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[zerosocialskillz]

Okay so what if Lakia and Bitter Gavv joins the Hapipare gang

[toweranne]

Title: “Don’t pretend”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Genre: Romance / Flirty / Steamy

Setting: His garage, late at night, La Push

Word Count: 645

📌 This is a work of fiction written by me. Reposts, copying or translations without credit is not allowed. Please be kind — creators deserve respect. 💌

— 🔞 Contains suggestive content and mature themes. All interactions are consensual and written for entertainment purposes only. Read responsibly.

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The air was thick with motor oil, pine, and that unmistakable scent that was just Jacob — earthy, warm, intoxicating. You sat perched on his beat-up workbench, legs swinging, the hem of your shorts riding up just a little higher each time he glanced your way.

He was leaning under the hood of his rebuilt Rabbit, shirtless, his bronze skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Muscles flexed with every twist of his wrench, sweat trailing down the line of his spine as he worked.

“You keep staring like that, and I’m gonna start charging you,” he said without looking up.

You smirked. “Charging for what? The show?”

He finally glanced over his shoulder, a crooked grin spreading across his face — cocky, wild, dangerous. “Damn right,” he said, wiping his hands on a rag before tossing it aside. “Premium view. I should at least get a tip.”

You tilted your head, letting your eyes roam slowly over his body — the tight line of his abs, the tattoo on his arm, the unmistakable heat in his gaze.

“I thought you liked me watching,” you teased.

Jacob stepped closer, every movement smooth and predatory, like a wolf circling prey — except you weren’t scared. You were aching.

“I do,” he said, voice lower now, rougher. “I like it a lot.”

His hands found your thighs, large and hot against your skin as he stepped between your legs. The energy shifted — electric, magnetic. You felt it hum through you, pooling low in your stomach.

“You always wear these little shorts when you come over,” he murmured, his fingers sliding just under the hem, knuckles grazing the inside of your thigh. “Is that for me?”

“Maybe,” you breathed, trying not to squirm under his touch. “And if it is?”

His grin deepened. “Then I guess I owe you a thank you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing your neck — not quite kissing, just hovering — warm breath ghosting over your skin. His nose trailed up to your ear, and you felt the soft press of his teeth against your lobe.

“Thank you,” he whispered, low and sinful.

You couldn’t stop the soft gasp that left your lips. One of his hands moved to your lower back, pulling you forward, flush against him. You could feel everything — the heat of his skin, the unmistakable tension between your bodies, the raw desire that radiated from him like a furnace.

“Jake,” you said, your voice shaky now, but your fingers had already found his waist, sliding around to his back.

“I’ve been trying to be good,” he growled, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. “Trying to take my time. But you make it so hard, baby.”

Your hands traveled up his back, nails lightly scraping his shoulder blades. “Maybe I don’t want you to be good.”

Jacob froze for half a second. Then — gone. The leash snapped. He crashed his lips into yours, hot and hungry, devouring your breath like he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere — your waist, your hips, sliding beneath your shirt, skin to skin.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily, pressing you back onto the workbench. The tools clattered, forgotten. All you could feel was him — the fire, the weight, the need.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. “You sure?” he asked, voice rough, almost shaking. “Because if we do this…”

He didn't finish the sentence, but the promise in his eyes said enough.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers tugging him closer by his belt loops. “I’m not scared. I trust you.”

Jacob smirked. “Good.”

He kissed you again — deeper this time, slower — and when he spoke next, his voice was nothing but a rumble in your ear.

“Because tonight, baby… don’t pretend you didn’t come here hoping I’d ruin you.”

[kaciidubs]

Catnip and Kidnappings

Hi, 🧿 nonnie! This one's been a long time coming, and though it doesn't have much smut, I hope you still enjoy it! ❣ Summary: You just needed to go to the pet store for two things - so why were you suddenly in a car with a man you didn't know? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.5k+ ❣ Warnings: Mafia! AU, fluff, meet cute, implied danger, slight humor, cat talk, reader is a bit sassy but so is Minho ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Two things. You just needed two things from the pet store, then you would be back home with your lovely tabby cat and show you’d been putting off for the better half of two weeks because it just ‘wasn’t the right time’.

So how, you ask, did you manage to find yourself hurriedly escorted away from the storefront of the pet store by a man you’d just met?

Well, you could target the beginning of the end the moment you stepped foot into the pet store, making your way to the cat aisle on instinct with your goal clear in your mind; catnip and premium cat food.

Premium cat food - you wished you could trick your furry child into eating a cheaper form of food, but his picky eater tendencies had set him in his ways ever since your mother decided to spoil him and introduce him to the world of Sheba pate and cuts of various meat and fish flavors; the same woman who claimed she didn’t like cats, yet bought him almost all of his toys.

Huffing out a quiet laugh at her change of heart, you bent to grab a box of the food packs, silently thanking the corporate gods that it was still on sale, before heading deeper into the aisle to grab the second item on your mental list.

You scanned the rack with the box still in your arms, adjusting it slightly every now and then until your eyes landed on the empty spot that usually had the brand of catnip you needed.

“Wonderful…”

“If you’re looking for catnip like that brand, you could go with the one with the red label - they look different because of the companies, but they’re really the same ingredient wise.”

“Oh, really? Thank-” The next word immediately died on your tongue as you turned your head, ready to thank a store worker but, instead, you were met with possibly the handsomest man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

Sharp eyes and a nose that looked like it belonged on a marble sculpture, paired with lips set in a faint frown and the prettiest jawline you’ve ever seen - he was gorgeous.

He seemed to either not notice your brain freeze or blissfully ignore it as he stepped closer to pick up the container before placing it on top of the cat food box in your arms.

“I have three cats and they all like both brands, there isn’t really a difference besides the fact that you don’t have to use as much of this one as the other one, which makes it better considering the price.”

Once his eyes finally met yours, you felt your brain kick back into gear, “O-Oh, okay, thank you so much!”

He hummed out a small sound of acknowledgement, giving you a curt nod and reaching forward to grab a container of his own; his eyes scanning across the small printed words for a moment before he looked to you once more. “Do you need help? Carrying that, I mean.”

“This? No, no, I’ve got it handled.” You adjusted the box once more, the catnip container sliding to the right until you balanced it out quickly, “All good, thanks again, though.”

Before you could embarrass yourself more than you already had, you thanked him once more and shuffled past him and out of the small aisle in record time, mentally cursing whatever line of fate led you down this path.

Placing your items on the conveyor belt, the cashier greeted you as they scanned your items and you typed in your rewards card onto the card reader’s keypad.

“Are you getting this, too?”

“What?” Looking up, you stared at the catnip in their hand with confusion creasing your brow.

“Um-”

“Yes, we are.”

The familiar voice made a chill run down your spine, your head whipping to see the same man from before, the faintest of curves to his otherwise neutral expression alleviating his otherwise stoic demeanor.

Shrugging lightly, the cashier proceeded to scan the second container before announcing the total.

Pressing his black card to the one-tap reader, he seamlessly slid it back into his wallet before stuffing it back into his pocket, “Think of it as a little gift for your cat, they deserve to be treated.”

For being stunned for the second time that day, your recovery was just as fast, “I’ll make sure to let him know a kind stranger cares about his picky habits.”

He huffed out a quiet chuckle, but that was more than enough to inflate your ego and make your heart flutter, quickly taking back your previous curse to thank fate instead.

After grabbing your bag of items, you made your way out of the store with your new companion following suit.

“So… Was that really just a gift for my cat? You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?” You mused, turning to look at him fully as you stood outside of the storefront.

Shaking his head, he raised his hands in defense, “It’s just a gift - like I said, I have three cats so I know how it can get, better than most. Besides, the picky eater phase is really rough on the pockets at the worst of times.”

“Well, Miso appreciates your generosity.”

“Miso… cute.” He hummed softly, though his true excitement was evident in the small glimmer in his eyes.

“Do I have the honor of knowing your name?” Clocking the possible unintended implication of the question, you quickly backtracked, “Um- Just so Miso knows who he can thank while eating his pate salmon, of course.”

His lips parted to speak but closed twice as fast, his once relaxed smile turning into a firm line as he looked at you - almost enough to look through you, or rather, past you.

As you went to turn your head to gauge for yourself, you were stopped by the warmth of his hand around your wrist, winning your attention for himself like jingling keys in front of a baby.

“Let me bring you home, and I’ll tell you on the way.”

You felt your heart flutter, though you couldn’t ignore the unease creeping up your spine, “I appreciate it, but you really don’t have to-”

“I just want to make sure you make it home safely.” His mouth pressed into a tight lipped smile and his grip tightened ever so slightly, “Trust me.”

Maybe it was the fact that he sounded so sincere, aligning with the image of the kind man you’d seen in the pet shop, or perhaps it was the way his firm gaze flickered with a hint of urgency, but you found yourself nodding softly.

“Okay.”

With that, you were tugged down the sidewalk and around the corner, hurried footsteps falling alongside his long strides in hopes of keeping up.

“Is- Is there something wrong? What’s happening?”

“Everything’s fine.”

You bristled at his nonchalant, clipped tone, falling back on your pace by half a step. “I have a feeling you weren’t lying to me before, so, please, don’t start lying to me now.”

Feeling your resistance, he took a short breath and spoke, “Nothing’s wrong yet, and nothing is happening - I’d rather keep it that way, if you don’t mind.”

“But what did you see?”

“Someone who has no business trying to approach me in public unless they’re looking to start something they have no chance of finishing. I have no desire in getting innocent people caught up in those types of affairs.”

“Those types?” Your eyes widened as you neared a black car - slim, sleek, and a model that you had no chance of owning for yourself on your current pay grade. “Are you-”

“I’m no one.” He shut you down with ease before reaching forward to open the passenger’s side door, “Get in.”

Putting a temporary pin in your conversation, you quickly slid into the car, the faint scent of jasmine mixing with the musk of sandalwood and leather seats filling your nose; watching through the windshield as the black haired man rounded the car before sliding into the driver's seat.

“I don’t think a nobody just casually owns a car like this,” clicking your seatbelt into place and setting your bag on the floor, you shot him a wary glance, “if you’re going to kidnap me, Miso’s going to be royally pissed.”

The car’s engine roared to life, masking his light chuckle but doing next to nothing in hiding the slight uptick of his lips. “I’m not a kidnapper, though I’ll make an exception if Miso’s as cute as you make him out to be.”

With that, he shifted the gear and drove out of the parking lot, using the one-way street to get away from the pet store and the unknown assailant. Buildings and cars passed by in a blur after you told him your address, your hands nonchalantly turning your phone while the silence was placated with the sound of the engine and the radio - though, you had no hope of hearing what the song was from how low the volume was.

Taking a deep breath, you turned toward him, eyes tracing over his unfairly handsome side profile. “So… Is this the part where you tell me who you are?”

“I told you, I’m no one,” he hummed simply, eyes trained on the road ahead.

“And I told you I don’t like liars - you still owe me your name, you remember that, right? Now, since you’re saving me from some unknown evil, you owe me a full introduction.”

