#i need to get back to the story im starting act 3 i think

[baeshijima]

i got jiyan in only 16 pulls that's the earliest ive ever pulled in a character banner in all of the gacha games ive played

right when i said ill just get him on his rerun with disappoined face then BOOM! he came home 🥺💖

now im spoiling him, gifting him the lustrous razor(?) and nonstop farming for his echos to make him so strong AND lemme tell you i HATE it bc i kept fighting the gorilla echo bc i need an aero one w crit rate to complete his aero damage 😭

i also cant stop staring and giggling while gazing at him to the point my little sister cringes at my lovesick expression

AND speaking of my little sissy the nine year old one from the prev ask i sent to u, she enjoys the wuwa gameplay so bad in fact she played it for eight hours lmao 😭 i tried to stop her but she said "i need to grind more for yinlin 🥺" and she said that if she doesnt get yinlin next month, she'll cry and quit the game lol 🤣

RAAAHHH EARLY JIYAN LETSGO NONNIE !!!! he really said why wait until rerun when u could have him now 😩 AND PLS THE ECHO GRIND 😭 i havent gotten too stuck into it yet bc im at like union lvl 18 (i havent progressed much bc ive been busy ;w;) but i remember watching cbt2 and thinking what a pain its going to be 😭 hopefully the drop rates are better than it was before and manifesting god tier echoes for u and ur jiyan nonnie 🙏🙏

AND HELP UR SISTER IS SO REAL FOR THAT 😭😭 if she threatens to quit that means the game has no choice but to give yinlin and her weapon to her trust 😌

[insertdisc5]

TIMELOOP GAMES REAL!??!??!!

hi i made a timeloop game called In Stars and Time and this is a whole post about other timeloop games you can also play.

some i liked. some i loved. some i didnt like. all are worth playing and like also listen the second friends and family heard i was making a timeloop game, i got bombarded with timeloop media recs. so here is a sampler in no particular order! NOTE: knowing some of those games are timeloop games is a spoiler. but. you are here. for timeloop games. so timeloop games you shall have

Outer Wilds

If you need to play one timeloop game, it's this one. Please play it blind. I swear to god you won't regret it. it's timeloops in space!!! it makes you think!!! there are so many "HOLY SHIT WAIT I GET IT NOW" moments!!! please just go play it please please please. some of the best environmental storytelling in a game. so many hints in plain sight. JUST PLAY IT

[way more timeloop games under the cut]

Oxenfree

I didn't actually like Oxenfree very much. But also it stayed in my mind for weeks after I finished playing it. that's how you know it's a good game. I really enjoyed the dialogue system in this, and how much the loop affected the characters. and it got so spooky!!!

Hikeback

i'm in the credits for this one because i was one of the inspirations heehee <3 i loved playing it… short little game about trust, self-sabotage, and never-ending cycles. highly recommend it

The Stanley Parable

Listen babes it absolutely counts. I replayed it a bunch while making ISAT, and I got immensely inspired by the dialogue, and how it catches you off guard sometimes? You get SO SO used to the narrator's "All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean?" at the start of every game, and then for no reason instead it says "A soft wind blew outside and perhaps rain started, and if it did it stopped shortly after. Stanley hoped that he would one day see weather." like WHAT THE FUUUUCK IM GETTING CHILLS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

12 minutes

ok i know we all made fun of this game when it came out because the story is batshit insane HOWEVER!!!!!!!! i REALLY REALLY LOVED how doing the same actions multiple times would have slightly different outcomes. If you battle someone, the first time you get knocked out in one hit and the loop restarts. the second time you try, you evade the first hit, but get knocked out. the third time, you last a little bit longer, and a little bit longer, until you can pretty much hold your own against your enemy. And it applies to so many things in this. Retrying different things to see how they would change was a delight.

this game is also so bad its almost good, and if you're interested you HAVE to play it with friends so you can yell about how bad it is together.

Zero Escape

it's just a good series ok. escape rooms, and also time loops! the 3rd game in particular goes deep into The Math of how timeloops would work, which i think is interesting. sometimes timeloop games just go "yeah you can timeloop dont worry about it" and others go "OK HERE'S THE HOW AND WHY IT WORKS" and both are interesting!

START AGAIN: a prologue

this game has almost everything i could wish for in a timeloop game. depression. lines repeating. dying brings you back. you get new levels and skills because you're aware of the loops but your party members don't. so you get overpowered next to them and they Notice. just. party members who dont know about the loops still noticing something is wrong. you are acting differently than yesterday. you look sad. you are acting weird. you know too much. how did you know where the keys were? how did you know this would happen? what's wrong? talk to us. and oh my god this game has a sequel? which will probably have Actually Everything i could wish for in a timeloop game? i can't wait. who made this? (its me i made this)

Ghost Trick

ok its not really time loops and more time travel and only for 4 minutes HOWEVER!!!! you should play it. you know you should play it because everyone says so. so go play it

Elsinore

im sure its a great game but ive never seen/read hamlet. so thats a failing on my part. because. you absolutely need to know hamlet to understand this game lol i did like the whole "make sure to find out which events are Important and which ones aren't so you can have The Perfect Loop"! very fun. or it would be. if i. knew. hamlet

The Forgotten City

a friend kept recommending it to me and i didn't like it. its good! just not for me. but if you like to think a lot you should play it. another "make sure to find out which events are Important and which ones aren't so you can have The Perfect Loop" game

Gnosia

Gonna be real. I didn't like the story very much, in part because the game lets you choose your gender but still acts like youre a straight dude. HOWEVER the gameplay was very inspiring to me. Every loop is pretty much just an among us meeting, and you have to find out who the imposters are or everyone dies and you loop again. and sometimes you ARE the imposter, so you need to make sure no one finds out. or you loop again. rules get added as time goes on too. i REALLY loved how quickly the loops stacked up. seeing "loop 100" was such a nice moment. ive been here so long! i tried to recreate that somewhat for my own game…

Loop Hero

Technically not a timeloop game, but a loop game. It still absolutely counts because it's about loops and memories, and what are loops and memories together if not a timeloop. You have your little guy going through a closed loop, battling enemies, getting cards, and making the world whole again by using those cards to make forests, towns, lakes come to life. I am famously a Story First Gameplay Second kinda player, but I did play this 45h for the gameplay alone. I learned a lot about battle balancing and randomness by playing this!

You and Me and Her: A Love Story

you know doki doki litterature club? this came before. and one might say. it's. better. in some parts (and i say that as someone who LOVED ddlc!) i won't say much except it's a dating sim but with timeloops. with a lot of what it implies. why are you dating this girl a second time? a third time? a fourth time? choose another one already! it was such a fascinating game to play, and is incredibly meta in the way it talks about dating sims and visual novels. had a lot of very impactful moments however, i played the hentai version. some of the worst, most cringy sex ive ever read and heard. however, one might say the sex is an integral part of the game and its deconstruction of hentai/dating sims…? no. just play the steam version which doesnt have the horrible sex scenes and you will have a great time i think (or play the hentai version. if you like. to watch. horrible sex scenes???)

Higurashi

knowing this is a timeloop game is a massive spoiler. however, this game is more than a decade old, so,,, honestly if you havent played higurashi what are you doing. i know i just spoiled you on it but i was also spoiled on it and i can GUARANTEE YOU that you will still have an amazing time. one more thing. you gotta play with the original sprites or you're a fake fan

I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

starts as a visual novel/management sim/dating sim kinda thing, until you realize that every replay is a new timeline. so the main character can save people, because they remembered about them dying in a previous one. i wish the timeloop would affect the game/story more (let me find a certain character quicker once ive found them in a previous playthrough!!!), but timeloop aside, it's a very fun game to play!!!

that's it! hope you will find a nice timeloop game you like

[ninasodiiva]

what are their true feelings?.ೃ࿐

PAC reading

hi my babes! it's crazy the love my first reading received, i'm so happy to know the messages resonated ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈.

someone requested this pac reading, and i liked it because the uncertainty of not knowing how someone feels about you is fucking horrible (been there). so keep reading if you'd like to know what are their true feelings? ༊*·˚

how to choose a group:

take a deep breath and relax your body, look at all the pictures and pick the one you are the most drawn to, don't think about it to much. you might be attracted to the picture or the number. REMEMBER this is a general reading, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. nothing is set in stone. if you are not drawn to any of the pictures this might not be the reading for you loves. tarot is a divination tool to meant for guidance!! nothing is set in stone and you are the master of your own fate and the captain of your own soulㅤ ♡ྀི

that said, let's get into it!

- group 1: polka dot tights 🤍

hi my beautiful group 1, let's start.

at first i was extremely confused reading your cards but all of the sudden a wave of messages came in. i feel this is how you're feeling, confused (well you wouldn't be here if you weren't lol). i'm always direct when giving messages and this case is no different. babes i feel you're dealing with a person from your past, someone you already have history with and once felt like home to you, things have changed a lot. you either broke up some time ago but still keep in touch or that person is still your partner. well, this is a classic story, you both are growing and your new selves don't quite fit anymore.

there are two energies in the reading so pick the one that resonates

if this is your actual partner my group 1, i see you making great efforts to keep the relationship alive, you're a romantic, very down to earth and devoted person. the "problem" here seems to be your person, they are not who they once were. from what i'm getting i feel your person has become very independent as if they were single. keeping things to themselves, not sharing time with you, acting cold... really what im getting is that they want to focus more on their personal goals and dreams, they want to be free (?). you put the efforts to keep the fire alive, and that says beautiful things about you but... the truth is people grow apart, and it has nothing to do with you, it happens. spirit is telling me it's time to let this person go for good, both of you served your purpose within the relationship and a new chapter is ahead 🤍 they are also telling me that a conversation is VERY much needed to put an end to this cycle, a truthful, vulnerable conversation. i just heard: don't fall back into old patterns again. babes don't be like carrie in this situation pls.

spirit wants me to say that this is no one's fault, the love was there, and will be just in a different form. it's like losing contact with an old friend, you will always love them and cherish them but not in the same way. for this collective of group 1 i sense both of you are great people, it's just that you guys have different visions for you futures. have grace with yourself and remember my loves that it's not a loss, but the gain of a beautiful experience and memories.

lastly spirit says to leave your worries to them and to cherish yourself and this new chapter in your life babes. with love, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

if this is an ex or a situationship (god i hate that term) im gonna be straight forward with you babes. your person does not feel anything romantic towards you, you're confusing lust and a bit of attention for love. i feel that since you have history with this person you believe things could work out this time but im here to tell you that no (im sorry if im too harsh, i think you need it <3).

the "problem" seems to be that you my pile 1 have this subconscious belief which tells you that familiar is good even if it hurts mix with a need for validation (gosh i sound so harsh im sorry 😭). your person literally couldn't give less of a fuck, they are the definition of a fuckboy. girl please get out, let me put it to you this way. would you like your daughter to be in your situation? no right? well then FUCK YOUR PERSON. really babe, stand up you don't wanna be the "long-term long distance low commitment casual girlfriend" 🙏🏼 your person will not choose you and its not because of you, they are not serious when it comes to relationships.

he is already getting you without having to choose you, clock that.

spirit says you have no idea how much your life will improve in EVERY ASPECT once you let that person go and understand that the only validation and acceptance you need is from yourself diva. STAND UP BABE. i'm sending you lots of love and strength to leave that dusty and i apologize if at some point it got too straight forward.

with love, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

group two: kitten heels 🩰

my group two omg when i tell you its not even funny the way im giggling while channeling the messages... gosh im so excited for you! <3

okey so, your person has feelings for you. gosh so many messages are coming through and i can't write that fast. this person likes you A LOT, he has the biggest crush on you, it's a love so sweet and tender... your person has been through hell in past relationships and that has caused them to reject love for some time, what spirit is saying is that meeting you was really cathartic for them because the feelings were so strong they had to find a way to heal to be with you.

babes be patient with them pls i'm being so serious, they are fighting their own demons and fears to find the courage to trust someone again 🤍 they are so shy about you it's so funny lol cause i'm feeling normally they're not like that. they see you as someone so kind and patient, extremely caring and beautiful physically. i'm seeing this image of you being in your world and them admiring you from afar wow. the cards and spirit support this connection 100%, what they are asking you to do is to help your person a little bit!! try to break the ice by being playful and they say it's important not to rush and get to know each other. but i assure you this is absolutely lovely energy 🌹

spirit is saying it will be sooner than expected and to be honest and thoughtful with your person, i sense they are a very strong and romantic person but when it comes to love they are hopeless. it's so sweet that they are literally forcing themselves to face their demons in order to be with you, that's how much they want you 🤍 also be prepared to go on date i heard!!

congratulations pile two you deserve this kind of love and i'm so so so excited to hear how this unfolds for you!! there's not much to say, with love Nina ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🦢

group three: brown cardigan

hi group number three hope you're having a great day, let's get into your reading! <3

babes did you friendzone this person? lol. it's funny because i see your person hiperfixated on you but they think their feelings are not reciprocated by you? i don't know how you feel about them but since you're reading this i'm assuming you care for them at least.

im seeing your person being in their own a lot, for some reason they are going through WAITT OH. okey there are two collectives here. some of you friendzone your person or that's at least that's how they feel. and for others your person it's fighting the urge to confess how they feel towards you, because they truly appreciate your friendship. take it as it resonates!

group number 3 i'm feeling a push and pull dynamic between the both of you, i'm here to give you clarity so if you like this person spirit is saying to let yourself feel these emotions, it's safe to like someone and specifically your person!! they literally feel the same as you really, it's like those movies where the love interests are COMPLETELY blind and it's infuriating to watch 😫. you both are so awkward it's hilarious and cute. the advice here is to be open minded, i feel you're doubting this person because you have a wrong perception of them, get to know them more and make an effort!!!

i can not stress that enough, it's showing multiple times in your reading. this is someone compatible for you and the attraction is there. i can't quite pinpoint what is exactly making you both doubtful, maybe other people??

bottom line is that they like you as well and they are planning to take action towards you but you need to do that as well babes. for the ones who friendzone them (lmao) spirit says they also wanna come towards you but you crushed their hopes and now they think there's 0 chances. you have to make an effort group number three. the ball is in your court!! if what you wanted is confirmation that they are your person you have it, spirit says it will be successful but you need to OPEN UP GIRL, don't be afraid to love, you got this diva.

that's all for your reading my love, i send you lots of love and strength, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[opiopal]

one thing that often crosses my mind, is the brothers watching mams fall in love with Mc and they just can’t bring themselves to be upset about it,

Because all of a sudden he’s getting lost in thought staring at them, he starts to actually save some money just to buy things for them, he gets bashful whenever they’re around and tries extra hard to tell a story or two were he seems cool.

At first they think it’s laughable(and maybe a little pathetic), but every time they go to tease him about it the only thing he can really manage is a simple “shut up” before continuing on, mostly because he knows they’re right. He’s inlove with a human.. and so what!? He’s the Avatar of Greed! One of the seven lords! The Great Mammon! He can do whatever he wants, however he wants, whenever he wants!

but as time passes he doesn’t even say anything back to them when they go to tease, maybe one day asmo leans over to ask what he could be staring at- only for mams to not even mumble anything back or look his way, because he’s just so occupied with staring at Mc who’s just across the room. Maybe they aren’t even doing anything, maybe they’re in class and the teacher called mc up to do a problem on the board- or maybe they’re at diavolos place and mc is chatting with someone. Whatever it is, the look in mammons eyes is enough to not make asmo offended from being blatantly ignored. Sure he knows he couldn’t understand what mams see’s in that human, but knows love when he see’s it. so, over time as asmo starts to watch his brother and the human, he gains a small appreciation for their dorky little relationship… though the appreciation stops being small since he fan girls whenever he see’s them holding hands or whenever mams rushes over to gift mc something small, only for mc to gush and act as if he just gave them the entire world! They’re both just the cutest together!! And he has no idea how he didn’t see it before!? Sure it’s funny to his older brother acting a fool,(when is he not?) but it’s adorable to watch him stumble over himself when doing something as simple as walking Mc to class! It’s just so cute!!

asmo then starts defending mams whenever the others say something or try to tease, maybe at first it’s a quick, “oh don’t say that,” “they’re cute! Don’t be so rude!” “Oh guys don’t tease,” But one day, when mc and mammon both leave the dining room, maybe to go grab something or to do a task that clearly doesn’t need two people, and asmo pipes up, ”you know, im serious,”

everyone turns to look at him a little confused,

“..as in they’re absolutely adorable together!”

“oh barf.” Levi says, not looking up from his phone, a few others mumble in agreement,

“what! You guys seriously can’t say you haven’t noticed how mammon is around them, it’s the cutest!”

There’s a moment of silence at the table and Asmo huffs,

“come on, when was the last time any of you saw him saving his money to buy someone ELSE something?? It’s clear he’s taking this seriously!”

they all take a second to think before exchanging looks with each other,

then from that point they all start to really pay attention- honestly, I could imagine mc and mams not really being quite open with their relationship when they finally do make it official, but they are REALLY bad at hiding it. so the entire household takes notice once the two start holding hands more often, giggling at seemingly nothing at all, running off together randomly at different points in the day, sitting much closer together during meals, and the two are always touching each other, from a full on grab to just leaning on each other. So of course instead of mocking mams for his feelings.. the teasing moves on to flustering the two about their very obvious not-so-secret relationship. Even luci joins in, occasionally asking mc when they’ll marry his little brother, which flusters the both of them. And unfortunately causes the others to join in.

at least they’re supportive<3

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: haku tells you a bedtime story that's a bit too familiar.

COMMENTS: this is a late birthday fic for @sunstirred :3 thank u for being such a lovely bright presence in the tkdb fandom!! i really hope you like this because. im worried i got too philosophical or something T0T PLEASE im so sorry im going to dig a hole and hide in it now im so worried it's horrible . WE BALL

Haku finds himself wondering if normalcy with you by his side could be possible.

Sure, he calls you princess, takes you on dates, and does all of the normal things a boyfriend would do. And maybe that should be enough to satisfy him—but it isn’t. The thought of your curse and his future hang above his head all the time, and even when he forgets in the midst of bliss it always bites him in the ass eventually. It’s selfish to keep you here.

“Haku,” you breathe, looking so soft under the bedsheets, all wrapped up in his bed, curled up next to him and no one else, “Tell me a bedtime story?”

He exhales sharply, a small smile spreading across his lips.

“Princess, you’ve made fun of me for my acting before—”

“C’mon, please?” you whine, shuffling even closer to him.

The sheets are cool against his skin, but with your body heat, he feels unimaginably warm. Is this love? It certainly feels like it.

“Once upon a time...there was a flower,” Haku begins.

He can tell you’re quite satisfied with the results of your pleading as you get comfortable. Your legs wrap around his and he sighs, tightening the grip he has on your waist.

“This flower was loved dearly by the wind,” he continues, “But the flower didn’t know just how badly the wind wanted to keep it.”

You’re nodding along. Haku’s hand slides up your waist and trails up your back.

“The wind blew harder, trying to get the flower to join it. The wind had so much freedom, but only because it fought hard to keep its freedom,” Haku murmurs, “The wind wanted nothing more than to have a life with the flower. It thought, if I can take this flower with me, I can finally know what it means to live as myself.”

You’re frowning. Maybe this story was a bit too sad, but now that he started he can’t just stop. And so, he takes another deep breath before continuing.

