#Million Dollar (Wo)Man

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PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x College student! Fem reader _____________ WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her. Smut, oral (K receiving), strap-on sex (reader receiving), Dom! Karina, mommy kink, OC ain't a virgin, riding, rough sex, cock-warming, or was it strap-warming? (IDK, but you catch my drift, yeah?), shower sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, pool sex, biting, marking, fingering, that's pretty much it, I think. _____________ WORDCOUNT: 14.7K Sorry, this was self-indulgent yall, my bad💀🤩 _____________ A/N:

You asked; I shall deliver. Oh - and please see the header for synopsis and turn on your sound hehe.

"Ning Yizhou, what the fuck-"

"Shut up and listen, will you?" She cuts you off with a glare and turns her MacBook screen towards you. "You need this." 

You clamp your mouth shut and allow the younger girl to continue. The ash-blonde girl takes a seat across from you and shows you a site from the internet. You sit before the latter with the pads of your fingers tapping against your thighs. Ningning observes you warily before knotting her fingers together. "After hearing your rants for months about how the school's kicking both your ass and wallet, I propose a solution." 

"By being a sugar baby," You snort. She shoots you a silencing look. "Let me finish, Y/N." 

 She shows you her profile, "This website is safe, and it strictly monitors the chats of both parties. It is consensual and beneficial for person A and person B." She then shows you her chat with her sponsor; the profile read: Uchinaga Giselle. If your memory serves you correctly, she is the managing director of AE Industries, a definition of young, rich, and beautiful. "Woah, your sugar mommy is Giselle?"

Ningning's lips curl to a smirk, "Focus, Y/N. Have you read our conversation?"

"Yes," Your eyes skim the chat, "It's respectful and direct." 

"Exactly," She grins and closes her MacBook. "Not all stories involving a life like this are scary, Y/N." Your friend presses a palm against her chest, "Like me, for example." 

"Yeah, yeah," You sigh and lower your head, "I don't know, Ning." Her features soften as her hand reaches yours, her thumb rubbing comforting circles against the back of your palm. 

"Some sugar mommies or daddies want to fill the void of being rich Y/N. Some want to soothe their overbearing parents, and some just have too much fucking money. They're mature and won't force you to do something you're not comfortable with for the sake of being spoiled in return." 

You contemplated for a moment before curling your lips to a smile. "Fuck it, Ning. I'm in." Your friend grins and opens her MacBook. "Leave your profile to me, Y/N. And pick a dress you'll be using for the ceremony. You need to look fresh for tomorrow." Right. Before this discussion with Ningning, you received an email from Hanyang University that you're a dean's lister for the second semester. 

"Thanks, Ning." You stand from the table and make your way to her room. 

"Y/N!" Minjeong squeals upon seeing your familiar figure as more awardees enter the venue, "I'm relieved! I thought I was going to be alone with strangers for the ceremony." 

"Not anymore," You grin and crane your neck to examine the students on the premises. "Are we the only ones from our block?" 

She follows your example and hums, "Seems like it, and - oh shit, the dean's heading this way!" You snap your head and lock eyes with the dean of your department. An automatic smile curls on your lips as you acknowledge her presence by bowing your head. "Miss Kim, Seol," The older woman greets with her slender digits knotted atop her stomach. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." You greet in return. Bae Joohyun, professionally known as Irene Bae, is the dean of your department. The woman couldn't be older than forty, fair-skinned, doe-shaped eyes framing sharp, intelligent obsidian-hued pupils, an upturned nose, a small face, and pink, plump lips. The dean is sporting a mint blue suit and white heels, and her long black hair tied in a low ponytail. The older woman's lips curl upward, "I see that it's only the two of you again from your block," She comments while you and Minjeong look at each other, uncertain. "And I'm impressed," Irene adds. You glow under her praise, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

The latter hums, "Do enjoy the celebration." 

With that, she walks past you and Winter. You caught a whiff of the older woman's scent and let out a blissful sigh as you stagger. "Damn," Winter exhales as her head follows the older woman's slender figure, "If she wasn't the dean, I don't mind being smashed by her." 

"Agree," You giggled as you watched the older woman interact with her faculty. "I guess I have a reason to study my ass off." 

Then your stomach churns uncomfortably as an unpleasant thought voices your concern. 

That is if you have the money to enroll for the final semester.

Blood drains from your body, and your smile drops. "I should find a job that should sustain me." You mutter under your breath as another feminine voice interjects: "Minjeong!" You snap from your reverie and raise your head. You spot Chaewon standing next to Yunjin and Ryujin; gesturing a hand to Winter, who looks at you with a small smile, "I'll hang around with them, yeah?" Her tone indicates permission, and you snort at her. "You don't need to ask for my approval, Winter. Go." 

The latter guffaws and pats your shoulder, "Have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, she leaves to join the group. 

You sigh, and your posture droops as your eyes scour your surroundings. Your vision dims at the sight of extravagance oozing from your peers and faculty. You clench and unclench your hands to calm your racing nerves before the voices behind your head speak up: You don't belong here. 

And you painfully agree. How the hell did you manage to keep up? 

"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"

Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually? 

You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor. 

"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"

A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for-"

"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina. 

"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie." 

Hyunnie? 

Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?" 

Half-sister? 

Oh

That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes. 

"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand. 

"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat. 

"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student," 

A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present." 

You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"

"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?" 

"Thank you, Karina." 

The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol," 

"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol." 

Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina." 

You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique. 

"I apologize on her behalf," The older Bae announces, and you move your gaze to her. You gulped. "She isn't usually like this. Perhaps staying in Paris rewired her behavior." You shake your head sideways, "It's fine Miss Bae. Have a wonderful evening," You tell her before bowing and departing from the dean. 

Ningning automatically bombards you with her findings while you are at the ceremony. 

"So your account has been receiving DMs," She grins with pride beaming in her delicate features as she slides you a takeout from her favorite fast-food chain, "All you have to do is to go through it with a fine-tooth comb and take your pick." She slides the MacBook in your direction, and your eyes widen at the number of requests. 

"Woah," You mumble, feeling overwhelmed. Your friend catches on and sits next to you. "You don't have to make a choice overnight. You can scour it whenever you're free." 

And that's what you did. 

You spent your lunchtime and break times scouring the site for your potential benefactor. 

For days, no one caught your eye, until a woman popped up on your screen. 

Yoo Jimin

You clicked on her profile, half of her face was hidden, but those plump lips, the lighting, and the prominent collarbones beneath the lapels of her blazer pulled you to dig deeper into her account. You press the photo where she is leaning her back against the gold railing of Hotel Olympia. Jimin was wearing a form-fitting black dress showing off her slender figure. On her hand was a champagne glass and the closest glimpse of her side profile; absolute perfection. You let out a huff and close your eyes to steel your nerves before typing:

Hello

"Ning, what are we doing here?" You inquire the younger girl as she drags you into Givenchy's boutique, the employees eyeing you warily as the latter scrutinizes the boutique before looking at you with a familiar smile.

"We're shopping for your outfit next week," If your face showed surprise, you hid it poorly. You lean close to whisper against Ningning's ear. "In here?"

The ash-blonde shoots you a look. "Duh?"

"It's expensive!"

"It's fine-"

"What can I do for you ladies?" Ningning turns to the employee and smiles, "I made an appointment three hours ago under Giselle Uchinaga's name." The older woman hums as your friend continues, "Send us your best attires for a date night for my friend-" She gestures a hand towards you, "What's your size?"

You gawk at her as the employee looks at you expectantly, "Uhm-"

"Tell her," Ningning commands, the look on her face gave no heed to protests.

You blurt out your size, and the lady nods and turns to your friend, "We'll look for her size. In the meantime do enjoy the private suite located to the left corner of our store." She gestures an open palm to one of the five private booths. Ningning seemed pleased by the suggestion and thanked the woman before grasping your wrist and dragging you to your assigned booth.

"Yizhou-"

"If you're worried about paying back, don't worry about it." She cuts you off as she grabs one of Givenchy's brochures presented on the table. "Besides," She tears her gaze from the material, "You need to look presentable for your meeting with your sugar mommy."

You purse your lips. After interacting with your benefactor for two days, you finally agreed to meet to discuss the nature of your relationship with her. She gave you the freedom to dress in whatever clothing you want, so long as you'll style it with a white scarf. That way, she'd be able to identify you and not cause any misunderstanding. Ningning pats a spot next to her on the velvet couch, "Be comfortable, Y/N. I'm here."

"This is new territory to me, Nings." You confess while rubbing your nape. The younger girl's expression softens as you sit next to her. The ash-blonde-haired girl drapes a slender arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to pay me back, Y/N." She tells you solemnly, "I take pleasure in knowing that you'll look good in your first meeting because I was there to ensure that you'll give a good impression. Now don't worry about the price tags. Gigi is aware and is willing to extend her generosity because she knows I'm friends with you, and we've been together through thick and thin."

"Gigi?" You teased with a smile, and she winked at you. Before she can say anything else, there's a knock on the double doors.

You fix your posture as your friend tells them to come in.

On cue, three women entered the room. Two of them were delicately guiding the cloth rack inside while one pushed a tray of shoes, bags, and accessories. Your jaw slacks at the collection.

"These are our finest collections," One of them declares with a smile, "Feel free to choose which ones you like." Without another word, they exit the booth, leaving you and your friend alone. "Okay," Ningning stands from her couch and approaches the dresses and takes one that caught her eye, and presents it to you. "Try this one first."

After trying on different types of attires for an excruciating hour, you found a dress you and Ningning agree on.

"Finally!" She grins as she circles you, inspecting the dress. You stare at your reflection, unable to recognize the lady in the mirror. It's a black, leather one-shoulder draped dress; it hugs your body perfectly. "It goes well when your hair is down." She notes and looks at the shoes, "Okay. Let's try shoes."

Unlike the dresses, the shoes were easier to match with your dress: Voyou slingbacks, or just quintessential black leather heels. The same goes for the small pouch just for your phone and cash to take you to Hotel Olympia, the destination of your first meeting.

"Perfect," Ningning awes, "This will be your look for your meeting." She locks eyes with your reflection, "Do you like it?"

"Yes," You breathe, and she claps her hands in delight. "We're taking it." The latter then eyes at the accessories, "One last!" She snatches a white silk twill scarf with beveled ends and styles it around your neck.

Now you don't recognize the girl in the mirror. You eye her with awe as you run a free hand from the top of your neck; down to your chest. The reflection inclines her head to the side.

You are going to be this girl next week, and you can only hope that your attire alone can coax your potential benefactor to sponsor you.

The ride from Hanyang University to Hotel Olympia is twenty minutes. 

Upon entering the hotel, the biting chill nips your skin, eliciting a shudder from you, and with your free hand, you rub your bare arm. No one seems to mind your presence. 

"Should've brought a jacket," You shudder, and a voice behind your head interjects:

But as if any of your jackets can match your attire. 

A snort leaves your lips as you scour the lobby of the hotel. 

Hotel Olympia is the largest hotel group in all of Korea with Lotte trailing behind them. Your eyes scour the area for the front desk and lock eyes with the hotel receptionist. With a smile, you approach the employee. 

"Good evening, miss." She greets, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes," You clear your throat to steel your nerves while your feet tap against the polished marble floors. "Can you point me to Bicena Olympia?"

She fixes her posture and gestures a palm towards one of the double doors to your left. "Through that door." You follow the direction of her hand and bow at the older woman, "Thank you." Shuddering, you enter Bicena Olympia: the restaurant of Hotel Olympia: white, clean walls, cloud-like chandeliers, polished saddle-brown floorboards, and elegant yet comfortable furniture; to add life to the restaurant: it's decorated with carefully selected plants and priceless paintings. Guests from all over the country fill the walls of the restaurant with hushed chatter, laughter, the cluttering of utensils, and the clinking of champagne glasses. 

"Excuse me, miss." One of the restaurant's staff approaches you. A man, no older than twenty-five, sporting a neatly pressed suit. His hair: gelled and slid back. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh, yes - for Miss Yoo." 

The gentleman nods, and folds his hands behind his back, "Follow me." He turns and strides toward one of the vacant tables - you follow behind him as he pulls out a seat for you. "Thank you," You tell the man before he bows and returns to his podium. 

According to Jimin, she'll be joining you shortly. She's caught up in a meeting. You take this opportunity to fix your appearance via your phone's camera. 

From the entrance of Bicena Olympia, there emerged a woman no older than thirty-four, wearing a black long Cady dress with a plunging neckline, exposing the valley of her breast down to an inch above her navel and white heels. Her hair is styled straight and loose, and at the base of her neck lay a single gold chain necklace, emphasizing her prominent collarbones. Her right hand secures a shoulder bag, while the other, a neatly pressed, double-breasted tailored coat with red lapels.

Her hazel-colored eyes scour the restaurant, looking for a college girl with a white scarf. 

Your nails tap against the tablecloth as you wait patiently for your date, ignoring the biting chill that keeps brushing against your skin. You felt a presence behind you, wondering if it's a waiter you crane your neck - only to be stopped when you feel someone draping a thick piece of cloth over your shoulders. Hands grasping your shoulders delicately. 

"Oh-"

"Thank you for waiting, darling." Your skin tingles as you look up, pupils dilating, jaw-slacking as a familiar woman with hazel-colored eyes locks with yours; they light up with mirth as her plump, red lips curl to a bemused smile. 

"You," You breathe, inhaling her subtle but expensive perfume. The scent is so intoxicating and warm. With notes of coffee, white flowers, and vanilla, it's the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. It suits her. 

"Good evening to you too, Miss Seol." Karina chuckles deeply. Your stomach twinges blissfully at the sound as you shift beneath her intense gaze. Oh, wait - she remembers your name? Oh, lord. 

"Good evening, Karina." You stammer as one of her hands plays with your scarf. She hums absentmindedly and takes a seat across from you and as she did, your eyes shamelessly follow her graceful physique. 

Holy shit, she looks hot-

"This is a pleasant surprise," Karina starts as she knots her fingers together and shoots you a playful smile. Your cheeks dust pink. "I didn't expect to see Joohyun's pretty student so soon." 

And you didn't expect to have your potential benefactor as your dean's half-sister, either. Shit. 

"And I you, Yoo Jimin." You counter and mirror her smile. The older woman guffaws, but you didn't miss her eyes wandering from your face to your attire, and your skin tingles at her attention. "You look wonderful, Y/N." She puts her bag to the side of the table. "Are you hungry?"

Your stomach growls, and your cheeks flush as you sheepishly rub the back of your neck. "Yes - I'm hungry." 

A knowing smile graces the older girl's lips as she directs her gaze to the person behind you and nods. "Dinner's on me, Y/N. Order what you like."

A waiter immediately comes to her and distributes the menu. Karina swiftly opens it, her hazel eyes scouring her options before looking up at the waiter. "I'll take a steakhouse-style ribeye." She shifts her gaze toward you, "And for the lady?"

Your lips swiftly moved the meal that Ningning suggested for you to order:

"I'll take the balsamic-and-rosemary-marinated florentine steak." An approving look dances on the older woman's face as the waiter jots it. "How about your drinks?"

Karina looks at you, beckoning you to order first. 

"A cranberry mocktail," The waiter nods and turns his attention to the other woman, "And as for you, President Bae?"

Hold on a minute - president?

"A Sauvignon Blanc," A grin breaks from the waiter's lips, "Excellent choice, President Bae." He takes a step back. "I'll come back with your orders in approximately 40 minutes." Without another word, the man bows and strides away from your table. 

"President?" You muse as a smirk creeps on the latter's lips. "Surprise, surprise." Karina picks up her empty wine glass and examines it. You watch her intently. "I'm sure you have questions." Her eyes suddenly dart back to you, and your skin crawls. "Ask ahead, darling." 

You purse your lips, "The waiter called you president," You tread carefully, "Are you, by chance, the president of Hotel Olympia?"

"Clever girl," She purrs, and you shrink in your seat, "Yes, Y/N. I'm the president of Hotel Olympia." Damn.

She gestures for you to ask again. You clear your throat, "The name you used in your account, why use Yoo Jimin?"

Karina hums, "Yoo Jimin was the name my mother initially thought of before Irene's father changed it. They still let me keep it for casual occasions that aren't related to business." 

Your lips form to an 'o' as Karina leans close, "Is that all?"

"Yes," 

"If that's the case," She puts down her empty wine glass, "What about you, Y/N?"

A playful smile tugs your lips, "What do you want to know?"

"Your information, likes, dislikes." 

You followed through with her request, telling her everything she has to know, and the woman paid attention to every word you said. And it feels odd having someone like her listen to a girl of your caliber. 

"-I'll sponsor you," She finalizes. 

You gape at her, "Really?"

"Of course, princess." You nearly threw yourself out of the chair as your hands gripped your purse as she continued: 

"You're a catch, Y/N." She admits with honesty brewing in her eyes, "And something tells me that you're someone who must be kept at high maintenance. And I'm here for it. You chose me out of all the women out there, and you chose well." 

Your face warms at her praise as Karina leans close, "So, pretty girl, will you be mine to spoil in return for your time?"

And who are you to deny her?

"Yes," You breathily answer, and the older woman approves with a wolfish grin. "Perfect,"

And speaking of perfect- 

"Excuse me, President Bae." The waiter returns with a tray of your ordered steaks. The older woman leans back, giving them space as they distribute your meal and your drinks. Setting it down on the table, he straightened up, but not without opening the wine and pouring it into her wine glass. 

"Do enjoy your meal," 

"Wait," Karina held up her hand, halting the server before reaching into her bag. Sliding a small roll of bills out, he pulled at least five of them free to hand over. "Thank you, President Bae." Judging by the way his smile brightened, it must've been an enormous amount as the server bows deeply before leaving.

Karina snaps you back to reality by motioning to your plate. "Dig in, sweetheart, and if you want to eat anything else, speak up - it's all on me." She grins as she picks up her glass by the stem and swirls it. You watch as the liquid sloshes while the woman inhales her wine before taking light sips and releasing a sigh of contentment. Noticing your stare, she snaps her gaze to yours. You quickly look away with pink dusting your cheeks, and the older woman's lips curl to a smirk. "Say, do you have plans this weekend?"

You bring your attention back to her, recounting your plans and finding none. 

"No, I don't have plans this weekend, Karina." You blink, "May I ask why?"

"You'll see," The raven-haired beauty grins, "Enjoy your dinner, Y/N." 

Your jaw slacks upon stopping before the boutique of Patek Philippe. Karina stands beside you and puts her hand on the small area of your back. Despite her coat hanging on your shoulders, a mild shiver runs down your spine. "Come, Y/N." She beckons gently as she leads you inside the boutique. 

You stand there while the retail clerk and your benefactor talk, unsure of what to contribute to their discussion, and finally, the sales clerk gestures a hand towards the three models displayed inside a glass casing. 

"There are only three of them in the world," She proudly begins, "And it just so happens that our branch won all three of them in the auction, President Bae." Karina turns to you with a kind smile, "Pick whatever you want, sweetheart." 

The sales clerk expectantly looks at you. You snap your head to the display of watches before looking back at Karina, "Is this okay with you?"

"Consider this a sign of our beneficial partnership, darling." She goes behind you. Your breath hitches as her snake past the coat and traverses to your waist, delicate yet firm as she presses her front against your back. Karina drops her voice an octave lower, sending goosebumps trailing in her wake as she husks: 

"So choose," 

Fuck, you bite your lower lip, trying to focus while the older woman's hands rest on your hips, gently squeezing them. 

 "That one," You stammer as you point to the two-toned watch. The older woman smirks from behind as she moves to the side, leaving your back cold and aching for her warmth. "Excellent choice, miss." The sales clerk grins before shifting her gaze to your benefactor. "I'll just prepare some paperwork, and then she can wear it." 

It didn't take long for the transaction to be processed. By the time the three of you reached the counter, Karina pulled out her wallet. You watch, as her well-manicured hand gracefully takes out a JP Morgan Reserve credit card made of laser-etched palladium and gold and hands it to the register. Seconds later, Karina's sitting while the retail clerk assists you with the watch. 

"There you go," The clerk beams while you study the accessory. 

Patek Philippe reinterprets the design of its most complicated wristwatch by offering it for the first time in a "two-tone" version combining white gold and rose gold, along with brown opaline dials. The watch is accompanied by white gold cufflinks featuring a brown opaline center adorned with a hand-guilloched hobnail pattern and a rose gold Calatrava cross. 

It's beautiful, elegant, and practical. 

"What do you think, Y/N?" You turn to the latter and smile warmly at her with gratitude swimming in your eyes. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Karina."

The wealthy woman returns your smile and stands up. She holds out her arm for you, beckoning for you to intertwine your hand on her arm, and you happily indulge her as she leads you to the exit with the clerk trailing behind and bowing as you two leave the store. You examine the watch again with a small smile dancing on your lips. 

"Beautiful," Karina praises, and you tear your eyes from your watch and lock eyes with the hazel-eyed beauty. "Yeah, it is beautiful."

"I mean you," She grins, and your cheeks warmed. "But yes, I agree the watch is beautiful." 

Bemused, you asked her: "Are you this flirty with someone you just met?"

The older woman shakes her head sideways, "No, pretty girl." You freeze as she reaches to brush a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said." 

Eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights, your face flushes, and you clear your throat as you step back. Karina smirks, amused by your reaction, before looking at her wristwatch. 

"Oh, my," She returns her gaze to you. "Didn't you say that the university dorm closes at 10 PM?"

"Yes," Your stomach drops as you instinctively look at the time. 