He glanced over at you, amused astonishment filling his face, “For someone who’s in the hands of a complete stranger, you make a lot of demands.”

“Think of it as your atonement for giving me two new life experiences in one when I was minding my own business buying catnip.”

You could just barely catch him rolling his eyes, muttering under his breath and hearing the words ‘worse’ and ‘friends’.

“Minho.”

“Minho?”

Minho rocked his head to the side, huffing, “My name is Lee Minho, I have three cats - Soonie, Doongie, and Dori - and I’m a businessman. I like going to that pet store because they donate some of their profit to shelters, and I know about the catnip brands because I have three cats - changing brands is a nightmare whether it’s one cat or several.”

A small smile found its way to your lips at the new information, your mind running wild at the image of this enigma of a man playing with three cats of his own. “Okay… But, when you say businessman, what type of business do you do?”

“The type that prefers to go unmentioned to civilians for their safety.”

“What- Like working for some secret branch of the government? Are you a cult leader? A member of the mafia?” An incredulous giggle bubbled past your lips, though when his demeanor grew colder, your stomach dropped. “You’re… You’re not, right?”

“What’s your name?”

“What?”

The car rolled to a stop at a red light, granting him the grace to look at you, brown eyes locking to yours with a firm stare. “You never told me your name. If you tell me your name, I’ll tell you my job - it’s your repentance for asking me more questions past my introduction. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t, but I won’t tell you my job.”

Your name for his profession, your safety in exchange for his safety - it was only fair, truly.

Taking a deep breath, your name fell from your lips with a small air of confidence, “You already know about my cat, and my job pays just enough to support his picky eating habits. I like that pet store because they hosted an adoption event that brought Miso into my life, and I’ve been supporting them ever since.”

He made a sound of confirmation before turning his attention back to the road, pressing the gas as the light turned green and continued the journey to your apartment.

His choice of silence was almost enough to have your conscience second guessing your decision, until you noted the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel; twitching, anxious, compared to the streamlined, firm grip he’d showcased at the beginning of the drive.

Eventually your apartment building came into view, the car slowing to a stop once he reached the front door.

“Well…” Lingering for a moment longer, you looked at him in hopes of seeing him turn to you one final time to honor his end of the agreement, but when he remained staring at the road ahead, you let it go. “I guess this is goodbye - thank you for what you’ve done for me, Lee Minho, I appreciate it.”

As you went to unbuckle your seatbelt, his hand wrapped around your wrist, his touch sending a chill down your spine and stealing your attention just like he did outside of the pet shop.

“I’m part of the mafia,” Minho spoke plainly, his tone emotionless, statement oriented, “the person I saw earlier was someone we’ve done business with before, some low life’s henchman most likely sent to get even, that’s why I wanted to get away like I did. I didn’t want our chance encounter to end with you getting hurt - you did nothing wrong, and I wanted to make sure you would be safe.”

The mafia… You weren’t sure if him being a cult leader would’ve been better or worse than this, but staring into his eyes, you could feel it wasn’t a joke, nor an elaborate cover up.

“What I said before, about not mentioning what I do for the safety of others… I swear to you that you’ll be safe after this - I’ll make it my personal job of making sure nothing happens to you because of this, okay? No lingering ties or deals to be made, you’ll be under our watch until we take care of that stunt they tried to pull.”

His promise eased the first stretch of fear growing within you, though the rest would have to be handled once you had the proper time to process your less than normal morning.

Nodding, you slipped your wrist from his grasp and grabbed your bag, turning to get out of the car until you froze.

“If you’re worried, you don’t have to-”

You leaned across the center console and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, a sign of gratitude, “Thank you, Minho.”

Reaching into your bag, you placed his container of catnip in his hand then quickly left the car - making your way up the flight of stairs to the lobby’s doors,only to turn around to see him patiently waiting for your entrance before slipping your way past the glass doors.

On the elevator ride up to your apartment, you couldn’t help it as your thoughts ran through the events like a film reel, though you weren’t sure if it was to get over the shock of reality, or to commit the image of that man to your memory.

Lee Minho, cat owner and catnip expert.

Lee Minho, morally gray mafia member.

Lee Minho, a man you hoped you would see in the pet store again.

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[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[jelloapocalypse]

If warner bros. forced you to at gun point, how would you try and make the dumb Hanabara cinematic universe that scoob tried to start?

This is kind of a hail mary, but I think the best way to pull this off would be to use that Jellystone show that came out a little while ago, which is set in the Yogi Bear universe. I heard that was pretty good? Above average for HB cartoon stuff, anyways, and I know it had a lot of characters from their properties crossing over.

This version of the plan assumes you asked me this question like 8 years ago. My plan would be to attempt to generate a weird, devout following for that show by putting a bizarre amount of effort and money into it. Try to aim for that Friendship is Witchcraft craze online, but obviously not to that degree since that's never happening again ever. But like... maybe 5% of that. Make that your goal so weird, amiable nerds are super into your show and want to get into the lore. Those guys are going to be your ambassadors.

After a season or two of this version of Jellystone is fully established, try to build hype online with mid-sized cartoon YouTubers doing tie-ins and making hour-long videos like "JELLYSTONE IS ACTUALLY AMAZING?!". Hopefully these will generate somewhere in the 100-300k view range and generate word of mouth to more everyday cartoon fans.

It's critical during this time period that there's an official YouTube channel uploading Jellystone episodes in full FOR FREE. You need to have a double digit number of shit up there for everyone to watch. And then you need to have an easy place they can go online to pay money to watch the rest. IT CANNOT BE A SERVICE NO ONE WILL USE LIKE PEEBO PREMIUM+ OR SOME SHIT. But make it accessible enough that a good number of people interested will actually buy the show to watch it instead of pirating it.

Use Bluey's social media team and presence online as a guide. They do a really good job of this.

Once this has all been done, it's time to bring Scooby-Doo into this. Have a tie-in TV movie that runs all the time on Cartoon Network. It's not going to make you a lot of money, but kids are going to watch it when they're home from school. (Do kids watch TV anymore? This is operating on the assumption they still do this like I did in 2004 so maybe this advice sucks. Skip this advice if it sucks.)

Have Scooby and the gang become regulars on Jellystone and do your best to continually create tie-in work. Scooby is going to be your powerhouse to introducing other CHILDREN to Jellystone's universe.

Then once you start making money and you've got 3+ seasons of Jellystone working under your belt, you might maybe be able to launch a side show with someone like Blue Falcon provided he and Dinomutt have already made appearances in Jellystone and people like them. This spin-off will not be that popular but it's fine. You can sell toys.

Keep Scooby as Scooby. Scooby still does his own shows. It's the most popular and recognizable series you've got. You don't want to change that or force the Jellystones in there outside of cameos.

THIS is when you make the SCOOB movie. And the tie-in characters all need to be characters from Jellystone. You can have one or two new ones. I'd say Dick Dastardly can still be your villain. Jellystone should have generated some level of hype by this point so there will be a nonzero number of people going to see the SCOOB movie because of that, and this movie is in theaters so at least a few moms and normies will be introduced to Jellystone through this.

After that, the EU can putter along and generate toy revenue for another six seasons or so if you're really lucky and probably one more spinoff show that kind of sucks provided Scooby has a tie-in movie to remind people your universe exists every two years or so.

That's the best I got.

[disarmd]

please when when you are better more of the very sad very horny oscar/mark sex slave verse it’s like you lighted a match in mind now i can see

here you go, nonnie!

In Abidance, 1200 words (including the first 200 that I already posted), Oscar/Mark currently. Same content warnings for non con sex slaves chastity belt verse, and this one is also going to include themes of self-injury and suicidal ideation. Neither is present in this section, but letting you know now so you can make an informed reading decision. As always, I'm happy to answer any questions about content or provide more information.

Mark’s wife, beloved, had not been in the ground three weeks when Oscar arrived. He wasn’t beautiful like Lando, and he knew Zak had despaired about selling him at all and had pushed hard on the widower to see the sale through at more of a premium than anyone had anticipated. Oscar hadn’t been involved, but he’d come to learn the information quickly as he realized the frosty reception was not simply a matter of being received by a grieving household. 

Not even Mark was glad to welcome him, exhausted and silent and suddenly much more grey, from the whispers Oscar heard from the staff through the walls. No one spoke to Oscar directly about it, but it took him a few months to realize it was because they’d thought he’d been part of the plotting, and at that point it was far too late to try to defend his ignorance. 

Mark knew the truth, Oscar had thought, but if he did he never mentioned it to others and he waited until he was very drunk to fuck Oscar for the first time – Oscar’s first time ever – and it hadn’t felt like he’d known. It’d felt like he wanted Oscar to hurt as badly as he did. 

–

Oscar had his own room. He could have had three. Mark’s estate had nothing but space. When Oscar first arrived, there was a bin filled with firewood, but as he burned through it, it was never refilled. There was a huge shed filled with wood round the back of the estate, but Oscar didn’t know if he was allowed to use it. Everyone still made comments about his exorbitant price. 

He walked around the wooded lot – Mark’s lands, still, for they were Mark’s lands as far as the eye could see – and picked up fallen branches. The first was too wet and wouldn’t light. The second, covered in dried moss, went up in flames but smoked like nothing else. It’d caused such a stink that three people came running into Oscar’s room to fan the smoke away. 

“They really didn’t teach you even one useful thing,” one of them said, not even meanly, just perplexed. They didn’t say what he was supposed to do instead.

–

It was difficult to sleep. Even wearing every single item of clothing, he couldn’t cut the chill, and he never figured out a good way to cover his face without restricting his breathing. The icy tip of his nose kept him awake and dragged out the nights as endlessly as the days. There were warmer bedsheets, Oscar knew, a cupboard full of scratchy woolen blankets, but he didn’t want to ask and be told he wasn’t allowed to use them. He imagined someone saying that he should earn his warmth in Mark’s bed, but Mark had shared that bed with his wife. Oscar had not so much as seen the room. 

–

Mark was kind to his children, who were adults with their own families but still came around to visit him often. It was clear the staff admired him. Even when he was gone, no one spoke an ill word. The whole house awaited his return. 

“It’s too bad you can’t make it worth his while to stay,” said the butler, not cruel, just a statement of fact. Oscar also wished he could do something that would make Mark want to spend more time at home. 

He tried. Waiting for Mark to emerge from his den, Oscar thought maybe it was a matter of timing, if he could just catch Mark freshly drunk instead of slow and tired with it. 

“Why are you lurking about?” Mark asked, and it had sounded teasing, almost, something so close to an invitation. 

When Mark stumbled, Oscar reached for his arm, but Mark shoved him away, annoyed, and in the darkness Oscar tripped and caught both a sharp metal corner to his side and the wooden edge of the credenza to his thigh. A small framed painting of Mark’s wife fell to the floor. He hadn’t liked that. 

–

Still, Oscar knew he was lucky. Lando told him every time he came for a visit, riding over himself on horseback and meeting Oscar round the back gardens where he could tie his horse to a tree and they could visit unmonitored. 