“The flower couldn’t be swept away by the wind, otherwise, it would die. The flower made its roots stronger, digging into the ground to escape the wind. It pleaded with the flower to let go, to be free with it, but the flower knew it couldn’t. She was more grounded than the wind.”

Whoops, slip of the tongue. Haku laughs to himself, and hopes you’d just brush it off.

A simple bedtime story shouldn’t make him feel so awful.

“And so, the wind howled and howled and howled, until one day. It stopped. The flower was able to withstand the most horrific of disasters because of how it dealt with the wind. It was able to survive, year after year, all while the gentle breeze kept watch.” Haku presses a single kiss to your forehead, “I think the wind realized that the flower had a different definition of freedom because it lead a different life.”

“The wind and the flower just need to coexist... you've spent too much time with Zenji,” you tease, but furrow your brow, “Haku...this sounds an awful lot like a metaphor for how humans and ghouls can’t—”

He kisses you. You grunt against his lips before laughing, leaning into his touch. He knows you don’t care about any of that—sharp, clever you—but he can’t help himself from wanting to keep you right here.

You belong here, by his side. And even if he isn’t the guy you fell in love with one day, he knows you’ll still love him all the same.

You’re his hope. Haku knows, deep down, an undeniable truth, that he would do anything—anything at all—to make sure your future was forever safe and protected.

At the end of it all, Haku just wants to be your future, simply as the man who loves you.

[mofongomuncher]

𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

POV: Telling Ekko you’re pregnant

Im gonna be posting a bunch of lil Ekko oneshots on Wattpad, I feel like this man doesn’t get enough stories and it irkssss me sm. So if you’d like to read more the link is at the end!!

I'm not all that good at writing, I’m also doing this for fun so please go easy on me. I'm hoping to get better as I keep writing. But I still hope you guys enjoy it!! :3

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The Firelight base, hidden among the green thick fogs of Zaun, was Ekko's haven. A quiet—peaceful place from the chaos of the Undercity.

His little room at the top of his tree was where he could think, when the weight of leadership felt too heavy—he could sit, take a moment for himself for a little bit.

His room was filled with unfinished projects, blueprints and tools scattered all across his workbench, The lanterns and candles cast a soft, wam glow over the space, giving it a calming, almost ethereal atmosphere.

But tonight...tonight felt different.

Tonight, there was something heavy in the air.

Y/N sat on the edge of his bed, She had something she needed to say. Something that had been on her mind for days now. But the thought of how Ekko would react to it made her heart race like hell.

Ekko was seated at his workbench, tinkering with a device, his brows furrowed in concentration. When Y/N finally spoke, her voice barely rose above a whisper, it stopped him cold.

"Ekko," she began, and when he turned, the look on his face shifted. His precious brown eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she saw his guard come down, just a fraction.

He stood, his usual cool confidence flickering for just an instant. "What's up doll? You've been acting different... is something wrong?"

Y/N hesitated.

Fuck This wasn't easy.

How do you tell someone you love so much that their life is about to change forever?

But she couldn't keep it to herself anymore.

"Ekko...I'm pregnant."

Ekko froze. His expression was unreadable for a second before his eyes narrowed, brows drawing together. His mind that was always fast, was now working overtime, processing what the hell she just said.

For a second, the silence felt like a punch to the gut, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on both of them.

"You're... pregnant?" He repeated, his voice low, almost to himself, like he wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. He just stood there, trying to find something to say but was unable to form the words just yet.

Y/N nodded, swallowing hard.

"I found out a little while ago. I just didn't know how to tell you. Hell, I didn't even know how to process it myself."

Ekko rubbed his forehead, He was silent for a moment longer before he spoke, his voice rougher than usual, but it was tinged with concern. "I... I'm not sure what to do with this Y/N...Fuck...I didn't even expect to see this coming.."

Y/N's heart clenched at the uncertainty in his voice. She had been afraid of this, of him not knowing how to react.

she took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't expect this either. I'm scared too Ekko. But I don't—I can't to do this alone. I need you."

Ekko didn't move right away, his gaze still locked on her. His hands fidgeted with a loose gear on the workbench, his mind was clearly in a battle between his responsibilities and the unexpected future baby unfolding in front of him.

"Damn..." he muttered, shaking his head, his usual confident demeanor cracked for a moment.

"...I—I don't even know what kind of father I'd be. I barely have time to think straight with everything that's going on lately." His voice softened, but it was raw, honest—Ekko was always the kind of person who wasn't afraid to show what he was feeling around me, even if it made him vulnerable.

"But I'm not gonna back down from it..."                   "Not from you."

Y/N felt the tension in her chest start to melt away as he spoke.

She stepped closer, her eyes softening, the relief obvious in her expression.

Ekko's eyes softened as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping her face. "Whatever happens next, we'll figure it out..Like we always do." His smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads brushing together. He seemed to take a moment to just soak it all in, before speaking again, softer this time.

"I love you Y/N."

Y/N's smile softened, feeling her heart swell. But before she could say anything, Ekko's voice had that hint of excitement. "And I'm gonna love our baby too. I'll teach 'em alll the important stuff."

He leaned back a bit, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can you imagine? A little mini us running around just causing all the trouble, and I'm the one trying to keep it all together while you just—well, you'll be egging 'em on won't you?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful grin. "Oh absolutely! That little ball of happiness is gonna have all of your genius and a whole lot of my sass... We'll have a little firecracker on our hands."

Ekko's grin grew, the playful energy between them settling into something warm and steady. "They'll be perfect." He stepped in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then slowly brushing his lips against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss.

When they pulled away, he smiled, his hand gently resting on her cheek. "And if they're half as amazing as you, we'll be just fine."

Y/N's heart fluttered, her smile growing as she met his eyes. "I love you Ekko."

"I love you too Y/N"

[izunx]

7:59PM

Ran accompanied you on the way home from a wretched day of work. your endless yapping plagued his ear.

“baby, please”

you cocked your head up towards your husband and your face instantly morphed into one of disgust.

“please what?”

“shhhhh” he brought his slender finger up to your lips.

you were too baffled to even speak, that was until you did.

“nope, I don’t think you’re talking to me, try again”

ran returned that same face of disgust and pinched your lips shut together.

“I am talking to you, mrs”

you imitated the sound of incorrect buzzing. this got him to laugh.

“you’re so childish-”

“no way the manchild is calling me childish.”

continuing to walk, he grabbed your purse and held it for you. he flashed you a boyish grin, the same one you’ve known since forever.

“a manchild wouldn’t do this,”

and that silenced you. you resorted to admiring his sharp features reflecting the intimate pink of the setting, autumn sky.

rummaging through your purse, he whipped out your plumping gloss.

“want me to help you put it on?” you smiled with wicked intent casted all over your face.

“what is it?”

“it’s lip balm, you need some anyways”

he struck a look of annoyance at you and retaliated by flicking your forehead.

“whatever, I don’t need your stinky help.”

as grown as your husband likes acting, he was a child at heart — he expressed it endlessly when he was with you, which was one of the multitude of reasons he wifed you.

using the wand to apply the plumping gloss, he slapped his lips together in satisfaction, throwing it back in your purse.

and he was satisfied. satisfied before his face instantly was mutilated into one of horror.

“why’s it burning, y/n”

you let out an ugly cackle in the middle of the relatively quiet road. you smacked his back and tears had been brought to your eyes.

“you’re laughing and my lips are being burned off right in front of your eyes?”

he attempted to lick it off, but it just started tingling his tongue instead.

“I swear I’m never touching your stuff again”

he started violently rubbing the sticky substance off his mouth and spat at you.

“RAN. that’s disgusting”

“yeah this burning on my lips is also disgusting.”

despite his state, he enjoyed seeing you laughing because of him. even when you’ve had such a bad day at work. he’d burn down the world if it meant you could laugh like that. but he’d never let you know that.

“want me to kiss it better?” you mocked him.

“yeah, I do actually”

and that caught you off guard.

“gosh, I always have to baby you”

reguardless, you put your hands on his chest and gently placed your lips on his.

whilst it was a quick kiss, your lips immediately healed his.

“damn maybe I’ll put some more on”

“you’ll get my kisses either way” you giggled at his determination.

to that, he smiled brightly - and only for you. grabbing your waist to steal more from you.

stop this was so fun to write — also just a little quick brain dump im writing like 3 different stories rn tho..

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, attempted SA, fighting, blood, dry humping.

word count: 6.8k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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

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

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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

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Knoxville, Tennessee - 3:30PM

Genesis was at the catering hall with Jade, enjoying a meal together. As she loaded her plate with food, confident she would work it off later, an unsettling feeling crept over her. It felt as though someone was watching her from behind, causing her skin to crawl and the hairs on her arms to stand on end.

As she glanced around the room, she noticed Zilla's gaze fixed on her, reminiscent of a predator watching its prey, ready to seize the moment to act on his threats. This unnerved her. Just then, Jade called out to her, pulling her back to reality. She turned her focus to her best friend and smiled as they both made their way to sit down.

As soon as they took their seats, they started eating and chatting with one another. However, Genesis felt uneasy under Zilla's watchful gaze, which made her anxious; she struggled to concentrate on Jade's conversation.

Jade noticed that something was amiss as her best friend's gaze drifted elsewhere.

“Gigi, you good?” Jade asked, catching her attention.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Genesis responded with a smile on her face while looking down at her plate.

She sensed that something was off with her best friend. As she scanned the area for clues, her gaze landed on Zilla. At that moment, she realized what was troubling her, smirking and shaking her head in response.

“Stay right here Gigi.” She said as she got up from their table while heading towards Zilla’s way.

Genesis glanced up just in time to see Jade rise from the table and move toward Zilla. To her surprise, Jade yanked Zilla by the hair and slammed him to the ground.

“What the fuck is yo’ problem Jade!?” Zilla shouted.

All eyes were on them as Zilla gazed at her, thinking she was out of her mind, fully aware that he couldn't lay a finger on her.

“You! Are my fucking problem! Don’t fucking look or even think about Gigi! She’s happy let her be you fucking stalker!” Jade yelled.

Zilla stood up from the ground, brushed off his clothes, and smirked at her while shaking his head. "She seems happy, huh? She'd be much happier with me than with Jimmy. He has no idea how to handle a beautiful woman like Gigi; he can't even manage Trinity."

Jade laughed at him, unable to comprehend how this fool could be so confident that he would effortlessly win Genesis over. However, Jimmy had already captured her heart, and she was completely smitten with him.

“For surely he knows how to take care of her and handle her unlike you just tryna use her for sex.”

“She’s a pretty woman that looks like the type to give it up but she’s been a bit stubborn, that's all.” At that moment, Jade struck him across the face, prompting gasps from everyone in the catering hall.

“Listen to me bitch ass nigga. YOU will not compare my best friend to all of these women in her that you fucked thinking you got a chance because you don’t Gigi is already spoken for.” That made him chuckle a bit if she was spoken for then why hasn’t Jimmy claimed her already? 

“If so then why hasn’t he claimed her as his yet? In my eyes she’s still single so I get to do whatever I want to her.” The way Jade wanted to punch him so bad in front of these folks but kept her composure.

“What she and Jimmy got goin on is none of your business so yo’ ass better tread lightly when it comes to Gigi.” With that she walked away from him heading back towards Genesis who watched the whole entire unfold as she watched Jade sit down. “You didn’t have to do that bestie.”

“Girl, I wanted to do that for you because he’s starting to piss me off and I don’t like that.” Jade had held Genesis' hand while looking at her.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this situation, you have me and Jimmy and everyone else that has your back okay? We won’t let him get you.” Genesis felt a warmth in her heart as she heard those words from her best friend; it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted, reassuring her that she wasn’t alone.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it from her pocket, she noticed a text message from Jimmy.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Mamas wya? tryna get something sweet?

Genesis was craving something sweet right now knowing that he knew that about her cravings especially in the middle of the night she would always end up with a sweet tooth.

“Who’s texting you girl got you all smiling over there is it Jimmy?” Jade asked.

Genesis rolled her eyes and nodded, aware that her best friend was curious about her relationship with Jimmy. “Yes, he wants to take me out for something sweet,” Genesis replied.

“Girl, If you don’t text that man back and go.” Genesis smiled at her while texting Jimmy back

Gigi🤍: I’m with Jade in the catering hall I am craving something sweet tho

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu want so we can go and get it?

Gigi🤍: I was thinking about some ice cream 🍨 but like I want a sundae’s ice cream it’s sooo good.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then pretty lady c’mon so we can go 

Gigi🤍: I’m otw ❤️

Genesis put her phone back in her pocket as she stood up and picked up her purse. She informed Jade that she was leaving but reminded her to stay alert because of Zilla. After giving Jade a hug, she headed toward the front where Jimmy was waiting. Meanwhile, Zilla observed the entire scene but remained frozen in place, feeling uneasy under Jade's intense gaze.

Genesis noticed him leaning against the door, absorbed in his phone. She took a moment to appreciate his appearance; he always looked great, even without effort. Once he caught her admiring him, he couldn't resist returning the gaze.

He tucked his phone into his pocket just as she dashed toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her by the thighs, showering her with a few kisses on the lips.

He is really into her new hairstyle; it makes her look incredibly attractive. He felt a strong urge to take her back to their hotel room and give in to the moment, but he held back.

“Hey baby, you ready?” Jimmy asked.

Genesis nodded as Jimmy helped her back onto her feet, intertwining their fingers as they made their way to the ice cream shop. While he drove, she couldn't help but admire the Tennessee cityscape, passing numerous buildings and wondering how many people would attend SummerSlam the next day.

She felt Jimmy's hand grip her thigh, drawing her attention as she turned to him. He glanced at her a few times before flashing a smile that revealed his grills. While he concentrated on driving, she leaned in to kiss his cheek, but she quickly pulled back after the kiss.

She laced her fingers with his as he pressed a kiss to her hand, filling her heart with love whenever he was near. They excelled at keeping their relationship under wraps, ensuring that no one would suspect anything until they chose to go public.

He waited calmly for her signal, ready to make it happen in an instant.

After leaving the Ice Cream Shop, Jimmy took them to a secluded spot to enjoy their ice cream and have a conversation. He parked in an empty lot, rolled down the windows, and turned off the engine. As he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned back in his seat for comfort, he observed Genesis savoring her sundae.

The way her tongue danced around the spoon before she brought it back to her mouth excited him, making him wish it was him receiving that kind of attention. All those fantasies he had about her pleasuring him were intense, and just the thought of it made him hard.

Unbeknownst to him, Genesis had the same desire for him to pleasure her, wanting him to savor her as if it were his final feast. However, she was unsure of his approach to intimacy, so she attempted to dismiss that thought while she continued enjoying her ice cream.

Jimmy gently lifted her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. "You look amazing, baby," he said, wanting to take in the beauty of her face.

“Thank you daddy, you look fine yourself.” Genesis smiled innocently, as if she hadn't just referred to him as daddy.

“keep on with that imma have yo’ ass in the backseat moaning daddy.” She looked at him with her puppy eyes, attempting to charm him into forgiving her for teasing him. “Un-Un, yo ass ain’t slick baby. fix yo face.”

A playful smirk danced on her lips as she twirled her tongue around the spoon, savoring the ice cream right in front of him, fully aware of how much he despised it. Each time she teased him like this, he would respond by showing her exactly why she shouldn’t.

“Quit Gigi, you know better.”

“Or what big daddy?” She spoke in a soft, alluring tone, gazing down at him with her big, innocent eyes while savoring her ice cream sundae.

Jimmy smirked and shook his head before setting his ice in the cup holder. Fortunately, their ice cream containers had lids, preventing any mess from melting inside his car. He then climbed into the backseat, spreading his legs and gesturing for her to join him.

She followed his instructions, unbuckling her seatbelt and setting her ice cream sundae in the other cup holder. Then, she moved to the backseat with him, straddling his lap and resting her hands on his shoulders while gazing down at him as his hands held her hips.

Jimmy gently kissed her neck, prompting her to tilt her head slightly, allowing him better access. As he sucked on her skin, leaving love bites, she softly moaned his name.

He raised her shirt over her head and tossed it aside as he unclipped her bra. As her breasts became exposed, he kissed his way down towards them. He took them in his hands, swirling his tongue around her nipples, which made her arch her back in delight.

“J-Jimmy.” Genesis moaned as she began rolling her hips onto his lap.

A soft pop escaped his lips as he continued to suck on her nipples, observing her move rhythmically on his lap—she could sense his arousal pressing against her clothes.

She applied more pressure onto his lap, making him groan in response as he firmly held her hips, directing her movements.

“Fuck, Gigi. You be making my dick so hard for you mamas you don’t understand.” Jimmy groaned.

She leaned her head to the side, gazing at him with an innocent expression while she kept riding on his lap. “I do daddy?”

“Mhm sure, baby. look at you girl so perfect for me.” She could sense his covered erection pressing against her covered intimacy. The size of his manhood was evident, especially when she noticed the outline in his grey shorts that evening, confirming her suspicions about his endowment.

His hands explored her body as his lips brushed against her neck, showering her with the love and affection she deserved. He pressed his lips to hers, and they shared a passionate kiss while he encouraged her to move faster on his lap.

The kiss was slow and intense, with their tongues battling for control as her fingers wove through his curls, gripping them firmly.

The thrill is undeniable—his reactions to her are always electrifying. His eagerness and desire for her are palpable. She felt a rush of exhilaration from the control she wielded over him, moving her hips in a fluid motion, rising before sinking back down, and in return, she was met with a beautifully shattered moan escaping his lips.

Leaning in, Genesis moves her hips against him, the edge of her skirt brushing against her clit, providing just the right amount of pressure that sends waves of pleasure coursing down her spine. Soft moans and near-whimpers escape her lips as she grinds against him, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“Fuck, keep using me Gigi. Get whatchu need from me.” He murmured between kisses.

This was her first experience doing something like this, particularly with a man like Jimmy. She had been longing for him, especially given how he had cared for her in recent weeks, showering her with love and affection, which deeply affected her.

“It feels so good Jimmy..” she murmured back.

A transformation occurs within him the moment their hands touch. He seizes her hips, his fingers pressing deeply into her flesh with a force that could leave lasting impressions as he lifts Genesis and pulls her down onto him.

Genesis feels her breath hitch. Her mind swirls, overwhelmed by the pleasure. It blooms within her veins, rich and sweet, filling her with a warm, vibrant energy.

Planting his feet firmly on the carpet for support, Jimmy lifts and thrusts his hips, pressing against her. This action is similar to their intimate moments, but since they are both still fully dressed, instead of the pleasurable sensation of his thick cock inside her, the outline of his arousal rubs against her, with the damp fabric of her underwear pressing tantalizingly against her clit.

He pressed his lips against her jawline, kissing it gently as she moaned his name, oblivious to anyone who might hear. In his presence, she felt completely safe and secure.

A wave of pleasure radiates through her entire body, vibrant and intense. It consumes the air in her lungs, causing an unexpectedly high-pitched gasp to slip from her lips. Then he does it once more.

Everything is pulsing intensely. A warm, persistent pressure is building deep in her lower abdomen, causing her to lose her balance. She clings to his strong forearms for support.

He keeps going, thrusting into Genesis with such power that it could easily dislodge her if his strong hands weren't gripping her firmly.