9:35 PM

"Shit," You mutter under your breath. 

"I'll drive you there," She chimes as she reaches for her bag. "I'll call my secretary." 

Before you can say anything, she already has her secretary on the line. 

"Yes, we'll drive her back to Hanyang University." Karina turns to you, "It isn't safe for her to return there alone. Yes, we'll meet by the entrance of the hotel, have the car ready." With that, she ends the call and turns to you, and raises her arm, as if to escort you. "Come, Y/N. Our ride awaits." 

Elated, you intertwine your arm with hers as she leads you to the entrance of the Hotel Olympia's building, where a sleek black Rolls-Royce car is waiting with a short-haired brunette no older than twenty-seven leaning against the passenger door. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." The secretary turns her head to you and regards you with a bow. "Miss Seol." 

Karina opens the passenger door for you. "Let's go, darling."

Twenty-three minutes later, Karina's car parked near the entrance of the university dorm. 

"Thanks again, Karina." You bashfully tell her as you take the coat off your shoulders and hand it back to her. The older woman takes it with a smile while her secretary focuses her eyes in front. And just before you open the door, your eyes widen as your body numbs as you turn to her, Karina tilts her head, her gorgeous face contorts with curiosity. "What is it, darling? Did you forget something?"

"No," You clear your throat, "No. I forgot to ask this earlier, but, what about your sister?"

She quirks a brow, bemused. "What about her, sweetheart?"

"What if she finds out?"

The older woman exhales softly and scooches next to you as she puts her hand behind your back. A mild shiver couldn’t help but run down your spine, thanks to her fingertips gliding along your exposed skin. You almost forgot that your dress was semi-backless. 

"I'll still sponsor you, darling." Her lips curl upward, "Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults aren't we?"

You nod in agreement and she pats your back gently, "Good. Oh, and before I forget, send me your bank account and other apps you use for monetary transactions in the morning, yeah?"

"I will," A grin escapes your lips as she retracts her hand, and you open the passenger door, but before closing it, Karina calls out to you. 

"Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yes?" You breathe as she leans close enough for you to see her lashes, "Have a nice evening. I had fun." 

"You too," You lean away, "I had fun too." When you finally close the door, you turn away from the vehicle and stride toward your dorm with a smile that is raised on its own on your lips. 

You curse as your phone pings with notifications of Karina sending you $50,000. 

"Woah," Ningning grins as she leans away with you as more students file through the lecture hall. "Told you it worked like a charm!" You mirror her grin as she playfully swats your arm and drops her voice to a whisper. "So, who is she?"

You drop your head, "The Hotel Magnate of Hotel Olympia." 

The latter's jaw slacked, "Karina?" She blinks, "As in Karina Bae? The half-sister of our dean?"

"Hush!" 

She gasps, "Holy shit, Y/N. What if her sister finds out?"

You rest the side of your face against your palm while the other hand toys with your pen. "She said she'll still sponsor me," A small smile curves your lips as you look at Ningning as you repeat Karina's words from last night: 

"Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults, aren't we?"

The latter hums as she takes out her MacBook, "So are you guys exclusive or?" Your brows furrowed. Come to think of it...you look down at your watch. "I don't know. I didn't specify." The ash-blonde-haired girl hums, "It's safe to assume that you are unless you clarify it." She boots up her device and frowns as your peer's chatter amplifies. 

"Professor Jung is late." 

Your brows raise as you turn to the vacant teacher's table, "That's a first." 

Ningning shrugs, "Doesn't matter. We have free time - wanna grab a coffee-"

"Settle down students!" An authoritative voice booms inside the lecture hall, immediately silencing them. Your body bristles as the dean's slender figure enters the classroom sporting a matching black pleat short jacket and slit skirt that reaches below her knees and black heels. 

"Holy shit," Ningning snickers as she turns to look at you while the dean puts her clicker atop the desk. "Since Professor Jung is dealing with a personal emergency, I will teach in his stead." She raises her head, and your eyes lock with hers for a brief moment. 

Your posture stiffens as she turns her body towards you, "Miss Seol, tell me, what was your last discussion with Mr. Jung?" 

Your friend nudges her elbow against yours. You shoot her a look before standing up while she hides her smile as you inform Irene of your last discussion with the professor. 

"Very well," She turns and clicks on the projector, "Thank you, Miss Seol. Be seated."

An inaudible sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sit down. Your friend leans close to you with a shit-eating grin as she whispers:

"Chill, Y/N, you look like a sinner sweating inside a church." 

You nudge her side and hiss quietly at her: "Shut up." she just stuck her tongue out to you and you roll your eyes at her in response as the dean's voice fills the lecture hall, continuing Professor Jung's lesson.

Thirty minutes in, and your phone vibrates inside your pocket. You sneakily take a peek to see who it was: 

Karina

And she was asking if you want to have lunch with her if you're not busy. 

You're not

You fought the urge to smile as you reply with yes. 

She'll pick you up ten minutes after your class with the dean. 

"Gigi invited me to have lunch with her," Ningning says as she gathers her things. "That means you have to find a replacement for me as your lunch buddy."

"It's fine," You tell her as you pack your things and sling them over your new bag. "Karina invited me to have lunch with her too."

"Nice," The latter grins. "So, see you after lunch?"

"See you after lunch."

"Oh," She snaps her head back to you. "Don't forget to ask if your arrangement is exclusive or not!"

A chuckle rumbles in your chest, "I will." And you make your separate ways. 

"Your sister will see you," You mused as you approach the older woman who was leaning against her Bentley. 

Karina pushed her Hugo sunglasses to her hair, giving her luscious locks a slid-back look. The raven-haired woman was wearing a black brushed ribbed-knit top with matching tailored sailor pants and boots. The fit complimented her lithe body. On the base of her neck is a golden chain necklace. 

The older woman grins as you stand a few feet away from her. "You make it sound like I'm your paramour." 

A small smile dances on your lips, "You just got off from work?"

"It's a slow day today at the office," Her hazel-colored eyes run down your body, "And I see that you got yourself a new look." 

You look down at your attire: white, monogram Jacquard cropped jeans, a plain white shirt, and ankle boots, all from Loius Vui, just like the attire of Karina. 

"Needed a fresh look," You tell her as you check out your attire. "You like it?"

"It suits you," She smiled before opening the passenger door for you. "Shall we get lunch?"

 "Well, isn't this a surprise," Karina mused while you and Ningning gaped at each other with her arm draped around who you presume is her benefactor: Giselle who's wearing a two-piece red suit and black heels. 

"Karina," Giselle regards before looking at you and smiling, "Y/N." 

Your benefactor turns to you, surprised. "You know each other?" 

"We're friends," Ningning interjects, "I'm roommates with Y/N. Giselle knows her through me." 

"I see," 

"Be seeing you two," The conglomerate looks at her sugar baby, "Let's go to our table." Before separating, Ningning sends you a wave while Karina leads you to your designated table with her hand pressed against the small area of your back. 

"Here you go, darling." She pulls out a seat for you before sitting across from you. "Order what you like. It's on me." She winks before a waiter comes and distributes the menu. 

"So," You clear your throat as soon as you say your orders to the waiter. Karina inclines her head to the side, waiting for you to continue. "Are we exclusive?"

The raven-haired woman arched a brow, and her expression hardens. "Do you plan on cheating on me if I say no?"

"What," You sputter as your arms frantically wave as if saying no. "No, I mean - I was just clarifying-"

"Yes," Karina's features soften with mirth, "Yes, darling. We're exclusive, so relax." 

"Oh," Your cheeks flush. 

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No," You squeak. Your face burns as you clear your throat and straighten your posture as you repeat your answer: "No." 

"Very well," She toys with her utensils, and a wolfish smirk plays on her plump lips. "Has anyone told you that you look cute when you're flustered?"

Your face flushes, "No," 

"Then I'm the first," After some time, she drove you back to Hanyang University fifteen minutes before your next class begins.

"Thanks for the lunch," You tell the older woman as she brings you to the other entrance of the University. The latter hums, "My pleasure," Karina then clicks her tongue, "And Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"A little bird told me that you guys have a year-end party next week," Karina begins, "And that you'll have a three-day vacation after that due to the preparations for your university week, correct?"

"Yes," You confirm as you shift your weight on your other foot. "Why's that?"

The hazel-eyed beauty tilts her head sideways, "I was wondering if you'd like to spend those days with me in Japan. I have a business convention in one of my hotels in Tokyo." She tells you with her arms folded behind her back. 

A vacation with a drop-dead gorgeous woman? How could you say no to her when she's asking you so nicely?

"I'd love to," You beam at her, and her features glow. 

"Wonderful. You have plenty of time to prepare until then..." She trails off as she approaches you and takes your hand. 

You incline your head to the side, watching her with intent before your eyes widen, your cheeks dust pink, and your skin tingles as she presses her lips against the knuckles of your fingers. 

"Be seeing you," Karina whispers as she lets go. But before you enter the main building, your sugar mommy calls out your name.

"Yes?"

"Call me 'Jimin' next time we meet," She graces you with an award-winning smile. "'Karina' sounds cold coming from you, darling. So call me Jimin instead."

"Okay then, Jimin."

With that, you enter the main building.

"Woah," Ningning snorts, "She invited you to a business convention with her in Tokyo?"

You hum as you browse through a fine selection of clothing. 

"In Tokyo?" Your friend repeats, and you give her a look, "Yeah? What about it?"

"Oh, nothing," She leans against the pillar and smirks, "It's just that you two seem to hit it off, I guess." You spare a glance at her, "Why? Did Aeri invite you to a vacation with her?"

"Yep," 

A snort leaves your nostrils, "Then that makes two of us." 

"Yeah," She concedes with a sigh as she begins to look for her new clothes. "You're right. What was the theme of our year-end party again?"

"Las Vegas-esque," You click your tongue, "I don't know, as long as we dress like the people attending casinos, we're fine." 

"So, we're supposed to dress like sluts, then?"

You and Ningning snap your heads at each other before letting out a laugh. "No!" You rebutted, "We're supposed to dress like new money or something." 

"Oh," She bobs her head, "Right."

"If you want to look like someone who goes to a casino," A steely, feminine voice interjects. You and Ningning straighten your backs as you slowly turn around to face Irene Bae, the dean of your college department. 

"I suggest you wear semi-formal attire." She turns her gaze to your friend. "And not dress inappropriately, Miss Ning Yizhou." 

"Good afternoon, Miss Bae." You and your friend say in unison as you bow to her. "At ease, ladies." 

"Sorry about that, Miss Bae." The ash-blonde hair sheepishly remarks before the dean softens her sharp features with a small smile. "I see that you've already chosen your attire, Ningning." She moves her head in your direction, causing you to lock eyes with obsidian-hued crevices. Your back feels as if someone brushed a cold hand against your skin. 

"What about you, Miss Seol?"

"Oh," You sputter as you feel small beneath her gaze. "I haven't picked one yet, Miss Bae."

The older woman hums, "If I may," She strides forward. Both you and Ningning instinctively make way for the older woman as she picks an outfit for you: A oversized, double-breasted jacket in vinyl leather and a gold belt. But despite that, you focus on her proximity and how her subtle but expensive perfume fills your nostrils. Intoxicating. 

"Try these," She coaxes, "But this is only my suggestion, Miss Seol." 

You tentatively take it from the latter, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

"A pleasure," She looks at your watch. You fight the urge to hide it as an approving smile graces her lips. 

"Nice watch, Y/N. No wonder why there's only two of the same model left." She raises her arm and pulls back her sleeve to show you the black variation of the watch. "I have the second-to-the-last model." Irene grins, the sight surprising you. "I suppose that you and I share the same pleasures in life." 

"You and me, both." You agree with a steady smile. The older woman regards you and your friend. "I best be going now. You ladies enjoy." 

"Goodbye, Miss Bae." Ningning bows, and you follow her example. Once she's out of earshot, the latter turns to you with her lips curling upward t a smirk. "So, you're going to try her suggestion?"

You raise the pair before looking back at her. "I think I will. I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Your friend agrees, "Alright, try it, and I'll give you my feedback."

"Thanks, Ning." 

"Holy shit - Y/N, is that you?" You snap your head as Yeji's voice fills your ears despite the EDM music blasting over the speakers.

"Yeji!" You return her greeting as she approaches you and Ningning. The older girl wore a white tweed suit and heels. "Geez, girl." The chestnut-haired girl scours you from head to toe, "You look amazing!"

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" You counter, and she playfully hits your shoulder, "Yeah - but seriously, you look good."

"Thanks," You wink at her before she pats your shoulder, "I see Lia at the other end of the room. If you wanna drink and hang with us, our table is open." 

"Duly noted," You tell her before she nods her head and then leaves to join her group. While waiting for Ningning to arrive at the party, you mingled with your peers with a mocktail in your hand. Despite it being a year-end party, alcoholic drinks are still prohibited. 

"Finally!" You exasperated upon seeing a familiar face. Ningning rolls her eyes at you as you hand her a drink. "I thought you aren't going to show up." 

"And waste the outfits we bought for this party?" She scoffs, "No fucking way. You look good, by the way. Miss Bae has good taste." 

"I agree," You nudge her by the arm. "Yeji told me I looked amazing earlier, too." The latter cranes her neck, "What is it?" She snaps her attention back to you, "Oh, nothing." Then, Ningning smirks. "It's just that you've gained some attention." 

"The good kind, I hope?" You follow her example; indeed, Ningning's right. You've attracted stares from your peers. 

"Can't blame them though," She shrugs, "You've been wearing pants and trousers for the whole semester. The sight's refreshing." 

A scoff leaves your lips, "I feel like I'm giving the 'ugly duckling' effect." 

"So about your arrangement with Karina," A hum reverberates from your chest, "Did you clarify?"

"Jimin and I are exclusive," You sip your drink, and the beverage smoothly runs down your throat; you sigh. "Speaking of, are you and Aeri exclusive?"

"Yep," She emphasizes the 'P', "Gigi made it clear the moment we first met." 

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" 

Ningning stands close to you. Her expression sharpens as she whispers: "Oh no, a man is approaching." 

"Who?" 

"Beats me," She whispers back. "I ain't leaving you." 

"Thanks,"

"Excuse me?"

"Hello," You greet him with a clipped tone as a stranger approaches you. The first thing that strikes you is how strong his perfume smelled. Oh, god.

"You're Y/N, right? From Professor Jung's class?"

"Yes?" 

He grins and takes a step close. You instinctively step back while Ningning observes him with her purse ready. "I was wondering if you girl want to join our table?"

Ha! No, thank you. But your friend spoke on your behalf.

"No thanks," She grabs your arm, "We're okay right where we are." 

"It'll be fun," He tries, and you hide your shudder as your skin prickles under his gaze. Your posture bristles as you drape your arm around Ningning's waist. "No, thank you." 

He is about to say something when another voice chimes in from behind. Cold, steely, and cutting. But vaguely familiar. 

"Are we interrupting something?"

On cue, all three heads snap to no other than the Bae siblings. But your focus is on Karina, whose expression's harsh, and her gaze: piercing, and dare you to say hostile?

"Good evening, Miss Bae," All three bow before the two powerful women, "I'll get going now," The guy sheepishly excuses himself, and your benefactor's face softens, but that was cut short when her haze-colored eyes traverse on your attire - did her eyes just darken?

"Miss Bae, what brings you to the year-end party?" 

"Karina and I just finished discussing matters regarding University Week. She'll help sponsor the program." 

"Oh," Karina's lip curled upward while she ran her eyes up and down your body, sending goosebumps in her wake. "That's right. And my, Y/N. You look ravishing." 

"Thanks," You breathe to calm your nerves as you fought to say her name. Did Irene arch a brow between you and Karina? Or was it just the strobing effect of the lights in the venue? You mentally shake your head sideways as you focus on another fact that the sisters look good - Karina looks good - ravishingly beautiful. The woman wore a soft white double lapel slashed cropped jacket finished with a single button fastening matching a soft white asymmetric mini skirt and platform thigh-high black boots. And to finish off the look, she styled her hair damp and slid it back with Bulgari rings adorning her well-manicured hands. 

"I chose that attire for her," Irene chimes and Karina snaps her attention to her older sister before raising a brow at you. You chose to ignore it. 

"I see," Karina notes absentmindedly, "No wonder I spot a change in style," she adds with a tone you can't decipher. 

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeji's voice interjects before she gets cut off by another voice:

"Oh - they're with the dean-"

"It's fine," Irene raises an open palm, "We'll be on our way." 

Oh...

Karina sends you a coy smile before leaving with her older sister, leaving your eyes to trail after her as they disappear from view. 

"Damn," You whisper while Ningning snickers, "Easy girl, we can't have the floor all slippery with you drooling after her." 

"Oh, shut up." You hiss at her while Yeji and Lia invite you and Ningning to their table. 

"Excuse me, ladies," You announce, "But I need to go to the comfort room." 

"Want me to go with you?"

You held up a hand, "No thanks, I can manage." 

Yeji nods in understanding while Ningning chatters with Yuna. 

The door creaks open as you enter the clean CR to check on your appearance. Not long after, another woman enters the CR, but you didn't bother to raise your head to see until you feel two slender arms snake around your waist, pressing your back against her strong front as her voice fills the room:

"I didn't know that you and my sister saw each other." You hastily turn away from the sink as Jimin's slender figure stands in front of you, your back pressed against the marble sink. 

"Easy, darling." She purrs, "It's me,"

"Jimin," Your breath hitches as the woman before you smirk in delight. 

"I said it once, and I'll say it again," She leans dangerously close to your face. You hold your breath as her perfume fills your nose, "You look ravishing, darling. Exquisite too, if I may," Your hands grip her arms as she continues:

"But the next time you go shopping, call me." Her cold breath fans against the skin of your face. "I'll make time for you." 

Shit, she's too close - you can't think!

You instinctively lean away with your heart ramming harshly against your ribcage, "I will," You fought the urge to slap yourself for the way your voice sounded. "You look beautiful, Jimin. Nice touch on the hair." 

A grin escapes her lips, "I knew that you were attending. I had to dress to impress you, baby." 

"And I am," You tell her breathlessly as she pins you gently against the sink as she moves her head to the side of your face, her breath fans against the outer lobe of your ear, eliciting a shudder from you. 

"But I don't think I can leave you alone tonight, sweetheart. Especially when they have their eyes on you." She moves her head to your neck, her lips brush against your skin, and you bite your lip to prevent an embarrassing sound from coming out. 

"Shall I do something about it?" Your hoarsely suggested, and the older woman chuckles. "You can indulge me, pretty girl." 

A gasp leaves your lips as she pecks the side of your neck. Your skin thrums at the action as your hands shamelessly traverse to her back, flushing her against you, eliciting a dark chuckle from the woman's lips as her other hand goes up to your neck, then at the back of your skull where she takes a handful of your hair and gently pulls it back, your look up at her, eyes dark and glazed.

"I know I have such an effect on you, darling." She rasps, her voice an octave lower. "I'll be blunt, baby. I want you the moment I saw you in Bicena Olympia." 

Your lungs betray you as the latter presses her hips against yours. "Will you grant me this?"

Not trusting your words, you give the simplest form of reply by pecking the corner of her lips. Jimin returns it by locking her plump lips against yours, swallowing your cries of delight before pulling away, her hazel-colored eyes dark, almost abysmal as her sister's. 

"I'm taking you home," She gasps, and you don't have a problem with it. 

Of course, the Hotel Magnate would be staying at the penthouse of her hotel. And that same hotel magnate has her legs spread with you in between. Karina's skirt and boots are haphazardly discarded somewhere on the floor, while your double-breasted blazer jacket is loose. 

Her hair was strewn beautifully all over her pillows a blissful moan leaves the older woman's lips as you lap her juices. Her hand grips your hair, eliciting a hum from you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Your hands fist the sheets as you flatten your tongue to let her do as she wishes and groan when your nose bumps against her clit. 

"Fuck, keep going, baby." She purrs, "You do me so well - fuck!" She drops her head against her soft pillows; a groan leaves your lips as her walls squeeze your tongue and your hips rut against the mattress, hoping for some friction, but Karina tugs on your hair as a warning. You obey your mistress as your lips traverse from her core to her clit and bite it. The hazel-eyed goddess sighs in satisfaction. 

She's close, by the telltale signs of her fluttering walls, and a surge of wetness touches your tongue, and you didn't hesitate to lap her essence until her thighs shake from overstimulation - that's when you pull away and rest your cheek against your thigh while you squirm as your arousal dampens your underwear - and it's starting to become uncomfortable. 

"Good girl," She praised and caressed the top of your head. "I will reward you." Karina presses a kiss against your forehead. 

"Stay here," She whispers, "I'll get something, okay?"

"Yes," You pant as the latter slips away gracefully, and while she's away for a moment, you inhale her scent in the sheets and sigh blissfully. She smells divine. 

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Karina standing - naked, allowing you to see her lithe physique. Her body is carved with perfection. Your eyes travel lower and - your jaw slacks. Trapped to her hips was a strap. 

A double-ended strap. 

Karina's eyes ate you up predatorily as she stalks towards you, but your eyes were focused on the long, thick strap between her legs. You watch, slacked-jawed as she sits on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her hazel-colored eyes glaze with lust as she rakes her eyes at your figure. 

"Strip," She commands, and you didn't need to be told twice as you quickly, haphazardly discard your clothes, leaving them to flood her marble floors. "Good girl," She purrs as her slender hand pats her thigh. "Now come to me." 

