#I've liked songs some of them a lot but not like this

[leashybebes]

fic: in deep devotion [bucktommy, t, 1k]

hey, gang. have 1000 words of buck having feelings about tommy's gray hairs.

It's been weeks since they've had overlapping time off that hasn't been filled with plans. Tommy's back at work tomorrow afternoon, while Buck is only on the first day of his 72 hours off. He's determined to make the leisurely, lazy best of the overlap and so far, it's a strong tick in the mission accomplished box.

Tommy had made breakfast and coffee while Buck slept off the last of his twenty four hour turned twenty eight hour shift, and they'd eaten in bed. The second cups of coffee that Buck ventured out into the kitchen for wound up going cold because when he got back, Tommy was propped up against the pillows and the sight of him made Buck's breath catch in his throat. One kiss turned into two, turned into teasingly wrestling each other across the bed.

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A playfully energetic half hour later sees them like this - naked, breath slowly returning to normal, Tommy's head pillowed on Buck's belly. Buck flails out one hand and grabs a pillow, shoving it under his head so that he's propped up enough that he can look down at Tommy. He has his eyes closed, a half smile curling his mouth, and he just - he takes Buck's breath away. They're coming up on a year into their second go around, and the sight of Tommy, sated and relaxed and here is still enough to make Buck's stomach do a happy little flip. It's not like it was when they first got back together - a little anxiety underpinning a lot of excitement. He feels like they've put in the work now, both of them, so it's more like oh, of course you're here. You'll always be here. You belong here.

In the late morning light, Tommy's eyelashes are practically casting shadows on his cheekbones, and there's a beam of sunlight right across his face. It's probably why his eyes are still closed, just tightly enough to make some of the lines around them stand out clearly. The silver in his hair and in his stubble is all but sparkling in the sun, calling to Buck like a siren song.

Buck strokes his fingertip against the grain of Tommy's stubble, up into his sideburns, close cropped because he went to the barber after his last shift, up further across his temple, watching the way the light plays off the gray hairs as his finger presses across them. There's a patch at the bolt of Tommy's jaw where the grays are more concentrated and Buck touches his fingertips to it. God, he loves how Tommy doesn't shave on his days off. He looks so good.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asks, a laugh around the edges of his voice, and he turns his head to look at Buck, stubble scratching against his ribs, right on the edge of tickling.

"Your grays really show in this light," Buck says, touching his fingers to Tommy's temple again.

Tommy leans into the touch and smiles at him. "Careful, baby. You're gonna make me self-conscious. Should I pick up some Just For Men next time I'm at the store?"

It's clearly a joke, but Buck's heart sinks just at the suggestion.

"Don't you dare."

Tommy laughs and rolls off him to lay at his side. Buck digs a hand into the hair at the top of his head and tugs gently.

"Hey. I'm serious. Absolutely no hair dye. I'll bite you."

"Sorry, is that supposed to be a disincentive?"

"Tommy."

"What?" Tommy says, nudging his head into Buck's touch. "Would it ruin the daddy vibes for you?"

"It's not about that," Buck says.

"No?"

Buck smoothes his fingers through Tommy's hair, down to that silver patch of stubble on his jaw.

"You have more now than when we met," he says, not quite able to explain why that makes his heart beat harder. Not faster, but harder.

"Okay?" Tommy says, corner of his mouth curving up the way it does when Buck's being particularly entertaining. "That's generally how the relentless march of time operates. Except on you, apparently. I swear I'll find that attic portrait you're hiding someday."

"I love it," Buck blurts. "You've changed. I've watched you change. I - I love it."

Tommy's smirk turns into something softer, a little wonderstruck, like he knows exactly what Buck's trying to say.

"Evan…"

"I just - come up here and kiss me, please."

Tommy does as he's told without a moment's hesitation, boxing Buck in, bracing himself with a hand on either side of Buck's head, dropping soft, affectionate pecks onto his cheeks, his chin, his mouth. It's not enough and Buck pulls him into a proper kiss, messier and more urgent than when they were laughingly getting each other off before.

"You're bigger," Tommy says between kisses. "More solid. Stronger. The - the calluses on your hands are rougher. I've watched you change, too."

"Yeah," Buck says, warmth blossoming in his chest because that's it, that's exactly it. Time shared will carry on being written across their bodies, weeks and months and years of little changes and big ones. Changing hairstyles, changing clothing preferences, changing tastes in food, changing hobbies. And they get to see it all. He tugs Tommy into another kiss. "Isn't it - isn't it the best thing in the world? I can't wait to see what you look like when you're forty five. Fifty. Sixty. Retired in a rocking chair on the porch."

Tommy laughs against his mouth. "I'll look like an old man."

"Yeah," Buck agrees. "Yeah. My old man. Bring it on."

He runs his hand through Tommy's hair again, tips his head gently to kiss the lines that frame his eyes. The sun continues to warm them and he thinks beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

[msbigredmachine]

40 Days & 40 Nights (Roman Reigns)

When Roman and Naima commit to abstaining from sex for Lent, they think it’ll be a test of willpower. What they don’t anticipate is just how torturous it will be. The Tribal Chief has always been a man of discipline, but resisting Naima? That might just be his toughest challenge yet.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem OC

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I've been enjoying writing about these two a little too much, thank you for indulging me 😁

This is based off characters from my multi-chapter Roman fic, Finding Angel.

Day 0: The Agreement

Roman’s tour bus hums softly beneath them, rolling steadily down the highway. It’s late, and they’re curled up together on the leather couch, the glow from the TV illuminating their faces. Naima’s sinfully long legs are draped across his lap, his fingers lazily plucking at her gold anklet.