It flows steadily within her, sweet and slow, seeping through her veins until a warm heaviness gathers around her thighs. This weight is overwhelming, dragging her deeper into its embrace.

“You finna make a mess on me princess?” He cooed at her with his voice being thick and heavy.

She grasped at emptiness, feeling only the pressure and friction of Jimmy's firm body pressing against her through his sweats. The sensation of him made her mouth water, her tongue feeling heavy as memories of his thickness filling her surged through her mind. All that occupied her thoughts, feelings, and vision was Jimmy.

The muscles in her legs ache, her throat feels constricted with a fiery sensation, and a sense of tension grips her. Suddenly, his gentle voice whispers in her ear, filled with love and support, enveloping her in warmth.

“Talk to me baby, you finna cum? Tell daddy you finna cum princess I can feel her baby.” 

“O-oh, fuck Jimmy. I’m finna cum daddy.”

“Yeah? Me too baby, c’mon cum for daddy mamas.”

It's overwhelming. She feels powerless. There are no alternatives. Not when he speaks to her so gently. Not while his hands are gripping her thighs with such intensity. Not while he continues to press against her, the firmness of his body pressed closely to hers.  

At that moment, she released a deep moan, burying her face in his neck as she experienced an intense climax. The sensation surged through her like a powerful wave, almost overwhelming in its intensity. It consumed her entirely, filling every corner of her being until nothing else existed. Bright flashes of white danced in the darkness, creating a galaxy of ecstasy behind her shut eyelids.

He quickly made a mess all over himself in his sweatpants, throwing his head back against the car seat as a deep moan escaped his lips.

Her lungs feel like they're on fire, each breath coming in harsh gasps, and her vision is blurred. It's a disorienting experience. Genesis struggles to grasp her surroundings, her thoughts swirling chaotically until they settle on Jimmy's gaze. The comforting warmth in his gentle eyes brings her back to reality.

You both beam at each other, grinning like fools, even while you're still catching your breath.

She sensed the chaos they had created around them rising up, prompting her to laugh at the scene before he buried his face in her neck and embraced her waist.

“So much for our ice cream.” Genesis says.

“It’s all good it was worth it—you good though Gigi?” Jimmy responds.

She nods her head before speaking, “yeah, I’m good Jimmy. This was good.”

Jimmy gently pressed his lips against hers, and they lingered in that moment before returning to their tasks.

Genesis sat in the locker room of Jimmy and Jey, watching their match against the New Day for the tag team titles. As she saw Jimmy on the screen, glistening and shirtless, she couldn't help but recall their encounter in the back of his car, which made her shift her thighs together.

She admired his confidence, particularly when he playfully stuck his tongue out, fully aware that he was trying to grab her attention. As she watched their entrance on the screen, she heard a knock at the door, expecting it to be Liv or Jackie. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to find him standing there in person, a smirk on his face.

He had caught her alone all by herself.

As she attempted to slam the door, he forced his way in, knocking her to the ground while shutting and locking the door behind him. He seized her by the neck, pinning her against the wall, and started kissing her neck. Despite her struggles and cries for help, he silenced her by covering her mouth with his large hands.

He tore her clothes away, exposing her breast as he fondled it. Then, he lifted her by her thighs and carried her to the couch, forcefully pinning her down while kissing her body all over.

“Get Off Of Me!” She shouted as Zilla had choked her out causing her to grab his arms.

“You gon shut the fuck up and take this shit you hear me?” Zilla fell silent, her expression shifting as she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans and boxers. Her eyes widened in surprise at his size.

She delivered a powerful kick to his stomach in a frantic attempt to escape. As she rose from the couch and reached for the door, he stood up, grabbed her by the hair, and forcefully threw her back onto the couch, positioning himself at her entrance.

Cody was on his way to his tour bus when he heard commotion coming from Jimmy and Jey's locker room. It sounded like someone was screaming. Initially, he assumed Jimmy and Genesis were just having a good time, but the screams were different—more like someone was desperately asking for help.

He attempted to open the door, but it was locked. At that moment, he heard Genesis screaming and shouting, prompting him to kick the door open with all his strength.

“I’m Coming Gigi!” Cody shouted.

He repeatedly kicked the door until it fell down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Zilla half-naked and Genesis's clothes torn off while he tried to assault her.

Cody rushed over and pulled him away from her, delivering a punch to Zilla's face that sent him crashing to the ground. Cody then climbed on top of him and started striking his head repeatedly.

“The fuck is wrong with you Zilla!? What are you doing to Gigi!?” He yelled as he seized the hem of his shirt and delivered a powerful punch to his face.

Genesis crouched behind the couch, observing the two of them argue. She curled into a ball, her chest tightening as anxiety washed over her, and she struggled to regain her composure.

Tables and glasses shattered everywhere as they tossed each other around. Zilla landed several punches on Cody, who retaliated with a few hits of his own, exchanging blows in a fierce back-and-forth.

Genesis began to recall the traumatic moments when Quincy coerced her into sex against her will, an experience that caused her immense pain and contributed to her long period of celibacy. It was during this reflection that she witnessed Cody forcefully slam Zilla onto one of the tables, startling her.

“You’re a fucking monster! Why would try to do something like that to her!”

Cody was now strangling him, shouting, “Jimmy doesn’t deserve her! He can’t take care of her the way I can!” He struck him in the face once more, leaving his hands covered in blood.

“I hope they release your ass! After I’m done with you!”

The battle raged on until one of them fell to the ground once more. Genesis's vision began to fade, and the last image she registered was Cody approaching her, his hands smeared with Zilla's blood. He lifted her into his arms and headed for the door, shouting for assistance.

While he shouted for assistance, he noticed Jade sprinting down the hallway. She saw her best friend cradled in his arms, blood covering his hands. Her heart ached at the sight of her best friend, whose clothes were torn, hair disheveled, and makeup smeared.

“Cody! What happened!?” Jade asked.

Cody said, "Zilla did this to her. He attempted to assault her. Jade, we need to get her to a doctor immediately; I believe she’s having an anxiety attack." Jade nodded in agreement and led Genesis to the medical center.

Jade felt heartbroken witnessing her best friend in such a state, and she realized that Jimmy would be furious when he finds out, given how much he cares for Genesis.

He cares for her deeply and would do anything for her, but upon learning what happened to Gigi, he will seek revenge on Zilla.

Jimmy and Jey had just finished their match and were heading back to their locker room, chatting along the way. However, they were shocked to find the door to their locker room had been violently kicked in. Upon entering, they were met with a scene worse than they had imagined, with everything shattered and in disarray, leaving them bewildered about what had just occurred.

Only Jimmy's thoughts were consumed by Genesis. Where could she be? When Jey entered cautiously, he noticed torn pieces of clothing scattered on the floor. As he picked one up, he caught a whiff of Genesis's scent. His eyes widened in surprise.

Jey handed Jimmy the torn pieces of Genesis clothing, saying, "These are Gigi's Uce. Something occurred while we were away." His anxiety surged as he held the remnants of her clothes.

At that moment, they heard someone shouting, which drew their attention. They both dashed down the hallway to investigate and found Jade and Cody standing by the medical door.

Jimmy and Jey approached to find out what was happening and to locate Genesis. They noticed Cody's hands covered in blood while Jade anxiously paced nearby. At that moment, Jade locked eyes with Jimmy, her eyes filled with tears, and she rushed over to embrace him.

She cried into his chest while he held her tightly, reassuring her that everything would be alright, all the while pondering what had transpired.

“Jade, calm down. Where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“He got her Jimmy, H-he fucking got her. But Cody was able to save her just in time before he could do anything else to her…” Jade was crying uncontrollably while he gazed at her with a puzzled look.

“What the fuck you mean he got her? Where’s Genesis?” Jimmy was becoming increasingly frustrated as no one was responding to his question. “Y’all where the fuck is Gigi?”

The entire hallway fell silent as no one responded to him, which only fueled his anger. He was particularly frustrated when he realized he didn't know where Genesis was, and they were refusing to share any information.

“If someone don’t tell me what the fuck happened to Gigi imma lose my fucking mind.”

Cody starts to explain, "She's in the medical room, Uce. They're checking on her because she experienced an anxiety attack and fainted." "What do you mean she had an anxiety attack, Cody? What happened to Gigi?"

"Your cousin attempted to assault her, Jimmy. He tried to violate her, but I intervened just in time, and now his hands are stained with my blood." Hearing this, Jimmy was furious that his cousin had tried to harm Genesis. He started pacing, running his fingers through his hair, filled with the urge to hit something.

Jey attempted to soothe him, but he was completely justified in feeling upset and furious about wanting to confront Zilla for hurting the person he cares for and loves the most.

“Jimmy calm down twin.” Jey says.

“Nah! Fuck that! Where his ass at!? I told him I fucking told him to keep it pushing but he wanna do this shit!?” Jimmy shouted.

“We will get him twin, we will get em but you need to be worrying about Gigi making sure she’s good.” His twin brother was correct; Genesis had to be his top priority above all else. She was his foremost concern.

The doctor emerged as everyone rose, anxiously awaiting news about Genesis's condition. Meanwhile, Jimmy's thoughts were consumed with a desire to violently confront Zilla for what he had done to her, imagining the worst.

Jade walked up to the doctor with panic in her eyes, “how is she doing?” She asked.

“She’s doing well, she’s stable and she didn’t have any injuries or anything so she’s fine.” Doctor Hanes said as they all sighed in relief including Jimmy. 

"You should head in there first, Jimmy; she’s likely curious about your whereabouts right now." Jimmy agreed and stood up, entering the room ahead of the others. Once inside, he found her sitting on the exam table, her feet swinging as she absentmindedly picked at her skin.

Upon seeing him, it felt as though her entire being shattered. She quickly got to her feet and ran towards Jimmy, wrapping her arms around him tightly as tears streamed down her face. He lifted her by her thighs, embracing her in return and gently rubbing her back to soothe her.

Her cries echoed in his chest as she hiccuped with each breath, feeling his gentle kisses on her temple, cheek, and lips. He kept reassuring her with soft kisses, letting her know he was there and would never let her out of his sight again.

“I gotchu baby, I gotchu. I won’t ever leave your side again, not like this ever again.” Jimmy whispered softly.

“I-I fucking want him d-dead Jimmy….he tried to f-fucking r-rape…me…” Genesis sobbed into his chest.

He set her on her feet, gently holding her face in his large hands. As he took in the disarray of her makeup, hair, and clothes, anger surged within him, igniting a fierce frustration at the sight before him.

He softly kissed her lips several times, brushing away her tears with his hand as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“We will get him Gigi, I promise I’ll stomp his ass to the ground for doing this to you—I hate seeing you like this mama. I wish I was there to protect you from his ass.” Genesis shook her head, reminding him that he needed to attend his match before leaving.

“You are here now, That’s all that matters to me Jimmy. I wanna go back to the hotel please ion think I’ll make it for the rest of the day.” Jimmy nodded and removed his hoodie, draping it over her to shield her partially exposed body as he guided her out of the medical room.

After exiting the room, she noticed her best friend rushing towards her and enveloping her in a warm embrace. As she returned the hug, Jimmy expressed his gratitude to Cody for rescuing Genesis from Zilla, allowing Genesis to share a moment with Jade while he stood beside his twin brother.

“So what’s going to happen now?” Jey asked.

“Imma take her back to the hotel and make sure she is straight and then imma call you so we can find his ass because I’m not letting this shit go until he can’t breathe.” Jimmy confessed.

Jimmy loved Genesis deeply, going to great lengths to ensure her safety and happiness. he’ll do anything for her.

“A’ight then we’ll let me know so we can go ion need you going by yourself you feel me?” Jimmy kept his arms crossed and nodded as he looked down at Genesis, who was conversing with Jade and Cody.

Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville Papermill Drive - 9:30PM

Jimmy looked after Genesis for the night because she couldn't complete her work. He asked Jackie to finish it for her and promised to fill her in on the details later. As Genesis snuggled against his chest, enjoying his scent, Jimmy gently rubbed circles on her back to comfort her.

He could hear her soft snores as he observed her body rising and falling with each breath. He wished he could stay by her side, but he needed to take care of this—he wanted to release the anger that was building up inside him. It hurt him to see her in such a state, tears streaming down her face and her clothes torn; he couldn't stand it at all.

At that moment, he heard his phone beep and picked it up to find a message from his brother.

Twin⚡️: Yo you ready?

He glanced at Genesis, peacefully sleeping on his chest, before returning his attention to his phone to reply to Jey.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, I’ll be down in the lobby 

Twin⚡️: aight I’ll be waiting for you 

He gently shifted Genesis to the other side of the pillow, noticing how she had turned onto her stomach in her sleep. As he got up quietly to avoid waking her, he grabbed his phone and put on a hoodie.

He covered her with the blankets before stepping out the door. After leaving, he ensured he took the card key to prevent anyone from entering while he made his way to the elevators.

The elevator door slid open to reveal his twin brother waiting for him. As Jey glanced up, they exchanged smiles and greeted each other with a friendly dab.

“Is Gigi good twin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah she’s straight she is in our hotel room sleeping let’s go before she starts worrying about my whereabouts.” Jimmy mentioned while he and Jey headed to his rental car, and once inside, he drove them to Zilla's location.

Jimmy was not the kind of person to overlook situations like this. He felt compelled to act, not just for himself but also for Genesis. It pained him to see her cry over Zilla's actions, and witnessing her distress broke his heart, stirring a deep resolve within him.

They arrived at the spot where he was hiding, parking in front of the building and spotting him talking with his friends. Jimmy pulled out his weapon from inside his sweats, and Jey did the same. They both exited the car and walked toward the location.

Zilla noticed Jimmy and Jey approaching the porch and greeted them with a smile, acting as if nothing was wrong. However, Jimmy quickly observed the numerous purple and blue bruises on Zilla's face, indicating that Cody had really hurt him.

“Jey and Jimmy what’s cuz, didn’t expect yall to be here.” Zilla said.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts. Jimmy grabbed Zilla by the hem of his shirt, while Jey drew his Glock, aiming it at their friends. As Jimmy dealt with Zilla, he slammed him to the ground and landed a powerful right hook to his face.

“How could you do something like that to her!? Huh?! Stupid Bitch!” 

“I told you. You don’t deserve her!”

“And you think you do!?” 

Jimmy seized him, landing a punch to his face while Zilla attempted to fend him off. But Jimmy was not joking; he was completely serious. Zilla managed to gain the advantage and struck Jimmy in the mouth. As he held his face, Zilla saw blood on his fingers, realizing he had split Jimmy's bottom lip.

“Yo’ ass know you don’t deserve her you lucky Her best friend Cody came to save her if he didn’t I would’ve been fuck her.” Zilla taunted with a cocky tone.

Jimmy grinned and laughed as he nodded, then charged at Zilla, delivering a punch to his stomach and another to his face. He then lifted Zilla and slammed him onto the unforgiving concrete, the sound of the impact echoing for all to hear.

He was trying to protect himself, aware that he couldn't overpower Jimmy the way he could with others. After being kicked hard in the stomach, Jimmy got back up from the ground.

He attempted to rise and strike back, but as he did, Jimmy landed a surprise punch to his jaw, causing him to fall to the ground with blood streaming from his face.

He noticed his boys attempting to approach Zilla, but Jey had the Glock aimed at them, forcing them to stop as Jimmy gripped his hair.

“Don’t you ever and I mean ever! Come near her ass again! Or I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you family or not!” Jimmy shouted as he spit in Zilla’s face.

He released Zilla's hair, signaling Jey to approach the car. As Jey tucked his Glock back into his sweats, he walked toward his brother's vehicle, noticing Zilla lying on the ground, blood seeping from his lips.

Upon returning from Zilla's hideout, Jimmy arrived at the hotel room he shared with Genesis. Noticing the lights still on, he figured he must have forgotten to switch them off before he left.

He approached the door, used the card key to unlock it, and found Genesis sitting with her arms crossed.

She got to her feet and walked over to him, wearing his oversized shirt and cheeky underwear. As she approached, she playfully pushed him with her lips pouting.

“Where the fuck was you at Jimmy? Do you know how many times I was calling and texting you? What the hell happened to your face?” Genesis asked him a question, gently holding his chin as she examined his face and noticed his swollen lip.

“My fault baby, I didn’t want to wake you while I was out handling some stuff.” He remarked while Genesis noticed his battered knuckles, prompting her to let out a deep sigh. “What you do Jimmy?”

He let out a sigh and clarified the situation to her, detailing why he hadn't picked up her calls while she listened attentively.

She struck him on the head, causing him to wince in pain as he shot her a disapproving glance. "Damn, Gigi the fuck was that for baby?” Jimmy was rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak off like that without letting me know, Jimmy I was worried.." Genesis said as her lips formed into a pout.

Jimmy appreciated her mischievous attitude as he approached her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He let his hands glide down to cup her ass before leaning in to kiss her full lips.

“You were worried about me princess?” Genesis nodded her head.

Jimmy lifted her by her thighs and carried her to their bed, settling on the edge as Genesis straddled him, her arms encircling his neck for balance. "I was concerned something might have happened to you. You can't be doing that, Jimmy," she said, running her fingers through his curls while feeling his lips against her neck.

“I’ll let you know next time baby, I’m sorry.” 

Genesis yawned and nodded, rubbing her eyes as she settled comfortably on his lap, resting against his chest. Jimmy laid her down on the bed, then removed his hoodie, revealing his muscular physique and strong arms before joining her on the bed.

He drew her nearer to his chest, allowing her to hear his heartbeat. The blankets enveloped them as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, gently rubbing her back in circular motions to help her drift back to sleep after she had been awake waiting for him.

She nestled deeper into his chest, closing her eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep. As he watched her, a chuckle escaped him at the sight of her chest rising and falling. He gently moved her hair aside to take in her beauty even more.

He softly whispered something for her to hear as she slept. “I love you Gigi, I’ll protect you until the day I die—I’ll put a bullet in someone’s head for you because that’s how much I love you.”

He kissed her temple gently, settled into the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED

a/n: Cody and Jimmy whooped Zilla’s ass gooood bc wtf was is issue doing that to Gigi? So disgusting. I told yall—yall was finna hate me just a tabbb bit 🤏🏽🧍🏽‍♀️

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

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the wicked get no rest | max borman x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you thought the rest of your life would be spent in loveland prison, and you can't decide if it's relief or a death sentence when the cruel warden takes a liking to you and whisks you away to be his unwilling wife. wc: 15k (i'm so sorry lol) title stolen from trouble by cage the elephant. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: max borman (syfy's van helsing, 2019) x fem!reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, general max behavior, varied mentions of prostitution throughout, forced marriage, age gap (barely mentioned but is present), violence & cruelty, drinking/smoking/drug use, mentions of death/being turned into a vampire, names used for reader: woman, bitch, slut, whore, honey, cher (for those who don’t know, cher is a cajun word meaning “darling/sweetie/etc”, pronounced like “sheh”), playing fast and loose with rules of canon that aren’t exactly spelled out clearly so im taking advantage of that, possessive!max, SMUT (MINORS DNI): loss of virginity, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, mentions of masturbation, enthusiastic consent!!!, fingering, finger sucking, spitting, lil hint of pain kink, pussy slapping, slight overstimulation, praise kink, sweet sweet sweet aftercare as always if i missed a tag pls let me know so i can add it!! 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ahem apologies for. this. i had An Idea and suddenly i had 15,000 words of that idea. i need to learn brevity, i fear. this got away from me. hope yall don't mind lol <3 hope you enjoy, follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post a new fic!!