You oblige by crawling to her. Your cunt flutters due to exposure as you crawl towards your mistress with hooded eyes, Karina watches you intently as you straddle her strong thighs, hands on her shoulders while the pads of her fingers dance around your hips while her lips press butterfly kisses around the pillar of your neck before going behind your ear:

"Ride me,"

Say less

With a puff of your breath, Karina helps you align your sopping cunt to her faux cock. The latter grunts as you slowly sink into her thick cock. You bounce up and down, pussy rubbing against hers as you dig your nails against Karina's shoulders, hearing the older woman hiss, you loosened your grip, muttering: "Sorry-"

She cuts you off by flushing you against her and thrusting her hips, faces contorting with pleasure, and her lips curl to a wolfish smirk when your lips let out streams of moans. 

"It's okay, baby - oh fuck. Keep doing it. Ride me, harder." 

"Fuck," You mewl as your hips meet her thrusts, your jaw drops into an 'O' shape as your release a particular squeal that has Karina groaning and caresses your ass before she spanks it roughly, emitting a whimper from your mouth as you hide your head in the crook of her neck while her lips attack your neck by sucking. Walls clenching and throbbing around her, you were so slick and wet that your juices dripped down on her thighs. 

"Yeah, just like that." Karina gasps, letting out a guttural moan as the other side of the strap digs against her clit. Karina thrusts her hips upward in motion with yours, fucking you hard and deep that your vision grew irregular as a strange pressure grows on your stomach, your insides pulsing and tingling - you're close.

"Karina," You mewl, and you press yourself harder against her, your position coming off as intimately close. "I'm close - please-"

"Keep going," She growls, pounding into you harder to the point that her thrusts are shallow. Both bodies are covered in a thick sheen of sweat as beads of exertion form on both your foreheads. The smell of perfume and sex permeates in the air accompanied by sinful noises coming from you and the older woman. 

The pressure grows strong inside of you, losing all inhibition as you kiss the older woman - searingly, all-consuming as she swallows your moans. Her arms snake around you, pulling you impossibly closer to her hot body as you come undone with a gnawing urge to say something - call out the title the woman deserves. 

But you refuse at the embarrassing possibility, so instead, you pull away and bite her shoulder, earning you a moan from the older woman as she cums. Both ends of the strap are covered with your juices as her hips stutter. 

Fire consumes your body as you lift your head from her shoulder and gently kiss the mark you left on the woman before resting your head on the crook of her neck, both chests heaving harshly for breath while your mistress brushes a hand against your back. 

You lean away from her, and you're greeted with an equally spent Karina whose lips curl to a satisfied smirk. "Do you want me to clean you up?"

You shook your head sideways, not wanting to leave her arms. 

"Very well," She pecks your lips as she grabs the duvet with her other hand to cover your lower parts without pulling out of you. She adjusted the both of you while her faux cock stays inside you, coaxing a soft moan out of you as she whispers in your ear: 

"Sleep, pretty girl. We have a flight to catch tomorrow."

"I'll take a shower," You said. 

"And I'll join you," Karina said, "It'll be faster." She said.

Well...

The bathroom echoes with your shared moans as the older woman plows into you with utter control as she presses you firmly against the marble wall. 

You don't know how long you two were at it. All you could do was claw Karina's back in pure bliss as water runs down your bodies. 

"Shit," Karina mewls, "Fuck, baby. You're so tight!" She emphasizes by roughly pounding into you as the other end of the dildo rubs against her walls deliciously, causing you to throw your head back against the wall. 

Despite the running water, it doesn't conceal the sounds of obscene activity you and the older woman are doing. 

You cry out and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she hits the spot that makes you see stars. You dig your heels against her ass, forcing her to thrust deeper into you. Her faux cock blissfully rubs against your walls as she fucks you into the wall. 

"Are you close?" She moans when you kiss her Adam's apple before forcing your head against the wall with her other hand. "Answer me, pretty girl." 

"Yes," You whine and clench your walls for good measure. 

Karina's hips stutter before she pistons her hips at a harsh pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head with profanities befalling from your lips. 

The older woman watches you with carnal delight as you writhe under her ministrations. 

You look so pliant, so exquisite - hers. 

The hazel-eyed beauty bristles with feverish desire as she combs her damp hair with her free hand, giving her a messy, slid-back look that makes her devastatingly attractive before she puts her hand back on your hips, keeping you still as she bullies your cunt with her cock. 

"Close," You cry out, "Oh - so close-" There's that urge again, and you refuse it by kissing the older woman who returns it with equal energy as you cum so hard it's blinding. 

Your entire body goes slack, and Karina holds you up with her hands caressing your hips slowly. 

"You okay?" She bemused before pecking your bare shoulder. 

"I don't think I can walk," You mumble as you close your eyes. Karina hums and rests her head against your hammering chest. A whimper leaves your lips as Karina shifts her hips with the strap still lodged inside you. Karina coos in your ear encouragingly, rubbing your hips to ease you, and pulls the strap out with a wet squelch. 

"Fuck," You moan as the strap slips out of you. Your beaten walls ring with sensitivity, and you can't tell if it's better or worse now that Karina pulled out. 

"Did I do too much?" She whispers as she holds you securely. Her touch is gentle and soothing as she caresses your back and waist. 

"Maybe?" You cheekily reply, "I was too busy enjoying it to notice." 

This elicits a grin from the older woman as she pecks your lips. "I'll carry you back into the room. We have a flight to catch at 6 PM."

"Thanks," You sigh as you wrap your arms around the latter and flush against her warm body as she brings you to her room. 

The trip to Tokyo was smooth sailing. 

The older woman always had her arm on the small area of your back whenever you go out together, even during her meetings with clients and investors. There's never a dull moment with your sugar mommy. You exit the stores carrying bags of Gucci, YSL, and Loius Vui. Designer brands? You name, you have it!

These shopping sprees paired with dinners at the finest restaurants in the city had you ready to give Karina what she wanted: you. 

Not that you minded. Especially when Karina gives you mind-blowing orgasms; you'd let her do anything to you, even slip a vibrator inside you without any chances of coming undone.

You bite your lower lip to suppress a whine as the device edges you once again. Your hands grip the utensils while Karina talks with one of her loyal clients with a dangerous gleam dancing in her eyes. Your walls clench around the vibrator, your arousal dampening your underwear. You can only hope that it won't stain your dress. Your thighs quiver whenever you move as the vibrator strikes deeper, forcing you to bite into your pasta to prevent an embarrassing moan from leaving your lips. 

Hot and bothered, you shakily reach for a glass of water as Karina turns to look at you, her carnal delight hiding behind the mask of faux curiosity. 

"How about you, darling? Do you like the food Chef Nakamoto made?"

"Yes," You say through gritted teeth as Karina adjusts the dial to 'high'. 

"Well," Sakura, the client, chimes with a warm smile. "I enjoyed the dinner. I'll have my secretary have the documents ready by tomorrow. Thank you, Miss Bae." 

Karina stands up, and you follow her example as you three bow together and head back to her penthouse suite. 

The balcony allows you to have a good view of Tokyo's city lights. Aside from the pool, there's also a canopy bed good for a couple a few feet from the pool. 

You hold on to one of the railings as Karina leads you by the pool while the device vibrates inside you. You grip her hand, garnering the attention of the former as you look at her with pleading eyes. 

"Can I cum, please, Karina?" You begged, "I can't hold it any longer." 

God, begging is so unbecoming.

But the older woman replies with a vile smirk as she raises your hand to her lips. "It entices you, doesn't it?" She sneers, "Being denied over and over again in public." 

"Karina-"

"Easy, princess." She chuckles as you clench your thighs together. "Why don't you join me in the pool tonight, hm? The moon looks nice." 

You swallow hard and nod, not trusting your words as the woman pecks your lips. "Your swimsuit is in the living room, and meet me in the pool once you're dressed."

"Okay," you whisper against her lips before she walks past you. 

With shaky legs, you enter the living room and fetch the swimsuit that lay atop the cushioned settee, and changed in one of Karina's bathrooms with the vibrator still inside you. 

Upon reaching the pool, Karina's already in the pool with her hand securing the stem of her wine glass. The woman is wearing a goddamn revealing swimwear, backless and sexy, giving you a good view of her amazing back view. 

"There you are," She turns around with a smirk. "I thought you took care of your inconvenience in the living room." 

You shake your head sideways while the low hum of the vibrator squelches inside of you. "I could never do that when you can do it better." 

She guffaws and pats the ledge of the pool. "Sit. You've been a good girl." 

You oblige and sit on the ledge of the pool as Karina makes her way to you. The pool sloshes at her movements as she stops before your closed thighs. She places her drink on the ledge before using both hands to pry your thighs apart. You breathe in her scent as she comes closer, glazed hazel eyes watching your faces as one of her fingers moves the rim of your swimwear and underwear, eliciting a soft mewl from you as the pads of her digits play with your slick folds. 

"Look at that," She bemused, "You're so wet." 

And she pulls out the vibrator, eliciting a moan from you as she turns the device off and puts it on the ledger. The older woman kisses the inner area of your thigh before pulling away to sit on the shallow side of the pool. 

"Join me," She coaxes, and you didn't need to be told twice as you drop to the pool, the cold, yet oddly satisfying water soothes you as you swim towards the older woman who has her arms resting on the ledges. She uses one hand to beckon you closer and sit on her lap. 

Your slick rubs against her skin and mixes with the water while you keep your hands to your sides, unsure of the outcome if you allow yourself to touch her. 

Karina inclines her head as she snakes both arms around your waist, pressing you firmly against her lean body. "It's okay," She whispers and assaults your neck with butterfly kisses. "You can touch me, baby." 

A sigh escapes your lips as you play with the ends of her hair while ignoring the throbbing in your core. 

Karina's hand caresses your back, "You've been a good girl, aren't you?" She inhales your scent and sighs. You've been wearing her signature scent for the entirety of the vacation, marking you as hers. 

She pulls you for a soft, sensual kiss. Her lips are plump and warm as it molds and moves against yours. Your hands cling to her nape. Her hands move freely against your straddled figure while your thighs trap her below you. A deep rumble echoes from her chest as your bodies begin to heat up with desire. 

You kiss her until your lungs burned. 

And when you feel your lungs constricting, you pull away with batted breath. 

"Keep up with me, darling." She teased, "I'm going to reward us both." 

Before you can ask, her hand goes down to your pelvis and moves the fabric aside, and thrusts three fingers into you.

You arch against her, moaning in sinful delight for receiving what she had been denying you for hours.

"Fuck!" You mewl as her other hand grabs the back of your hair and pulls it back, leaving your neck open and vulnerable for her as she sucks on every exposed expanse of your skin until it changes to a hue of light pink that'll turn to blue, green and wine-like stains the next morning. 

"So sensitive," She teases, and you clench your walls in retaliation earning a soft gasp from her as more of your slick exits your folds. 

"So drenched," She adds as she deepens her digits, earning her another moan from you as you allow your head to fall on her broad shoulder as she fucks her fingers into you. Your nails dig into her skin as she increases her pace, and the pool sloshes with your ministrations as you roll your hips against her hand. 

It didn't take long for her to rub a spongey area of your walls - your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you come undone unannounced. 

"That's a good girl," Karina praises as she helps you ride your high and gently nips your neck. "I hope you're not too spent yet, darling." She rasps as she licks your jaw, making you whine before pulling away and kissing you gently. 

"Come," Karina helps you get up and situates you on the ledge as she grabs a towel stationed near you and wipes your skin dry before reaching your legs. She parts them, eliciting a mewl from you as she lightly dabs the mess you left in between your legs. 

"Easy, baby." The Hazel-eyed goddess grins, "We're not done yet." Teasingly, she cups your cunt, making your thighs slightly jump at her soaked hand and shooting you a wink when you whined. 

Karina's touches are soft, teasing, and sensual. 

And it's driving you crazy as she helps you slip out of the pool and to the canopy bed. 

She laid you gently against the sheets while she took off her swimsuit and disappeared inside. Minutes later, she comes out with a strap harnessed in between her legs, gesturing for your clothes to be removed.

You clumsily take the swimwear off your skin, leaving it on the floor as the woman joins you. 

Karina perches her knee on top of the soft mattress and crawls toward you like a lioness cornering her prey. The sinews of her muscle showed as she looms above you, her toned arms cage your sides, and her legs caged yous. Unabashed, you look at her lips before raising your head to capture them. You release yourself from the towel and latch onto her back. The black-haired woman moans and presses you against the mattress as she kisses you with an all-consuming passion. Karina's hands glide to your wrist and pin them to the sides of your head as she grinds her faux cock against your seeping cunt. 

Your sugar mommy pulls away and attacks the expanse of your neck with kisses that morph into generous bites. You close your eyes and allow your head to fall on the soft pillows. 

Your hips jut against hers - the older woman bites your collar in return as her arousal drips down her thighs. 

"On your stomach," She commands. You obey.

"Hips up," Karina growls. You obeyed, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that was already dripping with arousal. "Good girl," She purred and slapped your folds, making you cry out as more of your essence dripped down.

The older woman uses your slick to coat her cock before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides before her right hand moves to your neck, applying pressure, causing you to gasp and jut your hips at her dildo. 

Karina's other hand digs her nails against your neck, making you hiss in both pleasure and pain as she thrusts her entire length. The head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotical delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust. Compared to her fingers, you feel full. Your walls fluttered, pulsing around her as Karina sets a brutal pace.

"Karina," You cry out as her hand leaves your neck and kisses your shoulder. Her hips hit the curvature of your ass. You can feel her abs flex and stiffen at her pace. 

"Y/N," She moans, holding you down by your shoulders as she jackhammers inside you while the bulb presses into her walls. You both feel hot and dripping in sweat as she meets every roll of your hips. Your head falls against the pillows, letting the older woman have her way with you as her lips chase your neck and bite your skin, making you cry out as she spanks you. 

"Mine," She growls against your ear and gently bites it. "You're mine, baby. Do you understand?"

Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Karina's marks. 

Her patience runs thin, and she thrusts harshly, "Answer me, pretty girl. Do you fucking understand?"

Your stomach coils, and your arms shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours. 

"Yes - mommy." 

Oh shit

You hope she didn't hear you. 

The older woman digs her nails into your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral. Her hands grope any skin available for her as her need for release pushes her closer to the edge. 

You aren't far behind her, either.

And she knows this, too. 

The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching, and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked, and your mewls were breathy as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and-

You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A vile grin breaks into Karina's lips as she repeatedly aims the spot, making your arms weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam. Moan after moan leaves your lips.

"Are you close?"

"Yes," You whimper with your eyes closed. A broken sob escapes your lips when her teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. 

"Repeat my title, baby." She rasps. 

What?

"Mommy," She clarifies, "Call me mommy when I fuck you." 

So she did hear...

"Are you close?" She repeats. Another broken sob leaves your lips as you replay to her: "Yes, mommy - fuck, I'm so close."

Karina bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips as you cum. Your walls fluttered as the older woman cums too. 

She drops her head against your nape, and her warm breath fans your sensitive skin as her arm wraps gently around yours. Swallowing thickly, she pulls out. 

You let out a frail moan as more of your cum leaks out of your abused cunt. The older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her. 

Karina looks beautiful in the afterglow of sex, her pristine appearance is slightly flushed, and her lips are swollen. 

"Can you do one more for mommy?" She murmurs as she maps your face with light kisses. 

And who are you to deny her? You cup her face and peck her plump lips. "Use me, mommy."

A smirk breaks past her pretty lips. "Hips up," She gently commands. You obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots in your hips. Karina quickly places a pillow underneath your hips as her lips find yours, consuming you again.

Your hands circle her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there, and moaning softly when your tongue breaches into her mouth. 

The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with your juices as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.

Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips, and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Karina hides her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging in your moans. 

"Mommy's got you," She coaxes, and her hips begin to move. 

Gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need. 

"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.

Your mistress growls and pulls away with a wolfish grin on her lips as she snaps her lips with need. 

The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in, and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Karina is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering "Mommy" on the lobe of her ear, driving her insane and increases the power of her thrusts, rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could practically hear the bed mimicking your trembling legs beneath the older woman as your cunt takes her. The squelching sounds add to the symphony between the two of you. 

The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. 

You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving Karina the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.

"That's it, baby." The hazel-eyed beauty grunts with effort, her pace merciless, forcing you upward so that she has to wrap her arms around you to keep you in place. 

"You're taking mommy so well." 

Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand.

"You belong to me now, love." She whimpers as you jut your hips. "Say it, that you belong to me." 

"I belong to you, mommy." You whimpered, causing the woman above you to close her eyes, heart fluttering upon hearing the sound of her title falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close, please, please don't stop."

"I won't," She prompts softly, hitting deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body. You're pushed over the edge with a sob as your body racks with pleasure; another orgasm crashes through you like a truck as you fall limply, squirting around her cock. 

But she keeps fucking into you. 

"Mommy," You mewl as you try to pry her off. "Too much," 

"One more," She pants, "Give me one more, love. Can you do that - fuck - for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your mistress, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. 

Karina slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

She kisses you feverishly; she swallows your whimpers as she doubles the pace, making your back arch against her front. 

You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, both walls painfully throbbing for release as your broken moans fuel her and the thin line between pain and pleasure blurred as she stuffs you with her cock. 

"More," You panted and clawed her back for leverage. "I'm so close, mommy. So, so close." 

"You like that, hm?" She pants and moans softly when your stomach bulges from her thrusts. "Like it when mommy fucks you senseless? Treat you like a fuckdoll?"

You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix. You tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Karina hiss and speeds to a despearate pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the tip keeps kissing your cervix, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. 

You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones, and her hoarse moans fill your ears as you bite her Adam's apple, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, dragging her fake cock in and out of your quivering folds. 

Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace. The older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senselessly. 

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension, and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling, and roaring like a beast in your stomach, the pressure between your legs immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time, vision blackening as she throws you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole, and you're shaking ferociously.

Karina bites your shoulder and comes hard with a harsh shudder. You held onto her tightly. Lungs panted for batted breath as she cradles you, prepping her kisses all over your face and brushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear as you tremble in her arms. 

"Sh," She coaxes, "I got you. You did so well." She pressed another kiss on your lips, allowing you to anchor yourself into her. "Hang on, baby. I'll carry you to the bed inside, okay?"

Throat raw from moaning and screaming, you nod, and the woman carries you effortlessly without pulling out. You tighten your arms around her, feeling her against your walls as she carried you inside your private quarters. 

She lay you gently against the bed and gently pulls out from your battered walls, and throws the toy somewhere in the room as she lays beside you, her arms automatically finding yours as she flips you so you can be on top of her while the other hand reaches for the sheets so she can keep you warm. 

"Thank you," You croaked as you rest your head against her chest and inhaled her soft scent. 

Karina returns your gratitude with a soft kiss against your forehead and rubs your back softly, lulling you into sleep. But not without hearing her raspy voice:

"Goodnight, darling. And thank you for indulging me." 

"Here we are," Karina parks the car near the university's main building. You tear your gaze away from the window and towards your provider. 

"Thanks, Karina." You lean and peck her cheek before exiting the car. 

"Wait," The latter calls out and follows after you. The ends of her coat dance in the wind as Karina stands beside you. "I'll escort you there." It wasn't a request, but you didn't mind as you offer to her your hand. Karina smiles brightly, her skin glowing as the golden rays of the sun kiss her face, giving her hazel eyes a bright glow as she takes your hand. You walk together. 

"Are you free after class?" She inquires as your footfalls clack against the pavement. 

For her? 

"Yes," 

"Then I'll pick you up ten minutes after classes, yeah?"

"Sure-"

"And what do we have here?" You freeze while Karina whips her head to the back, where her sister - the dean is standing with her hands on her hips with a perfectly arched brow directed at the both of you, her expression: surprised. 

"Irene," Karina greets with a coy grin as you turn to face her. The Hotel Magnate quickly wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you close to her while you bow respectfully towards your dean. 

"Good morning, Miss Bae." 

"At ease, Miss Seol." 

You straighten your back to see that the dean has her eyes on her sibling, and a small smile graces the older Bae's lips. 

"So, when did you start boning one of my students, sister?"

"That's a long story, Joohyun." She looks at you, "Come on, I'll take you to the building." You eagerly agree with your paramour and bow to the dean again before leaving her standing there. 

"What are we going to do?" You whisper to her, and she sends you a wink. 

"She won't interfere, darling." She peers over her shoulder and smirks before returning her gaze to you and kissing you softly. 

"You're mine. Remember that." Karina breathes against your lips. "And my sister can't do a thing about it." 

Fin

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𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)

a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list

a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.

“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.

“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.

“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?” 

“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.” 

Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon. 

“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.

“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?

Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.

“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.” 

“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.

You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.

“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.

“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.” 

“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more. 

There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting. 

Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.

“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.

“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.

Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first? 

Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once? 

“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him. 

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous? 

“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.” 

As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–

Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…” 

You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different. 

Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.

“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?” 

“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–” 

“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily. 

“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.

His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.

His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation. 

“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.

You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…” 

You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.

Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.

He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil. 

From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps. 

When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.

“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.

“-toru, what are you–?!” 

Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.

“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling  down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace. 

He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.

He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.

“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.” 

Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”

His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.

“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?” 

You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long. 

His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan. 

“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on. 

“F-For more lingerie?” 

“No, for a fucking crib.”

“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”

Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.

“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.” 

You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly. 

He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on. 

“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”

You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”

Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–” 

“Satoru.”