Daniel was even worse than he’d known, Lando said, even more cruel. He tugged off his loose shirt so Oscar could help with new bandages for the lashes on his back that had split open during the ride. Dreadful Daniel who only knew violence. 

None of Oscar’s bruises were deep enough to require it, but he bared his skin for his turn with the ointment when Lando offered, just to drag out the visit. 

–

Mark didn’t want to fuck him often, and only ever after he’d imbibed, which made it even more difficult for him to stay hard. Oscar tried to make it nice anyway, kneeling in front of Mark, keeping his soft cock warm. He tried to show Mark there were still things they could do together, but Mark rarely took him up on it, just pulled his trousers back in place and sent Oscar on his way. 

Oscar was rarely naked. Mark had either forgotten he was caged or didn’t care. At McLaren Manor, they’d taken him out of his cage weekly, for cleaning, and milked him once a month. Oscar hadn’t enjoyed any part of that, so he didn’t miss it. 

He cleaned around the metal bars in the bath. He didn’t think his cock even tried to get hard any more, but it was difficult to say. His cock didn’t hurt but sometimes his whole body did, this abounding swell of agony that seized him head to toe, like he’d been plunged into a vat of boiling oil, but of course he hadn’t been. He hadn’t been touched at all. Nothing hurt in a way that had a cause or a cure. 

–

It was unrelentingly cold that first winter, but Oscar told himself he was learning. In the spring he gathered fallen wood and laid the logs out in a patch of hard dirt where the rock was too close to the surface for anything to grow. 

Every day he’d walk out and rotate them. He didn’t know how to tell when they’d dried sufficiently. He didn’t have an axe, so he used his fingers to pry the wood open where it was naturally split, or rocks, or other sticks. He refilled the bin in his room, and the empty cupboard in the corner of the room, and then tried to find a place in the yard where the rest would be sheltered when the rains came. It felt like he was being chased by spiders, who spun fluffy white webs between his logs and were not deterred by his breaking them with a stick. 

It was difficult to work the wood without gloves or tools. Oscar’s hands ended up badly scratched, but he liked the look of the scabs: reassurance of his efforts. When others were around, he kept his palms neatly folded in his lap. But mostly no one was around.  

–

Part Two

[pascaloverx]

BABYBOY

Summary: You work as a caretaker for the home and dog of a famous individual in a luxurious apartment. On a fateful day, you find yourself in dire need of help when your boss’s dog gets locked inside the apartment. The newest neighbor, an incredibly handsome man, comes to your rescue. That man is none other than Nicholas Alexander Chavez.How will your relationship with him unfold?

Author's Note: This fanfic is for those who’d love to imagine themselves in a romance with Nicholas Chavez. I should warn you that there’s a possibility the reader might get involved with Nicholas while he’s still in a relationship with someone else, though nothing is set in stone yet. This fanfic will include explicit language and mature content. Consider yourselves warned. I hope you like it and interact with the story!

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Days had gone by, marked by near encounters that, to an unbothered observer, would seem like mere coincidences but were deliberately orchestrated by you. Despite your subtle efforts, you hadn’t crossed paths with Nicholas again. Deep down, you told yourself it was for the best. Surely, he had a girlfriend or someone he was interested in, and, honestly, he was far out of your league. Your focus had shifted to repairing both your boss’s apartment door and your relationship with Baby, his dog. Baby, however, seemed utterly smitten with the handsome neighbor, barking excitedly at his door every time you returned from a walk.

Now, with Baby dropped off at an elite doggy daycare where he socialized with other pampered pooches and underwent obedience training, you had a few hours to yourself. Your routine included tidying the apartment, even though a housekeeper came by every three days to give it a thorough clean. With a new bag of premium dog food in hand, music blaring through your headphones, you couldn’t help but dance as you moved about the apartment. Rosé and Bruno Mars’ APT filled your ears, and you struggled to resist belting out the lyrics at the top of your lungs—especially since you didn’t want to draw the attention of a certain neighbor.

Everything was going smoothly until your uncoordinated moves betrayed you. Your sneaker laces snagged beneath your feet, and you stumbled forward, bracing for the worst. In the split second before disaster struck, your only thought was to save the dog food bag from bursting open. Then, a strong, muscular arm caught you, steadying you just before you hit the ground.

“You’re going to go deaf listening to music that loud,” Nicholas quipped, his tone laced with amusement. Before you could fully process what had happened, you found yourself stepping out of his firm grasp as he plucked one side of your headphone from your ear. He’s wearing a robe, slightly untied, revealing his bare chest—a detail that momentarily captures your attention.

“Thank you for the assist, Nicholas. But I must insist you stop helping me. I can’t afford to owe you any more coffees than I already do,” you say, straightening yourself and trying to regain composure. He smiles, a genuine expression that softens his striking features as he watches you intently. There’s something disarming about the way his eyes linger, making you feel both seen and slightly flustered. You take a step back instinctively, as though wary of being so close to him. The proximity between you moments ago had felt electric, almost overwhelming, and a small part of you wonders if he felt it too.

“Would you have preferred that I let you crash to the floor?” Nicholas asks, his tone playful yet dangerously charming.

Caught off guard, you fumble for a response. “Perhaps,” you say, trying to sound serious but only managing to appear slightly awkward. “At this rate, I’ll start feeling like you’re my loan shark.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I had a feeling you already felt that way, considering how you’ve been avoiding me.”

Your breath hitches, and you try to recover, pointing to yourself as though the accusation couldn’t possibly apply to you. “Me? Avoiding you? Absolutely not. I was just… maintaining a safe distance.” The words spill out hastily, but your voice betrays you, trembling under the weight of his presence.

He takes a deliberate step forward, his robe shifting slightly to reveal more of his defined chest, and his neatly styled, damp hair gleams under the light. His confidence radiates with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. “Safe from what?” he asks, his tone laced with curiosity and challenge. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

“Afraid of you?” You scoff, feigning a boldness you don’t quite feel. “As if.” But the truth lingers unspoken—a fear not of him, but of the undeniable pull he exerts over you, the way his presence stirs emotions you aren’t ready to face.

Nicholas leans in slightly, his voice dropping into a softer, almost teasing tone. “Because, from where I stand, it feels like you’re running from something.” His words strike a chord, making you painfully aware of the wall at your back and the impossibility of escape. You’ve cornered yourself, both literally and metaphorically, and the intensity in his gaze is unraveling every ounce of composure you have left.

"I'm running away from trouble; you should consider doing the same. Let's be practical—you live here, and I work here. You're clearly already well-accompanied, and I’m in a professional environment that requires me to remain alone most of the time. And I saw you without clothes, which makes it hard for me to be completely friendly without remembering what happened. It’s best if we keep our distance and remain strangers," you say, trying to sound firm as you lean back against the wall. Your headphones are still playing some song, but you can barely focus on it, your attention completely fixed on Nicholas’s gaze.

"I starred in a series called General Hospital. Great cast, and my family was really proud of me for landing the role—it shaped me into the actor I am today. I also did a pretty funny movie called Crushed. Filming it was a blast, especially a scene where I nearly had a make-out session with an orange. Right now, I’m preparing for another series, which I think will be an incredibly enriching experience. But I’m not extremely famous or rich. Moving here was a treat to myself, courtesy of my latest role and some old savings."

"As for being accompanied," Nicholas continues, his tone softening but maintaining a confident edge, "you’ve clearly noticed more about me than you let on. And to answer your assumption—yes, I am seeing someone. But there are no labels, and we’re not exclusive. So now that I’ve shared a bit about my life, are you going to stop hiding behind excuses and admit that you really want to have coffee with me?"

As he steps closer, trapping you in place with his presence, you swallow hard, processing his words while trying to ignore the sudden heat rising in your chest. "I have a feeling we’re no longer just talking about coffee," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of defiance as you meet his gaze.

"Since you’ve been on Grey’s Anatomy, I’d wager your bank account is fatter than mine. So here’s the deal—wait for me in your apartment in five minutes. I’ll make the coffee, using your coffee machine," you respond with a confident chuckle, leaving Nicholas momentarily speechless.

"Bold of you to invite yourself over to make coffee in my apartment, but I’ll allow it. And it was General Hospital, not Grey’s Anatomy, but you got the idea." Nicholas steps back, giving you room to enter your boss's apartment. Just as you’re about to turn away, he adds with a playful smirk, "Five minutes. Don’t make me wait too long."

"Don't worry, I’ll be punctual. And no need to wait for me shirtless or anything—I’d still recognize you fully dressed. Though, it’s your house, your rules. If you feel like putting on another striptease, be my guest," you say, winking mischievously and flashing a sly smile, still facing him as you back toward the door of your boss’s apartment.

Nicholas, who had already opened the door to his own apartment, steps toward you. "Only if this time you join me," he says, lowering his face slightly to meet your gaze, his breath warm against your skin as your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

"Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas," you reply, holding his gaze, "don’t make offers you might regret later." A single step from either of you would close the gap between your lips, but neither dares to move. It’s too soon, you tell yourself, convincing your mind that perhaps he doesn’t even want to kiss you—that you’re imagining things. Yet, the undeniable tension in the air would be obvious to anyone.

He clears his throat, breaking the moment, and steps back, muttering, "I’ll be waiting," as he retreats into his apartment. You don’t respond, still caught in the whirlwind of thoughts about how much you wanted to know the taste of his lips. Only when the weight of the dog food bag starts straining your arms do you snap out of it, grab the apartment key, and step inside, all the while wondering how on earth you’re going to have coffee with Nicholas without throwing yourself at him.

[ribread03]

Our song III

M.stuniolo

Y/N finally arrives to LA and meets the triplets for the first time…

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Y/N POV

You're standing in front of the Philadelphia International Airport with your mom, dad, and younger brother. Today is the day that you fly out to meet the triplets, it's been in the works for a few weeks now. Hugging your mom bye you give her a kiss on the cheek before moving to your dad who whispers something in your ear, “don’t let them try anything on you, okay? I’ve seen the way they are in videos.”

“Dad I promise they aren’t like that,” you say with a soft chuckle, pulling away from his hug. You give your brother a small smile and do your signature handshake before grabbing all of your bags from the car.

“Be safe honey,” you hear your mom call out as you walk into the airport. You turn around mouthing a quick ‘I love you’ before walking all the way into the airport and finding where to check in.

The process of the airport was the same as every other time, waiting in line for them to check your bag and check your ticket and all that fun stuff. Now you're at your gate, it's about 30 minutes before boarding. You're sitting on your phone, texting Matt. The two of you have been texting everyday since you first got his number, playing iMessage games and just enjoying talking to each other.

It’s been about 45 ish minutes and your plane is finally ready for you to board. Shooting Matt a quick text that you are on the plane and sitting. You turn your phone on airplane mode, put your headphones in, play some music, and pull out one of your books so the flight goes by faster.