Your husband was one hell of a man. When you first met him, you knew he was crazier than a bag of cats— watching a man laugh with glee as he blew the head off a vampire and got doused in its blood wasn’t exactly the mark of a man who was all fine upstairs. But he saved your life with that act, and you felt indebted to him, so when you noticed the gash on his arm, courtesy of that vamp, you insisted he let you clean him up. He obliged, and you patched him up, then sent him on his way with a sincere thank-you, never even catching his name. 

You didn’t really anticipate ever seeing the laughing vampire killer again, but the universe seems to work in a funny way. Months after your encounter with him, just as he was fading from your memory, you were caught stealing. It wasn’t a lot, only food and some survival supplies, and you probably would have been able to sweet-talk your way out of it, but among the things you were thieving happened to be a pistol, the ID number sawed off the barrel. You were locked up for that, and sent to Loveland to work out your crime and debt. 

You were only truly at Loveland (or Love Less, as some people, including you, took to calling it) for a few weeks. It was a brutal few weeks, harsh; they knew you weren’t suited for mining, instead giving you the tedious job of sorting the solicite out by grade and size. Your hands ached, the jagged edges of the mineral sliced up your fingertips, your back hurt from standing all day. Your only respite was during the night, where you laid on a thin mattress and counted to sixty, over and over and over, trying to find sleep but never having it achieved. At least you weren’t standing, though. 

After countless days of this, just about the time when you were starting to come to terms that this was the rest of your life, lights flashed on during the night. You heard groans up and down the halls from all the other cells, the sudden light waking up everyone who wasn’t still awake, and a guard’s gruff voice rattled through the loudspeakers: “Inspection from the Warden. Everyone up, against the back wall.” 

You had never met the warden of Loveless, but you heard stories about him. Max Borman, young for his position, but psychotic, doling out punishments and verbal abuse as quickly as he could think it up. You knew that he skimmed off the top at Love Less, everyone knew it, using the solicite that was mined as a drug, using the money brought in for booze and other bullshit. Corrupt and abusive; how else should the warden be? You leaned against the back wall of your cell, yawning and letting your head hang with exhaustion, and you jumped in fright as someone rattled the bars of your cell. Your eyes shot up and locked on big blue ones, the same ones that had saved you from the vampire months ago. “Rise and shine, cher,” he chuckled, withdrawing his gun from the bars of your cell and re-holstering it at his shoulder. He almost had an accent, if you pricked your ears closely, but not enough of one to definitively stake his hometown claim. “Gettin’ enough sleep?” 

Then, he tilted his head, studying your face. You had recognized him in an instant, the laughing vampire killer, and your heart jammed in your throat at the idea that he might have recognized you. And surely your anxiety was founded, because he said, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” 

You nodded carefully, jumping again when the guard behind the vampire killer slammed his baton against the bars. “Answer the warden when he speaks to you,” the guard told you gruffly. You felt like you wanted to vomit. 

“Yes sir,” you said softly. 

The warden, Max Borman (you finally had a proper name for your savior) narrowed his eyes as he smiled. “Don’t tell me,” he grinned, leaning forward. He slung his arms through the bars of your cell, settling his forearms on the small platform that was used to shove you your meals at night— he wore bracelets around his wrists, big rings on his fingers and thumbs, and he wagged his pointer at you as he tried to jog his memory. “Were you that girl from that little whorehouse out near Houston? Turn around, lemme see the back of your head, maybe that’ll help me.” 

“No,” you spat at him, and Max’s eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“‘No’,” he mocked in your short cadence. “Little rude there, cher, tighten up.” He considered it for a moment more, sucking at the back of his teeth, and he finally said, “Alright, gimme a hint: have I ever fucked you?” 

“No,” you told him, trying to control the crawling of your skin. “Six months ago, driving outside of Denver, you saw a girl on the side of the road, being attacked by a vampire.”

Max’s face lit up. “Aw, shit,” he laughed. “I remember now. Yeah… Yeah, you cleaned up my arm after that sum’bitch swiped me. Well, you’ll be happy to know it ain’t nothing but a scar now.” To prove it to you, Max pulled up the sleeve of his buttoned shirt, showing you his freckled forearm. Even from your distance, you could see the scar, a shade lighter than the rest of his skin, sideways from his elbow and winding to his wrist. “What did you do to get put here?” 

“Stole,” you said simply. 

Max sighed, rotating his wrist and beckoning the rest of the story. “Just stealing doesn’t get you here, cher,” he told you. “Whatcha steal?” 

“A gun,” you said. “Apparently, it was sawed-off. I had no idea.” 

Max nodded. “Sure you did,” he agreed with a charming smile. He obviously thought you were using a cover story, the one you probably peddled to the cops that caught you. You weren’t, though; you didn’t even know what a sawed-off gun was until they were telling you that you stole one of them. 

The longer you looked at Max, the more you had to admit that he was handsome. Bright blue eyes, pink lips, freckles dusting his nose and forehead, dark and messy locks, scruffy hair on his cheeks, lip, and chin— this was the face of a sadist? He could have been a movie star with a smile like that, all leading-man crooked, perfectly devilish. “How long have we got you here for?” He asked, and, before you could start to answer, he began to laugh. “Nah, just kidding, you’re here for life, that’s how Loveland works. Unless we transfer you somewhere, which… Not impossible.” 

“Sure would like to test that,” you told him, and his smile grew. 

“Quick with it,” Max said, drumming his hands on the platform of your cell door. “I like that in my women. Jer-Bear, show her to my office, please, I’d like to have another little chat with her alone.” 

The guard, a big muscled man that you learned was named Jeremy, did as the warden told him, cuffing your wrists a little too tightly and leading you through the facility as Max finished his inspections (you noticed that he never actually inspected your cell). The office he led you to was less of a proper office and more of a cave fashioned into an office with amenities, a hulking glass desk and plush leather couch and various tables of bullshit scattered around. Jeremy undid your cuffs and sat you in an uncomfortable rolling chair, then captured your wrists back against the arms of the chair. You hissed at your bruised flesh being manhandled, and you felt anxiety bubble in your stomach. “What does he want with me?” you asked quickly, and Jeremy shook his head. 

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” Jeremy replied. “But… You never know with the warden. He’s unpredictable.”

“Fuck!” you whimpered, your breath coming shakily. “I-I haven’t done anything wrong, he can’t kill me—”

“He can, and he will,” Jeremy said. “If that’s why he called you here, that is.” 

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your hands starting to shake. Is this how you died? Terrified, shaking, restrained, at the mercy of a sadistic prison warden? “I’m scared.” 

Jeremy’s gaze softened at you. “Don’t be,” he sighed. “You don’t know for certain if that’s what the warden wants with you.” 

“What else could he want?” you asked, your eyes brimming with tears, and the sound of a heavy door squeaking open behind you made you squeeze your eyes shut and try to get rid of your tears. If Max intended to kill you, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your terror. 

“Honey, I’m home!” a familiar voice called, and the click of wooden-soled boots sounded as Max entered the room. The shoesteps came closer to you, and you steeled yourself for whatever came next, just in time for Max to slap his hands down onto your shoulders. “Whatcha drinking, cher?” He asked, and you kept your gaze steady, straight ahead. 

“I don’t drink,” you told him and, out of your peripheral vision, you watched Max turn his head in confusion. 

“Don’t drink?” he repeated. “What, d’ya just… Don’t drink ever, or don’t wanna drink right now?” 

Your silence was answer enough for Max, because he patted your shoulders and stood up to his full height. “That’s probably good,” he said. With that, he mosied over to his desk, a tray with rocks glasses and a decanter of amber bourbon, and he poured himself a glass as he muttered, hardly loud enough for you to hear. “Don’t need your head getting all clouded n’shit. Leave that to me.” 

“Leave what?” you asked. You wanted to act strong for your potential murderer. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that you were scared of him. “Getting clouded, or being the one to cloud me?” 

“My God, you’re quick!” Max exclaimed. He slammed down the glass he was holding, rattling the entire tray, and he whipped around to look at you, a coy smile on his lips. “You might be able to keep up with me. That’ll be good.” 

“Good for what?” you asked. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and you dug your nails into the upholstered chair arms to try to control your shaking. 

“Jesus, you ask a lot of questions,” Max mumbled. He finished pouring his drink, and he fell down onto the couch, leaned up against the arm and slinging his legs over the other side. His finger tapped against the rim of his glass as he studied you, his eyes raking over your form, handcuffed to that chair. You didn’t know how to respond, whether you should be offended at what was obviously a salacious gaze, or not. Technically, he wasn’t doing anything, just looking, but you hated it. “Alright, cher, look here. I’m not gonna lie to you— you’re a goddamn beaut. And you’ve got a good, quick wit, I like that. Turns me on, y’know?” He took a sip of his drink and swished it in his mouth for a moment, then swallowed it down thickly. “And I’m gettin’ tired of the whole ‘dating’ thing, it’s just dehumanizing to try to sell the idea of you to others in hope they want you and love you or whatever the fuck. Pathetic. I’m about ready to settle down. I mean, I’ve got it all, right? Good job, nice house. Now I just need someone to share it with. I tried to shut all that shit out, but you can only be cold and lonely at night for so long, right?” 

Your mouth dried up. Oh God. That’s what you were there for. Max had picked you out of a lineup to be his wife. Were the inspections even that, or just him getting his pick of the litter? You tried to control your uneven breathing, but Max clocked you in an instant, your chest heaving. “Are you…” he started, his eyes narrowing, sitting up. “Are you scared of me?” 

“When a man’s telling you he’s gonna kidnap you to be his wife, that tends to cause anxiety,” you told him, and he chuckled lowly, taking another sip of his drink.”What do I get out of this?” 

“Hmm,” Max started. “What do you get? Well, for one, you get to live like a real, actual human being. A big house, a soft bed, warm food— none of the shit the people here have to deal with. Only the best for Mrs. Borman.” He flashed you a smile, and he added, “Oh, and you’ll get your record expunged too. You’ll be a free woman. Well. Not free-free, but… You won’t be some dirty criminal anymore; not that I mind that too much. But you’re a good girl, I can tell that’s the sorta thing you care about.”

“And you…” you started. “Get to have a wife.” 

“Oh, good, you’re getting it,” Max grinned. “But there’s, ah, one stipulation to all this.” He finished off his glass of bourbon, and he set the glass back on his desk as he got up and came towards you. Instinctually, you pulled away from him, your toes pushing against the floor to roll the chair away, but he was quick and strong, grabbing the arm of the chair and dragging you back to him. “Ya know something, cher? You’ve been trying to act so calm this entire time. And I think you’d probably get away with that, if it weren’t for two things.” 

Max pressed his face close to yours, close enough to let you smell the alcohol on his breath, and his hand came up to your cheek, wiping something off of it. A tear. He had known you were bluffing the second he walked in the room. You could have cursed yourself. “Why were you crying, honey? Scared the Big Bad Wolf was gonna getcha?” 

“What’s the second thing?” you asked shakily. “A-And the stipulation?” 

“Ah,” Max whispered. “Those two things are actually related.” The hand that wiped up your tear floated ever so slightly downwards, to your neck, and your heart slammed against your ribs with every beat. You worried where his hand was headed to, and you couldn’t help the morbid relief that flooded you as he cupped the side of your neck. 

Max’s face twitched. “You thought I was gonna hurt ya?” he whispered. He almost seemed legitimately offended. “Honey. I won’t do anything to you unless you ask for it. I’m a mean son of a bitch, but I ain’t mean like that.” 

“H-How did you know…?”

“I could hear your pulse from across the fucking room,” Max told you. “I could almost feel it, like it was my own goddamn heartbeat. You’re the most shitscared person I’ve ever had in that chair, and I’ve killed motherfuckers in that chair.”

“How could you hear—” you started, and clammed up. Your mind was running a mile a minute, and Max gave you an amused smile as he watched you figure it out. There was only one reason he would be able to hear your blood pumping in your veins, but it was impossible. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t a vampire. He had life in his eyes, his hand was warm against your neck, his skin flushed. “How?”

Max knew what you were asking: how was he a vampire, and yet also not? “If you get bit by something called a daywalker,” he started. “Turns ya back. Not back properly; I don’t think I’ll ever die, and there’s some other lingering effects… You’ll learn ‘em soon enough… But if I can’t die, I’m not gonna risk losing the love of my life to old age.” 

“That’s your stipulation,” you breathed. “You’re gonna turn me into whatever you are. You’ll curse someone else with immortality, just to please yourself. I won’t do it.” 

“That’s the thing, though, isn’t it?” Max asked, wrinkling his nose. “You don’t get much of a choice. I was just bein’ nice when I made it sound like an offer. Nah…” He shook his head, and his eyes went down your form again, that same gaze from before. “Nah, you’re mine now, cher. For better or worse, sickness or health… ‘Til death— or something— do us part.” 

You sighed, letting your tears snake down your cheeks. You had no choice. You were the warden’s wife, and you might have been that ever since that day outside Denver when you first met him. Max watched you like the cat that ate the canary, giving you the fakest pitiful pout you had ever seen, and a smile grew across his face as you sniffled and nodded ever so slightly. “Good girl,” he chuckled. He clapped his palm against your cheek a few times, satisfied with your compliance. “Jer! Gimme those keys so I can unlock her; we got a wedding to celebrate!”

Max drove you out of Love Less in an old car, vintage, shiny black, plush leather seats— you felt completely out of place with your khaki prisoner’s garb, stained blue from the solicite, the same blue as Max’s eyes. He was incredibly cordial to you, opening your car door for you and shutting it, skipping gleefully as he wound around to the driver’s side. Your hands were still bound together, and you held them in your lap, picking at a loose thread on your clothes. 

You couldn’t help but admit that there was something nice about being on the open road again, even if you were being driven to your death and resurrection. The night air was warm as he drove, whipping your hair around your face, and you kept your gaze lowered to your hands. You felt sick to your stomach at the notion of what came next, but the fresh air soothed you, at least a little. For a moment, it fooled you into thinking you were free. Free from Love Less, anyhow; you were just trading one prison for another. 

Max tossed something your way as he drove, and it landed dully in your lap, almost in your hands. A lighter, gleaming silver, initials etched into the bottom— not M.B., but something else. This wasn’t his. You weren’t surprised. He probably stole it off of whatever poor bastard he killed most recently. “Do me a kindness,” Max told you over the roar of the engine. “Hold onta’ this for me.” 

“What is it?” you asked, taking it into your palm. 

“Part of your responsibilities,” Max started. “You gotta be ready to light my cigar whenever I ask you to.”

You scoffed out a laugh. Responsibilities. Bold of you to assume that the man who mistook you for a prostitute and kidnapped you to marry you would treat you like a decent human. You wouldn’t be surprised if he walked back every promise he made you, revealing they were just lies to get you to agree to him. Although, it was like he said— you never had a choice. What use was lying about the benefits if they weren’t deciding factors anyway?

Max noticed your incredulity. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “What, you think I’m joking?” 

“Next, you’ll be telling me I have to have dinner ready when you get home from work,” you said. “Greet you with a kiss and your bourbon, have my makeup done, pretty little ribbon in my hair, all that shit. Is that what you want?” 

“I certainly wouldn’t say no to all that,” Max said, rubbing his jaw as he thought. “But we can take baby steps to get there… Baby… By the way, no kids— I’m not into that shit.” 

“Oh, goody,” you mumbled, turning the lighter over in your palm. “At least that’s off my plate.” 

“Gonna need you to fix that attitude, cher,” Max said. “I already warned you once tonight.” 

“And what’re you gonna do if I don’t?” you asked daringly. “Gonna fix it for me?” 

“If I need to,” Max warned you with narrow eyes, casting a glance at you for just a moment. 

“And how will you do that?” you asked, turning your body to face him. It was dark, the only brightness coming from the yellow-y headlights from the car in front of you and the moon above, and Max’s features twinkled in the moonlight. It caught his eyelashes and the hairs of his mustache, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his mouth quirked up in frustration. Something about getting on his nerves made your whole body go warm, and you shocked yourself at the realization. You were turned on by this, verbally sparring with your ‘husband’. If he could hear your pulse back in his office, you bet he probably could hear it now too, and you hoped that that didn’t give away your position. “Gonna put me over your knee, spank me like a child? Will that make you feel like a real man?” 

“Getting awful bold there,” Max said with an irritated laugh. “I think you’re forgetting, honey: I haven’t turned you yet. You could still die, just like any normal person. And if you get too mouthy with me in a way I don’t like… Well, my gun hasn’t seen some action in a while. She’s practically begging for me to take her out dancing.” 

“You wouldn’t kill me,” you told him, shaking your head with a laugh. 

“Oh, you sure?” 

“Certain of it,” you replied, your eyes skating down his frame. The moonlight hit just right in his lap, exactly where you hoped it would, and you exhaled heavy through your nose as you saw it: a bulge in his pants, heavy and thick. He was hard, arguing with you— he had told you that a quick wit turned him on, and that seemed to hold true. You both getting aroused at the same thing; maybe there was hope for you yet. “You’re enjoying this too much, you wouldn’t get rid of me.” 

“I can fuck my fist just as easy as I could fuck your pussy,” Max spat. He was getting angry, and your chest warmed with glee. 

“Yeah, but it’s not the fucking you like, is it?” you told him. “It’s the arguing. And, I hate to tell you this, Mister Borman, but I think you’d be hard-pressed to find another girl who argues like me. If you kill me, you lose all this, and you wouldn’t wanna do that.” 

Max slammed on the brake, and the car squealed to a stop along the empty stretch of road. You could see, just off in the distance, over the hills, a warm golden glow, and you figured that was likely your destination, maybe half an hour more of driving, but your heart fell into your stomach as he wrenched the car into park. “Get up,” he growled at you, throwing open his car door. “Up!” 

“Is this it?” you shouted into the desert night, watching as Max walked around the back of the car towards you. “You gonna kill me, Max? It sure would be a fuckin’ favor!”

You didn’t expect him to go under his long navy coat and draw his gun from the snakeskin holster around his shoulders. “Get the fuck up,” he repeated through gritted teeth. “Or do I need’ta make you do that?” 

You rolled your eyes. “And how would you make me—”

Before you could even finish your snarky retort, Max was grabbing a handful of your hair and wrenching you up and over the car door. You shouted in pain, rocketing white-head down your head, and you could barely land your feet on the road before Max was shoving you towards the back of the car. You stumbled with the force, your handcuffs rattling together, and you fell to your knees on the cracked asphalt, wincing at the rocks being embedded into your skin through your jumpsuit. You couldn’t even manage to sit up straight before you felt a firm, tight grip on the back of your neck, Max’s fingers digging into the hair on the nape of your neck to wrench your head backwards. 

“If you fuckin’ run, I’m shooting you,” Max told you, emphasizing his point by pressing the muzzle of his gun against your cheek. “You fuckin’ scream, I’m shooting you. You do anything to try to stop me, I’m shooting you. You do anything period, I’m shooting you. You hear me loud and clear?” You nodded quickly, sniffling your fear up, and you heard Max laugh from behind you. “Oh, you’re scared now? You weren’t scared 30 seconds ago when you were making my cock hard, were you? Only now that you think I’m gonna hurt you, those little bitch tears are falling, huh?” You tried to swallow your tears, but you whimpered as Max pressed the gun harder to your face. “Answer me when I fucking speak to you, woman!” 