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[techniktagebuch]

8. und 9. April 2024

Das Fernsehen von vor 50 Jahren

Wir wohnen in Schottland in einer hölzernen Kate von etwa acht Quadratmetern, die einen Fernseher enthält. "Früher wäre das nicht gegangen, ein Röhrenfernseher hätte da gar nicht reingepasst", sage ich. Aleks sagt: "Da können wir heute Abend schön fernsehen!" Denn in seiner Wohnung geht das nicht. Ich lache über die absurde Idee, aber dann verbringen wir wirklich den Abend damit, eine Aufzeichnung des Eurovision Song Contest von 1974 anzuschauen.

Es ist alles sehr faszinierend. Jeder Song wird von einem Orchester live begleitet. Das Orchester ist immer dasselbe, aber für jeden Song kommt ein Dirigent aus dem jeweiligen Land dazu. Bei der Punktevergabe wird das Ergebnis an einer Wand dargestellt, an der es zu jedem Land Umblätterzahlen gibt. Wenn die Umblätterperson (nicht im Bild) sich vertut, muss sie alle Zahlen von 0-9 einmal durchblättern, um wieder zur richtigen zu gelangen. Das führt manchmal zu verwirrenden Anblicken.

Hier hat Irland wegen eines Umblätterfehlers gerade 90 Punkte und liegt damit weit vor ABBA. Aber nur sehr kurz. (Screenshot aus einem YouTube-Video, das nicht lange genug existieren wird für eine Verlinkung, aber wahrscheinlich wird sich auch nach dem Verschwinden dieses Videos ohne viel Mühe eine Aufzeichnung des ESC 1974 finden lassen.)

Die Kameraführung ist ungelenk und ruckelig, aber ich kann nicht einschätzen, ob das an individuellem Ungeschick liegt oder ob Kamerastative in den 1970er Jahren äußerst schwergängig waren.

Am zweiten Abend sehen wir eine Folge der 70er-Jahre-Serie "The Six Million Dollar Man", die wir bis dahin beide nur dem Namen nach kannten. Lee Majors ist nach einem Unfall ein Cyborg mit verschiedenen Implantaten. Er kann sehr schnell rennen, was dadurch dargestellt wird, dass er in Zeitlupe rennt. Ich spekuliere zuerst, dass es damals vielleicht noch keine Zeitrafferaufnahmen gab, aber dann kommt eine kurze Zeitraffersequenz, es muss also gegangen sein. Der Grund für die Zeitlupendarstellung bleibt unklar.

In Lee Majors' Auge ist eine Kamera mit Zoom eingebaut, was man daran erkennt, dass ein rechteckiges Scharfstell-Kästchen im Bild erscheint wie bei ... ich weiß eigentlich auch nicht, worauf sich diese Darstellung bezieht. Fotokameras von damals? Filmkameras? Wenn Majors das Kameraauge auf seine Umgebung richtet, kann er auch gleich identifizieren, welches Fahrzeug diese charakteristischen Spuren hinterlassen hat. Das passiert aber nicht, indem diese Informationen in die Auge-Ansicht eingeblendet werden wie in der Bar-Szene am Anfang von "Terminator 2", sondern er muss diese Informationen für uns Zuschauende laut aussprechen: "Aha! Spuren von einem Soundso-Fahrzeug!" Das liegt wahrscheinlich daran, dass Monitore noch gar nicht so richtig existieren. Man müsste also auf Endlospapier ausgedruckt zeigen, was Majors da erkennt, und ein Drucker im Kopf, das war selbst den Entwicklern dieser Serie zu blöd.

Dann betritt jemand eine militärische Einrichtung, um sich alle Daten zu fehlenden Fahrzeugen oder Boden-Luft-Raketen geben zu lassen: "We'll use a computer!", kündigt er wichtig an. Diesen Computer sieht man dann gar nicht bei der Arbeit, jedenfalls nicht auf eine für uns erkennbare Weise. An einem Schrank blinken Lichter, dann teilt ein Mensch das Ergebnis mit.

Unter Lee Majors Implantaten ist auch keins, das der Kommunikation dient. Wenn er sich mit seinen Kollegen abspricht, muss er ein Funkgerät verwenden. Wo er dieses Funkgerät aufbewahrt, wenn es gerade nicht gebraucht wird, sieht man nicht. Vielleicht enthält der bionische Körper irgendwo ein Schrankfach.

Direkt nach dem Ende dieser (kurzen, aber durch sehr viele Werbeunterbrechnungen verlängerten Folge) kommt genau dieselbe Folge noch mal. Vielleicht läuft sie den ganzen Tag. Das wäre dann so ähnlich wie Streaming.

Am dritten Abend sehen wir eine weitere Folge von "The Six Million Dollar Man", aber diesmal kommt weniger Technik vor. Außerdem hat sich der Reiz des 70er-Jahre-Fernsehens abgenutzt. Wir gucken noch einem britischen Hundetrainer beim Erziehen von Hunden zu, aber das ist schon fast genau wie YouTube, nur langweiliger. Danach verlassen wir die hölzerne Fernsehkate wieder.

(Kathrin Passig)

#Großbritannien #Fernsehen #Fernseher #Serie #The Six Million Dollar Man #ESC #Eurovision Song Contest #Zeitlupe #Zeitraffer #Musik #Funkgerät #Monitor #Computer #Kamera #Technikdarstellungstechnik #Kathrin Passig

[x-heesy]

𝗠𝝠𝗗 𝗣𝝠𝗡𝗗𝝠 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗗𝝝𝝝𝗠 🐼

Open letter to @staff

With all due respect 🫡

Hier die Definition , als freundliche Erinnerung, eures Jobs:

„Community, group of people who pursue a common goal, cultivate common interests, feel committed to common values; Community (especially the user on the Internet)“

Seit Eurer feindlichen Übernahme hier, von den derzeitigen Besitzern, ist Dumblr ein widerlicher weltfremder Ort, wo die ausschlachtung des maximalen Profit und unnötige Belanglosigkeiten wie Eurer extrem überteuerten & nutzlosen premium „Services“ 🤦🏽‍♂️ als Priorität gelten & hingegen gleichzeitig die fast überall geltenden Menschenrechte mit den Füßen getreten werden!

& Funktionalität & usability sind seit Eurer Version für ios zum Beispiel seit Version 19.9 alles andere als Updates sondern massive downgrades- alles sehr sehr sehr unprofessional „programmiert“

Eure ethnische Säuberung war nicht nur Menschenrechte verachtend & unmenschlich, sondern speziell für mental kranke Users sogar besorgniserregend & kriminell, dEnn Ihr habt auch eine gewisse Verantwortung diesen Mitmenschen gegenüber = Community 🫶🏽

Und jetzt sind explizit geltende Kunst 🎭 plötzlich erlaubt❓❓ whuut tha Phuck 😬 (was ich sehr erfreut in Kenntnis genommen habe) 🫶🏽

Will sagen: Ihr wart von Beginn eures terror Regimes nur GEGEN EURE EIGENEN USER: COMMUNITY= antisozial Deluxe

Dies ist die Definition für euren mothertrucking job

SUPPORT:

„jemandem oder etwas zustimmen und ihn ermutigen, weil man möchte, dass er, sie oder es Erfolg hat“

& Euren million dollar verschlingenden, panischen und stümperhaften Versuche 🧪 porn bots zu eliminieren, schlug kläglich fehl! (Und dies sehr auf die Kosten der hier vertretenden, einst wunderschönen Vielfalt diverser Kunst Blogs) 🪦

Ich appelliere an euren gesunden Menschenverstand

Bitte macht tumblr wieder zu einem besseren Ort 🫶🏽

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Here is the definition, as a friendly reminder, of your job:

„Community, group of people who pursue a common goal, cultivate common interests, feel committed to common values; Community (especially the user on the Internet)“

Since your hostile takeover here, from the current owners, Dumblr has been a disgusting unworldly place where the exploitation of maximum profit and unnecessary trivia like your extremely overpriced & useless premium "services" 🤦🏽‍♂️ are the priority & at the same time the almost everywhere applicable human rights are trampled on!

& Functionality & usability have been anything but updates since your version for ios, for example since version 19.9, but massive downgrades - all very, very, very unprofessionally "programmed"

Your ethnic cleansing was not only despicable & inhumane, but also worrying & criminal, especially for mentally ill users, because you also have a certain responsibility towards these fellow human beings = community 🫶🏽

And now explicitly valid art 🎭 is suddenly allowed❓❓ whuut tha Phuck 😬 (which I was very pleased to learn) 🫶🏽

Want to say: From the beginning of your terror regime you were only AGAINST YOUR OWN USERS: COMMUNITY= antisocial deluxe

This is the definition of your mother trucking job

SUPPORT:

"to agree with and give encouragement to someone or something because you want him, her, or it to succeed"

& your million dollar gulping, panicky and blundering attempts to eliminate 🧪 porn bots failed miserably! (And this at the expense of the once wonderful variety of diverse art blogs represented here) 🪦

I appeal to your common sense

Please make tumblr a better place again 🫶🏽

—

Ecco la definizione, come promemoria amichevole, del tuo lavoro:

„Comunità, gruppo di persone che perseguono un obiettivo comune, coltivano interessi comuni, si sentono legati a valori comuni; Comunità (soprattutto l'utente su Internet)“

Dalla tua acquisizione ostile qui, da parte degli attuali proprietari, Dumblr è stato un disgustoso luogo ultraterreno in cui lo sfruttamento del massimo profitto e banalità inutili come i tuoi "servizi" premium estremamente costosi e inutili 🤦🏽‍♂️ sono la priorità e allo stesso tempo il quasi ovunque i diritti umani applicabili vengono calpestati!

& Funzionalità e usabilità sono state tutt'altro che aggiornamenti dalla tua versione per ios, ad esempio dalla versione 19.9, ma enormi downgrade - tutti "programmati" in modo molto, molto, molto poco professionale

La tua pulizia etnica non è stata solo spregevole e disumana, ma anche preoccupante e criminale, soprattutto per gli utenti malati di mente, perché hai anche una certa responsabilità nei confronti di questi altri esseri umani = comunità 🫶🏽

E ora l'arte 🎭 esplicitamente valida è improvvisamente consentita❓❓ whuut tha Phuck 😬 (cosa che mi ha fatto molto piacere apprendere) 🫶🏽

Voglio dire: dall'inizio del tuo regime di terrore eri solo CONTRO I TUOI UTENTI: COMMUNITY= antisocial deluxe

Questa è la definizione del lavoro di autotrasporto di tua madre

SUPPORTO:

"essere d'accordo e dare incoraggiamento a qualcuno o qualcosa perché vuoi che lui, lei o lui abbia successo"

e i tuoi tentativi da un milione di dollari di deglutizione, panico e errori per eliminare 🧪 i robot porno sono falliti miseramente! (E questo a scapito della varietà un tempo meravigliosa di diversi blog d'arte qui rappresentati) 🪦

Mi appello al vostro buon senso

Per favore, rendi di nuovo Tumblr un posto migliore 🫶🏽

—-

Aquí está la definición, como un recordatorio amistoso, de su trabajo:

„Comunidad, grupo de personas que persiguen un fin común, cultivan intereses comunes, se sienten comprometidas con valores comunes; Comunidad (especialmente el usuario en Internet)“

Desde su adquisición hostil aquí, de los propietarios actuales, Dumblr ha sido un lugar repugnante fuera del mundo donde la explotación de la máxima ganancia y trivialidades innecesarias como sus "servicios" premium extremadamente caros e inútiles 🤦🏽‍♂️ son la prioridad y al mismo tiempo la ¡casi en todas partes se pisotean los derechos humanos aplicables!

& La funcionalidad y la usabilidad han sido cualquier cosa menos actualizaciones desde su versión para ios, por ejemplo, desde la versión 19.9, sino degradaciones masivas, todas muy, muy, muy poco profesionales "programadas".

Su limpieza étnica no solo fue despreciable e inhumana, sino también preocupante y criminal, especialmente para los usuarios con enfermedades mentales, porque también tiene cierta responsabilidad hacia estos seres humanos = comunidad 🫶🏽

Y ahora el arte explícitamente válido 🎭 de repente está permitido❓❓ whuut tha Phuck 😬 (que me complació mucho aprender) 🫶🏽

Quiero decir: desde el comienzo de su régimen de terror, solo estaba EN CONTRA DE SUS PROPIOS USUARIOS: COMMUNITY = antisocial deluxe

Esta es la definición de tu trabajo de camionero madre

APOYO:

"estar de acuerdo y dar aliento a alguien o algo porque quieres que él, ella o eso tenga éxito"

¡y sus intentos de millones de dólares de tragar, entrar en pánico y cometer errores para eliminar 🧪 bots porno fallaron miserablemente! (Y esto a expensas de la maravillosa variedad de diversos blogs de arte representados aquí) 🪦

Apelo a tu sentido común

Por favor, haz de Tumblr un lugar mejor otra vez 🫶🏽

—

Voici la définition, pour rappel amical, de votre métier :

„Communauté, groupe de personnes qui poursuivent un objectif commun, cultivent des intérêts communs, se sentent attachés à des valeurs communes ; Communauté (en particulier l'utilisateur sur Internet)“

Depuis votre prise de contrôle hostile ici, par les propriétaires actuels, Dumblr a été un endroit surnaturel dégoûtant où l'exploitation du profit maximum et des anecdotes inutiles comme vos "services" premium extrêmement chers et inutiles 🤦🏽‍♂️ sont la priorité et en même temps le presque partout, les droits de l'homme applicables sont bafoués !

& La fonctionnalité et la convivialité ont été tout sauf des mises à jour depuis votre version pour ios, par exemple depuis la version 19.9, mais des rétrogradations massives - toutes "programmées" de manière très, très, très peu professionnelle

Votre épuration ethnique était non seulement ignoble & inhumaine, mais aussi inquiétante & criminelle, surtout pour les usagers malades mentaux, car vous avez aussi une certaine responsabilité envers ces êtres humains = communauté 🫶🏽

Et maintenant, l'art explicitement valide 🎭 est soudainement autorisé ❓❓ whuut tha Phuck 😬 (ce que j'ai été très heureux d'apprendre) 🫶🏽

Envie de dire : depuis le début de votre régime de terreur, vous n'étiez que CONTRE VOS PROPRES UTILISATEURS : COMMUNAUTÉ = luxe antisocial

C'est la définition de votre travail de camionneur mère

SOUTIEN:

"être d'accord et encourager quelqu'un ou quelque chose parce que vous voulez qu'il réussisse"

& vos tentatives avalées, paniquées et maladroites d'un million de dollars pour éliminer 🧪 les robots pornos ont échoué lamentablement ! (Et cela au détriment de la variété autrefois merveilleuse de blogs d'art divers représentés ici) 🪦

je fais appel à votre bon sens

S'il vous plaît, faites de tumblr un meilleur endroit à nouveau 🫶🏽

#maybeiamadreamerbutiamnottheonlyone

New World by Zap Mama

#learning with x-heesy #some facts #open letter #absurdistan #7/2023 #tumblr staff #tumblr support #failed #epic fail #we Are tumblr #question everything #rise rebel resist #dictature #go to school #x-heesy #my wisdom #wisdoom #wisdom #knowledge #pro life mfz #community #user rights #human rights #mf peace

[homemadegirlbossbattle]

ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 7

Abigail Hugh (@riggedbones) vs. Laverne Alba (@simply-jason)

Abigail Hugh info:

Description: Abby, known more widely as Dr. Hugh, has sparked a revolution in the sciences! A true believer in the concept of a renaissance (wo)man, she, along with her former colleague Dr. Bryss (rest in peace), has started her own completely independent laboratory studying a myriad of things, from anatomy to psychology. If you've heard rumors of the lab taking controversial sponsors from shady government organizations, please remember that they are just rumors. Don't mind her fixation on the workings of life and death, I'm sure that's not relevant to anything.

Crimes:

Attempted to bring an estranged friend back to life, completely focusing on her own feelings for her friend and ignoring the fact that said estranged friend did not want anything to do with her anymore. When the result of said resurrection resulted in the creation of a whole new person instead of her friend, her denial of this fact led to some bad things for this new person. Took government sponsorships the co-founder of her lab expressly stated not to get involved with (this is the estranged friend and why they are estranged) Often takes credit for the work of her employees Process of (attempting to) bring someone back to life involved a lot of materials from unethical sources. Essentially ended up stealing her friend's brain. Idk she like p much ends up working for the US government full time

Other notes from the submitter: hiiiiiii

Laverne Alba info:

Description:

Laverne is a 30-year old white Romanian woman who took over her father's business in her late teens. She's strong-willed and stubborn, with a bad habit of focusing on her social status. Peak nepotism baby, babey!

*Note: Laverne is a fandom OC for Grand Theft Auto 5/Online.

Appearance: Laverne has rounded yet defined facial features, with strong cheekbones, a soft jaw, and full lips. She has various tattoos across her body, with her largest pieces being two geometric designs over her torso. She also has a few smaller pieces on her arms and legs.She has a chin-length, choppy bob with a side-bang, which she often straightens.

Crimes:

The business she came to ownership for, Canics Corp., is a thriving business with its hand grasping the criminal underworld with an iron fist.

On the surface, Canics Corp. is a composite financial institution which underwrites the risk of loss of, or damage to, person and business assets, and life and limb. Operating by pooling risk among a large number of policy holders; premiums are based on the probability of a particular even occurring and overseen by the company’s actuarial staff members. However, the further one dug, the company is revealed to be more than meets the eye. Canics Corp. is the center of organized crime in Downtown Los Santos. Illegal cargo, stolen goods, forged documents, and counterfeit cash power the empire hidden behind closed doors.

Laundry List of Crimes & Wrongdoings:

Several Counts of Murder (1st, 2nd, 3rd degrees and manslaughter) Millions, if not billions, of dollars worth of theft (including from paramilitary organizations, the literal military, research labs, and local criminal organizations) Arson. Lots of arson. Possession and Dealing of Controlled Substances Weapons and Cargo Smuggling Piracy Insurance Fraud Money Laundering Conspiracy to commit murder Possession of stolen property Sale of stolen property Impersonation of a public official

She's just vibing, honestly—

Other notes from the submitter: Laverne's absolutely the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Oh! And her personal net worth is approx. $29 million... give or take. We love to see it!

#poll #oc poll #hmgbb

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New York City has been the backdrop for many TV series over the years, from “Law & Order” to “Sex and the City” to “Succession.” But the Showtime series “Billions,” which ends on Sunday after seven seasons, may have been the New Yorkiest of them all. It’s clear from the opening credits, which feature an eagle-eye’s view of Lower Manhattan — but no actors — that New York City is not merely a location but the star. The showrunners, Brian Koppelman and David Levien, planned it that way. “The city plays a central role on the show,” said Mr. Levien. “We always felt like being here and knowing the city was like our secret weapon.” Mr. Koppelman and Mr. Levien were both born on Long Island but eventually moved to New York City. (“Nothing makes you more desperate to be in Manhattan than growing up on Long Island,” Mr. Koppelman said.) The two first worked together on the screenplay for the 1997 film “Rounders,” set in the underground poker scene in New York, and they went on to collaborate on “Knockaround Guys,” “Runaway Jury,” “Solitary Man” and “Ocean’s Thirteen.” But “Billions” was their love letter to New York City. New York has been integral to the plot, which follows the endless battle between hedge fund billionaires (Bobby “Axe” Axelrod, played by Damian Lewis, and in later seasons, Mike Prince, played by Corey Stoll) and the U.S. attorney, Chuck Rhoades Jr. (played by Paul Giamatti).

The characters have visited hundreds of locations in the city, from the Thurgood Marshall United States Court House on Centre Street in Lower Manhattan to Morningside Castle in Morningside Heights and the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. Scenes have been filmed at MetLife Stadium in the Meadowlands, Barclays Center in Brooklyn, and Yonkers Raceway. “There was almost nowhere that we couldn’t shoot, that we wanted to,” Mr. Levien said. The neighborhoods where the “Billions” characters live also serve as shorthand for their personalities. Chuck’s father, Chuck Rhoades Sr., is an old school, blue-blood businessman, so naturally he lives on the wealthiest stretch of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, not far from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Chuck Jr., whose positions as the U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York (and New York attorney general) involve prosecuting financial crimes, lives in a Brooklyn brownstone (the exterior shots are of 49 Eighth Avenue, in Park Slope). “Chuck Sr. would not experiment with another neighborhood just because he could, financially,” said Mr. Koppelman. “He’s not going to go try a loft in TriBeCa.” And it makes sense that Chuck Jr. lives on an understated (but gorgeous) block outside Manhattan: “Chuck would have been a little bit rebellious to his dad’s ways,” Mr. Koppelman said. Brooklyn? “Senior thinks it’s like the frontier, basically.” Axe, the character played by Damian Lewis, is the CEO of Axe Capital, a multibillion-dollar hedge fund. His Manhattan home is an airy, light-filled penthouse, high above the city. “It’s this incredible glass box built on top of this building downtown in TriBeCa,” said Mr. Levien. “Because, you know, he is somebody that would go try some neighborhood, live where he wants, open himself up to new experiences.” The location was an actual apartment where the show filmed for a couple of years — and it impressed even the showrunners. “If you’re a New Yorker, it’s fascinating to walk through what a $60 million apartment is,” Mr. Koppelman said.