After 9 long very long hours flying across the country your plane had finally landed. Matt, Nick, and Chris-Matt- had gotten you a premium economy and you had enjoyed the flight as much as you could, spreading out and getting comfy. As soon as deboarding started you text Matt to let him know you're finally on the ground again and that you should be out in the next 30 ish minutes since you had to wait for your luggage.

Once you got off of the plane you made your way to baggage claim to pick up your suitcase. Scrolling on your phone and checking to see if you missed any important messages while in the air. You shoot your mom a quick text that you made it and that you are waiting for your bags now, and that you will text her as soon as you're on the way to the hotel.

The belt on the metal baggage claim starts to move, notifying you that your bag might be coming out soon. As you watch a few bags that aren’t your pass you finally spot yours coming your way. Picking up your bag you shoot a text to Matt saying that you have your bag and that you're heading out the doors.

As you're walking down the sidewalk you see three identical people standing a few yards ahead of you. You can’t help the big smile that spreads across your face as your feet pick up speed slightly. You make brief eye contact with Matt as you get closer to them.

“Hi!” You say with a big smile as you reach the three of them.

“I can’t believe you here!” Nick says pulling you into a close hug, warm and welcoming as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth.

“I know I can’t believe it either!” You say with a small squeal before pulling away from him and moving to Chris.

“Hi,” you say softly. Pulling him into a hug as well, lifting your heels slightly off the ground to reach up and over his neck. You aren’t short but the triplets took about 2 or 3 inches over you, giving them all a small height advantage.

“Hey,” Chris said back quietly, giving you the same warm and welcoming hug as Nick.

Chris was the one to pull away from you after a second. You look over to Matt and your eyes lock with his again, sending butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You take the two steps that Chris was away from him and he pulls you into a hug. His hug feels different then Nick and Chris’s, he feels like he's trying to make up for all the time that he couldn’t hug you before. His hands rest light on your lower back as he pulls always slightly, leaving your body’s touching as he speaks.

“Hey..” Matt's small smile never leaves his lips as he takes your face in for the first time in person.

You can't help the small tint of pink that forms on your cheeks as Matt stares down at you, “hi…” you say quietly, the butterflies that are set loose in your stomach make you completely forget where you're standing and that Nick and Chris are right next to the two of you.

Nick clears his throat loudly, catching both Matt and your attention, causing the two of you to pull apart. You look over at Nick, face flushed slightly from the small moment you just shared with Matt. “Sorry to break whatever that was up.. but we should get going” pointing towards their car behind him.

”Oh yeah” Matt says with a small nod, grabbing your suitcase from next to you and throwing it in the back before you can even say anything. He then comes around to the passenger side door and opens it for you, his cheeks flushed the same if not more than yours, “Chris said you can sit up front.” He says softly as you sit in the car.

”Thank you,” you say with a warm smile to Matt, thanking him for both putting your stuff in the back and for opening the door for you. Matt gives you a quick smile and nod before shutting the door and rounding the car to the other side to get into the driver's side.

“Your welcome” Matt says to one once he's in the car and buckled. “We are going to stop by the hotel and get you checked in and all of your stuff dropped off before we head back to the house.” Matt is starting to pull away from the airport as he's talking to you. Even though he can't one hundred percent you give him a quick nod and hum.

As Matt drove to the hotel he could feel you stealing glances his way. Making his stomach fill with nerves and him to become more flush than usual. It was about a 45 minute drive to the hotel from the airport.

As the drive continued you could feel your body becoming tired despite the clock reading 5:24 pm on the dash. You let out a few small yawns and eventually fell asleep with your head against the car window. Traveling has always taken a toll on you and the fact that your three time zones away from home is really messing you up. Chris noticed that you had fallen asleep causing Nick to snap a quick photo of you for the memories.

As Matt pulled into the hotel driveway he gently shook your leg, his hand on your knee. The gentle shaking of your leg had been enough to stir you awake, and before you knew it you were inside and checking into your hotel room. Nick and Chris had decided they would wait in the car while you and Matt went to put your bags up in your room.

“Your room is 328, take the elevator up to floor three and head to your right” The front desk person says in a monotone voice while sliding a key card across the desk.

“Okay, thank you” you say while taking the key card off of the counter and grabbing your smaller bag, as Matt insists that he carry your suitcase. If you would let Matt he would carry all of your bags, but you hated how that made you look so the two of you compromised.

The two of you walk to the elevator and you hit the up button, “What one?” You ask Matt randomly while pointing to the left elevator.

“Huh, what?” Matt asks, confused, looking at you with his eyebrows raised slightly.

“What elevator do you think is going to open? It’s a fun game I used to play with my mom…” you explain as quickly as you can so he can choose an elevator before they open. “Hurry!” You say with a small laugh as Matt points at the middle elevator, still confused.

As the elevator dings, the one you are pointing at opens. “I win!” You say with a small jump as you head into the elevator, hitting the number three.

“I didn't know this was a competitive game here,” Matt chuckles lightly as he pulls your suitcase into the elevator with him.

“Redemption round on the way back down?” You ask, looking over at Matt with a smile.

“Redemption round,” Matt gives you a firm head nod along with another chuckle.

As the elevator doors shut you watch as Matt closes his eyes tightly, “you good?” You ask concern laced in your voice.

“Mhm” Matt hums out. “Jus’ have a little fear of elevators” his voice is quiet as he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Oh, wanna take the stairs back down? We can have a redemption round another day” you ask confused on why Matt didn't say anything or even hint at not liking elevators.

“If you don’t mind” he asks with a small gulp.

“Not at all, plus it means more time with just you.” The last part of your sentence slips out before you can stop it. Making you blush and look away from Matt. Nervous and anxious butterflies fill your stomach as Matt takes in the words that you just spilled out.

“And more time with just you,” Matt says softly with a small grin. His own cheeks flushing at his words. His own nervous and anxious butterflies erupt in his stomach as the elevator finally dings as it opens up to the third floor.

You and Matt exit the elevator without saying another word and make your way to the right just like the front desk person said. You scan the doors as you look for your room number, finally your eyes land on 328. You stop in front of the door and pull the key card out of your pocket, unlocking and opening the door. You are floored with how nice the room looks.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” You whisper out as you take in the dark room. Matt flips on the lights of the room causing your jaw to drop even more. The room had a full kitchen, a big living room area with a big tv, an even bigger bed that looked like the comfiest thing you’ve laid eyes on in the last 12 hours. “You guys didn't have to get me such a nice room” you say softly, placing your bag down on the kitchen table, yes this room has a kitchen table.

“It’s no big deal really” Matt shrugs with his words and puts your suitcase under the kitchen table.

“It is a big deal, this place is amazing.” Your voice is soft as you take in the room. Matt lets out a small chuckle, following you as you peak your head into the bathroom. “Oh a bathtub! I'll be using that” you say with a small excited shimmy.

Matt lets out a genuine laugh at you little shimmy causing you to turn and face him. “What?” You ask tilting your head to the side slightly.

“Nothing, you're just funnier in person than online” Matt explains while shaking his head lightly.

“Oh, okay” you say with a small shrug, not exactly sure what he meant by that since you slept most of the time on the ride to the hotel.

“We should get going.” Matt states as he walks over to the door that leads back out into the hallway. You give him a small nod and walk towards him as he opens the door for you. You give him a quick thank you before heading down the hallway to the stairs.

The two of you make your way down the stairs and back out to the car with Nick and Chris. Matt opens your door for you once again and helps you into the car before shutting the door and rounding the car to the drivers side and pulling out of the hotel parking lot. You're not sure what’s happening between you and Matt but it's something, and you're not sure if it's just you that's feeling it.

AN: I have no clue if this is good or not, I hate writing people talking if you couldn’t tell. this is kind of a filler chapter towards the end, but i hope you enjoyed it anyways💋

Dividers @issysh3ll

[lirotation]

What do you think Astarion and your oc would do for the holidays from traditions to gifts?

In my HC right now, My CP is traveling to find a cure.

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Life on the road was never easy, but winter's harsh conditions made travel nearly impossible. They rented a small house on the edge of a town to wait out the season.

Days blurred together as they remained mostly in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, cherishing rare moments of uninterrupted intimacy.

Amaara, when the mood struck her, would weave delicate illusions to create seasonal decorations. Occasionally, she weaved playful roleplay scenarios, much to Astarion’s bemused delight.

On Winter Solstice, Amaara, raised in the traditions of the Elven court, insisted on observing the holiday. It was a sacred day of meditation and introspection—a time to reflect on the year and one’s place in the world.

Astarion, predictably, found the idea “mind-numbingly dull.”

“You’re wasting a perfectly good holiday,” he argued. “Embrace your human heritage. Feasts, indulgence, wine flowing like rivers—that’s the way to do it.”

The problem, of course, was that neither of them could cook and none of the stores were open. Their solution? A daring raid on the wealthiest household, from the ladder to the greenhouse. They successfully secured off-season vegetables, premium cured meats, fine cheese, and a bottle of exquisite wine.

In their small kitchen, he set to work with a knife, slicing everything with meticulous precision. By the time he was finished, Amaara was seated at the table.

“Can't believe I went stealing on Winter Solstice.” she murmured, raising an amused brow.

“I prefer to call it ‘reappropriating,’” Astarion replied with a dramatic flourish, pouring himself a glass of wine.

The fondue pot bubbled gently in the center of the table, filling the room with the rich, savory aroma of melted cheese. Astarion savored his wine as Amaara dipped slices of meat and vegetables into the pot, each bite bringing a contented smile to her face.

Later, she presented him with a custom-crafted cravat of blood-red silk, adorned with an intricate golden pin. The enchantment she’d imbued within it would keep him warm, no matter how harsh the winter cold.

Astarion, in turn, gifted her a finely crafted utility belt designed to hold more health potions—a necessity given how often she seemed to get hurt on their travels. As she explored its compartments, her fingers brushed against a folded parchment tucked away in one of the pouches. Unfolding it, she discovered a handwritten love letter penned in Elvish. His cursive was elegant, each stroke deliberate, showing the care he had put into his words.

They went to bed and she gave him his fill. For the rest of the night, they stayed entwined, the storm raging outside their sanctuary. In their quiet, private world, the holiday was celebrated with warmth and the comfort of simply being together.

[suku-enthusiasts]

Sorcerer Sukuna (one shots series)

main masterlist - Drunk Nights... Part One🅴

❛ ❜ sukuna ryomen x f!reader || sorcerer au

cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. slight hurt/trauma. smut . anxiety.

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One thing about Sukuna? The man could drink like a cursed god and still string together full sentences, even after half a bottle of scotch. Most nights, he stayed composed—stoic, teasing, a heavy-lidded smirk hiding everything beneath. But tonight... tonight was not most nights.

It was Friday. After a long week at Jujutsu High, Satoru was in a good mood—dangerously good. So he did what Gojo Satoru does: he rented out a private karaoke lounge, ordered way too much premium meat, and bought everyone top-shelf alcohol like he had unlimited money (he does).