“No!” you sputtered out pathetically, spraying spit over your chin and bottom lip. “P-Please, I-I promise I’ll be good, just don’t—”

“Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up!” Max raged, his grip in your hair so hard, you felt like he might scalp you. “You already told me exactly why the fuck I ain’t killing your ass right now, even though I really, really want to. I ain’t about to get rid of you, not right now. Nah, I’m doing the opposite, in fact. Keeping you.”

The hand in your hair wrenched your head to the side, exposing the smooth column of your neck, and you wised up immediately. He was turning you, right here and now. “Wait!” you cried, jerking your hands upward to grasp at his hand on your head, your fingernails scratching at his skin. “Wait-wait-wait, please, I—” 

“Wait for what?” Max asked. “Sooner we do this, the sooner it ends for you, and the sooner we can get the fuck home.” 

You sniffled, your breathing shuddering through your chest. “S’it gonna hurt?” you asked weakly. 

“Oh, now, cher,” Max purred at you. “You know it’s gonna hurt. What typa silly question is that?”

It all happened in an instant. He pulled your head further, so far that your muscles stung, and he sank his teeth into you. You could hardly choke out a cry, of shock and pain and anger and fear and resentment, before the sensation overtook you and blinded you with white-hot agony. Your body shook against your control as Max’s venom coursed through your veins, your muscles constricting. You were hardly conscious almost instantly, drifting in and out of a white void as you felt things no person should ever have to, a fluid blood gushing from your neck, your brain caving in on itself and reverting to your most base instincts— not that you could have acted on them. You were dying.

The next thing you were definitely and surely aware of was warmth. Your eyes fluttered open, your lids feeling like they were made of stone. It took all the effort in the world to even focus your eyes in front of you, and even then, it took you longer to understand what you were seeing. You saw a large wall, industrial grey cement, with a heavy, hulking chest of drawers across from the bed you found yourself in, a large mirror situated on top of it. The top of the dresser was littered with knick-knacks, various bits of jewelry or contents evicted from coat pockets at the end of days, including that silver lighter— but that was the only proof that you weren’t waking up in the bed of some furniture store showroom. 

The bed. You reached your arms out to either side, expecting to find the edges of the mattress, but, as far as your weak and shaky arms could manage, you just felt plush mattress. Grey bedsheets, softer than anything you had ever felt, a smooth blanket spread over your naked body to keep you warm. You dug your fingers into the mattress, taking a long moment to appreciate the opulence you found yourself in, and it was only as you started to sit up that pain rocketed through every cell of your body. A moan of pain fell from your mouth against your will, and you collapsed back down, feeling the world swim around you and pop color at the edges of your vision. 

You sensed his presence before you reopened your eyes. You weren’t sure how you could feel him, but you did, his energy seeming to bend the air around you. “Max,” you mumbled out, and you felt the edge of the bed dip as he sat down. You could smell him from there, as intensely as if you were pressing your nose directly under his chin, and you whimpered as a warm hand gently cupped the back of your neck and lifted your head just enough to press a cool glass to your lips. Your body worked on instinct, taking a sip of the water he offered you, and you breathed heavily as you swallowed. You might as well have been swallowing jagged bits of solicite, for as much effort as it took. “Where’m I?” you slurred, and your eyes opened again to see him there next to you. 

He looked normal, as if nothing had happened to him or you. He was dressed more laid-back than when you first saw him, a silk robe with a well-worn, stretched-collar tank top and swishy pajama pants, his wrists and fingers still decked out with jewelry. How could he look so collected and you felt like this? You hated to think what you looked like, surely opposite from him. “You’re at home, cher,” Max told you. “Does it hurt very bad?”

You tried to nod, but your neck protested the movement, earning Max a grunt of sudden pain. “Feel like I got hit by that Pontiac you drive,” you mumbled, and Max huffed out a chuckle. “What happened to me?” 

“If it makes you feel any better, it was like this for me too,” Max told you, leaning forward and setting the glass of water on the bedside table. “Just, pain. Felt it all the way from my toenails to the ends of my hair. I was in a state for a little while. Think it fried my nerves, my back still gets fucked up from time to time.” 

He was talking too fast, saying too much. You were hardly absorbing any of it, and you winced. “Huh?” 

Max sighed. “Right, right,” he mumbled. “You’ve pretty much got goo for brains right now… You’re like me now. And it hurts, and it sucks, and I really am sorry for doing that to you. But you get why I had to.” 

Like me. Like Max. How were you like Max? What did he mean? You tried sight for a third time, and pitched to the side as your vision swam once more and nausea overtook your body. The sudden movement made your body scream with the hot pain that stabbed at you like daggers, and you gasped out a pathetic little sob. “Like you?” was all you could manage to spit out, and a warm pressure played at your hip. It felt like a drug, relief spreading through your skin, and you felt his fingers pressing into your hip bone. You knew he was only touching you to make sure you were okay, but the contact healed like nothing you could have imagined. 

“Like me,” Max repeated. “Enhanced. A daywalker.” 

Your breaths slowed down, settling into ease, and your hand drifted downwards to grasp at his wrist. You didn’t feel like you were piloting your own body as you pulled his hand upwards, and you flattened his palm against your neck, where the bulk of the pain seemed to radiate from, where he had bitten you to turn you into a feeder, then presumably bitten you again to turn you into one of them. You moaned at the warm succor that instantly permeated your body, and your eyes opened easier this time, the nausea at bay. “Fuck,” you whispered, and Max lightly rubbed his fingertips against the back of your neck. Your body knew what it needed to heal, and he either already knew that or figured it out quickly.

“That feel better?” he asked, and you were able to manage a slow nod. “Glad to hear that, cher. I got you your water right next’a ya, are you hungry?” 

“No,” you told him, which was true. The gnawing in your stomach that you had gotten used to during the apocalypse was nonexistent, as if you had always managed to be well-fed. It was an odd sensation, not being hungry, and it slightly unnerved you. Already, though, you were starting to feel better in your skin, more tolerant of movement than before, and you kept Max’s hand firmly on your neck as you rose up onto your elbows, making sure to keep the bedsheets over your chest. Max’s grip almost felt tender and caring, a man holding his sick wife, and you supposed that it was, but you certainly knew that caring was the last thing on Max’s mind. 

“That’s good,” Max said softly. His fingers continued their gentle passing, right where your skull met your spine, and he wet his bottom lip with his tongue before he pulled it between his teeth. “I gotta go into work today. You gonna be alright here by yourself?” 

You scoffed. “Your wife wakes up after dying and you instantly trot yourself back to work?” you chuckled weakly. “What kinda husband are you?” 

You were glad that Max picked up on your sarcasm, and he smiled at you. Not his Cat-Ate-The-Canary smile, not smarmy or sarcastic or fear-inducing. Just a real, regular, genuine smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle up. It looked good on him. “Well, a shit one, I guess,” Max told you. “But you’ve been out for a week, and I stayed here the entire time, just waiting on you to come back to the land of the living. I was thinking just a few minutes ago, if you weren’t up and about by tonight, I might have to bury you in the backyard and hope nobody ever asked after you. And, apparently, you miss a week at Loveland, and all hell breaks loose. I gotta go back, at least for today.” 

“You…” you began softly. Your heart warmed, and you reached up, carefully cupping his hand with yours. You almost couldn’t believe what you heard, a notion so gentle that it seemed out of character for him. He… Cared? “You stayed with me?”

“F’course I did,” Max shrugged. “I was raised right; you gotta cherish your wife, what’s the point of having her if you don’t give a fuck about her?” 

You sighed. “Our conversation in the car…” you mumbled out. 

“What?” Max asked. “The one we were having before you pissed me off and made me turn you in the middle of the highway?” 

“You said I have responsibilities,” you continued, paying no mind to his words or what he meant by them, like the whole thing was sorta your fault. “That certainly doesn’t feel like ‘cherishing’.” 

“Well,” Max started. “I am ultimately doing you a favor here. I could’ve left your pretty ass in that cell to rot, but I figured you’d fare better here with me. You gotta do some things for me to prove that I didn’t make a mistake.” 

You closed your eyes, feeling the full weight of your situation hit you. You wanted to cry. If you were alone, you would have. His comforting hand on your neck didn’t help with that hot prick of tears in your nose, and you tried to sniffle it away. You had traded one prison for another, just as you thought. “Like what?” you asked softly. “What do I have to do?” 

“Just show me you appreciate what I did for you,” Max said. “Even if you’re lying and doing it with your teeth clenched. Can you do that?” 

You sighed. “I’ll try,” you told him. “I’m not promising you anything, Mister Borman, only that I’ll try.”

“Damn,” Max whispered, but that genuine, sweet smile of his had returned. “I could get used to hearing you call me that. Are you gonna be okay if I let go of you now?” 

You nodded. Even if the pain returned, you knew that relief was only one touch away. With that, Max pulled his hand off your neck, and he added, “I’ll be home ‘round six. Think you can make yourself comfortable?”

“I’m sure I can manage,” you replied, feeling the hot twinge of pain start to needle at your skin again, much less intense than before but still uncomfortable. 

You saw it in his eyes before he moved. Bright blue did little to hide his thoughts, and you leaned backwards at the same moment he leaned forward, and he gave you a soft, breathy laugh. “Now, c’mon, cher,” he whispered gently. “You ain’t gonna make me play cat and mouse, are you?”

“Earn it,” you told him, your eyes falling to his mouth. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he was a man of his word; he wouldn’t do anything to you unless you ask for it. He would kidnap you from his prison and murder you and turn you into a monster and turn you back, he would uproot your life and stick you in a series of prisons, he would tear your hair and threaten you with his pistol, but he was better than all of that. At least the man had some standards, and you could use that against him. If he was going to make you play nice, you were going to make him do the same. 

“I’m sorry?” Max asked. 

“If you want to kiss me,” you started softly. “And do more to me… You have to earn it.” 

Max laughed, rubbing his jaw with his palm. “Aw, hell, you’re trouble,” he said with a fond smile. “I should’ve known it the moment I saw your pretty face back in Denver, you’re a goddamn troublemaker.” 

“Of course I am,” you insisted. “Look who I’m married to. I’d be ridiculous not to be.” 

As the days passed, Max started to prove himself to you. He was a good husband, or as good as his nature would allow him to be— it seems the game of intimidation was over now, no more making you respect him required, and he was gentle with you, and that started immediately. When he returned home from the prison that very first night, you were out of bed, though moving slowly, and Max had wrapped you up in a soft hug, settling his hand on your neck once more to send warm relief through your body. You had hummed softly into his chest and alerted him that dinner was warming on the stove, and he had smiled into your hair. “Shit,” he whispered. “What a thing to come home to.” 

He did things for you too, gave you the reciprocity that you wished for. In the absence of physical affection (you had yet to grant him any privileges), most of his displays of affection were relegated to the things he got for you, new clothes, nice jewelry, pretty makeup, but the things that meant the most to you weren’t flashy in the slightest. One night, just shy of a month into your arrangement, you had remarked how there wasn’t much to do at the house when Max wasn’t there and how you missed being able to read actual books, and the next day, Max returned home with a plastic milk-crate full of all different types of books, thick or short, leather-bound or paperback— “Shit that’s on people when they get brought to Loveland, we confiscate it,” Max explained as your eyes bugged out of your head, shuffling through the crate in awe. “Usually the books or papers or whatever, we burn them to keep the power on, but this month’s, we hadn’t gotten rid of them yet. Anything in there worth your time, you’re free to it.” You had thrown your arms around Max’s neck and squeezed him, thanking him a million times, and he gave you his genuine smile again. After that, at the end of every month, Max brought home the books for you. You kept every single one. 

You figured out, despite Max’s outward opulence, the silk robes and scarves and expensive booze, he was a simple man. He was pretty easy to please, and it didn’t take a lot to get him smiling— a warm dinner on cold days, a cool drink on the hot ones, a wrinkled nose from over the top of your book, nudging your foot against his in bed. You knew that, more than anything else, Max was a deeply hurt man who just wanted to be loved, but, despite your curiosity, you never once pried. Every so often, he’d make reference to his past life, a little “God rest her soul” when he mentioned his mother, or a quiet “My sister used to like this book”, but never full details. He would tell you when he was ready. 

It took a little while to finally crack through that tough exterior, but eventually, two months gone, over expensive wine and smoky cigars and blue solocite one night as the sun set, Max had told you everything about him. “I was a poor kid,” he told you. “Grew up with nothing. I was the oldest of five— my youngest sibling, she was about fifteen years younger than me. Our dad was absent as hell, fucking off about the time I came around and only coming back ‘round every few years to burden my mom with another baby, just to fuck off once more until he decided he wanted to get his dick wet again. That bastard left us in the lurch too many times, I can’t even count up how often we got our water turned off, our heating, whatever. I mean, I was working since I could walk, and my poor mother, she did all she could, but it wasn’t enough.

“And I was angry. I think anyone would be, but I was just… Mad. I couldn’t even stomach the thought of my father without putting my fist through the wall. What sorta man would just abandon his woman and his five children? A fuckin’ drunk deadbeat, that’s who.” Max puffed on his cigar as he talked, a sorta train-of-thought recounting of his life story that made tears well in your eyes with every new detail. “I wasn’t shocked when I heard he got killed. I must’ve been about… Oh, sixteen or so. I was just surprised it didn't happen sooner. Or that I wasn’t the one who did it. God, I’d thought about it. Y’know, boys my age, they’d fall asleep, fantasizing about fucking some pretty girl on the TV, but I remember, I’d fall asleep dreaming of being the one who killed my father. Seeing the fear in his eyes, hoping he realized in his last moments what a devil he’d been, having him die with the realization that he caused it…” 

At that, you shifted closer to him, resting your hand on his leg. Max’s breathing came all shuddery as he tried to tamp down the emotions he recounted. “You don’t have to—” you started, and Max’s leg began to bounce as he shook his head. 

“Yes, I do,” he whispered. “At least for myself. But, um… Right ‘bout the time I turned twenty, that’s when… The vampires came. My family didn’t even last through the first day… New Orleans was fuckin’ crawling with those assholes; the moment it started, everyone in Orleans parish was screwed. I still remember— I don’t think I can forget it, honestly, s’long as I walk this earth— Ma got bit, right on her neck. I was pretty good with a pistol by then, and I shot the fucker who got her, and she grabbed at me and got blood all over my chest, she made me promise to protect the little ones, and I told her I would, and she told me to make sure she wasn’t the one who killed them and asked me to get rid of her once she turned.” 

The balcony was deadly quiet as you waited for Max to continue, and he finally whispered, “I think that’s why I use that blue shit so much. Can’t sleep if I’m high, and that’s good, ‘cause, when I sleep, I just see my mother. The thing I shot wasn’t her, my mama was already dead by the time I pulled that trigger, but it was her face, and… And I failed her. I told her I’d protect the rest of ‘em and I couldn’t. After that day, I was the last surviving Borman on earth. I didn’t know what else to do, where to go, nothing, so I just… Went. Wherever the wind took me, I guess. I think I was searching for my death, which just kept never coming. Eventually, after a few years of this, I met Dmitri. He was an elder, he’d been a vamp since before the apocalypse, and he said he ‘sensed’ something about me, something ‘greater’. I still have no idea what he meant, but he was the one who bit me.”

Max’s hand rose from its limp place on the chair armrest to touch at his neck, the exact same place where he had bitten you, where his mother had been bitten. “I figure I was like that, a vamp, for a little longer than five years, but it all felt like it happened in an instant, like I had blinked with Dmitri’s fangs in my neck and suddenly I was waking up in the middle of some forest clearing. But, ‘cause word got around to the powerful, important people that I was one of Dmitri’s kin… Well, shit started happening for me. One of those ‘it’s all who you know’ type things, apparently. Started at Loveland, was moved on up ‘til I got where I am now, and I thought havin’ everything would fix me. But it hasn’t. I thought… Thought satisfaction would fix a life of disappointment and hurt, but so far, I’ve yet to be proven right about that.” 

Your tears spilled from your lashes, and you carefully pushed Max’s arms to the side to expose his body to you. The way you fit across his lap, bodies molded together, your forehead resting on his jaw, his arms coming to wrap around your waist, it all felt too perfect to not be meant to be. “Maxie,” you sniffled, and you felt a warmth prick at your nose. He was crying, his tears dripping from his eyelashes onto your face. You had never seen Max cry before. Your hand moved faster than your brain could work, touching your palm to his face and making him look down at you, and you pressed your mouth to his. Your first kiss with your husband was swallowing his tears. He was quick to put down his cigar and focus all of his attention on you, holding you tenderly as he kissed you back. You could tell he craved more than a kiss, the way his firm chest barrelled with your kisses and the softest grunts punched from the back of his throat, and you pulled away from him, your lips tingling. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Max kissed his teeth, cradling your head to his chest. “You don’t need to be,” he told you. “I got you now. And it’s a lot easier to stomach all of that when I know I got someone who’s okay with the pity party I throw myself every once in a while.” After a moment of silence, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and he whispered, “I guess spilling my greasy lil’ guts to you earned me a kiss. Is that it? Admit heinous shit to you, and I earn something? ‘Cause, cher, I gotta warn you, we can move through the rest of these privileges here and now, I got a lot of awful shit to unpack.” 

“No,” you chuckled lightly. “It’s just… Vulnerability. I like that. You don’t need to be such a brick wall all the time; I appreciate you letting me in.”

“I see,” Max whispered. “So, once I earn certain privileges, is it an open invitation? Now that I can kiss you, I get to do it whenever I want?” 

“Right,” you nodded. 

“What if I wanted to kiss you again right now?” Max asked, nudging his nose against your cheek. His warm breath, sweet with wine and bitter with smoke, fanned against your skin, and a shiver ran down your back. “Would you let me?” 

“I was hoping you would,” you admitted, and Max wasted no time to kiss you once more. 

Now, half a year gone into your routine as Mrs. Borman, and you were getting restless. The monthly book deposits did a lot for you, as did Max’s extensive collection of vinyl records, but that only served you for so long. The days felt endless, especially as you got towards the end of the summer, sweltering heat making the dog days even longer, but you found that your life had become a bacchus dream, hazy heatwaves warming your wine before you could have a chance to drink it. Recently, you had also taken to another form of passing the time, and, while pushing your hand down your panties and bringing yourself to your climax did little to help the heat situation, it did a lot to satisfy your desires. With your enhanced senses, every feeling was cranked up to a ten— things tasted better, colors were brighter, and your own touch was electrifying. You honestly enjoyed that aspect of being a daywalker, but, outside of self-pleasure, there were little other benefits to the new state of living. 