As die-hard denizens of New York City, the characters on “Billions” eat at all the best and most famous restaurants. There are scenes set inside upscale white-tablecloth rooms at expensive eateries like Keens Steakhouse, Babbo, Craft, Ai Fiori, Wolfgang’s Steakhouse, Michael’s, The Pool and Marea. But the characters also visit more humble spots: Wo Hop, Gray’s Papaya, Joe’s Pizza, Old Town Bar, Costello’s Claddagh Inn. There are new favorites (Una Pizza Napoletana) as well as New York classics, like Peter Luger’s, Cibao, Second Avenue Deli and Barney Greengrass. Mr. Koppelman said that for New Yorkers, food information is a valuable currency. “Finding the best bao is as important as finding the best four-star flambé or something,” he laughed. “The show was absolutely trying to show you the real thing over and over again each time. Where’s the best hot dog, where’s the best burger?” New York City chefs — including Daniel Boulud, David Chang, Kwame Onwuachi, Tom Colicchio, Alex Guarnaschelli — have made cameo appearances in “Billions,” weaving the show intricately into the food scene. (The show featured so many restaurants that someone wrote a book detailing the locations.) “Because we’re New Yorkers and we care about New York, we care about these restaurants, we care about these people, we want to find a way to showcase what they love about their place and what they do,” said Mr. Koppelman. (And at some restaurants, it’s not just the food that the characters are into: In the first episode of Season 4, Chuck Jr. and the police commissioner visit Sparks Steakhouse and re-enact the 1985 murder of Paul Castellano, the reputed boss of the Gambino crime family — a hit that an F.B.I. investigator said was arranged by John Gotti.) In addition to celebrated places, the show features the occasional lesser-known gem — like Chartwell, “the world’s Only Winston Churchill bookstore.” When he needs some quick cash, Chuck Jr. sells his collection of Winston Churchill books. Being featured on a television show can be a boost for business and for a shop owner’s self-esteem. “Most places that we got feedback from that were featured in the show were extremely happy to be associated and to be recognized sort of like nationally and internationally,” said Mr. Levien.

Watching movies set in New York when they were younger inspired both of the showrunners. The Coney Island scenes in “Warriors” and the dinner scene in “The Godfather,” they said, were especially memorable. “The walking in the back door at the Copa in ‘Goodfellas’ is an all-time classic,” Mr. Levien said. Mr. Koppelman was in awe of the Sal’s Pizza scenes in “Do the Right Thing.” “I’ll never forget the extra cheese argument in that movie. It reveals so much about character,” he said. “It’s a very important thing in my cinematic journey as a young person wanting to do this — we thought over and over and over and over and over again about Sal’s Pizza.” There was only one downside of filming in New York, Mr. Levien said: “Sirens and car horns. Ruining takes. When these actors are locked in concentrating on some serious emotional monologue or moment — and you know, it’s like, ‘Hold for the police helicopter. Hold for the fire truck.’” For their next show, Mr. Levien and Mr. Koppelman may head to Florida. “We’re certainly really animated by the idea of making a show set in Miami,” Mr. Koppelman said. Still, Mr. Levien said filming in New York was “such a privilege.” Mr. Koppelman put it this way: “I do think, as is often the case for a Long Island-born New Yorker, who has been a New Yorker for 35 years, Billy Joel put it best: I’ve loved these days.”

#the last line made me tear up i won't lie #billions #brian koppelman #david levien #set posting #chuck rhoades #chuck rhoades senior #bobby axelrod #must admit i'm really enjoying the mental images of sirens and car horns interrupting takes

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Reminisce, Odumodublvck, Dremo & Powpeezy - Olu Maintain Lyrics

Reminisce, Odumodublvck, Dremo & Powpeezy - Olu Maintain Lyrics Bile Won ni ka drill e wo boya oil maa jade Cash getting bigger Mo n la’gbo , mo n la cigar Durag, Black Tee pelu Jigger Down south, be big deal like jigger Way back dream 1 million Dollars Owo 2 nights ta ba maa? e baller But of course ojadaddy mi o kola You already know kirakita o dola O n wu, o n wu, o n gasinpo ma lo wa o My men we on red we hot awa n gba o A maa ya e bi obo eeyan Kabaka o A maa ya ika si e loju wakawaka Mo wole bi eni to? a gbana, eni to? a gbana omo mo tun dangajiya, we dey la la la Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain Olu Maintain I dey pipe am she dey come back she no want your own again Odomodu bless me shower me bills and prick I go play your game State your claim Anything you want I go swipe and pay Na me be the night and day Mark my ground call me name Odogwu na my name Odogwu from Malay Makanaki I dey, kala dey rain I spray Odumodu gobe Remilekun my name Tire for the jungle nain show me the way For the bando e dey whip am Cocaine All these bitches dem just dey bill me I no wan trabaye Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain Mo jokoo sori aga reminiscing About all the times and days I no get... Won ro pe o ti tan, they thought I was finished Now I dey get money in 7 digits Lati Ibadan, mo sare wo Gidi I entered the corners cos I gotta get it Nobody fit stop me till I get a billi And I dey with Remi that my killy killy Iya Charlie ni mo fe fe Owo afefe Smoking zaza In LA o I dey relax I dey sempe I got 3 baddies in the Bentley Demon time, Ben 10 And make una no even word me If money or kele no dey the sentence, dey the sentence Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain Dreams getting bigger I can’t explain Owo afefe la fi n sustain Oh baby bill me I won’t complain 1 million Dollar Olu Maintain O bembe ko bembe omo ope duro deedee O lele ko lele omo ope le won lere They say man’s not hot, iro lo n pa Say Hip hop is dead, itan lo n pa Mo lenu bi pon pon pon, Dagrin Shii runs in ma blood like Haemoglobin Read the full article

#Dremo #Odumodublvck #Powpeezy #Reminisce

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Chapter1

It was pitch black. How long had passed? An hour? A day? Or a week? Sienna remembered that she was drugged right after she had stabbed a man in the eye. Not an ordinary man, but a politician. A disgusting one at that. That man...was his name Jackson or Johnson? Sienna did not bother to remember her clients' names after they left cause she catered to many more customers compared to the other girls who did the regular shifts.

What a shitty life, she thought in daze.

Yeah, compared to the other children, her life was shit, but not as shitty as those of the child prostitutes. Unlike those prostitutes who sold their bodies, be it female or male, she sold fantasies. And she was supposed to create them to make her rich clients happy.

But what's the use now? In the end, they were all whores anyway.

Sienna's head throbbed as she tried to sit up. She then realised that she was tied up and began to struggle with it as she began to survey her surroundings. This was not the strip club where she belonged to. She could hear the noises outside her cage. The noises belonged to bidders trying to bid for kids they favoured as toys.

Damn it. Oh damn it. So she was in the middle of an auction. The strip club owner Luigi must be selling her off at a high price.

"It's no use. You cannot escape once you are here."

Sienna turned her head to the voice. "Have you tried it before?" She asked, her head hung low, touching her bare chest.

"Countless time." He said with deep melancholy.

"Can...you...at least tell me where is this place?" She sniffed, tears forming in her eyes as her long blond hair covered her face. She could feel the pitiful gaze of the boy on her which caused her to feel a bit shameful due to the fact that they were both naked.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the boy finally said, "Club Cod. A child sex- trafficking establishment."

The words were like the sharp edges of a blade. So she was a child prostitutes now? How laughable. How could life be shittier? God who was fair towards all? What bullshit! What exactly did she do to deserve a life like this?

" Hey. What's your name?"

The boy paused, looking back at her. " Why do you ask?"

" I feel that you will survive long." Sienna answered, as if all the melancholy in her was gone, and instead, a flicker of light was ignited in her. " So?

" Aslan. I was called Ash back at home." Ash introduced himself with a hint of sadness in him. His gaze meeting the girl beside him, hinting her to say her name. It felt so weird. Introducing each other in this situation when they would likely not meet each other again.

"Sienna..." She said, barely a whisper. " Nice meeting you, Ash. Despite our circumstances, I am happy to meet you at least..."

Suddenly, the cloth that covered the cage was lifted off and light began to engulfed the cage as Sienna winced at the sensation. There were adults, mostly men, who were ogling at the both of them like they were animals.

" And now, we have our main course!" The voice of the emcee boomed across the microphone, trying to sound excited. " This two beautiful children with blond hair, ages eleven come as a package. Pure whites and are as fresh as raw meat. Bidding starts from 2-hundred thousand dollars!" Both Sienna and Ash cringed at their description as they surrendered to their fates. Sienna's eyes landed on Ash, thinking about how pretty he was with his platinum blond hair and jade green eyes which somehow calmed her down amidst the horrendous situation they were both in.

"Six-hundred thousand!"

" Six-hundred and five-hundred thousand!"

" One million."

Hearing the bid, silence enveloped the room as all the audience gasped. One million for two kids that will die in a few years? Who is crazy enough to do that?

Both Sienna and Ash looked up, only to see a bald elderly man with grey eyebrows and and a thin trimmed white moustache. Seeing that the two children were looking at him, the man grinned, his smile wicked and dangerous, like a predator stalking it.

That smile would forever etched in Sienna's mind.

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And now eight years later...

Wind shuffled trash into corner, creating a loud 'thud' as they landed on the ground, attracting the mice while the odour filled the air, overwhelming Sienna who covered her nose in disgust.

" You should really get used to it, Sienna. No princess privileges here." The sound of splashed water could then be heard and there came a guy with platinum blond hair, his hood barely covering his handsome features. Sienna only huffed at her best friend's arrival, " stop being such a show- off, Ash. The noises can attract others you know that!"

Ash shrugged in response. " Who cares. This is my territory so I will..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Sienna's hand covering his mouth. "Shush! Hear that." She whispered, gesturing behind with her fingers. Her scent, which resembled vanilla, wafted through Ash's nostril, causing the blonde boy to turn his head aside as the tips of his ears turned red.

Multiple gunshots could then be heard. Two approximately. A dark figure could then be seen lurking towards them.

Sienna put her right hand into her pocket, making sure that her fingers were touching the handle of her revolver. Noticing this, Ash squeezed her arm, gesturing that the figure was not a threat. Trusting Ash, Sienna let go of the handle as she walked towards the figure behind along with Ash who was in front of her.

Groans could be heard as the two blondes moved nearer. It was a man, about in his forties and was collapsing on the ground.

He is not in Ash's gang but I never seen him with Dino or Arthur either,  so who is he? Sienna wondered, thoughts racing as she bent down to examine the stranger further.

"Help me." He whimpered, flumping to the ground. Two gunshot wounds clearly visible on his chest. Noticing this, Ash crouched down and he too, began to check on the man.

"Are you...No, you are definitely not alright." Ash said, frowning due to the large quantities of blood that the man had lost due to the wounds. Suddenly, the man passed Ash a bottle and gripped his shoulder, " 42 Westwood, L...Lost Angeles..."

The words he said next, shocked them both.

"B...Banana...fish."

He died right after saying that.

A/N: OMG, this is worse than I thought... it sounds so boring...

#banana fish #bananafish #AshLynx #EijiOkumura #SingSooLing #LeeYutLung #DinoGolzine #MaxLobo #shunichi ibe #aslan jade callenreese

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New York City - Wo können Sie hier Immobilien für 1 Million USD bekommen?

Aktuell kostet eine Immobilie in New York City durchschnittlich $729 Dollar as of March 2023. Wie sagt man das auf deutsch? Das ist immer noch fast die Hälfte von dem, was man heute in San Francisco für ein Haus oder ein Apartment bezahlt. Und das, obwohl New York gerade zum ersten Mal vom Economist zur teuersten Stadt der Welt gewählt wurde und nun mit Singapur gleichzieht. Bei den hohen Kosten…

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#apartment für 1 Millionen in NYC #Immobilien für 1 Millionen in NYC #Immobilien kaufen in Brooklyn #Immobilien kaufen in Manhattan

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Länder, die Staatsbürgerschaften gegen Investitionen anbieten.

Die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen

Was ist Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen?

Die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen ist eine Praktik, die in mehreren Ländern weltweit angeboten wird. Dabei handelt es sich um ein legales Programm, das einige interessante Vorteile bietet. Im Allgemeinen wird die Staatsbürgerschaft gegen eine bestimmte Investitionssumme gewährt. Gegenwärtig bieten zehn Länder dieses Programm namens "Citizenship by Investment" an. Beispielsweise ist St. Kitts und Nevis ein Land, das diese Möglichkeit anbietet. Eine Investition von 150.000 US-Dollar in den nachhaltigen Wachstumsfonds ermöglicht es, innerhalb von sechs Monaten einen Reisepass zu erhalten. Ähnliches gilt auch für Grenada, wo man ebenfalls innerhalb von sechs bis acht Monaten die Staatsbürgerschaft durch eine Investition von 150.000 US-Dollar im nationalen Transformationsfonds erhält. Für die Investition in Immobilien ist in etwa derselbe Zeitraum notwendig und man muss mindestens 220.000 US-Dollar plus 50.000 US-Dollar an Gebühren ausgeben. Dominica bietet ebenfalls die Möglichkeit, die Staatsbürgerschaft gegen eine Investition von 100.000 US-Dollar in den Entwicklungs-Fonds zu erhalten. Die Staatsbürgerschaft erhält man innerhalb von etwa fünf bis sieben Monaten. Malta ist ein weiteres Land, das die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen anbietet. Die Kosten betragen etwa 1 Million US-Dollar und es dauert etwa 18 bis 24 Monate, um den Reisepass zu erhalten. Auch die Türkei gehört zu den Ländern, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investition ermöglichen. Dabei gibt es drei Optionen: den Kauf von Immobilien im Wert von 400.000 US-Dollar oder mehr, eine feste Kapitalbeteiligung von 500.000 US-Dollar oder mehr oder die Einzahlung von 500.000 US-Dollar oder mehr auf ein türkisches Bankkonto. In Montenegro ist es möglich, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch eine Immobilieninvestition von 450.000 US-Dollar in der Hauptstadt oder in den Küstenregionen oder von 250.000 US-Dollar in der Zentralregion oder der nördlichen Region zu erlangen. Darüber hinaus wird eine zusätzliche Gebühr von 200.000 Euro empfohlen. Nordmazedonien ist ein weiteres Beispiel für ein Land, das Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen ermöglicht. Mit einer Investition von 200.000 US-Dollar in einen Investmentfonds kann man die Staatsbürgerschaft innerhalb weniger Monate erlangen. Das letzte Land auf der Liste ist Vanuatu im Südpazifik, das Staatsbürgerschaft für eine Investition von 130.000 US-Dollar im Vanuatu Contribution Program anbietet. Eingeschlossen in diese Investition ist eine Regierungsgebühr von 5.000 US-Dollar. Vanuatu ist ein sehr kleines Land mit begrenztem Zugang zu anderen Ländern, bietet jedoch einen nützlichen Reisepass, wenn man in der Region reist. Es gibt auch Länder wie Jordanien, die für den Erwerb der Staatsbürgerschaft eine Million US-Dollar für mindestens drei Jahre auf eine zentrale Bank einzahlen lassen. Neben diesen offiziellen Programmen gibt es jedoch auch weniger strukturierte Angebote anderer Länder, bei denen man für deutlich weniger als 25.000 US-Dollar eine Staatsbürgerschaft erwerben kann. Ob diese Angebote jedoch seriös sind, ist fraglich. Zusammenfassend bietet die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen eine interessante Option für Menschen, die in mehreren Ländern leben oder arbeiten möchten. Jedoch ist es wichtig, sich genau über die verschiedenen Angebote und Bedingungen zu informieren und bei sehr guten Angeboten Vorsicht walten zu lassen.

Länder, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen anbieten

Die Möglichkeit, eine Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen zu erlangen, wird in mehreren Ländern auf der Welt angeboten. Diese Praxis ist legal und bietet zugleich interessante Vorteile. Meistens wird die Staatsbürgerschaft gegen eine bestimmte Investitionssumme angeboten. Es gibt 10 Länder, die dieses Programm namens "Citizenship by Investment" anbieten. Eines der Länder, das diese Möglichkeit anbietet, ist St. Kitts und Nevis. Eine Investition von 150.000 US-Dollar in den nachhaltigen Wachstumsfonds des Landes ermöglicht es, innerhalb von sechs Monaten einen Reisepass zu erhalten. Ähnliches gilt für Grenada, wo man ebenfalls innerhalb von sechs bis acht Monaten durch eine Investition von 150.000 US-Dollar im nationalen Transformationsfonds den Reisepass erhält. Für die Investition in Immobilien bekommt man den Reisepass in etwa im selben Zeitraum und muss dabei mindestens 220.000 US-Dollar plus 50.000 US-Dollar an Gebühren ausgeben. Dominica ist ein weiteres Land, das Staatsbürgerschaft gegen eine Investition von 100.000 US-Dollar in den Entwicklungs-Fonds anbietet. In etwa fünf bis sieben Monaten erhält man die Staatsbürgerschaft. Auch Malta bietet die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen an, allerdings kostet diese etwa 1 Million US-Dollar und dauert etwa 18 bis 24 Monate, um den Reisepass zu erhalten. Auch die Türkei gehört zu den Ländern, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investition ermöglichen. Es gibt drei Optionen: den Kauf von Immobilien im Wert von 400.000 US-Dollar oder mehr, eine feste Kapitalbeteiligung von 500.000 US-Dollar oder mehr oder die Einzahlung von 500.000 US-Dollar oder mehr auf ein türkisches Bankkonto. Montenegro bietet die Möglichkeit, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch eine Immobilieninvestition von 450.000 US-Dollar in der Hauptstadt oder in den Küstenregionen oder von 250.000 US-Dollar in der Zentralregion oder der nördlichen Region zu erlangen. Darüber hinaus wird eine zusätzliche Gebühr von 200.000 Euro empfohlen. Nordmazedonien ist ein weiteres Beispiel für ein Land, das Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen ermöglicht. Mit einer Investition von 200.000 US-Dollar in einen Investmentfonds im Land kann man die Staatsbürgerschaft innerhalb weniger Monate erlangen. Das letzte Land auf der Liste ist Vanuatu im südpazifischen Ozean, das Staatsbürgerschaft für eine Investition von 130.000 US-Dollar im Vanuatu Contribution Program anbietet. Eingeschlossen in diese Investition ist eine Regierungsgebühr von 5.000 US-Dollar. Vanuatu ist ein sehr kleines Land mit begrenztem Zugang zu anderen Ländern, bietet jedoch einen nützlichen Reisepass, wenn man in der Region reist. Es gibt jedoch auch Länder wie Jordanien, die für den Erwerb der Staatsbürgerschaft eine Million US-Dollar für mindestens drei Jahre auf eine zentrale Bank einzahlen lassen. Neben diesen offiziellen Programmen gibt es jedoch auch weniger strukturierte Angebote anderer Länder, bei denen man für deutlich weniger als 25.000 US-Dollar eine Staatsbürgerschaft erwerben kann. Ob diese Angebote jedoch seriös sind, ist fraglich. Alles in allem bietet die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen eine interessante Option für Menschen, die in mehreren Ländern leben oder arbeiten möchten. Es ist jedoch wichtig, sich genau über die verschiedenen Angebote und Bedingungen zu informieren und bei zu guten Angeboten Vorsicht walten zu lassen.

Vorteile und Bedingungen der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen

Die Möglichkeit einer Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen bietet mehrere Vorteile. Zunächst einmal ermöglicht sie es Personen, die in mehreren Ländern leben oder arbeiten möchten, die Staatsbürgerschaft in einem weiteren Land zu erwerben und somit auch visumfreien Zugang zu anderen Ländern zu erhalten. Das Verfahren ist in vielen Fällen relativ schnell und einfach. Die meisten Länder, die Citizenship-by-Investment-Programme anbieten, ermöglichen es, den Reisepass innerhalb von sechs bis acht Monaten zu erhalten, nachdem die Investition getätigt wurde. Das Programm ist auch steuerlich attraktiv. In der Regel werden Investoren, die auf diese Weise eine Staatsbürgerschaft erwerben, von bestimmten Steuern befreit, insbesondere von Einkommenssteuer, Erbschafts- und Schenkungssteuer sowie Vermögenssteuer. Ein weiterer Vorteil ist die Erhöhung der persönlichen Sicherheit. Indem man Staatsbürger eines anderen Landes wird, kann man in Situationen, in denen das eigene Land unsicher ist, auf die diplomatische Unterstützung des Gastlandes zählen. Allerdings gibt es auch Bedingungen, die erfüllt werden müssen, um eine Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen zu erlangen. Zunächst einmal müssen Investoren eine bestimmte Summe zahlen, die je nach Land und Programm variiert. In einigen Ländern kann sie bis zu einer Million US-Dollar betragen. Einige Länder verlangen auch, dass die Investition in bestimmte Sektoren des Gastlandes erfolgt, wie beispielsweise Real Estate, Tourismus oder Agriculture. In einigen Ländern müssen Investoren auch bestimmte Anforderungen in Bezug auf den Nachweis ihrer finanziellen Mittel oder ihrer beruflichen Qualifikationen erfüllen. Zudem gibt es auch Risiken, die bei der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen zu beachten sind. Vor allem gibt es Bedenken hinsichtlich der Integrität des Verfahrens, da die Programme leider manchmal auch von Betrügern missbraucht werden. Die Möglichkeit des Missbrauchs kann insbesondere bei denjenigen Ländern bestehen, die weniger strukturierte Angebote haben und bei denen der Erwerb einer Staatsbürgerschaft sehr billig und einfach ist. In solchen Fällen ist es besonders wichtig, dass Investoren sehr vorsichtig sind und vor der Investition die Integrität des Angebots genau prüfen. Alles in allem bietet die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen eine interessante Option für Personen, die ihre persönliche Mobilität erhöhen möchten oder Geschäfte in verschiedenen Ländern tätigen wollen. Allerdings ist es wichtig, sich über die verschiedenen Angebote und Bedingungen genau zu informieren und bei allzu guten Angeboten vorsichtig zu sein.

