it meant that he could survive the fungi possession, therefore the fungi was able to grow.

Okay, that’s cool and all, but why is Jimmy being targeted for is Mind Reading abilites?

I actually don’t know. There isn’t enough evidence from the villains to see what they’re motives are apart from wanting Jimmy. We know Jimmy has those abilities which gives us a reason to think that’s why he is being targeted. BUT it could be a completely other reason why the villains want Jimmy so much.

This is a reach but I like to think Grian mentioning Jimmy’s mind reading just pages before he got attacked was subtle foreshadowing :3

CONCLUSION

I think the fungi from mother spore invested my brain too!

GO READ DDVAU!!

I might’ve missed a detail or two, but this covers the most of it :D

Also if anybody else said something similar, I did not see it! Please post your thoughts in the comments!

ALL CREDITS TO @kitsuneisi AND @xmaruu11