The doors of the back patio, a big garage-door situation on chains, were difficult to pull open on your own, but the view out back was welcoming, a pond just off the patio where ducks would sometimes roost in the cool morning, a tree line surrounding and protecting the property You weren’t stupid— you knew the house you called home wasn’t Max’s— but he certainly could have picked a worse abandoned mansion to set up residence in. You stretched your legs out as you sat in one of the cushioned seats that lived out on the slab of cement, letting the warm sun hit your bare skin— no pants was a common occurrence by now during the hot months, although you always redressed before Max got home. He did, however, love whenever you wore his clothes, some sort of animalistic need to have a silent claim on you, and you rubbed the thin fabric of the t-shirt that hung on your frame as you took a healthy drink of sweet wine. You never used to drink before Max, you remembered telling him such in his office the day he “married” you, but he had cultivated that in you. He had learned your tastes, too, sweet and not bitter in all things, always making sure you had everything you wanted in that regard. 

The more you drank, the more you thought about Max, deeper thoughts than you had ever really considered giving him. He was a good husband, a great one, and, if it weren’t for the way you met, you might have seriously considered actually falling in love with him. But it was the crux of your marriage, the very foundation of it, that kept your heart from careening off that cliff. He was your captor, and no amount of sweet wines or loving kisses or book collections or heavy jewelry could take that title from him. Although, a counterpoint played in your brain; lately, your daily masturbation sessions had begun to include visions of him. You imagined Max in all sorts of situations, and the walls of the bedroom were by now no stranger to your strangled whines of his name. Some part of you did desire him, and you wondered how long it would take desire to outweigh your hatred. Maybe you just had too much wine. That could also be a possibility. 

But, as you heard a soulful bassline start to thump through the house, emanating from the turntable and stereo that Max loved so much, you thought about your husband again. Maybe you weren’t so different, you considered, taking up your glass of wine to pad barefooted over to the sound system. He loved a good song as much as you did, and sometimes, you would indulge him in a dance at night. Max was a fucking awful dancer, and it always made you laugh, but that seemed to be his goal. In fact, when you were laughing at his little shimmies, it was some of the only times you ever considered that he was in fact earning your favor. Underneath everything, the rough edges and the psychopathic tendencies, all the stories he would tell you at night about beating prisoners with clubs just because he felt like it, peeling away all of those layers— he was good to you. Who else would do all of that, but touch their wife so tenderly at the end of the day, send her to bed with the softest of kisses and a promise that the solicite won’t keep him up for much longer (even though you both knew it would)? You smiled to yourself, already imagining the way Max would grasp your hips when he came home and land one of those gentle kisses on your mouth. 

You almost missed the squeak of the front door opening, but Max’s booming, “Honey, I’m home!” would have clued you in anyway. You looked over your shoulder to him, gasping in joy at his presence, and you grinned as he approached you, doing just as you thought he would, grabbing your waist and kissing your lips. Your hand came to cup the back of his neck, holding him close to you, and he broke the kiss with a smile, yet an air of confusion. “What’s all this?” he asked. 

“What’s all what?” you asked. 

“Well, fuck,” Max chuckled. “I mean, I walk in, and what do I see? My gorgeous girl, half naked, dancin’ around to my favorite song? Did I forget my own birthday or something?”

You smiled. “No,” you giggled. “Just enjoying myself.” 

“Enjoying yourself,” Max repeated softly. His eyes were soft as he looked at you lightly swaying with the music, and he added, “What’re you drinking?”

“Wine,” you told him, offering the glass to him. “Some of that stuff you brought home last week.”

Max hummed as he took a drink from your glass, and your eyes locked on his mouth as his tongue came out, capturing the blood-red droplets that clung to his lip. That fucking mouth of his. All soft and perfectly pink, the scruffy facial hair adorning his lip showing just the slightest hint ginger. “That’s good,” he said softly. “How much have you drank?” 

You shrugged. “I get bored when you’re at work,” you told him, not so much an answer to his question but rather an explanation for your behavior. You started to turn away from him, but his big hand, solid and strong against your hip, turned you back to him quickly. 

“You got bored,” he started. “So you put on my clothes, started listening to my music, drinking my wine? Oh, cher, I don’t know if I’d call that ‘bored’.”

“What would you call it, then?” you asked with a sugary-sweet sarcastic bite. 

“I’d call it horny,” Max said plainly. His fingers nudged under the waistband on your panties, resting just so on your skin, not venturing any further but certainly lingering. “I think you were missing me really badly, is what I think; that you want me but won’t tell me, so you gotta get your kicks when I’m not home.” 

You scoffed and went at your wine glass. “I think,” you retorted. “You’ve been sniffing too much of that blue shit. It’s warping your mind, Maxie.” You never usually deployed the sweet diminutive, only ever doing it when you were teasing him or you were in his lap, and you smiled at his obvious confusion. Were you teasing him, or wanting him? You liked that he couldn’t figure it out. 

“I got you something,” Max told you, going for the pocket of his waistcoat. God, he looked delicious— definitely an image that you were going to think on tomorrow while he was at Love Less again. His form-fitting pants, that grey waistcoat that matched his eyes when he got all broody and stormy, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to expose that little thatch of hair on his freckled chest, his sleeves rolled to his elbow. He hadn’t taken his shoulder holster off when he came in the door, and you tugged at it in excitement. 

“What did you get me?” you asked, and Max extracted a small linen handkerchief from his pocket, folded up over itself several times, and he carefully wrapped it until he got to the middle, the contents that took your breath away. Three rings, two of them smaller and one larger— two bands and a diamond ring. No, not a diamond, a ruby, beautiful and glimmering. It took your breath away, and you quickly set down your wine glass to examine the jewelry further. “Max,” you sighed softly, in disbelief. “Oh my God. They’re beautiful.”

“I figured you would like it,” Max said with an affectionate, soft voice. “One’s mine, and the others are yours.” 

Wedding rings. Max had gotten you wedding rings. The air suddenly felt warmer than before, your skin prickling with it, and you lightly picked up the ruby ring, studying it. It felt too important to tarnish with your touch, like a piece of artwork, and you looked at your left hand for a moment. “Where did you get these?” you asked softly, finally looking back to Max’s face. 

Your husband gave you his genuine, real smile, more common an occurrence nowadays than ever before. “For once, not something I stole from one of my inmates,” Max laughed lightly. “I had them made for us. Had to call in some favors from Blak-Tek, and they were confused as fuck why I was needing wedding rings of all things. I just told them I had a pretty lady back here at Loveland that needed my ring on her finger, and they whipped them up for me in a jif.” 

“Maxie,” you whispered fondly. “This is too much, sweetheart, you shouldn’t have.” 

“Too much?” Max scoffed. He shifted the handkerchief and rings into his palm, and he carefully took the bejeweled ring from you. Skillfully, Max took your left hand and pushed the ring onto your finger, and you bit your bottom lip as it fit onto you perfectly. “I don’t think it’s enough. You’re my woman, you deserve all the best.”

“This is the best,” you assured him. “It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever owned…” Max slipped the simple band on next, nestling perfectly next to the ruby ring, and the sight of the jewels and shine on your hand made your eyes sting with tears. “Oh my God,” you whimpered, and Max lifted your face to look at him. “Thank you, Maxie, thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Max told you softly. “It’s like I just said. You’re my woman, and I’m a piss-poor little man for not getting you a ring before now.” 

You smiled, all thin and watery, sniffling up your tears as you redirected your gaze to the last ring he had, made for him. Your hands shook a little as you took it into your grip, and you held Max’s hand with tender care as you pushed his ring onto his own hand. You had never thought to look too hard at his hands, but you saw the hands of a man who worked, certainly from his past life— passes of hardened, calloused skin on the softs of his fingers, tiny scars littered here and there, but it was the deeper scars, laid in his knuckles, that made you frown. You still remembered the story he told you, a young hot-headed kid, punching walls in anger at the injustice he was forced into. It was enough to make you cry again, and you pressed a soft kiss to his scarred knuckles. “I love you,” you whispered, your gaze still affixed to his hand, and you listened to him sigh with heavy weight. 

“You don’t have to say that, cher,” Max told you. “I know you don’t mean it, that’s okay—”

“No,” you said, lacing your fingers with his. “I wanna say it, because I do mean it. I love you, Max Borman. You’re so good to me, you treat me better than I could have ever hoped for, and… I love you. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.” 

Max’s body relaxed as a smile spread over his lips, and he leaned in to touch a kiss to your mouth. This kiss was different from any others you had shared before, though, and you breathed in deep, taking in every cell of Max, his smell, his heat, his strength, his taste. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close as you reciprocated, and you grabbed at the leather and snakeskin holster around his shoulders to keep him as close as possible. Your body was on fire, the heat pooling down in your cunt, and you moaned softly as Max’s thumbs dug into your hips, grabbing palmfuls of your flesh. 

Max chuckled and broke the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. “‘You may now kiss the bride’ and all that, right?” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your face, and a lightning bolt of boldness struck your chest.

“Max,” you said gently, catching his gaze, and the intense look in his eyes, bright blue, unwavering, as clear as the sky and twice as stunning, only confirmed that he did finally earn this. You fingers played with the buttons on his shirt as he waited for you to speak again, and you knew he was impatient but would wait however long it took. “I think you should take me to bed.”

Max chuckled, deep in his throat and raspy, exactly the sort of sound that made wet collect in your panties. “Oh, now, cher, don’t tease me,” he told you. “That’s just a mean thing to tell a man.” 

Quick as a flash, you reached down and grabbed his wrist, and you directed him exactly where you needed him, where you craved his touch the most— between your legs, his fingers feeling the soaked patch of your panties, his palm encompassing the rest. “That feel like teasing to you?” you asked, never breaking his eye contact, and you got the pleasure of watching his peach-hued blush color the tops of his cheeks. 

Max let out a strangled sound, his eyes lowering from yours down to where he touched you. His fingers worked to push your panties to the side to feel your soft skin, all slick with your arousal, and he hissed in a breath through clenched teeth. “No,” he whispered. “Nah, none of that is teasing. You’re telling me I earned this?” He dragged his finger along your slit, gathering your wet on his fingertip for just a moment before carefully nudging against your hole, almost as if he were waiting for you to grant him entrance. 

It amused you to no end how your husband was so eager for everything, but once you gave him permission for the one thing you knew he craved, he was hesitating. “Yes, sweetheart,” you whispered, smoothing your hand up from his wrist to touch his elbow, then his shoulder, then cup the back of his neck. “You earned all of this. Now take me.” 

Max didn’t need to be told twice now. He captured you in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dragging into your mouth, and he swallowed your moan as he pushed his finger into your cunt. God, he felt good, his skin warm, perfectly thick, gentle and nice— exactly what you had hoped he would be. He moved inside of you, feeling you, relishing the way you writhed in his grip, begging for more without using any words, and he broke the kiss as he gave you what you wanted, adding a second finger into you.

You let out a whine, dropping your head to press into Max’s neck, and you felt like your legs could just give out. “Yeah?” Max whispered in your ear, lightly nibbling on your soft lobe. “You like that?” 

You nodded quickly, and your body rippled with pleasure as Max began to slowly move his fingers, making sure you adjusted to the new sensation before he tried for more. His fingers felt like nothing you had ever felt before, not even your own, and you choked down pathetic little noises as he played with you, in and out, fucking you on his fingers with a slow, controlled pace. He redirected his mouth back to yours, kissing you with a fever that made your heart thump at the base of your throat, and he pulled his fingers from you to rub firm circles around your throbbing clit. Your body lurched at the sudden heat that pooled in your cunt, forcing a shocked moan from your mouth, and Max pulled away from your lips with a smile. “Answer me this, cher,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “All these long, boring days when I’m at the prison, did you ever think about this? You ever drive yourself crazy wanting my touch?” 

“Yeah,” you sighed, trying to kiss him again, but Max was quick, moving just out of your reach. 

“Yes?” Max repeated. “Were you fucking yourself all pathetic on your fingers? Rubbed this little button here? All of the above?” Your mouth hung open as you breathed heavily, his heavy touch making you squirm in his grip, and Max leaned in to swipe the quickest of kisses to your pouty bottom lip. “Fuck. And I had no fucking clue. How could I be so stupid? Well, honey, I think we’re definitely skipping a few steps here— why, an hour ago, I was driving home, fantasizing about getting to kiss you when I put that ring on you, but now you’re giving me all of this? What a fucking treat.”

Max finally pulled his hand out of your panties, and you watched with widened doe eyes as he took no hesitation in sliding his fingers into his mouth, tasting what you left behind. It made your stomach jolt with that same hot electricity Max had been giving to you, and you were glad he was holding you, otherwise the sight of him pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a satisfied smile might have made you crumble into a puddle on the ground. He hummed softly, tilting his head at you, and he said, “My God, that’s delicious. Tastiest pussy I’ve ever had.” 

Something about him, his warm chest pressed against yours, the stormy look in his eyes, something, made you open your mouth for him, and his eyebrows flicked up with amusement. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” he chuckled. “You want a taste too?” You nodded quickly, pushing your tongue out to invite him in, and Max followed through, pushing the same two fingers past your lips. You didn’t really know what you were meant to be tasting, something heady and distinctly human, but you weren’t focused on that. Your focus was primarily on sucking on his thick fingers, letting him feel exactly how warm and soft and wet your mouth was. The easier you could rile him up, the better, and, based on the size of his dark pupils as he watched you, you seemed to be succeeding. 

“Now, that’s a tease if I’ve ever seen one, honey,” Max chuckled. “Don’t tell me you like sucking cock, you’ll make me cum in my pants.”

You pulled off of his fingers and landed a soft kiss to his knuckles. “Never done it before,” you told him, and Max gave you a startled look. 

“Really?” he asked. “Pretty lips like those, figured you’d be real good at it.” 

You shook your head. “Never,” you said, and Max’s eyes seemed to melt at you. 

“We’ll do that another night,” Max told you softly. “I want the first part of you I fuck to be this sweet little pussy. I’ll take everything else later.” 

You had read the phrase a hundred times in all the romance books that were included in the library Max had been accruing for you, ‘stumbling to the bedroom’, but you never understood what that meant until you were actually doing it, kissing Max and hardly giving yourself time to actually walk. Max was equally as eager, his hands gripping your hips as he pushed you against walls to kiss your neck, and it made you feel drunk and giddy. Once in the confines of your bedroom, the same one where you had woken up months ago, fresh from the bite, the same one you woke up in morning, Max resumed his rough kisses, gripping your face as he pushed you backwards until your legs were meeting the bed and you were falling back. In an instant, your legs were wrapping around his waist, a perfect width between your thighs to squeeze him tight, and Max moaned, full-throated and deep, into your mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re gonna kill me one day soon, huh?” 

“Sure nope not,” you giggled. “Who else am I meant to fuck if you’re dead?” 

“Nobody,” Max huffed, almost a growl. His kisses traveled from your mouth to your jaw, sucking hard at the skin right below your ear, and down your throat, leaving another tender bruise on your collarbone. His greedy hands shoved your shirt up your chest to expose your tits to him, and he made quick work of giving them love as well, licking at your sensitive nipples. Your hips jerked up into his as he suckled hard at you, and a broken moan left your mouth. “You’re mine now, nobody else’s. Even after I’m fucking cold in the ground, you’re my woman. You hear me?” 

You rolled your hips up, meeting his as he jutted downwards, and you gasped at what you felt in his pants, hard as a rock, straining against his zipper. Your hands scrambled for his belt, the buckle big and silver, in the shape of a crown— he was nothing if not ostentatious—and you worked quick to undo it and start to open his pants. Max relocated his attention up to himself, tearing off his holster and undoing his waistcoat, and you abandoned his belt for just a moment to tug his shirt up his back. “Off,” you whimpered, and Max righted himself to pull the shirt up and over his head, not bothered in the slightest about trying to manage the buttons. Of course you had seen Max’s body before, but that was usually just before bed, after his shower, catching glimpses of him through cracked bathroom doors— back when he was still respecting the allowances he earned and trying not to push you. But seeing him like this, the last strains of that orange sunset illuminating him, making his skin glow like some soft of god, casting a shine onto that gorgeous tattoo on his ribs, two snakes curled around a rose; seeing this was something different, something beautiful. 

“I love you,” you told him, your hands skating up his bare sides as he went to finish the job on his pants that you had started, and you caught the gorgeous smile that came over him as he shoved his pants down his thighs. This sight was a new one, and you wanted to make fun of him for the lack of underwear he had, but you were transfixed by everything else you saw. A small line of hair from his belly down; thick, hairy thighs, another tattoo laid in the skin there, a fleur de lis, the same as his index ring, the symbol of his home; and, of course, his hard cock, thick, flushed dark, wet clinging on his spongy head. 

“Oh, honey,” Max whispered, leaning back down and kissing your neck again, his warm hands capturing your tits. “You look like you liked what you saw.” 

“Mhm,” you moaned softly. You pushed your shirt over your head, keening up into his warmth, and the way he rocked down into your open legs made your mouth open as hot pleasure thrummed through your veins. “Want you, Maxie, want you bad.” 

“I’ll take care of you,” Max assured you. “But I wanna hear you say what you want me to do to you.” 

“Max,” you whined, and he mocked your sound into your skin. 

“You have to tell me,” Max said, and it almost sounded less like him tormenting you and more like he was begging for it. “Don’t leave out any dirty details. Tell me everything.”

Filthy words spilled from your mouth as soon as you thought them, having no sense keeping anything to yourself. “Fuck me,” you whimpered. “Want you to fuck my pussy, please, y-you can spit on me to make it fit, don’t stop if I tell you hurts. Y-You can cum inside me too, I want it, want you to fill me up, wanna feel you even when you’re not here, please, Maxie—”

“My God,” Max laughed into your neck. “You’re a fucking wet dream come true, you know that? You like when it hurts a little?” His hand snaked down between your bodies, landing a few hard taps onto your pussy, still covered by your soaked-through cotton panties, and you jolted as hot shockwaves hit your core. “Oh, you really like that, huh? My dirty girl, I didn’t even know what a good fuckin’ decision I was making with you.”

And with that, Max sat himself up, and his hands, still adorned in all his rings and bracelets, grabbed at your panties and ripped them down the seams, getting them off your body as quickly as possible. The sound of the fabric tearing made your breaths come in quick, short pants, and you gripped at Max’s hips to tug him right onto you, soft flesh meeting soft flesh. “Max,” you gasped. “Sweetheart, please fuck me, please.”

“Cher,” Max purred. “You sound so pretty when you’re desperate. What about when you’re screaming for me? Still gonna sound pretty, or you just gonna sound like a filthy slut?” 

You watched as he took his cock into his grip, stroking his length a few times as he nudged your legs open even wider, exposing your sopping pussy fully to him. You should have felt humiliated at his gaze, small or demeaned in some way, but you didn’t. His gaze felt gentle, affectionate, even as he gathered a mouthful of saliva and spit down onto you, just as you had asked him to. He sighed as you throbbed for him, admiring the view below him, and he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance before pausing. 

“Max,” you gasped. “Don’t tell me you’re pussying out. Fuck me.” 

“God, I fucking love you,” Max growled and, with a wrinkle of his nose, bullied his way inside of you. You weren’t sure if your moans were louder, or if his were, but his thick cock split you open and stretched you, and you started to throb around him in an instant. “Yeah, honey, that’s right, squeeze my cock. Goddamn it, you’re tight, shit.”

“Not surprised,” you chuckled, and Max threw you a confused look as his stomach tensed for just a moment, reacting to your cunt throbbing on his cock. “Isn’t that the whole reason guys like fucking virgins, ‘cause of how tight we are?” 