Risiken und Überlegungen bei der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen

Die Möglichkeit, durch Investitionen eine Staatsbürgerschaft zu erlangen, bietet zwar viele Vorteile, birgt jedoch auch Risiken und Bedenken, die sorgfältig abgewogen werden sollten. Zunächst einmal kann der Erwerb der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen sehr teuer sein. Die Kosten können je nach Land und Art der Investition von 100.000 bis zu einer Million US-Dollar reichen. Hierbei sollten auch die zusätzlichen Gebühren berücksichtigt werden, die oft anfallen.   Eine Investition in einer Fremdwährung kann auch ein Währungsrisiko mit sich bringen. Eine starke Währung des Landes, in das investiert wird, kann zwar von Vorteil sein, aber eine Schwächung der Währung kann zu Verlusten führen.   Es ist auch wichtig, zu beachten, dass einige Länder ihre Bürger besteuern, unabhängig von ihrem Wohnort. Daher sollten die steuerlichen Auswirkungen einer neuen Staatsbürgerschaft sorgfältig geprüft werden.   Ein weiterer Faktor, der beachtet werden sollte, ist, dass einige Länder auch militärische oder politische Konflikte erleben können, die die Sicherheit der Bürger beeinträchtigen können. Daher sollten Reisewarnungen und Sicherheitsbedenken bei der Entscheidung berücksichtigt werden.   Eine weitere Überlegung ist, dass einige Länder, die Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen anbieten, möglicherweise auch strenge Einwanderungs- oder Einbürgerungsbedingungen haben. Es könnte also sein, dass bestimmte Anforderungen erfüllt werden müssen, um ein Visum zu erhalten oder im Land zu leben.   Außerdem besteht auch die Gefahr von Betrug oder unseriösen Angeboten. Da die Investition relativ hoch ist, sollten potenzielle Investoren vorsichtig sein und sich gründlich über das Programm und das Land informieren. In einigen Fällen wurden bereits Personen betrogen, die auf unseriöse Angebote reingefallen sind.   Zusammenfassend lässt sich sagen, dass die Möglichkeit der Staatsbürgerschaft durch Investitionen eine attraktive Option darstellt, aber es ist wichtig, die Kosten, die Risiken, die Bedingungen und die zusätzlichen Überlegungen sorgfältig abzuwägen, bevor man eine Entscheidung trifft. Read the full article

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🇬🇧 US military analyst Scott Ritter expressed his admiration for the bravery with which a Russian Special Operations Command could hold its position against the superior Ukrainian army.

❗️ police special operations groups are not trained to fight tanks. But this Ascension Command offered bitter resistance until the reinforcements arrived. Where's the book deal from Hollywood? 😉

🗣 "This is something you make movies about. If they were American, they'd already have 426 book contracts. Hollywood would spend millions of dollars on the rights to the movie. Because this is a story that makes Saving Private Ryan look pretty tired. Such heroism was that. "

🇩🇪 Der US-Militäranalyst Scott Ritter sprach seine Bewunderung für die Tapferkeit aus, mit der ein russisches Spezialeinsatzkommando seine Stellung gegen die überlegene ukrainische Armee halten konnte.

❗️ Spezialeinsatzgruppen der Polizei sind nicht für den Kampf gegen Panzer trainiert. Doch dieses Himmelfahrts-Kommando leistete erbitterten Widerstand, bis die Verstärkung eintraf. Wo bleibt der Buchvertrag aus Hollywood? 😉

🗣 "Das ist etwas, worüber man Filme dreht. Wenn das Amerikaner wären, dann hätten sie bereits 426 Buchverträge. Hollywood würde Millionen von Dollar für die Rechte an dem Film ausgeben. Weil das hier eine Geschichte ist, die "Saving Private Ryan" ganz schön müde aussehen lässt. Solch ein Heldentum war das."

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Conservatives, even when all of the facts are in your face, you still deny the reality of systemic racism.

"I mean really? What in the hell makes a group of people with a history of enslavement , genocide and apartheid in order to achieve what they have belive they have been so sucessful that they can lecture others. Without enslavement, genocide and aparthied, whites in America would have very little, if anything." "People in this forum have the opinion that blacks should do things like whites and if we do so, we can make it in America. So then what we need to do is orchestate a bloody coup, confiscate all property owned by whites, jail all whites who oppose the coup, write a new constitution that declare citizenship and it's protection only for non whites, make whites chattel for the forseeable future, make it illegal for whites to reald, own property or access information and create laws where if whites get out of line they can be beaten and killed." "Because this is how whites have done it." "In another forum, I stated that the root cause of the problems blacks face is white racism. One of the whites there decided to say this: “The root cause of the problems faced by most blacks today are people like you who misidentify or ignore the real problems they face to further their own personal agendas.”" "'This is another of the long, long line of idiotic comments made by right wing whites. White racism was determined to be the problem 53 years ago by the Kerner Commission."

""What white Americans have never fully understood but what the Negro can never forget--is that white society is deeply implicated in the ghetto. White institutions created it, white institutions maintain it, and white society condones it."" ""White racism is essentially responsible for the explosive mixture which has been accumulating in our cities since the end of World War II."" "But the excuse will be made about how that was 50 years ago, and that stupid ass song will be sung titled, "That was in the Past."" "On February 26, 2018, 50 years after the Kerner Commission findings, the Economic Policy Institute published a report evaluating the progress of the black community since the Kerner Report was released. It was based on a study done by the Economic Policy Institute that compared the progress of the black community in 2018 with the condition of the black community at the time of the Kerner Commission. Titled “50 years after the Kerner Commission,” the study concluded that there had been some improvements in the situation blacks faced but there were still disadvantages blacks faced that were based on race." "Following up on this, Richard Rothstein of the Economic Policy Institute wrote an op-ed published in the February 28th edition of the New York Daily News titled, “50 years after the Kerner Commission, minimal racial progress.” It had been 50 years since the commission made their recommendations at that point, yet Rothstein makes this statement: “So little has changed since 1968 that the report remains worth reading as a near-contemporary description of racial inequality.”" "So 3 years ago the same conclusion was made. "The root cause of the problems blacks face is white racism."" "On October 24, 2013, the Kellogg Foundation sent out a press release about a report they had done entitled, “The Business Case for Racial Equity”. This was a study done by the Kellogg Foundation, using information it had studied and assessed from the Center for American Progress, National Urban League Policy Institute, Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies and the U.S. Department of Justice."

“Striving for racial equity – a world where race is no longer a factor in the distribution of opportunity – is a matter of social justice. But moving toward racial equity can generate significant economic returns as well. When people face barriers to achieving their full potential, the loss of talent, creativity, energy, and productivity is a burden not only for those disadvantaged, but for communities, businesses, governments, and the economy as a whole. Initial research on the magnitude of this burden in the United States (U.S.), as highlighted in this brief, reveals impacts in the trillions of dollars in lost earnings, avoidable public expenditures, and lost economic output.” "The Kellogg Foundation and Altarum Institute In 2011, DEMOS did a study named “The Racial Wealth Gap, Why Policy Matters”, which discussed the racial wealth gap, the problems associated with it along with solutions and outcomes if the gap did not exist. In this study DEMOS determined that the racial wealth gap was primarily driven by policy decisions." "“The U.S. racial wealth gap is substantial and is driven by public policy decisions. According to our analysis of the SIPP data, in 2011 the median white household had $111,146 in wealth holdings, compared to just $7,113 for the median Black household and $8,348 for the median Latino household. From the continuing impact of redlining on American homeownership to the retreat from desegregation in public education, public policy has shaped these disparities, leaving them impossible to overcome without racially-aware policy change.”" Harvard. "“Racial inequality in the United States today may, ultimately, be based on slavery, but it is also based on the failure of the country to take effective steps since slavery to undermine the structural racial inequality that slavery put in place. From the latter part of the nineteenth century through the first half of the twentieth century, the Jim Crow system continued to keep Blacks “in their place,” and even during and after the civil rights era no policies were adopted to dismantle the racial hierarchy that already existed.”" "HOUSING DISCRIMINATION AS A BASIS FOR BLACK REPARATIONS, Jonathan Kaplan and Andrew Valls, Public Affairs Quarterly" "Volume 21, Number 3, July 2007" "McKinsey and Co. “It will end up costing the U.S. economy as much as $1 trillion between now and 2028 for the nation to maintain its longstanding black-white racial wealth gap, according to a report released this month from the global consultancy firm McKinsey & Company. That will be roughly 4 percent of the United States GDP in 2028—just the conservative view, assuming that the wealth growth rates of African Americans will outpace white wealth growth at its current clip of 3 percent to .8 percent annually, said McKinsey. If the gap widens, however, with white wealth growing at a faster rate than black wealth instead, it could end up costing the U.S. $1.5 trillion or 6 percent of GDP according to the firm.”" "Citigroup" "Cost Of Racism: U.S. Economy Lost $16 Trillion Because Of Discrimination, Bank Says" "Nationwide protests have cast a spotlight on racism and inequality in the United States. Now a major bank has put a price tag on how much the economy has lost as a result of discrimination against African Americans: $16 trillion." "Since 2000, U.S. gross domestic product lost that much as a result of discriminatory practices in a range of areas, including in education and access to business loans, according to a new study by Citigroup." "Specifically, the study came up with $16 trillion in lost GDP by noting four key racial gaps between African Americans and whites:" "$13 trillion lost in potential business revenue because of discriminatory lending to African American entrepreneurs, with an estimated 6.1 million jobs not generated as a result" "$2.7 trillion in income lost because of disparities in wages suffered by African Americans" "$218 billion lost over the past two decades because of discrimination in providing housing credit" "And $90 billion to $113 billion

in lifetime income lost from discrimination in accessing higher education" "Why this is just a bunch of liberal jibberish to to blacks in order to keep them voting democrat. Those aren't the problems, what we conservatives tell you is the real problem. Why if you just had a father in the home none of this would happen." "Black Workers Still Earn Less than Their White Counterparts"

"As employers in the U.S. tackle issues around racism, fresh attention is being given to the racial wage gap and why black men and women, in particular, still earn substantially less than their white counterparts. Nearly 56 years after the passage of the Civil Rights Act, "we find equal pay for equal work is still not a reality," noted Jackson Gruver, a data analyst at compensation data and software firm PayScale."

"Last year, PayScale analyzed differences in earnings between white men and men of color using data from a sample of 1.8 million employees surveyed between January 2017 and February 2019." 'Among the findings, Gruver reported: "Even as black or African-American men climb the corporate ladder, they still make less than equally qualified white men. They are the only racial/ethnic group that does not achieve pay parity with white men at some level."' "The study found that black men had the largest "uncontrolled pay gap" relative to white men, when comparing the average earnings of black men and white men in the U.S."

"On average, black men earned 87 cents for every dollar a white man earned. Hispanic workers had the next largest gap, earning 91 cents for every dollar earned by white men."

"To put that in perspective, the median salary of a white man in our sample is $72,900; the controlled median pay for black or African-American men is thus $71,500," Gruver said. "This suggests a $1,400 difference in pay that is likely attributable to race."" "So daddy lives at home and the family still makes less than whites. Because:" "NWLC calculations, based on the U.S. Census Bureau's Current Population Survey for 2016, revealed that when comparing all men and women who work full time, year-round in the U.S., women were paid just 80 cents for every dollar paid to their male counterparts. But the wage gap was even larger when looking specifically at black women who work full time, year-round—they were paid only 63 cents for every dollar paid to white, non-Hispanic men." "Stephen Miller, Black Workers Still Earn Less than Their White Counterparts, www.shrm.org/resourcesandtools/hr-topics/compensation/pages/racial-wage-gaps-persistence-poses-challenge.aspx" "So a white working couple will make 90 cents on every dollar while a black working couple makes 75 cents. To allow you to understand this reality a white female worker makes 80 cents on every dollar a white man makes. White females are demanding equal pay and rightfully so." "And you black folk really need to start taking education seriously." "Black unemployment is significantly higher than white unemployment regardless of educational attainment" "The black unemployment rate is nearly or more than twice the white unemployment rate regardless of educational attainment. It is, and always has been, about twice the white unemployment rate; however, the depth of this racial inequality in the labor market rarely makes the headlines." "Over the last 12 months, the average unemployment rate for black college graduates has been 4.1 percent—nearly two times the average unemployment rate for white college graduates (2.4 percent) and equivalent to the unemployment rate of whites with an associate’s degree or who have not completed college (4.0 percent). The largest disparity is seen among those with less than a high school diploma: while whites with less than a high school diploma have an unemployment rate of 6.9 percent, the black unemployment rate is 16.6 percent—over two times the white average." "The broader significance of this disparity suggests a race penalty whereby blacks at each level of education have unemployment rates that are the same as or higher than less educated whites." "Valerie Wilson, Black unemployment is significantly higher than white unemployment regardless of educational attainment, www.epi.org/publication/black-unemployment-educational-attainment/" "African Americans are paid less than whites at every education level" "While the economy continues to improve and wages are finally beginning to inch up for most Americans, African Americans are still being paid less than whites at every education level. As you can see from the chart below, while a college education results in higher wages—both for whites and blacks—it does not eliminate the black-white wage gap. African Americans are still earning less than whites at every level of educational attainment. A recent EPI report, Black-white wage gaps expand with rising wage inequality, shows that this gap persists even after controlling for years of experience, region of the country, and whether one lives in an urban or rural area. In fact, since 1979, the gaps between black and white workers have grown the most among workers with a bachelor’s degree or higher—the most educated workers." "Valerie Wilson, African Americans are paid less than whites at every education level, www.epi.org/publication/african-americans-are-paid-less-than-whites-at-every-education-level/"

"But to say white racism is the cause of things no matter how much proof we show your white asses, you have some kind of idiotic ass excuse, like we are blaming whites for our failures or;" "We misdiagnose and ignore the "real" problem to fit an imaginary agenda racists in tha white community invented so they can deny how THEY are the root cause of the problem." "You right wing scrubs are always talking about responsibility." "Take some instead of running your mouths."

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Power Couple - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

They say, “Behind every great man stands a great woman”. But behind the Universal Champion and the Tribal Chief is a different breed of woman, a force of nature capable of bringing even the Head of the Table to his knees...and vice versa. Tribal Chief!Roman goodness.

WARNING: All I’m going to say is… I’ve never done this much smut in one single chapter, ever. Happy New Year! 😉

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“What do you mean you’re still working on it?” you barked into your iPhone, an incredulous expression on your face. “Do you know what time it is? We are almost at the arena. You and I are gonna have serious problems if we get there and it’s not exactly as specified. I will make sure Roman pulls out of tonight’s show.” Acutely aware of the big hand drifting up your bare thigh and the lips latched to the side of your neck, you rolled your eyes at the sniveling voice at the other end of the line. “We discussed this, Heyman. Get it done. And don’t call me back until you do.” Cutting off the call, you tossed your phone and refocused on the huge man wrapped around your body. “God, I sound like a broken fucking record with him.”

Roman chuckled. “You’re gonna get in trouble with that smart-ass mouth of yours,” he said.

“You like my smart mouth,” you pointed out, caressing the top of his head. “Seriously though, why did you choose him? He’s losing his shine.”

Grabbing your ass and tugging you closer so that you sat directly on his crotch, Roman was more concerned with making out with your neck. “Relax, baby. He’ll handle it,” he murmured.

“This isn’t the first time he’s doing this though. I ask him to do something, and he goes and fucks it up.” You paused mid-sentence, sighing blissfully when his tongue swiped across your throat, his beard tickling your skin. “It’s almost like he’s trying me, babe. I don’t like that.”

“He knows better than to disrespect you,” he answered, burying his face in the ample softness of your cleavage. “You smell so good, baby girl...”

Giggling, you curled your arms around his neck and kissed his lips, basking in the attention he lavished on you. His big, strong arms were your safe place. “It’s that fragrance you bought me for our anniversary,” you replied. You continued to kiss him, and frowned as you felt the bus start to slow down. Looking out the bedside window, you both groaned upon seeing that you were pulling into the arena. “Ugh, We’re here.” With a tired sigh, you climbed off his lap and adjusted your lace bra. “Come on, get up. We gotta go.”

Roman made no move to leave the bed, choosing instead to watch you wear your dress. The glint of the rings on your finger bounced off the sunlight peeking through the blinds. His dark eyes scanned your shapely body, landing on that round, juicy ass of yours. You were the definition of bad, in all the good ways. “I like those gold heels you wore last week,” he told you.

“The strappy ones?”

“Mm-hmm. You looked real sexy in them, baby. Wear ‘em again for the Chief.”

The heat never failed to bloom in your loins whenever he talked like that, which was all the time. “Whatever the Chief wants, the Chief gets.”

“That’s my girl.”

Stepping off the tour bus and strolling into the Amway Center, with you on his arm and his Universal Title slung over his other shoulder, Roman Reigns looked like a million dollars, turning heads everywhere he went. And if you had your way, it would stay that way for a long time. What Stephanie did with Hunter’s career would be a mere footnote in wrestling history compared to the plans you had for Roman Reigns; the Tribal Chief, the Universal Champion - your husband.

You and Roman had been together for six years and married for two. You had seen him through all the ups and downs - the title wins, the cancer relapse, that shitty Taker match, and over half a decade of disrespect from the fans he worked so hard to entertain. When COVID struck and forced him to stay home to protect his immune system, instead of relaxing, you both seized the opportunity to work on his comeback. New trainer, new diet, new teeth, new attitude. It was his idea to hire Paul Heyman, though you weren’t fully on board with that decision. Family history or not, you couldn’t trust him, not after everything he’d put Roman through with Brock Lesnar. But your husband was a smart man, so you let it be. Luckily it paid off, with the Special Counsel pulling the strings to secure the match that won him the Universal title. Only weeks after returning, he was the face of the company again, and along with it came everything else you wanted; Money. Power. Respect. Roman deserved all of it and more. You knew what he had gone through to get back to this point, and you’d be damned if you let anyone take it away from him.

Walking into the private locker room, Heyman was inside already, looking very pleased with himself. Against all odds, he succeeded with getting the locker room customized exactly to the Tribal Chief’s tastes. Everything he wanted was provided for; bottled Evian water at room temperature, fresh organic fruit and cheese, plush fur rug and velvet couches, among others. On Roman’s orders, no one other than yourself and Heyman would be allowed inside, which you co-signed. The last thing you wanted was him coming in contact with anyone suspect in this pandemic.

You looked at Roman. “Looks like you’ll be sticking around for Smackdown after all, Champ.”

“Told you he’d come through,” he smiled. “He hasn’t failed me…yet.”

“And I don’t plan to, Sir. Ma’am.” Heyman added hastily when you glared at him. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the Universal Champion. “Creative wants to go over plans for Survivor Series. What do I tell ‘em?”

“Let them talk to you. You’re his Special Counsel for a reason,” you replied, glancing up from your phone. “I just emailed you the shirt designs Roman’s picked for the next release. Have the Merch guys look over the choices and come up with the final cut.”

“Right away, Ma’am.”

“My first name would be just fine, Paul.”

“Of course. My apologies.”

A thoroughly entertained Roman sat back on the plush couch and observed his wife with an appreciative smile on his face. The sight of you in Boss mode was such a turn-on. You’ve always been a go-getter, since he first met you, and it was one of the many traits that attracted him to you. Though Heyman managed him onscreen, everyone knew you called the shots behind the scenes. You supervised everything, from his bank accounts to his social media accounts, his hotel bookings to his dinner reservations, lightening the load as much as you could for him. Heyman did all the heavy lifting which was fine with the couple. All you wanted Roman to do was look good, eat right and take people’s heads off in the ring. He truly appreciated all the hard work you were putting in for him, and he tried to show you in all the ways he could.

“Babe, what should I order for dinner? I can do it now and save time,” you asked as you scoured through menus on your phone, sitting on the armrest of the couch beside Roman, who was crouched over, slipping into his Jordan 1s as showtime loomed closer. “You work too damn hard, you know that?” he commented.

“Well, the bag ain’t gonna secure itself. What do you want for dinner?” you asked again.

“What I always want for dinner,” he said. “And breakfast. And dessert.”

You looked at him and bit your lip at the heat you saw in his eyes. You knew that look anywhere. For all the HBIC demeanor you displayed to the world, it was a different story behind closed doors. When it came to sex, you answered to the Tribal Chief. His dominant personality would not have it any other way. If he wanted the kitty right now, he was getting it. But he usually preferred to make you wait until you were dripping and begging for him to have his way with you, which in all honesty was a far more exciting proposition.

Pulling out a small gift-wrapped box from inside his luggage, he handed it to you. “Open it,” he said, curling his huge arm around your waist.

Your husband was very fond of spoiling you with presents at spontaneous moments, and they varied from the romantic to the outright kinky. Your eyes widened when you lifted the lid to reveal the gift. This time, it was the latter, and you knew exactly what it was. He rubbed your thigh suggestively as he leaned close to your ear.

“Put ‘em in before the show starts,” he instructed, brushing your hair to one side so he could kiss your shoulder. “By the time I get back from my segment, I want you soaking wet. Am I clear?”

Again, every time he talked like that... “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Nodding his approval, he squeezed your thigh, stood up from the couch and walked away. “By the way, lobster would be nice.”