At first, Sukuna dragged his heels about it. He tugged on your sleeve, murmuring in that deep voice of his, “Let’s just go home. You can sit on my face, and I’ll hum a better tune than anything they’ll sing in there.”

You’d snorted, pushed him inside, and said, “You’ll live. Or you’ll be entertained watching Satoru lose all sense of pitch control.” But three hours, nine sojus, seven beers, and nine double scotches later, Sukuna had both arms around Suguru and Satoru, swaying off-key to some song that was meant to be rock but was devolving into shouting and laughter. Satoru had a mic in one hand and a bottle of sake in the other. Nanami, despite claiming this was “not his thing,” had an arm slung around Ino, and was halfway to belting the chorus of a 90s ballad that made Shoko cry-laugh.

You and Shoko—by far the most sober—watched from the side, both of you sipping your drinks in silence, too stunned to interrupt. And Sukuna?

He was grinning. Arms crossed now, his face flushed, standing off to the side and watching the chaos unfold with a deep, raspy laugh that sent butterflies straight through your stomach. You reached for your phone. Snapped a photo. Then another. And when he turned and smiled—really smiled—at you?

You captured it. A toothy, uninhibited grin. A moment of pure joy. A photo that would live on your phone forever. “Hey!” he shouted across the room. “If you’re gonna stalk me like that, you better get that sexy ass over here.” You shook your head, but stood and made your way over. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You better post the good ones. And come sit on my lap while you’re at it.”

“Behave,” you whispered with a smile, raising your phone. He leaned in, resting his head beside yours, both of you smiling wide as you snapped the picture. Then he kissed your cheek—loudly, sloppily—and you caught that too. “Ohhhh my god, they’re soooo cute,” Gojo sang from across the room, swaying dramatically into Suguru’s shoulder. “Aren’t they so cute?” You laughed, cheeks warming. “I think it’s time we head out,” you muttered, patting Sukuna’s chest. He leaned in again, breath hot on your neck. “If only they knew how cute you look when my cock’s buried in your throat. Or when I go full cursed form and you ride both of them like a good little—”

“SUKUNA!” you hissed, grabbing his arm, face blazing. He was absolutely, devastatingly wasted.

Time to go.

“Okay, everybody! We’re gonna head out,” you announced, waving with one hand while the other dragged your drunk fiancé away. He blew a dramatic kiss to the room like he was an idol exiting the stage. “Come on, superstar,” you muttered, but your thighs were already clenching at the sheer filth he whispered. The second you got him in the car, his hand slid up your thigh. “You smell edible,” he growled, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Down, boy,” you snapped, swatting his hand. “You’re drunk.”

“Drunk shmunk,” he mumbled, eyes heavy. “Let me taste you just a little.”

“Not when you’re seeing in fours.”

When you got home, you helped him out of his jacket, tugged off his boots, and led him into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He was already shirtless, muscles rippling as he yawned like a lazy lion. “I’m fine,” he said, stepping into the shower and groaning as the water hit him. You rolled your eyes and turned to leave—until you heard it. “Fuuuuuck, yes baby,” he moaned. You spun around to find him openly stroking himself under the spray, eyes lidded, face flushed. “Sukuna!”

“Don’t stop me,” he huffed. “I’m thinking about those photos. And your thighs. And your little moans when I’m—”

“Sukuna.” He pouted, but you walked out, grabbed your pajamas, and returned just to wash your face. You were halfway through your routine when—

“Please, baby?” he groaned again, eyes practically begging. Your resolve cracked. One look at him, wet, hard, and that ridiculously hot grin?

Gone. You dropped your clothes. He slid the shower door open, arms wrapping around you immediately, lifting you like you weighed nothing.

In seconds, you were pinned to the wall, his cock sliding inside of you in one deep, claiming thrust. “Fuck,” you both moaned. He didn’t hold back.

The alcohol stripped his filter completely—his groans were loud, raw, needy. “Gonna fill you up,” he gasped, thrusting harder. “Gonna fuck a baby into you. You’re gonna carry my heir. Be my queen. My fuckin’ wife—mine.” You moaned loudly as his fangs grazed your shoulder, piercing your skin just enough to draw blood—and then his tongue was there, healing it, licking it, claiming it. “S-Sukuna,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders. “Use your RCT—sober yourself—”

“Don’t wanna,” he whined, voice low and broken. “Not when you feel this fuckin’ good.”

He slammed into you, hips snapping, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing fast, desperate circles. “I’m gonna cum—cum for me, baby—now—”

You came hard, your body shaking against his, and the second he felt your cunt clench, he groaned and spilled into you with full-body tremors, holding you tight as he buried himself deep, filling you with thick, hot ropes of cum. He didn’t let go. He cradled you like glass.

“Let me clean you,” he whispered, still inside you. You barely noticed when his two extra arms appeared, holding you up gently while the other two lathered a rag with soap and water, washing your back, your thighs, your stomach. “My Queen,” he murmured into your ear. “We’ll rule the world. Fill the land with our love.” You chuckled, kissing his temple. “Yes, my King.”

Afterward, wrapped in towels, you helped him into his boxers, tucked him into bed, then crawled in beside him.

He pulled you into his chest, breath warm in your hair. “Never thought I could love,” he murmured. “But I do. I love you.”

“I love you too, Kuna,” you whispered, kissing his cheek, and then you both drifted to sleep.

When Sukuna woke the next morning, the bed beside him was empty, but the smell of coffee and sizzling eggs led him to the kitchen. He picked up his phone, you’d tagged him in a post.

“My handsome hunk 😍” 📸 Sukuna laughing, arms crossed, face flushed 📸 A selfie of him kissing your cheek 📸 You both smiling so hard it made your eyes close

He blinked at it. Chuckled. Then his phone buzzed.

Shoko:

Thought you’d like this, you big softie. 📸 Sukuna with his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder, grinning like a fool in love.

Sukuna: 🖕🏻 thanks

He stared at the picture for a long time, then changed his lock screen, as he stood there, smiling like a lunatic, his reflection in the black screen of his phone looked back at him. "A fool," he whispered with a grin. "A fool in love." And happily so.

[putschki1969]

Get Ready for Kalafina on Anisong Premium Radio

DOWNLOAD the FULL EPISODE HERE (MP3 ~50MB) Added it to my "Kalafina Media Appearances" folder. What a blessing to finally be able to update that folder again!!

Wahhhhh, we got another group shot of the girls promoting their upcoming radio appearance (Source & Source & Source & Source & Source & Source & Source) and this time, it's so freaking cute!! I can't handle this!!! Absolutely adorable💙🖤🤍🥹

It’s been 6 years since Kalafina appeared on radio together🥳 Before their comeback performance next year, a 2 hour special will be aired on radio✨ You can listen LIVE on the “NHKラジオ らじる★らじる”WEBSITE HERE. However, you will need VPN to access since it is region-blocked. There’s also an “NHKラジオ らじる★らじる” app which you can download but again, VPN is required!📱 📻Screen-recording is not possible on the app so I will have to figure out a way to record the stream on the webbrowser. Hopefully it will work. Usually you can download archived radio programs on the site Radiko,jp (VPN required) but this particular program only seems to be available for premium users

Date/Time: 12/31 (Tue) 14:00~ 16:00 Radio Channel: NHK-FM MCs: Oishi Masayoshi, Asada Haruna Link: https://www.nhk.jp/p/rs/X7W4K87Q2K/

Will try to post some live updates during the broadcast but it depends on the stability of my stream/VPN〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

We are starting strong with ♪heavenly blue♪ BGM!!

Hearing them together just introducing themselves is special *sobs* Wakana says she was a bit nervous when they first started rehearsing because it had been so long but then it was like riding a bike, everything came back immediately when they were in the midst of it. Keiko was once again reminded of the difficulty of singing Kalafina songs, it was bot a refreshing as well as an exhausting feeling. Hikaru felt happy to hear this unique music resound again that can only be created with their three voices.

One big change everyone commented on was Hikaru's hair XD

The girls were as moved by their first pictures together as their fans. Seeing themselves together was a precious feeling and reminded them that Kalafina was still a thing.

1st Memorable Song of Kalafina's Historia is ♪oblivious♪ chosen by Wakana and Hikaru. Wakana chose it because of its special place in their discography (being their debut song and all). Hikaru chose it because it was the first song she listened to back then when she wasn't a member yet and considered applying at the audition. Her initial reaction was that her voice was completely unsuitable for this sort of music :P Nonetheless, she gave the audition a try and the rest is history.

Keiko brought some old music sheets with her. She still keeps them all from back them and always brings them to rehearsals.

2nd Memorable Song of their Historia is ♪seventh heaven♪ chosen by Keiko because of the way it beautifully connects all of their voices for the very first time.

Impromptu acappella session before they air the song. Naturally they decided to do ♪storia♪ which has always been their go-to song for this sort of stuff. They are accompanied by the host's acoustic guitar. People will complain about Wakana's voice or whatever but I don't care, shut up! This is not the time and place! It was perfect😭

3rd Memorable Song of their Historia is ♪Lacrimosa♪ chosen by Wakana and Keiko. It was a turning point for them since back then, it was decided that they would actually get to continue as a proper group and not be disbanded after Kara no Kyokai. Also, according to Keiko, the 8/6 time signature makes it very special. The host adds some technical trivia about time signatures and such and praises the complexity of the song.

4th Memorable Song is ♪Ongaku♪ chosen by Hikaru and Keiko. For Keiko it's such a great song because of Wakana's cool solo moment (Super!Wakana😂) where she gathers all of her strength and courage to stand in the center to belt out those high notes while being cheered on by Keiko and Hikaru. And then it's nice to see how proud Wakana is of herself when she did a good job. Hikaru picked it because it's a live staple and basically their "engine". It raises the tension and gives them power. Parts of the lyrics are also the inspiration for their infamous "maiyaiya" which they always do before every live.

Their 5th song is ♪Magia♪ (also picked by Keiko and Hikaru). The hosts are very excited about it. The impact of the song is so strong that they had no choice but to choose it. It makes you really feel like you are going crazy just like Mami from Puella Magi Madoka Magica (マミられてる). The host says it's such a traumatic experience to listen to it. The jarring difference between the cute visuals of the anime and the dark vibe of the ending is mind-blowing.

6th song is ♪to the beginning♪ chosen by Wakana because of the memorable MV shoot. They had a very unusual catering with lots of fried food. The katsudon Wakana ate back then remains one of the best she's ever had. She typically doesn't even eat a lot of fried food but that was an exception. So incidentally, the MV is probably the only time fans will have ever seen the way Wakana looks after she's eaten something like this (fantastic if you ask me :P). Keiko adds that this is also their most popular song when they perform overseas. Nothing gets their overseas audiences as hyped as this song.

7th song is ♪ring your bell♪ chosen by all of them. It was very challenging for Wakana due to the speed and high notes (lots of talk about her f# and the shark necklace she designed as merch). Waaaahhh, another impromptu acappella session. I think they really nailed that part of "ring your bell" and I'm usually not even a huge fan of the song. Wakana did so well on her high note but then immediately deflated (poor girl) while Keiko and Hikaru continued for a bit. LOL.