“Wait,” Max said quickly, turning soberingly serious in an instant. He was nearly fully seated inside you now, and your back arched to try to get him that final bit deeper, but his hand flat on your mound forced you to stop. “Wait, honey, stop. That’s what this is? Am I really popping your cherry right now?” 

“Ugh, you make it sound so romantic,” you said lightly, hoping your humor overshadowed the way tears were welling at the inner corners of your eyes. Not because it hurt— even though it did, the burn of him stretching you definitely was painful— but because, yes, Max was taking your virginity. It was emotional for you, even if you knew in your heart that first times really only meant as much as you allowed for them to, and you had almost expected Max to not really give a fuck about it, seeing as how, before you, he was a brothel regular. Sex was familiar to him, so why should he care?

“Don’t fuck with me right now, sweetheart,” Max snapped, breaking that illusion for you. He cared; he cared a lot. “Am I the first man you’ve ever had sex with? Yes or no?” 

“I…” you began, and finally sighed, allowing a quick sniffle. “I was a kid when this apocalypse bullshit started, baby… Not many chances for a girl to have sex in that world, even less if you were like me. Alone, only worried about myself… Didn’t think I was worth anyone caring about me like that.” 

Max said your name, gentle and soft, and he pressed his hand to your cheek tenderly. You keened into his warm touch, closing your eyes and letting your tears finally fall, and he leaned forward, pressing his body fully to yours as he softly kissed up your tears. Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close, and he whispered softly in your ear, “My sweet girl. Of course you’re worthy of being cared for. You’re the worthiest person in the world, to be cared for, to be loved, because you found it in your heart to love me. Fucked up lil’ ole me; you found something in this dead, hollow chest to adore, and that… That’s not something I can just ignore, cher, pretend like I ain’t flattered by it. You know, you’ve wormed your way into my head, starting to affect the way I act— six months ago, I would’ve wasted ammo on a guard talking back to me, but, when it happened today, I could only picture your face and the sad little crease you get between your eyebrows when I tell you I killed someone else, and I just… You’ve made me a better man, and you’ve made me want to be a better man.”

“Max,” you whispered, trying to pull away from his affection, but, as Max began to slowly roll his hips forward, sinking all the way into you, all other thoughts melted away. “Max.”

“It might not mean a lot to you,” Max started again. “But this is an honor I’ll carry with me ‘til the day I get killed. Truly, it is.” 

His hand floated gently to take up your left hand, and he raised it to his mouth, kissing your fingers and your ring. As he started up his rhythm— slow, firm, forcing little moans and grunts from your chest— he laced your fingers together and squeezed your hand tight. “You know I love you, right?” Max asked. “You feel that?” 

You nodded quickly. And it was true; you never felt unloved by him. “Good,” Max whispered. “‘Cause I wanna fuck you like I don’t, but I wanna make sure you know I do.” 

“I know,” you assured him, a hot and buzzy feeling permeating your brain at his words. 

“What do you know?” Max asked, and you smiled. So playful, so mean; so was your husband’s way.

“I know that you love me,” you whispered. 

“Good girl,” Max whispered. With that, he let go of your hand, and his hands went to your legs, tugging them up to rest along his shoulders, folding you nearly in half underneath him. His slow pace suddenly switched, turning brutal and merciless as his hot cock dragged inside of you, threatening pain with every hard shove inside. But you loved it— you loved the hot shock that made your body twitch, the gasping laughter that left you every time he pushed a little too deep and made the slightest strings of pain pop in your mouth. Every moment of this version of him was to die for, and certainly lined up more with what you expected out of him. You knew you wanted to explore that sweet, slow lovemaking later, but, for now, a hard, unrelenting tempo was all you wanted. 

You cried out his name, every thrust extending it one more syllable, a pathetic little “M-a-a-a-x”, and you dug your nails hard into his back, clawing at his skin. Max gave a tight hiss through gritted teeth as his cock pulsed inside you, and he whispered, “Damn, honey, you scratch me up too much and we’re gonna have a fucking problem.”

“Oh?” you challenged, and Max cocked his head at you, almost as if he was surprised you were testing him. “A problem? My, that just sounds awful.”

“If I’ve said it once…” Max chuckled with a huff of exertion. “You’re a heap of trouble, cher.”

“And you love it,” you bit back at him, playfully touching the tip of your tongue to your teeth, and Max leaned down and captured your mouth in a deep kiss, his hand coming to grab hard at your chin. 

“My sweet girl,” Max whispered into your mouth. “Are you my sweet girl? Or are you my fuckin’ whore wife? Which one you wanna be?” 

When his hand fell from your face down to your clit and he started at it, rougher than before, obviously chasing an end goal now, you gave him his answer, tugging his hair and letting your head fall back to choke out a sob. You had never felt anything like this, pleasure so intense that it threatened to unstitch your seams and dissolve you, and the fire pit in your belly was coming to a scorching climax. “Max!” you whimpered. “Fuck, Maxie, I’m gonna—”

“Me too,” Max whispered, kissing your face as you turned your head to cry. “No, no, no tears, honey. Does it just feel that fucking good?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, and Max licked up your tears with a hearty chuckle. 

“Aw,” he pouted. “Your mascara’s running, cher. You wanted to look all pretty for me. How fuckin’ cute.” His fucking became depserate now, in pursuit of your orgasm as much as his, and the bed creaked underneath you as he groaned into your ear, nearly concealing the obscene sounds of him inside you, wet and sticky and loud. The entire experience was too much, unable to focus on any one single thing, and all of it unraveled in a second, like a rubber band snapping. 

Your body shook against your will as you came, only able to moan as Max fucked you through it, and your hearing dipped for just a second before coming back, buzzy and fuzzy in your head. Max was consistent the whole way through, “Yes, honey, just like that, good girl”, and you panted, exhausted, as you tried to return to Earth. Luckily for you, Max was right at his cliff’s edge as well, and you got to watch the beautiful picture before you, his eyebrows knitting, his eyes squeezing shut, his mouth falling open— almost a pained expression, but, if what you just went through was any indication, pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin. Now, it was Max’s turn to moan like a wanton slut, and you watched his necklace bounce and jostle against his chest as he fucked hard into you one last time before he came.

It was an odd feeling, for sure, as Max throbbed inside your tired cunt and pumped you full of his cum. Your brain knew how fucking dirty it was, how bad it was, how risky it was, but your heart (and more importantly, your pussy) didn’t care. “Fuck,” he gasped, his head tipping back towards the ceiling. His stomach flexed with every spurt and rope he gave you, and finally he inhaled deep, seemingly at peace. His chest and stomach were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glimmering in the moonlight now coming through the big glass windows, and he looked down at you, shoving his sweaty hair off his forehead. “You okay, honey?” He asked gently, his hands soothing down your legs, tugging them from his shoulders. “Everything feel alright?” 

There was already a soreness in your thighs, and, based on the loose feeling of your muscles, you figured walking would be out of the question for your immediate future. “Legs hurt,” you managed softly, and Max nodded, lightly kneading your thigh to ease some of the soreness out. 

“Anything else?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Just your legs? You’ll probably walk with a cute little limp tomorrow morning, but that’s okay.” 

Slowly, Max withdrew his softening cock from you, and you choked out a cracking little sob at the feeling. Max shushed you, his firm hands moving to your hips to massage there, and he littered featherlight kisses on your cheeks and jaw as he softly assured you how good you were for him, how beautiful you were, how much he loved you. Your heart warmed at the sound of that. Max’s raspy post-sex drawl forming those words— “I love you so much, Mrs. Borman, I think I could die”— was music to your ears. 

All you wanted was to lay there and recover, but Max steadfastly refused. He scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the cool stone countertop, and you watched the way his body moved, his muscles tugging his skin as he reached for the bathtub tap to test the temperature of the water. In the bathroom light, you watched his arm, tanned on the outside but creamy and smooth on the inside, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his scar, big and light, from his elbow to his wrist. The one he had been given the day you met him, what felt like forever ago, on a shitty highway outside Denver. If you could have told that girl a year that that gentleman, who hooted and laughed as he played with his food, wrestling the vampire away from you for a moment before blowing its brains out with his pistol, loading a few rounds of silver into it afterwards, would come to be the greatest love you had ever known, she would have laughed at you, but it was true. 

Once Max was satisfied with the bath, he helped you into the warm suds, settling himself behind you and wrapping his arms around you as your eyelids flagged, sleepy and exhausted. “Just a little longer, cher,” Max whispered, sudsing up his hands and diligently cleaning your arms, then your chest, then down to your cunt. You groaned as his hand made contact with your puffy lips, your thighs nudging together just so, and he added, “I know, I’m sorry, but you’ll feel better once you’re all clean.” 

And, as usual, Max was right. He washed your body with his soap, even rinsing your sweaty hair, and he brought you back to the bed once he was satisfied with his work. The warmth of the bed, his bed, your bed, made you feel like you could purr, and, as Max slid under the blankets alongside you, he did something he had never done before, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, settling your head right over his heart. 

“You hear that?” Max whispered, gently carding his fingers through the ends of your wet hair. 

“Hear what?” you mumbled sleepily, mashing your cheek into his warm chest.

“My heart,” Max said. “I haven’t felt this alive since I died. I think, if you listen hard enough, you can hear my heart beating again. And it beats only for you, cher.”

“God, you’re cheesy,” you murmured, and Max smiled into your scalp. He shifted a bit, and your sticky eyes opened just in time to see him reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing at his pants, withdrawing the thick, leather cigar case from his fallen back pocket. You knew your job, and, with a yawn, you right yourself to slink out of bed, going for the hulking dresser settled opposite the bed. In the mirror, you watched Max’s face contort confused at you, your naked form glittering in the moonlight, and he smiled as you grabbed his silver lighter. 

“Oh, cher, you don’t need to—” Max started, and you plucked the cigar from the corner of his mouth and silenced him with a kiss. You climbed into his lap, caging his hips with your thighs, and you broke the kiss to put his cigar between your own lips, dutifully lighting it and taking a hearty pull. As you blew a mouthful of smoke at him, you felt his cock between your legs twitch, and you giggled. “My God, honey. You’re gonna kill me, I know it.” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, and you turned the cigar back to him, watching as he accepted it between his teeth. “But I know you’ll be begging me for it, so who’s the real loser?”

You could have burned up with how intense Max’s gaze was, his eyes nearly burning holes in your soft skin. He puffed at his cigar, letting the smoke issue out of his nose as he sighed, and his hand smoothed up the side of your body, admiring everything you had given him. “I think…” Max started. “Up ‘til the day you do kill me, we’re gonna have a hell of a good life together.” 

“What’s the past six months been, then?” you scoffed. You flattened your hands on his chest, letting your eyes wander down to the dark ink on his skin, and you started to lightly rock your hips, dragging yourself along the head of his cock. “Hell on earth?”

Max let out a tired grunt, his eyes closing in bliss, and his head fell back onto the pillow to expose his creamy throat to you. “S’been heaven,” he murmured. “My life’s been heaven on earth with you, Mrs. Borman. Don’t ever let it end.”

You bit your lip with satisfaction, watching the way you fully unraveled this man. A girl could get used to this view. “I won’t,” you assured him. “I won’t ever let it end. I promise.” 

[planetception]

Camping with Paige Headcannons

A/N: well i'm back... um im deciding to just stick with headcannons for the moment. as always requests are open

Warnings: nothin, just pure fluff, paige also being a bit of an idiot

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༊*·˚ i would say that camping with this woman is an absolute experience

༊*·˚ like before you two left you made a whole checklist of things to bring and somehow paige forgot like half of it

༊*·˚ literally doesn't know how to set up a tent, says that she doesn't need instructions but we all know how that works

༊*·˚ after the whole tent disaster, she sat on the ground just looking at the tent like it was her baby

༊*·˚ brings a whole ass air mattress, but forgot the pump at home... luckily you brought sleeping bags so problem solved

༊*·˚ for some reason, really good at starting a fire which is kinda concerning

༊*·˚ acts like a dad, taking you fishing and such. somehow you come out catching the biggest fish

༊*·˚ you two go hiking, and paige brings a book with her on what plants not to touch but doesn't listen and now she got poison ivy rash

༊*·˚ really good at roasting marshmallows, like she be acting like she's the gordon ramsey of smores making

༊*·˚ tells you ghost stories by the fire then scares herself when she hears a twig snap

༊*·˚gets scared in the tent at night, thinking a bear will eat you both for a snack

༊*·˚ overall its an interesting experience

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first work in like 3 months... um so yeah. i think im gonna stick to headcannons for the time being. also i may or may not be doing kinktober headcannons if those even exist. as always requests are open

[yushi-ni]

how about “watching a horror movie with wish”… im pretty sure sion would just giggle the whole time 😭😭😭 btw love your posts you’re my queen

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; watching horror movies with bf wish

genre; fluff

warnings; mentions of slight teasing - poking fun at the other, nothing serious at all

notes; such a cute idea!!! ty for requesting my love, it’s not that long i’m sorry but i still hope you like it xoxo

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oh sion

now he thinks he’s a slick guy, the classic ‘horror movie’ date so the guy can protect the girl when she gets scared (uhuh) honestly he isn’t that scared, the excitement of seeing your reactions definitely has an effect on his own. he’s less focused on the actual movie and more on you. he’s not really following the whole story line, so the build up to certain scenes completely bypasses him. he would purposely scare you and then literally ijbol in your face, he has no mercy, giggles whenever he feels your body tense up, guesses the plot of the movie midway, laughing when you hit his shoulder to tell him to shut up. will welcome you in his arms without any hesitation because that’s lowkey the whole point of him wanting to watch a horror movie with you. just wanted an excuse to hold you. won’t drop the whole thing after the movie ended tho, definitely the type of (annoying) bf to hide in your room and jump out to scare you. he loves feeling like the ‘bigger’ person and having you find your comfort in him. it makes him float around cloud nine over and over again but tbh your bf is not that much of a comfort when it comes to his teasing and endless giggles

maeda riku

so talkative, like actually someone needs to shut him up. he keeps yapping throughout the whole movie, more so because it helps him calm down. repeatedly saying “it’s coming- it’s coming” but still gets startled in the moment itself. he likes the idea of watching horror movies together but he’s not the biggest fan of the uhh.. actual horror. definitely tries to man up and pretend he isn’t that scared. he’s just very invested (in his own words) so the tension of the story is just very strong. (uhuh) will definitely press his whole body against yours or even better if you’re laying in between his legs, back to his chest, so he can hide behind you without you noticing!! will definitely giggle whenever you let out a gasp, he just thinks you’re cute. keeps saying how you have to watch another movie afterwards to ease down the tension, for your sake, he said. (uhuh, right haha) he really tries to stay calm and not jump off his seat every 3 minutes. it definitely helps that you’re there because if it was sion he was watching with, he would be screaming at the top of his lungs fr

tokuno yushi

the least scared out of all. actually likes the idea when you ask him to watch a horror movie, doesn’t really care what you watch, he’s just happy to be there. asks why you wanted to watch this specific movie if you’re ‘going to hide behind a pillow anyways’ (sigh he doesn’t get it) giggles whenever your body slightly jumps up, sighs at the horrible acting or predictable scenes and will definitely point it out to you, not reading the room and noticing that you’re actually pissing your pants as we speak. when you almost literally jump in his arms at a jump scare, he starts to understand the whole shebang about watching horror movies as a couple. holds you, caresses your arm, uses his own hand to cover your eyes when something happens. giggles non stop because of your reactions, gets invested as the movie goes on, trying to answer all the questions you ask him (as if he knows what’s happening next) but honestly won’t give out a big reaction himself, he just thinks it’s very predictable and clearly fake so he’s just chilling. but as long as he can hold you, he’s not complaining

kim jaehee

not a big horror fan, not even a small fan actually. definitely not very convinced after your; “it will be fun!” because what’s so fun about being scared? not moving the whole movie, literally holding you in a grip so tightly you’re scared your blood circulation will stop right there and then. will yap during the movie, trying to calm himself down, guessing whatever happens next so he won’t get scared. jokes on him tho because he obviously still gets the absolute scare of his life. whines about how you could have watched any other movie yet you chose for this one. will definitely yell out every once in awhile, he can’t help it, he’s just not the best at these things. keeps talking to the actors as if they’ll hear him and actually listen to him; “don’t go there, someone’s there, i’m telling you someone’s there, just listen to me, this is stupid, don’t go there…!” you’re usually not that good with horror movies yourself but with jaehee next to you it’s just fun, even though he might not agree in the moment itself haha

hiroshe ryo

pretends to be cool, because pff it’s your absolute baddie bf ryo we’re talking about. teases you before the movie even starts. giggles every time he looks at you, all cuddled up with your blanket. hiding your face whenever something pops up on the screen. “it’s not even that scary” and gets jump scared right after. the more he actually watches and follows the story line, the quieter he gets, his grip on your arm lowkey gets tighter as the minutes pass by. he definitely tries to hold in any sounds, only allowing soft; “wah” - “ohh” coming out of his mouth. lowkey just trying to convince himself he’s not scared. will ask you; “are you scared?” just to make sure you’re on the same wavelength even though he’s forcing his collective self to stay calm (as much as that’s possible) so focused and invested that he doesn’t even laugh when you jump up from the jump scare, he’s just frozen and will need a little while to calm down again when the movie is finished

fujinaga sakuya

why would you do this to your cute bf, watching horror movies is quite literally the last thing he likes to do for fun but obviously if you insist on watching one, he will gladly do it with you. will literally come up with a list of rules before you even press start; ‘no trying to scare the other person, no leaving someone alone because of toilet breaks, a small light has to stay on at all times, popcorn stays on the table so none will end up flying through the room’. his whole body is filled with adrenaline throughout the whole movie, will be cuddled up to you, not the other way around, because he’s not even pretending to be a cool guy right now. this is actually serious for him and he prefers to live after this. yelps coming from his mouth, hiding behind a pillow, a blanket, your hands, his own hands, his sweater, whatever he can grab at that very moment. non stop; “why why why why” as he sighs at the stupidity of the people in the movie. definitely insists on keeping the big light on when you go to sleep, his poor heart haha

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so the traitor thing

everyone has a theory and i feel like i've seen everyone's name thrown out at some point but i'm just throwing my two cents in the ring so that way someone can yell I TOLD YOU SO when we finally find out (hopefully me)

spoilers through ep 15

so the traitor thing was something touched early on and then not often since, getting sprinkled throughout just enough to remind us that while we need to get close to the ghouls, we still need to be suspicious

i wanna say eye roll but im so fucking locked in to trying to figure this out

anyways, despite the super sus vibes from the beginning, the first we really hear about the traitor is actually when taiga brings it up in episode 4

taiga's implying he knows who it is. he also knows a lot more than he's letting on, which i'll get into some other time, but this moment is also bookended by a couple moments of the most lucid taiga we've seen yet. in both episodes where taiga is featured, he's shown figuring out the anomalies before anyone else, and it wouldn't surprise me if he's known all along

another time we see the traitor mentioned is ed. he's such a weirdo i love him

what a freak <3

anyways he doesn't really give us any more info, just tells us that he knows. which also doesn't surprise me because apparently he can read the text boxes like he's deadpool or something.