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You looked forward to Smackdown these days, more so since Roman became champion. You watched from the flatscreen TV as he berated Jey Uso in the middle of the ring, the other man’s hands placed meekly in front of him as the indentured servant to the Tribal Chief. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

You’d known the twins for as long as you’d known their older cousin, and like him, you loved them both. It was sad that it had come to this, but Roman did not accept disrespect from anyone, not even his family. When Jey publicly blamed you for Roman’s behavior, accused you of pushing him too hard and alienating him from the rest of his family, the Universal Champion took that as an insult to his wife and treated it as such. You watched him brutalize Jey at Clash of Champions and choke out Jimmy inside the Cell, and the only emotions you felt were the swelling of your heart and the creaming of your panties. Nothing aroused you more than seeing your man dominate in the ring, physically and verbally. Like now. And it was making the kegel balls a lot more difficult to stay intact inside you, given how wet you’d become. Being alone with only your dirty thoughts for company made the wait much sweeter, and you both knew that.

You stood up when the door opened and Roman returned with Heyman. You recognized the smirk on his face very well, and it caused goosebumps to sprout on your arms and your already stimulated body tingled with need. “Hey baby,” you greeted, watching him drape the Universal championship across the couch where you’d just sat. “Nice promo out there. It was fire.” You tried to make small talk, nervous even though you shouldn’t be.

He didn’t respond. He approached you slowly, like a lion closing in on its prey, and backed you into the table behind you. He placed both hands on the table on either side of you, trapping you between the desk and his muscular body, crowding you with his hulking frame.

“Out,” he spoke into the air, his heated stare still on you. There was only one person he could have been talking to, and you almost laughed at the way the portly man scurried out of the locker room and shut the door behind him. Your man was more intimidating than he’d ever been, and you were completely in love with it.

“I kept thinking about you while I was out there.” He pressed up against you, making you feel every plane and every ridge on his hard, chiseled body. “Thinking about how wet you are right now.” He began to undo the buttons in front of your dress one by one, his dark eyes boring into yours. “So tell me. How wet is my pussy?”

Fuck. His voice. “It’s soaked, Big Daddy,” you breathed, your own thick with desire.

His eyes narrowed. “Show me.”

Keeping your gaze on his, you reached down inside your panties and between your legs, carefully tugged the balls out of you, and held them up to him. The hunger in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. Putting the toy aside, you cupped his face with your hands and captured his lips in an equally hungry kiss, letting him know how badly you wanted him. He groaned when your tongue slipped inside his mouth to tease his. He loved how you kissed him in that sensual and erotic way that made his blood pound in his veins. Your hand trailed down his abs and into his sweatpants to cup his thick shaft. Your man was packing big time, and every inch belonged to you. The look of pleasure on his face as you fondled him was priceless. You felt powerful and sexy knowing that you could turn this Alpha Male, this specimen of a man, into putty with just your touch.

Still kissing you, Roman let your dress fall to the floor and caressed your body, massaging your breasts with his expansive hands and making you moan. He trailed them back down to your waist and spun you around, bending you slightly over the desk. He pulled your panties down to just above your knees, and he licked his lips at the image before him. His badass, chocolate goddess. Standing there with your ass out, legs apart, lace panties hovering on your thighs, in those sexy heels and already dripping for him, made his cock twitch. He reached around your body and palmed you, rubbing you down there with his whole hand. At the same time, he ground his erection against your backside, causing your body to shudder a little.

“Baby, fuck me,” you whined impatiently and pushed back against him, wanting that big dick inside you already.

“Shh,” he whispered harshly, suckling your earlobe. “Paul might be right outside, the fucking pervert. You don’t want him to hear you, do you?” When you didn’t respond, he wrapped your hair around his fist and tugged it back roughly, making you yelp. “Answer me.”

“No, Daddy,” you gasped.

“Good. So be quiet and take this dick you’re about to get.”

You did as you were told and clamped your mouth shut, as his thick fingers worked their magic inside you. It was impossible to resist him. The man was pure sex on legs and a pro between the sheets. He pushed all your buttons and tested your limits as to how far you would go to please him, how daring you could be. On more than one occasion, you’ve been on your knees, out of shot, deep-throating his dick during Zoom meetings with corporate sponsors. You could recall numerous business deals you managed to close over the phone as he drilled your pussy from behind. Even poor Paul had been a victim of your antics via a mistimed entry into Roman’s locker room, getting an eyeful of your bountiful backside as you rode your husband on the sofa; the Chief had merely glared at him over your shoulder and waved him out of the room while you continued fucking him. Wherever, whenever and however he wanted it, you gave it to him. And man, did he give it back to you. He fucked you with the skill of a seasoned porn star, turned you out until you forgot your name and had you searching for lozenges afterwards. Homeboy had kinks for days and he worked them all out on your willing body. He was a freak and you were a nympho, so ultimately you fit perfectly together.

You let out a whimper when he removed his hand from between your legs. You could hear the wet, slippery sound of him stroking himself, lathering his dick with your essence. With his free hand, he molded the soft flesh of your backside, holding your cheeks open. In one swift move, he entered you, stretching you and filling you up immediately. The impact was delicious as he hit the back of your walls. “Fuck,” you gasped, as he picked up the pace right away.

“Yeah, baby. Take it.” His broad hands gripped your waist, holding you in place, bracing you for each and every gratifying thrust. Every time he pulled back, your pussy ached for more. His tight abs smacked against your ass, his hips aligned with yours as he pumped harder into you. “So fuckin' wet, just how I like my cunt,” he praised, slapping your backside and watching the skin jiggle.

Dazed, your head fell forwards and you moaned into your chest. It was difficult as hell to stay quiet, not with the way that big cock was powering into you. He yanked your bra cups down and groped your left breast, plucking your nipple with his talented fingers, and he growled when you tightened around him in response. “Damn, you grippin’ me real tight, baby girl. You like that?” he breathed, squeezing your breast again.

You did. In addition, the sensation of him sliding deep inside of you was incredible, left you gasping for air. Gripping the table in front of you, your mouth fell open in a silent cry when he grinded against your round ass, getting as deep inside of your warm wetness as he could. Tucking his face in the hollow of your throat, he suckled the skin there before moving his lips to your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too, baby.” There was no mistaking that, either. You both realized early on in your relationship that what you had was special, and did everything to make it work. You trusted each other and knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Both of you were as romantic as you were hedonistic. It was the little things you did for each other that spoke volumes. You cooked for him when you could and made sure you always looked beautiful for your man. You would hide handwritten love notes in his ring gear and suitcase for him to find. You would give him back rubs after matches and ensured he recovered properly. He bought you flowers and expensive jewelry and took you on romantic vacations around the world. He had you decked out in the finest wardrobe and designer shoes and handbags, wanting nothing but the best for his girl. He even wore his wedding ring while wrestling, letting the world know of his devotion to the woman that had his heart, mind, body and soul. And in turn, you were living a life of luxury and in a wonderful marriage with the most beautiful, passionate, loving man you’ve ever been with, and by far the absolute best dick you’d ever had in your life, bar none. Period.

You were on top of the goddamn world. And you weren’t letting that shit go for anything.

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Fighting the urge to yawn out loud, Roman was having a hard time focusing on the meeting going on. A top video game company had invited him to discuss an endorsement deal, and they were playing a PowerPoint presentation that honestly bored the hell out of him. He sat beside you at the end of the conference table. The rapid taps of your finger on the mahogany desk was a telltale sign only he recognized as your spouse. You always did that when you were bored. Plus, the fact that you were on your phone liking Seth and Becky’s maternity pictures on Instagram was another giveaway. He could think of a hundred more productive things he could be doing this fine morning. For instance, he could have been on his bus getting bomb head from you. Something, anything other than being at this goddamn meeting, really.

He tilted towards you, covering his mouth so no one could make out what he was saying. “Why the fuck am I here and not Heyman?”

“Because they requested specially for you, and you promised Vince,” you reminded him. Luckily, the social distancing rules put the two of you far from the rest of the people in the room, and no one could hear you talking. You reached under the table and pressed your hand on his bouncing thigh to keep it still. “Patience, baby. It’ll be over soon,” you said.

Rolling his eyes, Roman took your hand from his leg and raised it to his lips. He glanced over at you, marveling at how pretty you looked today. His vantage point gave him an enticing view of your chest, where an elegant choker adorned your neck and rested right above your cleavage. He beamed with pride knowing its significance. It was your submissive collar, a sexy little secret that only the two of you knew about. He moved his hand under the table to rest on your crossed leg. Caressing your kneecap for a few seconds, he then slid his hand along your inner thigh. He kept his gaze forwards, but he felt you jump, heard your breath hitch as he sought access to the sensitive juncture of your luscious thighs.

"Babe," you hissed, casting your gaze down to watch him pry your legs apart underneath the table. Surely he wasn't going to try to finger you in the presence of all these people. Granted, the room was dark and there were only about six people at the other end of the huge rectangular table, but that was six people too many. Not that your husband cared. The more daring for him, the better.

With a mischievous smirk on his handsome face, Roman’s hand found its way into your leggings. He rubbed your underwear, relishing the feeling of your wet heat seeping through the cotton fabric. Tugging your panties out of the way, he began teasing your clit with the pad of his finger, gathering your growing wetness. Then, suddenly, the finger plunged into you, sending shockwaves all over your body. Grabbing his wrist under the table, you struggled to hold in your moan as his finger churned inside you. You dared to look up at him, and his knowing smirk ramped up the heat in your body. You almost lost it when he slipped a second finger in, both digits pumping your pussy at a feverish speed. Mind reeling, you pressed your thighs together in a vain attempt to ward off the waves of pleasure sweeping through you, but it only intensified the sensations. Keeping his eye on the presentation, Roman leaned over and dipped his nose in your hair.

“When we get back on the bus, you’re gonna suck my dick,” he said, and your core instantly flooded at his statement. You couldn’t say a word, you couldn’t even make a sound, and it was torture. All you could do was stare blankly ahead of you as he continued digging inside your slick cunt, all coherent thought fading from your brain. You opened your legs wider under the table and gave in to the pleasure building in your body. Feeling your pussy clamp down on his fingers, you dug your nails into his forearm and bit down on your lip to keep from crying out as the intense orgasm washed over you. When it was all over, you went slack in your seat, body tingling and brain fuzzy. Afterwards, Roman pulled out his fingers and kissed your cheek, then closed your legs back together. Moments later, the lights in the room came on, almost blinding you. It was then you realized the presentation was over.

“So…what did you think?” One of the suits asked, eagerly awaiting Roman’s response.

The Tribal Chief merely smiled and stroked your thigh proudly. “I’m good. Right, babe?”

Fucking smart-ass.

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Friday Night Smackdown, two days before Survivor Series

Your jaw dropped to the floor as you gaped at the three men inside the locker room. “Excuse me?”

Today had played out in an extremely confusing manner. First off, Roman had been acting weird all day, for reasons he refused to disclose. Then, in a move that completely stunned you, you found out that he had left for the Thunderdome without you. Even more baffling was that he wasn’t picking up your calls. Neither were Heyman nor Jey. You wanted to believe they were in an important meeting and had no access to their phones, but your gut feeling told you otherwise. Plus, Roman had been acting iffy for a couple of days now, since last week’s Smackdown, come to think of it. So, taking matters into your own hands, you found your way to the arena by yourself, fuming the entire way, only for him to drop this bombshell on you.

Pushing away the tray of fruit on his desk, Roman shook his head. “I said what I said. You can’t be here, babe. Not tonight.”

“And why not?”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“From what? When the fuck have I ever needed protecting?” You were trying so hard not to explode.

“You do remember McIntyre will be here tonight, right? Well, I don’t want you around when he shows up.”

You leaned back, staring incredulously at your husband. Last week, Drew McIntyre had shown up unexpectedly at Smackdown and confronted Roman in the ring. He had brought your name up, said a few things about you that you thought nothing of. After all, he’d done the same thing last year, back when Roman was on the Raw roster, and got his ass beat for his troubles. To you, it was nothing more than an attempt at playing mind games. But with the way your husband was acting, it looked like Drew succeeded. Tonight was the contract signing for their one-on-one match at Survivor Series, meaning he would be at Smackdown again. “Babe, if you’re so worried, I can just hide out in here,” you offered. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You didn’t understand what he was so worried about.

“It’s not enough. I can’t let you stay. It’s not safe.”

Okay, you were officially pissed off. “You are being ridiculous! What are you so scared of?”

“I am not scared.”

“You sure? Because you’re acting scared. I heard what he said. He called me by name. He told the whole world how pretty I am.” You sat down on the edge of his desk and crossed your legs. “We both know he likes me. You think I’m attracted to him, too? That I wanna fuck him? Huh?” You tilted your head to the side, your eyes dark with defiance. “Are you jealous, baby?”

“I will not have some Scottish motherfucker talking about my wife like he knows her personally!” he growled, “You’re mine! If he doesn’t respect me enough to keep your name outta his mouth, then I’ll teach him that respect. He’s gonna learn to respect the Tribal Chief.” He glared in his cousin’s direction. “Jey, take my wife back to the hotel.”

Scoffing with annoyance, you jumped off the table. “I ain’t going nowhere. This is bullshit, Roman.”

“Do you have to be so damn difficult?”

“Do you have to be such an asshole?” you retorted.

Heyman tried to step in. “Sir, if I may-”

“Stay out of this!” You and Roman snapped in unison at the Special Counsel, silencing him immediately.

Shutting his eyes, Roman pinched the bridge of his nose. “I do not need this right now. You need to leave,” he said to you.

“And if I don’t? What are you gonna do, huh? You gonna spank me?”

One of the things Roman loved and loathed about you in equal measure was your stubbornness, and you gave as good as you got. It made for fantastic sex, but now was not the time. “Jey, take her. Now.”

Jey turned to you, taking your arm. “Come on, let’s go-”

You jerked away from him, incensed. “Don’t touch me. I can find my own damn way.” Leveling your husband with a death glare, your ponytail almost swished into Jey’s face as you spun around and stormed out of the locker room, your heels clicking angrily against the tiled floor. Roman watched his wife leave with a sigh and rubbed his temples. He knew you were hurt, but he was doing what he thought was best. He would call you later and make it up to you somehow.

You stewed the entire trip back to your hotel suite. You couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, that he was allowing Drew’s taunts get to him. Barging into your suite, you checked your phone and saw that he had called you five times on your way back. A sixth call came in and you cut it off. Too bad. You didn’t feel like speaking to him right now.

Stripped down to just your panties, you lay down in the king size bed and turned on the TV just in time to see your husband entering the ring for the contract signing. As angry as you were, you couldn’t deny how incredible he looked. Your tongue swished over your lips at the way he leaned back in his seat and glared a hole through the WWE Champion. 

Though he was calm and collected, exuding that big dick energy you experienced on the regular, you knew he was pissed. This was personal for him. As he admonished Drew for daring to utter your name, your loins began to stir. Watching him defend your honor was turning you on. Taking in his deep, smooth voice, you found yourself desperately needing a release as the adrenaline kicked in again. Noticing your phone next to you on the bed, you smiled as a naughty idea popped up in your mind. You grabbed the phone and opened it up, set it in video mode and positioned it carefully on the nightstand, ensuring that the screen had an unimpeded view of your open thighs. This was your revenge. If Roman didn’t need you, then the feeling was mutual, and you were about to prove it.

Resting back against the pillows, you took off your panties and spread your legs, rubbing your sex. You imagined Roman’s hands on you; his hot mouth, that dangerously long tongue of his sliding against your skin, and it was enough to make you moan. You teased your folds and rubbed your clit, lightly squeezing the hardening bud between your fingers the way he would. With your other hand, you grabbed your bare breast, tweaking your nipple to increase the sensations. Letting his deep voice wash over your being, you shoved your middle and ring fingers inside you and thrust them in and out, causing your head to fall back and your eyes to flutter shut with a throaty gasp. Fuck, it felt so good, and your pussy spasmed in agreement. You widened your legs and increased your pace, thrusting your fingers faster as the thought of his mouth and tongue slobbering all over your dripping cunt made you tense up even more. Dizzy with desire, you moaned louder as you neared your release, imagining your walls getting stuffed by his long, thick dick plowing in and out of you. Your pussy was already a sloppy, noisy mess, juices running down to your ass crack. A couple more thrusts set you off, and your body seized up, a howl escaping you as you came hard. Going limp on the bed, you waited for your body to cool down, before taking your phone from its stand and turning off the video. Tagging it as ‘I Can Do Shit By Myself Too’, you forwarded the clip to Roman and waited for hell to break loose. You didn’t care about the repercussions. He made you mad and you needed him to know you were mad.

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“About fuckin’ time you woke up.”

Roman’s deep, intimidating voice startled you awake. You didn’t even know when you had fallen asleep. Blinking furiously into the light, you saw his hulking frame hovering over you. He was stark naked, and his body glowed under the lights, his muscles rippling menacingly. You realized suddenly that your arms were stretched above your head, straining, and you looked up to see both your hands tied to the headboard with one of his silk ties. You looked back at him, your gaze locking on that long, thick goodness between his powerful thighs, and swallowed hard as lust and fear licked up your spine. Yeah, he was mad mad. “Roman…Baby...”

“You’ve been testing me all damn night, woman,” he cut you off. “Giving me lip back at the arena, not picking up my calls, and now that fuckin’ video. You wanna try me, huh? You want me to remind you who your Tribal Chief is?”

He climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. He knelt in front of you, taking your legs and spreading them in opposite directions. "Fine. Have it your way. Except you won't. I'ma break you off. I'm gonna punish you by making you come over and over until you're begging me to stop, and even then, I won't stop. I'm gonna remind you that you and your smart-ass mouth belong to me. Not McIntyre, not nobody else. Mine."

This was an ambush, one you should have been prepared for considering how the day had gone between you two. The Tribal Chief always ensured he had the upper hand, no matter how he got it. He swung your legs over each of his barrel-like shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs. You shuddered with anticipation when he looked up at you from between your legs, his mouth inches away from your throbbing pussy. A soft moan escaped you as he licked his lips deliberately with a predatory look in his eyes. You wriggled against him, desperate for him to get started.

"Don't move." Keeping eye contact, he dipped his tongue inside your pussy and curled it, making you moan out loud. He did it again, then shifted to your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth, and your hips bucked in reaction. Immediately, he grunted angrily and smacked you right on your pussy lips, shocking and arousing you at the same time.

"I said, don't move," he growled. "Do it again, and I'll stop."

"No!" you exclaimed, near tears already. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Daddy. Please, don't stop."

"The Tribal Chief does what he wants," he reminded you, rubbing your clit in circular motions and watching the moisture gather. "You're getting so wet for me, baby girl. Pissing me off turns you on, huh?" He dug his teeth into the soft skin of your inner thigh, biting just hard enough to sting. "Who you were thinking about when you touched yourself? Was it me? Was it Drew?"

"Never, Daddy. It's you. It's always you." Your words dissolved into a drawn-out gasp when he slathered his tongue over your folds. Roman reveled in your shallow breathing as he slid a finger, and then another, inside you, twisting for several seconds until they were coated in your juices. Your scent was intoxicating, your taste was a flavor he became addicted to the very first time he had it. He was addicted to everything about you. He reached up and pushed his wet fingers into your open mouth, and as you sucked them greedily, his dick throbbed, wanting nothing more than to replace those fingers with something much bigger.

"Look at me," he ordered. When you hesitated, he sucked your clit so hard that you screamed around his fingers in your mouth, eyes wide with surprise. It was a dirty move, but the Tribal Chief wasn't interested in playing fair. "I said look at me," he repeated, forcing you to watch his tongue drill your clit. At the same time his fingers slipped from your mouth and back into your pussy, driving in and out, over and over, and you couldn't control the orgasm that razed through you like an avalanche, or the cries that spilled out of your mouth. But he didn't relent, continued eating your pussy like he was starving, his fingers still going off ruthlessly inside you.

"Again," he commanded, glancing back up at you, "Go ahead, lil' mama. Come for Daddy again."

"Shit, Roman," you groaned, throwing your head back. His mouth covered your entire entrance now, licking you and sucking you and fingering you all at once. His moans vibrated against your stimulated core, and the incredible sensation had you tumbling into a second orgasm. You arched against the bed and screamed, with your thighs squeezing his head as you climaxed. "Fuck, fuck!"

Snickering proudly, Roman gave your folds a few lazy final licks before untangling your legs from around his head. He gripped your hips and flipped you easily onto your stomach, and you felt the binds twist and tighten slightly around your wrists. He moved higher up the bed, grabbing pillows and placing them underneath you. After making sure you were positioned the way he wanted, he straddled your thighs and pressed the tip of his cock against your slick entrance. You buried your face in the pillow and gripped the sheets as you felt your husband's big dick forge its way inside of you, filling you to the hilt. "Fuuuck," you whined.

"Ah, there it is, there's my pussy." He rotated his hips, grinding himself inside you, making you take every inch of him. "Fucking good pussy. You love this dick, don't you?" He smacked your ass. "Tell me. Say it to me. Tell Daddy how much you love this dick." He held you down to the bed by your waist, his pelvis rolling determinedly against your ass. His stroke game was second to none, always had you gushy at the drop of a hat. "Yessss Daddy, I love your big dick. Fuck me," you egged him on.