8th (and last) song of their Historia was chosen by the host Oishi. He picked ♪Alleluia♪ because it left such a huge impression as the final song of their 10th Anniversary Live. Wakana loves it because of its link to their origin Kara no Kyokai and the moving lyrics. it also showcases many new facets of Kalafina.

Afer finishing the Historia corner, it's time for Special Anisong Corner" where everyone introduces their favourite anisong. Oishi appears to be a really big Kalafina fan and says that the anisong world wouldn't be the same without them. He says they are a true treasure for this genre.[YES, THEY ARE!!!!!]

Wakana picks "Mononoke Hime". It was one of the songs she would always perform together with her mother (on piano) when she was a kid. Coming as a surprise to no one, Keiko picks "Anpanman's March" from Anpanman. She's always been such a huge fan of the anime. Hikaru picks "Card Captor Sakura"'s "Platina" because she has always been a huge fan of Clamp (especially "Magic Knight Rayearth" with the main character also being named Hikaru).

Last corner is Oishi introducing a recent anisong that he wants everyone to listen to. He picks the OP "Lilac" by Mrs. GREEN APPLE for the anime titled "Boukyaku Battery".

And that's a wrap. Fitting BGM with ♪into the world♪ Wakana is happy, excited and feels super grateful about the upcoming Kalafina live. Keiko feels so happy to get to meet the other two on a regular basis for preparations and rehearsals. It's a blessing to see all those meetings in her schedule and it immediately cheers her up. Hikaru is also grateful to be able to finally sing all those songs together with the other two and have unique "conversations" with the audience that couldn't be possible if it were just herself.

Not a single mention of Yuki Kajiura during these entire two hours, lots of people are commenting on that. I'll leave that info here without really adding anything to it. It's par for the course I guess, I don't blame them for it...

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Power Couple: The Aftermath (Roman Reigns)

When the Tribal Chief falls, no one helps him back up better than you do. Set after the epic main event of Wrestlemania XL.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Warnings: Excess fluff and of course, smut.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Yes, I'm still in my feelings, and there was only one pairing I could properly convey my feelings with, because this has also been their story all along. For new readers, I strongly suggest reading the first two one-shots before delving into this one. Hope you enjoy!

Banner made by me. Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs

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1,316 days.

All wiped away with three slaps of the referee’s hand to the hard canvas.

Even after Cody rolled away from him, Roman could not move. Hell, he couldn’t breathe. Not when the air had been punched out of his lungs, literally and figuratively. It was only when Dwayne pulled him out of the ring by his pants leg that his body managed to kickstart itself into some sort of motion. And even then, all he could do was turn his head to look back and watch as Cody celebrated in the ring with his wife Brandi, holding his title belt aloft for the whole world to behold as the ultimate symbol of his victory. 

It should have been you and him up there. It should have been him. Again. But it wasn’t. Because the one time he got careless in battle, it cost him everything. Throwing years of hard work down the drain.

And it made him sick to his stomach.

The sound of ‘Kingdom’ blaring through the Lincoln Financial Field Stadium was torture to the former champion’s ears. His legs felt like lead as he dragged his battered body up the ramp, ignoring Dwayne’s baseless, performative complaints about nothing, as he put distance to the tableau of triumph of his opponent. The weight of this defeat was heavy, suffocating even, and he was desperate to get the fuck out of there, to get out of Philadelphia, out of Pennsylvania and all its environs. As he reached the top of the vast WrestleMania stage, pain surged through his abdomen, forcing him to recoil into himself and double over in pain. 

His Wise Man noticed his plight and paused to observe his charge. "My Tribal Chief, are you alright? Do you need-"

Roman shook his head. "I'm fine,” he snapped, willing himself to keep walking until he made it past the curtain. He leaned against the wall and bent over, resting his hands on his knees.

“What can I do, my Tribal Chief?” Paul implored.

“Just…get my wife on the bus and make sure everything’s ready to go. I’ll be there soon."

“Right away my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied eagerly, scurrying off to do as he was told.

It was a good long minute before Roman managed to pull himself back upright, staggering towards his locker room. Walking was so hard, his body hurt so much, but none of it hurt as much as the gut punch of failure. Much worse than any of the bumps he took was the shame, the disappointment engulfing him; so much so that he couldn’t bear to look anyone else in the eye right now.

Because he had failed everyone who cared about him.

He had failed you.

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All good things come to an end. That’s how the saying goes, right? The interesting part of that was that on the surface, it was a throwaway little trope, harmless and benign, until something that meant a great deal to you got taken away in the blink of an eye, or in this case, a three-count. The moment the bell signaled the pinfall that confirmed your husband's time as the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion had come to an end, you knew he would never be the same again.

It wasn't unlike Roman to be a little on edge weeks before a big premium live event. And given the nature of the two main event matches he was locked in for the fortieth annual WrestleMania, you expected he would be grouchy. But this time around seemed different, and not in a good way. He’d been surly towards everybody, including you. He disappeared for hours working out obsessively. He’d even thrown out a female member of the press who had dared to boo him at the press conference on Saturday night. Now, despite the final match of the weekend concluding nearly an hour ago, Roman was yet to return to his tour bus. That only meant one thing; he was not taking this defeat well, and it was up to you to lift him up, like you always did.

When you found the door boasting your husband's name, Heyman was outside, pacing back and forth. The Undisputed title, which you had grown accustomed to seeing on his shoulders on behalf of his Tribal Chief, was missing; a stark, prickly reminder of the outcome of tonight’s proceedings. 

"That bad, huh?" you asked, reading the Wise Man’s expression in a second. In fact, he looked on the verge of tears, his shoulders sagging with despair. The weekend had taken an emotional toll on him, too.

"He won’t come out," he informed you, his usually confident voice shaky and helpless. “He won’t let anyone in and he won’t speak to anyone…”

You raised your index finger to cut him off. "Correction, he won’t speak to anyone that’s not me," you stated, shooting him a warm smile, one among countless others you had shared with him since burying the hatchet after years of friction between you. "Go be with your family, Paul. I’ll handle my husband.”

“He’s my family, too,” he declared softly, the conviction in what you used to call his beady eyes, palpable and heartbreaking, “Both of you are.”

Touched and at a loss for words, you could only look on as he turned around slowly and made the lonely walk down the hallway. Turning back to the locker room door, you sucked a breath between your teeth and blew it out, mentally preparing to confront this task head-on.

You knocked timidly and stuck your head inside. If Roman was in as foul a mood as Paul let on, even you did not want to be there. It had taken a few unfortunate incidents over the years for you to learn that even a kiss from his wife wasn't enough when he got too stressed. It never stopped you from trying, though. Kissing was one of your favorite things to do with him after all.

"Knock, knock," you called out softly, listening for signs of movement as you stepped inside and closed the door. The room that was bustling just a few hours ago was now stripped bare and cloaked in dead quiet. It was an eerie contrast to the majestic, sweeping grandiosity that encompassed his entrance to the ring tonight. “Babe?”

Venturing further inside the room, you found him on the couch, his strong, broad back to you, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. An open bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the coffee table in front of him. His ula fala was draped over the headrest, where his title belt would surely have been. 

This was the reality no one warned you about after a monumental loss. It plunged you into a cold, dark abyss, wrought with biting silence and dreary loneliness now that the show was over and the lights were no longer bright. The what ifs, buts and maybes crooning in your ear like a morbid symphony. It was an experience all too familiar to you unfortunately, and recently, too; you and your husband had traveled down this terrible road following the tragic miscarriage of your son in the summer of 2022.

Stepping in front of him, you wiggled into his personal space and made yourself at home on his lap. Gently wrapping your arms around him, you sighed with relief when he instantly melted into you and his huge arms enveloped your waist, holding on to you like his life depended on it. 

“My baby,” you cooed soothingly, the sound of your lips meeting the side of his head piercing through the emptiness of the locker room. “My love.” 

The audible hitch of his breath at your soft words was expected. In the course of your lifetime, those two little phrases had garnered a poignant significance. As words of comfort and solace first uttered by your mother when you were a child, you murmured those words regularly to Roman between sweet, playful kisses when he was courting you, basking in the bliss of newfound love, and again as part of your wedding vows as you became man and wife. They were the first words you whispered to Laleia the first time she was placed in your arms. They were the words that you had cried yourself to sleep with as you mourned the baby boy you had lost. You and Roman had seen each other at your absolute best and worst, and now, in the isolation of this room, with just the two of you and nobody else, this was another bad moment you had to overcome.

“On Matt’s birthday, too,” Roman finally spoke, wiping at his nose with a sniffle. “Fuck, man.”

“I know,” you replied, running your hand comfortingly up and down his upper arm. As he met your gaze at last, you saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing him like this broke your heart afresh. You held him as close as possible, willing all his pain and his hurt into your soul, wanting nothing more than to take it all away.

"I fucked up," he breathed, his voice raw and choked with misery, "I fucked up out there, babe...I let Dwayne down...I let y'all down. I lost the title and I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what? Over thirteen hundred days as champion?" you countered, "Nine WrestleMania main events? Billions of dollars in revenue? A roof over your child's head and three square meals a day? One loss will never wipe any of that away, don't ever get it twisted."

He exhaled tiredly as he hugged you tighter, resting his head on your shoulder. "I really wish I felt that way right now," he mumbled.

"It'll take some time, but you will," you asserted, running his fingers through his loose hair before tugging it lightly, making him look at you again. "Roman, you changed the industry, just like you said you would when we started this. No one will ever, ever forget what you've done these past four years. Be proud of all of it. You've been through so much, you sacrificed too much to not be proud."

Roman nodded in understanding. He just wished he didn't feel so down. "Baby, I...I want you to know how sorry I am. I know how much you wanted this. And I've been such a dick to you lately-"

You kissed your teeth and waved his apology away. "Nah. That don't matter no more. And I don't care that you didn't win. All I care about is you being safe when you're out there. Being healthy for our family and our daughter, who will be very happy to have her Daddy home, by the way. So we took an L. Okay, we'll only come back stronger. We had one bad night. Guess what? I plan on giving you a better morning, if you know what I mean." You rounded off your words with a wink, your heart blooming when he chuckled in response. "See, there's that smile I love so much. Keep your head up, baby. You did so good tonight. I couldn't be more proud of you."

Roman leaned into you, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in and filling his head with your scent. It was like breathing fresh air. “I love you, Y/N. I love you with all of my heart. I don’t deserve you, I never have.”

The tears you'd been fighting all night resurfaced, but you blinked them away as you captured his lips with yours, your hand sliding over the back of his neck. He clung to you, a different emotion quickly overtaking him as he returned your kiss with a bit of aggression, his tongue whipping hungrily against yours, savoring your mouth as though he was tasting it for the very first time. You surrendered to his every whim, your other hand raking through his hair then caressing gently down to his chest, resting your palm over the spot where his heart pumped for you. You could feel how much he needed this moment of intimacy, and you had no qualms giving him anything he asked for.