but it continues to be sprinkled throughout the story, and we even get little hints that someone betrayed jin last year. so: who is it? 1. someone heavily involved with the ghouls and knows enough personal info that it's fucked them over (and potentially caused the clash, but that's a theory i'm still mulling over) 2. someone smooth talking and sly enough that they can get away with it

there's some obvious choices and some off the wall choices, but my basis is coming from a writing standpoint and is based mainly on themes....which is SO unfortunate, because he's one of my favs and if he's the traitor i'll cry

but i think it's haku

cue crying here

the instant a traitor was mentioned, my immediate gut instinct was haku--which in all honesty, that could be on purpose! they could have made him really obvious so we're looking away from who it actually is. but either way, my gut was screaming haku purely from the way he was introduced to us

a white knight swooping in to save us? promises our safety right away? tells us his main job is to clean up after the other ghouls because the teachers send him in?

i think it speaks for itself right there

not to mention if you pick him as the one you save right at the beginning, this is his intro:

suuuuussspiiiiiiiciiiiiooooouuuuuussssss

he's one of the ones that i believe has a plot relevant intro, and it's also because of this and his line in episode 15 that makes me think if he IS the traitor, then he doesn't really want to be. he's super flirty with mc as well, and while i think a lot of that is an act to get him to trust us, i think at least a little of it is genuine. this could just be because i'm a sucker for the classic trope of "i was supposed to hurt you but then i fell in love with you," but it is SO easy to see that with someone like haku.

unless he really is just duping us and i fell for it. but it's moments like this that make me think mc is slowly turning him back to the ghouls side

anyways, so we get into episode 15 where he talks a little more about his past. starting off in clementia makes sense i think. my guess is that it was a healing/holy house centered around sending spirits on and quieting the undead (more on defunct houses in a different post) so with his shrine fam, that fits. then he transferred to frostheim (well known family. again, makes sense.) and then ended up in hotarubi, another one that fits. the only suspicious part is him leaving frostheim last year and the timing of it. him and yuri would have left at the same time tohma was transferring in, presumably at the same time the clash was happening. he's got inside deets on three houses (one now gone) so that just adds to the ways he'd be able to wiggle in anywhere

not to mention in episode 15 he drops the line "make a deal with darkwick" several times. it almost feels like a callback to the classic haku traitor line

taiga voice "slimy motherfucker." anyways he says two or three times in episode 15 that he made a deal with darkwick. how often is he dealing with darkwick?

also, there was the break in at jabberwock. ren didn't say anything was taken, so i'm hesitant to say the traitor did this. this could have been any number of people just trying to get info on ren and what his stigma can do. ritsu said that he thought it was a professional, which makes me think it was a ghoul since they'd be able to make a quick getaway.

i've seen haku be associated with tanuki several times. tanuki are japanese "raccoon dogs" that are often depicted as tricksters in folklore, much the same way foxes are in western europe and coyotes are here in the states. while they're tricksters, they're not necessarily malevolent, and i feel like that fits with haku as well.

like i said earlier, i don't think haku necessarily wants to be the traitor. this whole story just feels...tense? i don't know if that's the right word, but it always feels like haku is waiting on something. the few conversations where the other ghouls seem a little suspicious (namely rui) and when he's talking to the teachers, it's always felt strained. so my two main guesses with haku are

1. he's being blackmailed into this. maybe he fucked something up and darkwick is covering it up for him as long as he feeds them info (was he at fault for yuri's medical mistake? is that why zenji died? does he feel guilty and that's why he's doing so much for a ghost now?)

2. he's the traitor willingly because something happened that made him distrust the other ghouls and side with the teachers, but mc is slowly making him realize the ghouls aren't all bad and deserve to be treated with respect. also, episode 15 has him admit he always takes the easy way out. saving his own hide would certaily be easiest.

i just realized i keep referencing the teachers all the way through this. i think the faculty are the antagonists of the story. they've felt slimy from the beginning and the more we talk the less i trust them. fight the power

i'm still not completely sold on haku, though. it can't be any of the first years because they weren't here for the betrayal last year. i don't think it's jin, tohma, or alan because they're all actively trying to solve it i think. zenji's dead, yuri seems like he was trying to run away from it and also actively avoids the other ghouls. i also don't think it's romeo because i think taiga would have done something crazy if it was. other traitors on my shortlist are: rui (can move in shadows, faculty could be holding a cure for his curse over his head), subaru (i think he could be guilted into it), and taiga himself (but he's not aware, only suspecting. memory suppression, constantly guessing who people are...it could be!!)

so that's my traitor theory! i'm sure i'll come up with more theories (hopefully in a more coherent manner) as more episodes come out.

send me who you think it is! ask and dms are always open

[zluty-spendlik]

WAKFU REDESIGN AND REWRITE SERIES PART 2

Yugo

Okay I really should've started with Yugo but I just had so many ideas for Eva I had to let it out. (link to part 1 here)

And with Yugo, I have the exact opposite feelings, because... he's fine. He's the main character, he's a kid, he acts like a kid, he's very thoughtful and kind... I don't have any issues with his character.

But! Theres still ideas i have!

For example, I never quite liked the idea of Yugo being the Eliatrope king and yeah, I know hes a child but he never really... gave me leader vibes, yk? Tbh compared to Adamaï he severely lacks the assertive personality. After finding out that hes the last airbender Eliatrope, he doesnt even care for the culture much. Or like- at all? Hes mostly excited about his superpowers- AND THATS FINE, hes a literal child, but still... a supposed king.

So either make him more invested in his people (you could make a whole arc outta that! He gets hyperfixated on figuring his heritage out he forgets about the here and now - tho that really does sound more like Adamaï) OR make him state outloud that he already has a life and doesnt want to start another one! He likes his friends and adventures and doesnt need anything else... until he does. Make him grow and find parts of himself he didnt even know were missing. New values, a culture he can be a part of!

(Also AU where Yugo actually cant use his powers properly so they only inconvenience him (like accidentally teleporting his stuff) and he tries to stay away from his heritage as long as possible until Grougal is just forced to drag him out the house is so entertaining 2 me istg)

So im fine with the story Qilby has spun, where he and Shinonome are the leaders cause HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?? And anyway, the Adventure duo finding out about Qilbys betrayal through random goofy shenanigans seems pretty in character lmao

Design

I like Yugos design (except for the shoes, they absolutely haunt me) so I mostly just put my own spin on it rather than changing it radically. I briefly debated on giving him a tail or more dragon-like features but then I realized he lived a normal life before all this lol the village would PROLLY NOTICE

Tho it finally hit me that Eliatropes cleatly have deer features- like the little fur thingy at the end of the Eliatrope cap resembling a deer tail??? How did I not notice that??? But I think his s4 outfit resembles a bat way more so idk?

I gave him white freckles like the bambi spots and light blue "wakfu" spots on the back instead of the runes on his chest he has in the Qilby final boss fight. Also I couldnt decide which outfit I like more for s1-2 so which one do u guys like more?

I havent watched season 3-4 but I did a potential s3 Yugo look as well, I had fun :))

Yugo art dump

[blackelysian]

Situationship.

Duke Dennis x Black! Fem! Reader as Makena

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, toxic relationship

Summary: Tired of this situationship between you and Duke you decide its just better to end things. Duke wants to make it right.

Makena POV

A sigh escaped my lips as I aimlessly scroll through my phone. It was now 3 am and Duke still wasn’t here yet. I sent a text to his phone for the one hundredth time.

                                                                       It's late, don't even worry about coming anymore… Sent.

No reply. Once again.

I watched his story and saw that he posted something 30 minutes ago. He was out with his friends at some party or function with some bitch grabbing his face. At that point I was fed up, annoyed and kinda hurt. I throw my phone to the side and sit up. He’s been blowing me off all night after he told me he was coming over so we could spend some time together. One stop and I'm on my way, I Love you”  was the last response I got from him. Tears streamed down my face. Not only was I mad at him I was mad at myself for even allowing my feelings to get wrapped up in whatever you wanna call this. Duke and I have been messing around for almost a year now but he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He helps me with my bills, buys me whatever I want, fucks me good, but there was no actual commitment. He uses the excuse of he doesn’t want to hurt me, but this hurts way worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone dinging, indicating I had just got a text. I hover my face over my phone revealing the message from him. 

Im outside

I layed back down on the bed ignoring his text. Next thing I know I hear my front door unlocking.

I groaned annoyingly. I need to get my key back from this nigga. I can hear his feet making their way to my bedroom before he slides my door open, stumbling in. He casually makes his way over to me leaning down to peck me on the lips but he was met with the palm of my hand.

“So you just goin walk in here late as a motherfucka and act like nothing's wrong??” She raised her voice at him.

“Come on boo don’t start that, i'm here now right? That's all that should matter'' He asks nonchalantly, going back in for another attempted kiss. I quickly jumped up and moved around him.

“You know, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore Duke..”I say looking away from him.

“Do what Makena?”

“THIS” I raise my voice again, pointing between the two of us. “This is getting old and I'm tired of sitting around waiting on you to see how good of a woman I am..tired of waiting on you to respect me! I’m done.” I snapped. 

“What do you mean you're done?”

“I'm done, We are done! And you need to give me back my key!” He chuckles at me.

“You trippin’ im not going any fucking where” He simply says, slideing his shoes off.

“Why don’t you just let me go Duke?” I questioned. “Why continue to string me along huh? You don’t want to be with me at this point so what's the point of keeping this going?”

“Makena,You know I love you. I just don't want to hurt you” He states, pulling me in front of him.

“You don’t think this hurts already?” I hold my hand up. “You know what, I just want you to go, i'll give you a minute to get whatever stuff you have here and leave my fuckin key” I turn my back to him not even giving him a chance to respond, heading for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I needed to clear my mind and hopefully by the time I got out that asshole would be gone for good.

Omniscient POV

After about 20 minutes, Duke enters the bathroom. He sees Makena’s naked silhouette through the foggy glass shower. He looks over to see her music softly playing from her bluetooth speaker. He quickly strips out of his clothes and slides in the steaming hot shower. The breeze runs a chill down Makena’s spine as he slides the door back closed. 

She quickly turns around. “I thought I told you to go?” She asks, rolling her eyes.

“We not done talking yet” He wraps his arms around her, bringing her body close to his.

“Duke, please don’t do this to me right now. Just let me go and leave” she says, trying to unwrap his arms from around her. He holds her tight.

“What do you want? Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. Just don’t leave me baby” 

“He can’t be serious..” She thought. But with the look on his face she knew this was far from a joke. But she couldn’t give in. What would he think of her if she just took him back so easily? Why now did he want to do the right thing? 

“It's a little too late fo-”

“Be my girlfriend?” He cuts her off, looking in her eyes with adoration.

“Wow really?” She asks sarcastically. “ Now you want to ask me? It's only because I'm telling you I'm done with you that you want to act right now” She says disgustingly, rolling my eyes and pushing him away from her. 

“Baby I'm serious!” He exclaims, grabbing her again. “I can’t lose you, whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I want to make it right, I have to make it right. Give me just one more chance and I promise we won’t have to have this conversation no more”

“I don’t know what to say Duke…” She says lowly, looking down and away from him. He drops to his knees in the oversized walk in shower, grabbing onto her waist. He places gentle kisses along her stomach trailing down to her womanhood. 

“Say yes” He says softly, placing a kiss right on top of her clit. Her breath hitches in her throat. 

“Say yes baby..” He throws her left leg over his shoulder and places a few more kisses on her wet center before completely devouring her. He made sure to take his time pleasing her. He wanted to show her that he meant what he said.

“Duke..no” She trails off, throwing her head back as he lapped her up like a thirsty dog. His thumb finds her clit drawing small circles on it. 

“Be my girlfriend baby” He says again, looking up to watch her love faces. She begins to feel her orgasm build in her stomach as she grinds down on his face. “Shit i'm almost there” She gasps. He stops immediately, getting up and turning off the shower before picking her up and walking her out the shower. 

“You don’t get to cum until you say yes.” He wraps a towel around her wet body, bending her over the sink, the two making eye contact in the mirror. She could see the lust and longing in his face. He rubs his member up and down her slick womanhood before roughly sliding into her in one swift motion. 

“Fuck” she groaned out as he starting to deliver rough,delicious strokes. 

“You goin be my girlfriend baby?” He asks yet again, brushing some of her curls out her face. Her mouth falls open but nothing comes out. He delivers a smack to her ass. “Answer me baby” He groans, going deeper bottoming out. 

“Oh shitt, Yess” She moans out blissfully.

“Say it” He says, pulling out and sitting on the side of the tub, pulling her back on him and sliding in again. He starts to work her up and down his member.

“Say it Makena” He states firmly.

“Ima be your girlfriend babyy” She blurts out.

“Yea?” He says with a smile, kissing you along the side of your face and neck as he still bounces you on him. Makena starts to throw it back on him, pulling out her best moves to show him that it doesn’t get any better than this. 

“Oh fuckk mama” He grunts, grabbing the back of her neck turning her to face him. 

“Gimme kiss” They lean into each other and give each other the sloppiest kiss ever. 

“Hmmm baby im cumming” She cries out, picking up her speed.

“Cum on your dick” His words were like a catalyst for her orgasm, which rips through her like a tornado. He finishes right behind her, pulling out and releasing on the rug. She turns to kiss him once again.

“Mm we not finished yet. I still have a lot of making up to do.” He says with a lustful grin on his face.

A/N: Makena definitely DID NOT stand on business 😭😭

[quickstappen]

track 003: all's fair in love and war

A/N: im finally after my exams, this is somehow AGAIN - twitter heavy, there's this one twitter thread that is so obvoiusly halfassed, please ignore it :))

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marcilazzaro1 a cheeky lil pitstop in heaven 🤠 see you in singapore

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madi_races what'd you mean pitstop?? i thought LA was the pitstop?

nyoomf1 is that... seb?

mickschumacher 👀

↳ marcilazzaro1 stop acting all mysterious, you were there too

↳ ilpredestinatox sorry what

redclerc is she in Switzerland???

↳ redmilton i mean, it looks like it?

↳ hammertime_1 but why tho

↳ redmilton her and sebastian are friends, it's not like she needs a permission to visit him

forzalec16 girll it's tuesday, aren't you supposed to be IN singapore already??

charles_leclerc still can't believe you didn't take me

↳ marcilazzaro1 yeah, it's not like you have a car to drive this weekend or something 🤔

ferra_ria who is she?? why is everyone so obsessed with her still? i thought she and pierre broke up?

↳ screwderriaf1 we've been obsessed way before she was with pierre. she's actually on ferrari's media team and she's friends with a lot of drivers

↳ shithappens skylar (blondecedes on twitter) actually has a thread on it if you want to learn more, it's her pinned post

↳ ferra_ria thanks! i'll check it out for sure

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marcilazzaro1 Singapore, you've been good - p1 and p4 for the team ;) Congratulations on your podium landonorris !

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charlie_sun did yuki take you to the restaurant?

↳ marcilazzaro1 yes! it was really lovely

yukitsunoda0511 we need to do this more often

↳marcilazzaro1 for sure! just name the time and place ;)

quickstappen yuki looks so cute!!

shithappens she's back in the paddock!! mother's back in the paddock

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↳ redclerc reputation era?? ↳ redmilton_ who knows, maybeeee

landonorris P2 babyy

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nyoomf1 new lance content! hell yeah!

↳ strollingaway i didn't know they were friends??

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↳ strollingaway fair.

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"Quali-tea Time with Sarah Scott (Ferrari's secret weapon with Marceline)"

madi's radio: pt.3 is finally here, sorry for the long wait, 4th is already in the works so hopefully it'll be a shorter wait ;) i actually planned to put more into this part but,,, 30 pics limit.

(also, valentines coming up, i was thinking of doing short sepcials if i have the time, if i do, which drivers would you like to see?)

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[mokie-bleh]

Can I have part 3 of this story please? ^^ you write so well that it's addictive! ^^

CRK self aware x Child! reader

part 1, 2, 3, 4

!PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP!

It’s been a few hours since Pure Vanilla last saw you and he was freaking out. How did he lose you so quickly?? You’re only a little child, you could be in danger right now and he’s not even there to protect you! He went back to his castle to see if he could make a plan there and find you as soon as possible.

He went into your room again to look around and it wasn’t until now he realized that your window was wide open. Like as if someone had broken in! Has someone stolen you?! How did he not notice all this time you could’ve been stolen and he was wasting time! Pure Vanilla started to think hard of who could have possibly done it. Then it hit him….Shadow Milk Cookie….He also went to come see you when he went to your world. It couldn’t be he was still at Beast Yeast though he couldn’t have possibly taken you. Unless he somehow did since it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Pure Vanilla decided that if Shadow Milk somehow did steal he was gonna find you before any harm could be done to you. He asked Gingerbrave and his friends if they could join him on his way to Beast Yeast. They agreed and started their way over there, Pure Vanilla could only hope you weren’t in any danger and when you're back he’ll make sure to keep a better eye on you.

Meanwhile Dark Enchantress Cookie was yelling at Black Licorice for losing you and not knowing where you could be. “I can’t believe you lost the kid so easily!” “I'm sorry. It seemed like an emergency so I told the kid where the restroom was!” “You didn’t at least think not to leave the kid to go find it themselves since they could have escaped!” She was pretty pissed and now she was making a new plan to see if she could find you and bring you back.

You were in fact with Shadow Milk Cookie and he was telling you how you could help him on escaping this place. He told you all you needed to do was cut the tree down and once you did he could weaken the seal and he could escape. The only problem was that you were a little kid and you most likely didn’t have the strength you needed to cut a tree, especially one so large. You told him you would try any way to help him since it was unfair he was stuck there, obviously you didn’t know the real reason he was here, but he found it cute you were willing to help him.

Once Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave and his friends arrived at Beast Yeast they ran towards the Silver Tree where Shadow Milk Cookie resides to see if you were actually there. He was hoping you were, but at the same time he was hoping Shadow Milk hadn’t harmed you in any way. Once they got to the tree they looked around for a bit, and there you were! Pure Vanilla Cookie was relieved, so relieved in fact that he ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug.

“y/n dear! I was so worried about you! Are you ok you aren't hurt, are you? What happened, how did you get here? Oh I’m so sorry I couldn’t watch you better.” He held too tightly you had to pat his back to get his attention. He released you from his hug but he still held onto you. “Im ok Pure Vanilla! I'm trying to help someone!” He softly smiled at you and tilted his head “Oh? Who are you helping, little one?” He asked you. “Shadow Milk Cookie!” You told him.

“Huh..?” He seemed disoriented and couldn’t process what you had just said. Then there was a voice behind you both. “Aww can’t believe you forgot about me, I'm truly hurt!” It was Shadow Milk. He put a hand on top of his chest and head to act dramatic. You then feel Pure Vanilla grab your arm and shoved you behind him. “How dare you bring the child here, what did you plan on doing to them!” Pure Vanilla shouted at Shadow Milk. You were confused. He didn't do anything wrong, why was he yelling at him? Shadow Milk only grinded.

“Oh silly vanilly! I didn’t bring the kid here, they came here themselves!” “I won’t believe in your lies!” You tugged on his sleeve to try and get his attention and when he turned to look at him you told him that he was telling the truth and you came here yourself. Pure Vanilla then bent down to your height and placed his hands on your shoulders asking “Why on earthbread are you here?” You explained to him how you were captured by Black Licorice Cookie and escaped him and ended up here.

So Dark Enchantress Cookie was after you?

Oh dear…