"You like that?" he asked, "You like how I fuck this pretty pussy?" Feeling your walls spasm around him, he slapped your ass again, continued grinding into your wet, tight hole. Your groans grew louder when his dick repeatedly grazed your sensitive spot, massaging your walls with long, deep strokes. He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your back and shoulder blades, enjoying the way you writhed beneath him. You whined in protest when he suddenly pulled out, felt his hands on your hips as he dragged you up to your knees. He pressed his palm down on your back and so that your hips rose and your back arched. Grasping his dick, he slapped it crudely against your pussy lips, and more shockwaves zipped through you. You raised your ass higher with a whimper, eager for him to be inside you once again.

"Nah, baby. You're gonna work for this one," he told you, sliding his dick teasingly against your wet slit. "Ride my cock, sweetheart. Fuck yourself like you did in that video."

His wish was your command. Always. Rocking against him, you pushed back on his dick, hissing softly when he slipped back inside you with ease. Anchoring your knees around his own, you threw your ass back in a steady rhythm. With a low growl, he leaned above you and braced his hands against the headboard, letting you fuck him to your heart's content. The visual of your beautiful body rolling as you chased your pleasure was one he could watch for all eternity. "You take me so well, mama. Goddamn," he groaned, fascinated by the sight of your tiny little pussy drenching his thick shaft. "Look at that wet ass pussy, leaking all over my dick."

Overwhelmed, you moaned again, his dirty talk and domineering tone sending endless shivers down your spine. Sure enough, the sounds of your wetness filled the suite once again, along with your throaty moans and your skin slapping against his as you bounced on his dick. Roman felt you ripple around him, signaling another impending orgasm. "That's it. Get that nut, baby. Come for the Chief," he encouraged.

His fingers mashed your soft ass as he began bouncing you himself, dragging you closer to ecstasy. The binds were starting to dig into your wrists thanks to this position, but the discomfort was nothing compared to how good you felt right now; how good he felt inside you, how his own moans and pants were coaxing you to rock back faster against him, and how badly you wanted to come again. Of course, being the attentive lover that he was, Roman knew exactly what his woman wanted. He finished you off by fingering your sensitive clit again, and you squealed into the sheets, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. Forever seemed to pass before you stopped shaking, and you melted into the mattress, body twitching, weak and worn out from pleasure.

"Good girl," Roman purred. He had stopped to rub on your backside, his calloused palms and fingers squeezing with alternate hard and soft kneads. The booty rubs were a soothing, almost loving gesture, but you knew he was only preparing you for more of his onslaught. "How many times did you come? Hmm? How many times did the Chief make you come?"

"I don't know," you breathed. You honestly couldn't think right now.

His hand unexpectedly cracked against your ass. Hard. "Don't play with me. How many times?"

"Three," you blurted out. Between the sound of his harsh, pussy-wetting voice, his magic hands, and your pleasure-ridden body, your mind was in a tailspin, craving respite from the punishing barrage of orgasms you'd endured already. Your man was easily capable of bringing you to climax multiple times before he was ready to do so himself. Even after six years, his enviable stamina still left you breathless.

"I know you got some more left in you. You can give me another one," he stated simply. Pulling you back up on your knees, he adjusted you, pressing your legs close together so you would feel tighter around him. He took back control, his breath catching at how much tighter and wetter you already were. His hand slithered up your back and curled into your ponytail, tugging your head up from the pillow. Your mouth fell open from how forcefully he was plowing into you, his fingers gripping your hip tightly to keep you upright. Leaning forwards so his chest pressed your back, his mouth found your neck, traveling over your jawline, his tongue swiping your cheek. "You feel so good around me, baby. Ain't nobody take my dick the way you do," he whispered. He wrapped his hand around your throat, making you whimper, his other hand sinking into the mattress beside you like an anchor. "Your pussy is so good. And it's mine."

"Oh my god, oh my god, Daddy, yes..." Your strangled voice was barely audible over the sounds of his body pounding roughly against yours. All you could do was moan and groan wantonly as he railed you so hard and deep that you felt him in your stomach. He gave your neck another squeeze and groaned in your ear when you clenched around him. Both your bodies were slick with sweat as he fucked you harder, faster, the headboard clattering against the wall thanks to the bed rocking from the force of his thrusts.

"Oh fuck!" you panted, just as his grasp around your neck tightened and he pulled your head further back. You were caged in, unable to move, your body completely at his mercy. You gasped loudly when he suddenly slowed his thrusts, instead punching each breath out of you with pointed, punishing strokes that undid you in mere seconds. He twisted your face towards his, swallowing your scream as you came around him in a hot, mind-blowing rush. You were about to collapse from pure ecstasy, but Roman held you up, holding you still as he kissed you indulgently. When you came down from your high, he slipped out of you and slapped your ass as he finally let you drop back to the bed, his eyes locked on your juices streaking your inner thighs. He raised an eyebrow when you tried to escape from underneath him, crawling as far away as your binds would let you. "Where ya goin’?" he demanded.

"I...I need a minute," you gasped.

"You get a minute when the Chief allows it. Get back here," he commanded, crooking his index finger at you. "Get your ass back here. Don't make me come get you."

Sucking in a ragged breath, you crawled back down the bed, returning to him. Roman smirked at your antics, gauged your dazed expression. “Look at you, acting like you can’t take this dick.” He let his palms explore your generous curves, his voice dripping with sex and authority. “Ain’t no running, baby. You asked for this, so you’re gonna get it. All of it.”

He turned you on your back, and you could only imagine how you looked, cross-eyed and speechless from the intense fucking. You looked on with hooded eyes as he loomed dominantly above you, his thick beard gleaming with your essence, his still-hard length covered in your creamy mess. He looked like a god, a Samoan-Italian sex god, and you craved to touch him, to run your hands all over his tattoos and his flexing muscles, to caress his bronzed, sweat-slick skin glistening in the fluorescent light.

Licking his way up the length of your body, Roman paused at your breasts, rolling his tongue over your nipples before sucking each one into his mouth, ensuring both received equal attention. When he had his fill, he pressed his mouth tongue-first against yours, plundering your mouth with a deliciously sloppy, carnal kiss that dragged another pleasured moan out of you. You looked so beautiful to him, all tied up, flushed and fucked out like this. It turned him on to no end.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy," he ground out against your lips. His hand closed around your neck again; his tongue openly stroked yours in tandem with his hips rolling against your sensitive center, and you could feel your body begin to shut down from stimulation overload. Without warning, he pushed back inside you, making you yelp from the sudden intrusion. His heavy breaths caressed your face, you felt him shiver as he twitched inside you. Then, throwing your legs onto his shoulders, he jutted his hips forward, fucking you with renewed vigor. Your fingers tightened around your binds as you tried in vain to brace yourself against his relentless thrusts. He took you on another rollercoaster, switching between frantic pounding and slow, methodical grinding, burying himself inside your g-spot. You needed him far away from you. You needed him closer. Your eyes squeezed shut, certain you were about to pass out, and he was showing no signs of stopping. "Daddy, oh shit..." you croaked out, your voice hoarse and shot from all the noises he was literally fucking out of you.

Feeling his own end approaching, he pushed your legs all the way back until your knees were by your ears. "One more. Give me one more, baby," he grunted. Holding you by your ankles, he thrust down deep inside you, sinking your folded body further and further into the mattress. "Do it again. Come on Daddy's dick."

Your eyes watered as you felt him swell inside you, plunging deeper and wrecking what was left of your pussy. “Roman! Ohhh shit! I’m coming!” All your nerves stood on end, starting at the roots of your hair, coursing through your belly, all the way down to the tips of your curled toes. The explosion that followed was so powerful that your legs shook violently, and when you opened your mouth, a stream of strangled sobs poured out. Your lungs were on fire as you struggled to breathe.

The sight of your legs shaking, your pussy gushing all over his dick and making a mess on the bed, finally triggered Roman’s own release. He pressed his face to your temple, hips snapping only a few more times before he went rigid, his dick pulsating as he emptied inside you, mixing your sex fluids together. He bit into your skin and moaned long and loud, shuddering as your walls clenched him greedily, milking him for all he was worth. When he rolled off you and onto his back, he groaned again, his skin tingling from how hard he came.

It took him a full minute before he could finally move. He scooted over to you, loosening the silk tie from your wrists. He wound your arms around his neck and sat up with you on his lap. Holding your limp body in his arms, he brushed his lips against your heated skin, whispering softly to you as he kissed away the tears on your cheeks and at the corner of your eyes. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, baby,” he cooed.

Shivering at his words of praise, your head lolled against his shoulder, completely spent and your emotions running high. “Daddy…"

"Shh, I’m right here, I got you," he hushed you with more quiet words, kissing your face and rubbing your back soothingly. You both stayed like that for some time, the air thick with the smell of sex and the sounds of your collective heavy breathing. “Give me a second, okay? I’ll be right back,” he said, his mouth finding yours briefly. 

You instantly missed his warmth as he gently laid you back down on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the sound of water running, heard him moving about inside before he returned. Finding your silk bonnet, he tucked your hair inside it, and then carried you into the bathroom. The pleasant scent of your favorite bath gel filled your nostrils, and you saw the bathtub was filled with bubbles and rose petals. Easing you both into the warm water, he sat behind you and held you close. You came back into your own body to the most sated feeling, as his hands glided over your wet skin and he pressed kisses on your temple.

"Fuckin' hell, you're gonna be the death of me. I love you so fucking much, my queen," he murmured, his lips caressing your jawline.

You stretched languidly and sighed against his broad chest. "Mmmm. I love you too, baby."

"You know, you're sexy as fuck when you're mad," he added, a touch of sly humor in his voice.

"And you're sexy when you're jealous. Sometimes." You twisted your head to lock eyes with him, giving him a playful wink.

Roman groaned and shook his head bashfully. "I know. I can't help myself sometimes, ya know?"

"Well, you don't ever need to be," you reminded him, raising your hand and showing him the rings he himself put there. "This is forever, remember? Nothing has changed." You brushed your lips tenderly over his. "You're the only man I'll ever want or need. Got it?"

"Got it. And right back at ya." He brought your wrists to his mouth and kissed each one softly. "I spent the entire ride back thinking about your punishment. I thought about holding out on you. Wasn't gonna let you come until you were begging me to. But when I walked in and saw you asleep, I changed my mind."

You were glad he did. The first option would've been torture. "I love a man who thinks on his feet," you giggled, squeezing your recovering legs together. "Damn, baby, you fucked the shit outta me. That was incredible."

"After seeing that video, ain't no way I was letting you off easy. That was hot as hell. You had me hard as nails for damn near the entire show."

"Thanks, Daddy. I try."

"For real. It was so hot, I think you deserve a present."

Your eyes lit up. "Ooh, I always like your presents. Can I pick this time?"

"No need. I already got an idea what you want."

"Really? Tell me then."

"Well...What about that baby we talked about?" He grinned when you spun around in the water to face him fully, mouth agape, your eyes wide with shock and hope. It was the exact reaction he expected.

"Ro..." you stammered, stunned. "Babe...I thought you said-"

He simply smiled coyly. "I know we said we'll take our time after we got married, but I've been thinking about it, and this feels like the right time. Besides, don't think I didn't see you gushing over Becky on her IG page." Chuckling lightly, his smile widened when you threw your arms around him and kissed him heartily. He stared lovingly at you, his heart warming at how happy you were. "I want what you want, baby girl. If you want a kid, then I'll give you a kid. Our kid. We can start trying properly after Sunday."

"After what just happened, I'm pretty sure you've knocked me up already," you said. "But before we get to that, I'm gonna need you to destroy McIntyre on Sunday. Fuck him up and put him in his place." You were back in Boss mode. "He threatened the Tribal Chief. Threatened me, threatened your standing as the Head of the Table. You need to make an example out of him."

You spoke with such malice that he was aroused again. "My bloodthirsty baby girl. I love it," he grinned proudly, gazing adoringly at you. "And what's in it for me if I win?"

"I can get Heyman to arrange a week-long getaway for us. No work, no wrestling, nothing. When you win...you can do whatever you want to me all week."

Roman's eyes darkened at the tantalizing offer. "That's a lot of power you're handing over to me."

You adjusted your seating position on his lap, water sloshing all around you. Winding your arms around his neck, you flicked your tongue lewdly over his lips, coaxing his mouth open. You couldn't get enough of him if you tried. "Whatever. You. Want," you repeated, pressing your wet, naked chest against his. "As long as you get me pregnant, nothing is off limits. Beat McIntyre's ass and we got a deal." A diabolical smirk graced your beautiful face. "What do you say, Daddy?"

Oh yeah, McIntyre was going to die. And a Reigns baby was definitely arriving in nine months' time. Cupping your ass possessively, his sinister smile matched yours as he pulled you in for the kiss you wanted. "Deal. You already got my pull-out game weak anyway."

 THE END

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Jay is from the show Red Widow and unfortunately he's not really known 😅 At first I wanted to ask for Jack but I had no idea of ​​the details for the story... Maybe he had to leave reader because of his job, but he loves her too much and decides to come back and find out that she is pregnant (a baby girl) I know, it's not original but i can't imagine anything else for this charming cowboy 🥺

Whole (Jack Daniels x Fem!reader)

Notes: Idk why I struggled so hard to write this fic but here she is in all her glory........yay. Not as smutty as per usual to prove I’m not a total whore but here ya go

Summary: after your life is threatened unbeknownst to you, whiskey takes it upon himself to protect you the only way he thinks he can––by leaving you. but what his cowboy brain doesn’t for see, is that he’s doing both of you more damage than good especially after a happy little accident. 

warnings: brief description of smut and aftercare (like the La Croix of smut but still no minors), ANGSTTTTTTT, rOUGH, unplanned pregnancy, a slap, and a happy ending

Jack should have known the first time he wasn’t meant to have this kind of happiness—the kind where one could always have someone to return home to at the end of the day. No, he couldn’t have it with his late wife and he couldn’t have it with you either.

The human trafficker had somehow gotten access to personal statesmen information, because he had found out about you. Had your name. Had shown him pictures of you. Had shown that men were waiting at your doorstep if Jack didn’t back down now.

Thankfully, they were able to stop the man before it came to any of that—but it broke something in Jack. He couldn’t have another woman he loves die like his wife. He didn’t know if he could handle it. You didn’t even know about Jack’s real job, all you knew was that he was the CEO of a distillery and you never asked questions about that. Maybe it was easier keeping it like that, as Jack realized the only way to keep you safe was to leave you.

He had picked a night, picked a place to head out to after it was all over, and planned out the note. He had made love to you one last time before leaving—slowly savoring the way your skin felt pressed against him and the way it felt to have your walls drag against him when he thrusted, and finally stilled deep inside you. He made sure to take care of you before he left, clean with all sore muscles rubbed out and well hydrated—comfortable as you could be. You fell asleep so easily it somehow made Jack more guilty for what he thought was the right thing. He stayed longer than he should have after he wrote the note and got dressed, bag packed by the door, just staring at you, attempting to memorize the sound of your soft noises as you slept and the way your naked body looked covered by the sheets and pale moonlight. It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and wanted it to be the clearest memory he had of you. Tears sprung in his eyes, thinking that this is the only thing he will ever have of love—memories. He kissed your forehead one last time before walking out of your life forever.

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Jack hasn’t felt alive since, the toll of leaving you behind eating at him more than he ever thought it could. He’s changed in a way and everyone knows it—they see the way he moves or speaks now and know something has changed. He just goes through the motions of living with no actual life in his eyes to prove he is alive. He throws himself into his work working through cases and bad guys more efficiently than ever, but it doesn’t distract him from losing you—not when he lies awake at night crying and missing you.

Everyone around him changes too—Tequila doesn’t tease him anymore and walks around him like they’re threading through a room full of broken glass. Ginger does more medical evaluations—ones that are less to do with physical health and more to do with mental health. Most of all—champ acts different, “son—“

Jack pauses from exiting the debriefing room after giving Champ a status report and picking up another case, “I’m wondering if you should take a few days off from wo—“

“No,” Jack says curt and without a single space for bargaining. Champ is stiff when Jack looks at him, “I know you're wallowing over that girl.”

“I did what I had to do and I’m going to continue doing it.” Jack reminds him, staying steadfast in his decision. Champ shakes his head, “and it’s tearing you apart—statesmen get threats like that all the time Whiskey and they don’t go deserting their relatives or loved ones—“

“Well they're not me,” Jack states his stare is cold as he looks down at Champagne, “I can’t lose another person like that again.”

“You’ve lost her by leaving her,” his words cut through him and he knows it’s the truth, but it’s not something stubborn ol Jack is willing to withstand. Jack turns to leave again, “I’ll be off on the case.”

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You can’t help but pick up one of the sandwiches from the various food carts before they go out. It’s too tempting after standing for hours on your feet with a six month old pregnancy belly on your front—one you’re rubbing as you enjoy the taste of the mozzarella, pesto, and tomato together. The father of your child disappeared before you could even tell him—fitting considering you never grew up with a father in your house. So it has just been you and your baby girl, and well your best friend and business partner that was walking towards you now, joking “are the sandwiches up to your standards?”

“I needed something to eat after four hours of standing and being pregnant Travis,” you contest, taking another big bite. He shrugs with some sort of understanding, looking over the trays of food with you and approving them before they go off. Travis randomly starts, “I don’t think we should try to have this client again.”

You turn, finishing your sandwich with an eyebrow raise, “why? Did someone from the company say something to you—“

“Not that—although I was worried when the CEO invited his childhood priest—” he notes sending off the last tray, “I get bad vibes from the company itself.”

You think about it for a moment agreeing that something was fishy about the way a family-owned soap company was able to afford such a lavish event—something was a little off. You nod, “maybe not—I don’t want to get too close to a company that's a front. I doubt they would want us back because they’ve fired every event planner they’ve had before and the CEO’s wife already complained that the flower garnishes weren’t the correct shade of maroon.”

“We just have to finish the job then and we’ll be scott free” Travis mutters checking his watch, “just a couple hours left—what could go wrong?”

As though you were in a badly made comedy, right as Travis says that you hear clatter and gunshots come from the main event area, “......I spoke too soon didn’t I?”

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Vincent Marsulio had tried to make a run for it once he realized his plans to run a million dollar drug business had gone to shit—I mean a soap company as a front? Really? Jack had dodged gunfire, tequila and the new agent rum covering him—allowing him to use his lasso to drag Vincent into Statesmen custody.

The scene was under control now—with agents and Ginger’s crime scene investigators gathering follow up information and evidence. Jack was just there to make sure the scene stayed secure and that no witnesses ran off that were revealed to be involved. Scanning the crowds of those being interviewed is when he saw you.

He should have known you were here—he should have seen your touches in the flower displays, the food selections, the drapery, and the table cloths. You were a party planner, he should have made note of that. You’re the same as the images in his mind—the memories that flash through his mind whenever he gets a flicker of your perfume or hears a laugh that sounds like yours. The only thing that's changed about you is your stomach—there's a sizable baby bump there, and he mumbles to himself “no…”

It had been seven months—seven months since he left you. It had to be his. He left you pregnant. As though you heard the gears turning in his head you turn and make eye contact with him—freezing in your place. He has to talk to you now, but you make efforts to move away, running towards a stairwell to get away from him as he shouts your name.

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Despite being seven months pregnant you make a good chase, ducking down the stairwell and moving as fast as your swollen ankles will carry you while he shouts for you behind you. You can’t see him right now, he left, he doesn’t deserve this. Your condition must somewhat get the best of you as you end up stumbling on a landing—slowing down enough for him to catch up. You knew it was futile after all he ran faster than you even when you weren’t pregnant.

He grabs your wrist before you can go any farther, pulling you towards his body—only for you to wack a big slap to the side of his face, “how dare you—you asshole.”

“You're pregnant?” He asks quick as hell, and you frown still jabbing hits at him, “Why else am I so fucking big dickhead.”

He pulls you closer in an effort to restrain you from hitting him and from running away at any point, “is it mine?”

You had been avoiding looking at his face the entire portion of the ordeal—not wanting to see the face of the man that abandoned you. But you end up looking anyway and feel the tears spring up in your eyes. Despite the fact he left you you still feel love for him in your heart. You can’t lie to him, “it is.”

“Sugar, I’m—“ he breathes out, struck in the moment by every error he’s made in the past few months knowing he should have stayed, “I’m so sorry, please let me explain why I did what I did.”

You don’t respond just letting him speak at his own will as he settles you two down to sit on the steps of the stair. Jack tells you about his job, his wife, and the scare he had that just accumulated to him feeling like he had to leave to keep you safe. You had known about his late wife but none of the details about the affair and understood just why he was so afraid—but he still acted like an idiot. Head in hands, “why did you keep everything hidden from me Jack, I mean you lied to me about your job––no wonder I was able to find you after I found out, I was stuck looking for Jack Daniels brewery CEO instead of Jack Daniels statesmen.”

You got him there, “I should have––everyone told me I should have told you.” Silence emanates between the two of you, “I know sorry doesn’t make up for all I did––I don’t know if I can ever make up for what I did, but give me a chance because I want to be there for you and the kid–I love you sweet pea.”

Tears spring from your eyes, “I love you too Jack, we’ll figure it out I promise.”

Jack pulls you into his arms whispering what sounds like a thousand thank you’s for you and the girl in your belly, “it’s a girl you know.”

“A girl…” Jack trails off with a smile gleaming on his face and some unspoken joy in his eyes, that shifts into something of deep regret, “I was almost like him I don’t ever wanna be like him”

“You won’t.” you state firm and jack pulls away to cup your face and wipe away the errant tears still streaming down your face, “can I kiss you darling?”

“Please,” and with that the lips you have missed meld on to yours. After months, both alone and apart, both you and Jack feel a sense of security that everything will be alright––that your little family is finally whole.

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