With one quick tug of your legs, Roman had you straddling him on the couch, bringing you chest to chest with your lush backside resting on his growing bulge. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath, then sealed your mouths again, his tongue invading, probing, a moan rumbling in his chest when you matched his energy, the emotions take over this loving embrace. He could never get enough of you, of the passion that overwhelmed him by your mere presence, immersing him in a love and gratitude he would always feel for you no matter what state of mind he was in.

Eventually, you pulled away from each other, breathless, panting, lips glistening with each other’s saliva. His heart raced at the familiar gleam in your darkened eyes. You weren’t done with him, not just yet, and this was confirmed as you slowly slid off him and sank to your knees between his spread thighs, pushing the front of his shirt up to expose his newly honed six-pack abs.

“Do you know how fucking hot you looked tonight, Daddy?” you purred to him, leaning in to run your tongue over the ridges of muscle on his taut belly. “Last night? All week? Do you have any idea of all the nasty shit I’m gonna do to you on the bus?”

Roman’s dick jumped in his joggers as his imagination ran wild. He squirmed in his seat, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth as your tongue lapped at his belly, your mouth warm on his skin, all while you rubbed the fullness of his bulge straining eagerly against your touch. “Baby girl…” he choked out, as your fingers peeled the waistband of his pants, unveiling his big, beautiful brown dick. 

“Hmm, commando. I like it,” you commented with a smirk, curling your fist around his turgid length.

“Babe, wait…ain’t Paul outside?”

“I sent him home. Plus, won't be the first time he's seen me suck you off.” Your small hand massaged his blunt, plum-shaped head as you licked a trail along the underside of his dick, enjoying the gasps of pleasure that he made. Licking up the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip, your mouth opened wider to take him in. He stared you down with an intense look in his dark irises, which soon fluttered shut as your lips wrapped tight around his flesh, his stomach tensing as he felt himself slide deeper inside. “Awww, fuuuck,” he moaned.

Pulling back for a second, you held his lust-filled stare and stroked his dick a little harder, giggling when it twitched in your grip. A defiant look clouded your eyes as you licked at his tip before pushing him back into your mouth. It was enough for him to nut by just watching you, the visual of your lips sliding slowly up and down his length, that sexy mouth of yours making sweet love to his dick. It felt so good that he sank further into the plush leather of the couch, his head rolling back lazily against the headrest, his toes curling inside his brand new Air Reigns sneakers. All the pain and punishment his body had endured tonight melted away and was replaced with much more pleasurable sensations.

“I love the way you suck my dick, wifey,” he praised you, forcing himself to observe you through his barely open eyelids. “Mmm, that slutty little mouth is warm as fuck…You so sexy, baby, keep lookin’ up at me like that...” 

His raspy growls had you glancing back up at him, batting your pretty eyelashes as you sucked him off. Wetness pooled between your thighs at his famished expression. Completely aroused, you picked up the pace as your hands and your mouth worked in tandem, sucking and stroking his dick, pleasuring him from tip to base. His breathing became heavier as he throbbed against your tongue, his hands finding the back of your head as he got lost in the paradise of your warm, wet mouth. 

“Damn, baby. I bet that pussy leakin’ for me right now. You gettin’ wet sucking Daddy off, beautiful?” he taunted, his tongue swishing over his bottom lip at the same time your tongue swirled around the base of his shaft. The little moan that escaped your throat told him he was right. Of course he was; he knew his wife better than anybody else. “Good girl. Keep goin', I want that pussy extra wet. I’ma lick all that shit up when we get on the bus.”

With another soft moan, you crawled closer to his body and bore down on him, bobbing your head up and down that long, fat cock. Scooping your hair up into his large fist for leverage, Roman rocked his hips upwards from his seated position, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat to take him deeper, moaning around his dick and letting him know how much you were enjoying him fucking your face. You rolled his balls in your hand, caressing the heavy, tightened sac to send him over the edge. It was working, as he began thrusting faster, his husky groans of pleasure amplifying as he neared his release.

“Unnnhh, baby, here it comes…Fuck, open your mouth,” he gasped, not waiting for you to do so as he yanked you by your hair to free himself from your intoxicating mouth. You quickly opened wide as he grabbed his cock and jerked it desperately against your tongue. He caught sight of the glazed-over quality of your gaze, and he knew that your panties were completely ruined, your pussy dripping with your need for him. He planned to take care of that very soon.

It was a show more spectacular than Mania, the sight of his gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, his head thrown back, eyes rolled to the heavens as his orgasm washed over his big body. Your moans harmonized together with each spasm of his cum down your throat, making you swallow every drop he unleashed. His grip on your hair was tight and almost painful, but you were turned on anyway, aroused by the knowledge that no one brought him to this state of paramount pleasure like you did. Licking your lips, you scooped him back into your mouth to clean him up, released him with a soft pop when you finished, and tucked him back inside the confines of his joggers. You giggled as he stared dazedly at the ceiling, licking his lips to catch his breath, his big frame slack and helpless as he recovered from the intense orgasm.

"Goddamn, baby...Shit," he groaned.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stood up and sat back on his lap, welcoming the gentle press of his mouth to yours in a sweet, grateful kiss. “You feel better, Daddy?” you asked.

"Much better. I needed that so much. Thanks, baby," he smiled up at you, his stomach doing flips as you smiled back. He truly was the luckiest man in the world.

“Mm-hmm. Luckily, there’s more where that came from,” you assured him with another kiss before getting to your feet and pulling him up to his. “Come on, Daddy. Let's go home. We got a toddler to take care of. We'll figure out all the other stuff when it's time."

He nodded in agreement and squeezed your hand. “Okay, baby. Home it is.”

A new chapter in your story had been opened tonight, and the path ahead seemed uncertain and even scary. But you both took pride in the fact that as long as you kept writing it together, your love story was going to remain as beautiful as it already was.

But make no mistake about it; Roman Reigns was going to rule the wrestling world again. That was one story that was never going to end.

THE END

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Thoughts? How sappy was this😢Was quite cathartic for me, loved writing it.

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting!

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Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 24 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there. Awkwardly translated smut ahead

NSFW, MINORS DNI

As though he was training me in some way, he had me commit pleasure to memory…

Tonight was no exception and Roger was once again toying with me in his bed.

Roger: …What do you wanna do, Kate? Wanna go all the way tonight?

His fingers suddenly stopped and his words made the pit of my stomach clench from being teased thoroughly.

(But he’s been teasing me this whole time. Surely he’ll do the same tonight…)

Kate: You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you? Why are you doing this?

Roger: I’ve told you. I’m big, so it’s not gonna fit ‘til you get used to it.

His fingers sank back into where they were earlier.

The wet sounds made me want to cover my ears in embarrassment, so instead, I wrapped my arms around Roger’s neck.

Kate: Ahhnn, aaa…haaa

Roger: You’re so wet. Look, you can feel it, can’t you.

Kate: Aaahh…I can…So take your fingers out already…

Roger: Can’t. Gonna stay here ‘til you tell me you wanna go all the way. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum with just my fingers.

Kate: No…Aaahhh.

My vision was blinded by pleasure and I could feel my slick flowing down my thighs.

(It feels so good…I might pass out if I lose focus)

(But I wonder if he’ll deny me again)

My heart pounded, wanting more.

(What will happen when he fills me up…)

(Not with his fingers, but something more…If this misery could be filled with Roger’s touch—)

When I imagined it, my breathing intensified and my body felt like it was melting inside.

Kate: I…want to finish with you… Ah…Please…fill me up completely.

Roger: Pfft…haha…You’re really…

My body trembled when he pulled his fingers out.

Roger: Finally got you to say it.

He brought my hand to his lower half

(…)

My whole body flushed when I felt the mass nearly bursting out of his pants.

Roger: Been like this for a while. Been holding back for a long time now.

Kate: It’s your own fault.

Roger: Haha, true. But there’s a reason why. Wanted to hear you say “I want this.”

(If that’s true, then I fell right into Roger’s trap)

Kate: …You’ll take full responsibility, right? After all, I’ve learned so many things that make me feel good. I can’t go back to my old life, and I can’t live without you…

(It’s frustrating, but…I want this so bad…)

With my whole face feeling hot, I bit my lip and Roger’s shoulders shook.

Roger: How simple and cute can you get? Haaa…This must be what love is. Neglect, teasing, training…We’re gonna have a lotta fun from here on out.

Kate: You’re the worst bully and pervert!

Roger: Haha, don’t pout. Besides …I’m also at my limit.

He lowered his voice, as if luring me into a world of obscenities. 

Roger had been holding back for a long time…you could tell by his voice.

Kate: Looks like I wasn’t the only one being denied here, so you’re forgiven.

Roger: If you’re in a forgiving mood…then forgive me for this sin too.

Roger opened his shirt, pulled out his belt, and reached for his pants.

He guided my hand to the breathtaking mass.

It was hot, and when I wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it throbbing under my touch…

Despite how monstrous it looked, it was oddly lovely.

Roger: …Oh?

Roger examined my face and finally smiled.

Kate: W-what is it?

Roger: I just get happy when I see how you look when you want something. I finally get to satisfy you, so look forward to it.

Kate: I get so embarrassed when you say things like that.

Roger: You say that, but you love being put in embarrassing situations, don’t you?

Roger’s face hovered over me as he pushed me down on the bed.

He parted my legs and rubbed himself along my wet folds.

Kate: Haaa…aaah…you’re teasing me again?

Roger: Mnnn…As much as I like teasing you, it’s not that. I definitely don’t want you to feel pain. So…haaa…Gotta coat myself with your slick first…

His somewhat needy voice tickled my chest sweetly, and the pleasure increased simultaneously with my heartbeat.

Kate: Nnn, haaa…aaahhh…

Roger: Hey now, don’t rock your hips like that…or it’ll slip in.

Kate: But the wetter I get you, the faster we’ll be one…Mnnn…

Roger: What you said just now is unfair.

The obscene sound of my overflowing slick resounded as the tip of his heat sank in.

Kate: Haaa, aaaahhh…

I gasped at his size when he entered in one stroke.

Roger: …Ha…You okay?

Kate: I’m…fine…so please move.

Roger: Yeah, I’m going…

Roger pushed further inside.

Kate: Haa…Ahhhh….

Roger: Kate…relax. Breathe.

But even with his voice in my ear, I couldn’t do what he said.

As I bit my lip at the pressure I had never experienced before, a hot touch parted my lips.

Kate: Mmph…

A sudden gulp of air caused sweet moans to escape.

Kate: Haaa, nnnn, aahh, Roger…it’s so hot inside…

Roger: Yeah, I’ll fill you to the hilt. 

As Roger moved his hips, he held my head and kissed me…

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked against him. And then—

Kate: Haa, aaahhh…!

I wrapped my arms around his neck the moment he bottomed out.

Kate: Nnn…are you…

Roger: Yeah, I’m all the way in. You did well, Kate.

Because he was so big, it was like I could feel him against my belly as he stretched me out to my limit.

But it satisfied me in a way that his fingers or tongue couldn’t…Words couldn’t describe how happy I felt.

Roger: But it doesn’t end here…You wanna feel good, don’t you?

Those words alone made me ache with lust, as if trying to catch the apex of my heat.

Kate: Yes…Please Roger, I want more.

Roger: I’ll satisfy you as much as you want.

His strong back rolled.

My nails scratched at his back as he thrusted again and again—

We exchanged heat countless times until we finally buried our heads in a pillow in exhaustion, a reddish-brown dyeing the sky. 

—We welcomed the true dawn as we embraced each other, as naked as the day we were born.

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24 . . . “ service, pleasure, and the exposed mirror ”

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—— BG: Alfons’ room, with the cloth of the mirror covered ——

(Ah...)

His fragrance became more prominent then.

The moment I felt that, my body felt hot.

Alfons: You won’t say something like how you’ll hold back tonight, will you?

The one who was supposed to be ‘holding back’ was me.

That was my intention, at least...

Kate: ngh——...hah, ahh...

Our lips met, and the moment his hands started to trace my body,

I felt more sensitive than I had ever felt before, and panicking at my reaction to that, I raised my voice.

Kate: ——ah, wait��

But, the voice that slipped out of me served as nothing but spice to heighten the mood.

After all, my body was saying otherwise, that it didn’t want to ‘wait.’

The way he fondled my breasts was more than enough.

And how he lifted my skirt to caress my thighs was all that was needed.

(It feels hot... in all the places Alfons touches...)

The tips of my breasts and below my stomach felt so hot it almost hurt as they throbbed in anticipation.

Alfons: Aha... did you feel that even more than usual with how long it’s been?

Kate: ...m...hm...

I tried my hardest to nod——and his lips curved up in a crescent shape.

Kate: ah...

As though I were sent flying, I collapsed on the bed and he took off my clothes in a careless motion.

Whenever Alfons made love to me, he was always gentle like he was comforting or lulling me——

So when I thought about how this was different from the times we did it up until now, that was enough to fill me with excitement and make my body feel even more hot.

Kate: haa... hah... ah—

Alfons: Ahh... it really is the case. I haven’t even touched aaanywhere on you,

A: but see, your nipples, and here as well, they’re quite swollen now.

Kate: Eek—

When his fingers mischievously flicked that point between my legs, my back jumped.

Then, he lifted my legs like my body was folding——

Alfons: Can you see it? See, it’s twitching here, like it’s begging for me to put it in quickly.

Kate: no...

Alfons: But what a pickle, indeed. At this rate I fear you won’t be able to give me any service.

As though teasing me, those fingers tickled and fondled with that wet spot.

(I want Alfons to touch me more.)

It was just as Alfons said: I wanted his heat deep in me.

(But... at this rate I will be the only one feeling good, and I don’t want that.)

(This time, for sure...)

I don’t want to be the only one drowning in these convenient pleasures. I wanted Alfons to feel good too.

Kate: I... I will do it... the service...

Alfons: I hear you, but I wonder if you will be able to hold yourself back at this rate, yes?

Kate: I can... because... I want you to feel good too, Alfons.

Alfons: ...And how will you do that?

(‘How... will I do that’...)

When it came to the pleasurable type of ‘service,’ I only had Alfons as an example.

(The things that Alfons... did to me.)

Pushing my hand behind me down to try to lift myself up, Alfons let go of my legs, which he had been supporting.

Most of his clothes were still on and not much of a mess, but then, I reached out to his pants.

I was clumsy and slow taking off his belt, though, and I heard laughter from above.

Alfons: ...Is this your way of teasing?

Kate: ...

As he teased my clumsiness, I felt embarrassment stirring within me as finally, his pants loosened.

And when I saw his cock supported tightly by his undergarments, I suddenly felt a lot more aware of what I was going to try to do, and I let out a sound from my throat.

But I rid those feelings away as I pulled them down and held his cock.

Alfons: ...!

(...It’s hot...)

I slowly leaned in——and touched it with the tip of my tongue.

Kate: mn...

Alfons: ...hehe, Kate...

A: Just who did you learn such a naughty way to use your tongue from...?

When I looked up, Alfons was looking at me.

The hot breaths he let out, his relaxed eyes, his flushed cheeks... I felt so happy seeing how he was racing.

(Right now, I’m making Alfons feel good...)

A feeling of happiness I hadn’t felt before filled my heart.

(And I want to make him feel even better. To make up for the times he made me feel good, and many times more...)

Kate: mm... I’m just doing it... like you have done...

Alfons: Hah... so you took even that... as an example?

I covered it in saliva, licked it, and sometimes in a bout of mischief I would rub it more with my tongue,

and when I saw him react, I would fondle with it and tease there over and over——

I had always been the one taking it in, so I felt I could go crazy from the pleasure of giving to him.

Even though I was the one giving, I couldn’t help but remember the times when he would fondle with me,

and the wet and sticky fluid from within me wouldn’t stop overflowing.

I wanted to touch him, and make him feel good.

I wanted us to feel the pleasure, together.

Alfons: ngh, haa... ahh... Kate...

Kate: mn... ngh... hm...?

Alfons: Such a lewd face you’re making, aren’t you?

He caressed my cheeks with both his hands and lifted my face up.

The heat within me withdrew, and I felt I was forgetting myself to the point of feeling lonely.

Alfons: ...I suppose the fault of you being able to make such a face lies with me, no?

Kate: ...No, that’s... not it.

K: It’s because... I’m doing it with you... that it feels good...

Alfons: ... (O_O)

A: ...hehe, so I see.

A: At this point, the fault lies with nothing and no one then.

He stole my lips, wettened from saliva and other things.

And I didn’t even have time to process that I was pushed down onto the bed——when his cock penetrated me.

Kate: ah—— ...!?

Just like that, the pleasure came back to me in one go.

Alfons: ...haa... so tight... did you come a little, perhaps?

Kate: ngh, ah, ah, ahh...!

I knew he knew, but it would seem he had no intention of stopping.

He thrust within me, hitting the place where I felt the most pleasure,

and the height of it came right back again, making me dizzy.

Kate: ah, Al...Alfons...

K: I-it feels... it feels weird... ah, ahh——

Alfons: ——haa, hehe, and do you dislike that?

Kate: ha... haa...

Alfons’ eyes as he looked down at me seemed to melt with happiness.

(...!)

And when I saw that, pleasure ran through my spine, and the root of my mind throbbed sweetly.

Kate: ...n-no...I don’t...dislike it...

Alfons: Indeed, as I know you so very love things that feel good, yes?

Kate: No... I just like you, Alfons.

K: It’s because I’m doing it with you... that it feels... good... ah, mnn—

Alfons: Then, let’s make even more of a mess of each other...

A: So much so, you might go crazy from loneliness when I’m not in you.

A: By all means, go so crazy you might break, Kate.

With our bodies tangled together, he went on top of me,

and we melted in each other’s warmth so deeply, indeed, I may have really become broken——

—— Time skip ——

Kate: I don’t want to take a single step out of the bed today...

Alfons: Oh you poor soul, just who might have rendered my most darling plaything like this, I wonder?

Kate: ...Could it be, you’ve been really holding back up until now...?

Alfons: Hehe... well, I wanted nothing more than to make you feel good then, you see.

One could interpret those words as yesterday having been different from the other times, and I couldn’t help but feel happy about that.

After all, I could still feel his heat within my body... and that was the first time I had felt that way.

Kate: ...Won’t you take the cloth off that mirror?

Still laying on the bed, I suddenly saw the large mirror, covered by a cloth.

Alfons: Cloth? Ahh... you mean that?

The reason why everything in this room was so impeccably neat——

I had thought it may be because he didn’t want to leave a single mark of anyone having had resided here behind.

(Well, that’s just what I think at least...)

(...but, probably, I’m sure I hit the mark.)

‘Nobody had lived here at all. It was always an empty room.’

The unused mirror would leave such a message to anyone who found this room after he disappeared.

That was the creed he put into it.

It was his justice, just as it was his evil. But——

Kate: ...When I leave this room, it’s embarrassing when I’m a mess, so...

K: Please let me use that mirror.

Alfons: Indeed... if you don’t mind doing naughty things before the mirror, then by all means, be my guest.

Kate: Wh...!? W-what naughty play...?

Alfons: Why of course, what else would I mean but having it show how your expression seemed to melt with lewdness, or how you fondled it with your ton——

Kate: O-okay, I get it now! You don’t need to explain any more!

Making me remember all those shameless things, I pressed both hands on his mouth in a panic.

Because it was Alfons, were I to take off that cloth, I felt we really would do such a thing.

(And at those times... I will definitely feel so embarrassed I want to run away... but won’t be able to turn him down...)

(...But...)

Kate: ...Even so, it’s fine, so... you can take the cloth off.

Alfons: Are you sure?

A: If your body starts aching before that mirror, then it won’t be on me then.

A: ...That said, someday you will come to forget that was my fault.

Kate: ...hehe.

All of a sudden, I let out a laugh.

Alfons: ...? ( ౦ ‸ ౦ )

Kate: You’ve already rendered my body so hopeless without you.

K: So, at this point, adding one or two of your marks won’t change anything.

(Fill my memories with those of you.)

(That’s what I plan to do——carve me with marks of you so much, there is no way they could ever be lost.)

Alfons: ...You...

A: Truly——what a fool you are.

That day, the cloth was removed from the large mirror.

——All that said, a lot of things happened in the process, and as I clung onto the cloth, it slipped, or something like that, I suppose...

—— BG: Alfons’ room, with the cloth of the mirror exposed ——

Let’s just say, the only one privy to the finer points was the mirror.

to be continued…

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1956 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible

The Eldorado was at or near the top of the Cadillac line. The original 1953 Eldorado convertible and the Eldorado Brougham models of 1957–1960 had distinct bodyshells and were the most expensive models that Cadillac offered those years. The Eldorado was never less than second in price after the Cadillac Series 75 limousine until 1966. Starting in 1967 the Eldorado retained its premium position in the Cadillac price structure, but was built in high volumes on a unique two door personal luxury car platform.

The Eldorado carried the Fleetwood designation from 1965 through 1972, and was a modern revival of the pre-war Cadillac V-12 and Cadillac V16 roadsters and convertibles. It was the first Cadillac model to use a nameplate instead of previous Series model descriptions.

In 1954, Eldorado lost its unique sheet metal and shared its basic body shell with standard Cadillacs. Distinguished now mainly by trim pieces, this allowed GM to lower the price and see a substantial increase in sales. A total of 2,150 Eldorado's were sold at a much more modest US$5,738 base price (equivalent to $57,899 in 2021 dollars , nearly four times as many as in 1953.

For 1956, the Eldorado's body gained its own rear end styling with high, slender, pointed tailfins. These contrasted with the rather thick, bulbous fins which were common at the time. The Eldorado sport convertible featured extras such as wide chrome body belt moldings and twin round taillights halfway up the fenders. Sales nearly doubled to 3,950.0