She sighs, stretching against him like a cat. “Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“You ever do Lent properly before?”

Roman lifts a brow. “Like, actually giving something up?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He thinks for a moment, rubbing at his beard. “Not really. I mean, I’d try. No cheesecake, no cussing...Never lasted the whole forty days though.” He smirks. “What about you?”

Naima nods. “I have. Back when I used to go to church regularly. But since we’re together now…” She tilts her head, eyeing him with mischief. “We should do something big. A challenge.”

Roman chuckles, giving her calf a squeeze. “Yeah? Like what?”

She purses her lips, watching his hand creep up her thigh. “No sex.”

Roman’s fingers freeze. His entire body goes still. “What?”

Naima grins. “Forty days. Forty nights. No sex.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head like she’s just spoken in tongues. “Woman, you play too damn much.”

“I’m serious.” She bites her lip, trying not to laugh at his expression; eyes narrowed, lips slightly parted, like he’s just been blindsided. “Lent is supposed to be about self-discipline, sacrifice. If we gon’ do it, might as well go all in and shit.”

He leans back, arms folding over his chest as he casts her a skeptical look. “Define all in.”

Naima ticks the rules off on her fingers. “No sex. No self-gratification. No porn. No nudes.”

Roman blinks. His nostrils flare. “No self-gratification?” His voice pitches higher like he’s in actual distress.

She nods, giggling at the absolute betrayal written all over his face.

“I ain’t built for shit like that,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. “I mean, I got discipline, yeah…But not when it comes to you, baby.”

“Well, big guy,” she sing-songs, smirking, “guess you’ll just have to suffer like the rest of us mere mortals.”

He stares at her like she’s the devil herself, then exhales long and heavy, rubbing his temples. “Five and a half weeks. No fucking, I can’t jack off…” He stops himself, looking genuinely faint.

Naima doubles over laughing, tears in her eyes. “Five and a half weeks, Tribal Chief. You got this.”

Roman leans his head back against the couch, eyes narrowing. “You enjoyin’ this way too much. You really wanna test me like this?”

“Think about it though. We practice some restraint, get closer spiritually…”

He rolls his eyes. “You tryna get closer spiritually, or you just tryna watch me die a slow painful death?”

“You are not going to die,” she assures him, reaching out to toy with the beard on his chin. “Besides, you travel a lot, so it’s not like we’d be up under each other every day. That makes it easier.”

Roman tilts his head, considering. “Mmm, true. But that just means when we do see each other, it’s gonna be torture.”

Naima chuckles, dragging a slow finger up his chest. “I got willpower, baby. Question is, do you?”

Roman stares at her for a long moment, rolling the thought around in his head. Then he exhales, heavy and resigned. “You know what? Fuck it,” he says, full of confidence, his arrogance flaring. “I’m the Tribal Chief. Discipline is what I do.” He sighs again, but this time, his glare lands on her. “Fine. No sex.”

Naima smiles wide, and then holds out her pinky. “Shake on it?”

He hooks his pinky with hers, locking eyes. “Done.” Suddenly, he yanks her closer, their noses nearly touching. “But trust me when I say, you gon’ regret this, mamas.” His hand slides into her loose crop top, closing over the swell of her breast.

Naima shudders but keeps her cool, smirking as she pulls him on top of her. They might as well get one in before the chaos starts. “Not as much as you will.”

Day 3: The Distance Helps…Sort Of

So far, so good.

Roman is away for Smackdown, and Naima finds his absence manageable. No lingering touches, no heat radiating from his massive frame, no low, gravelly voice in her ear making promises he always keeps. They’ve kept their distance, FaceTiming only briefly before bed.

“You surviving, baby?” she queries, smirking at his grumpy expression.

“Barely.” He shifts under the covers, shirtless, looking way too fine for his own good. “Not gonna lie, I almost gave up today.”

“Oh?”

“This chick at the gym had the exact same perfume you wear.” He groans. “I damn near followed her like a lost puppy before I realized what the fuck I was doing.”

Naima bursts out laughing. “You’re hopeless.”

Roman glares. “Shut up. How you doin’?”

She shrugs, examining her nails. “Fine.”

His eyes narrow. “That’s it?”

She grins. “Told you I got more self-control than you.”

“For now,” Roman grumbles.

Naima laughs. Her man is hilarious even without trying. “Go to sleep, big man. You got work tomorrow.”

He exhales, rolling onto his side. “Text me when you wake up.”

“Of course, big daddy.”

Deathly silence. Then, “Don't call me that right now.”

“Oops. Sorry.”

Day 7: The Real Struggle Begins

Tonight, Roman is home.

And it’s bad.

Naima planned a chill night; dinner, a movie, nothing crazy. But it doesn’t take long at all before the energy shifts.

He’s fresh out the shower, grey sweatpants worn low on his hips, torso bare, hair damp and loose over his shoulders.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets, baritone voice like sin.

Naima swallows hard. This is gonna be hell.

She forces a smirk. “Hey, handsome.”

They keep it cool for most of the night. But then, of course, Roman has to test her. They’re on her sectional, his huge arm slung around her waist, and Naima is very aware of the way his fingers keep flexing against her hip.

“Stop that,” she mumbles.

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

Roman smirks, adjusting his grip, his fingers grazing the bare skin just above her shorts. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about.”

Naima tenses. “Roman.”

“Hm?” His eyes are closed, but he’s smirking.

She narrows her eyes, grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face, startling him enough to sit upright. “Quit playin’ with me!”

He chuckles, removing his hand from her body. “I ain’t even do nothin’!”

“You’re a fucking menace,” she grumbles, getting to her feet. “Can you behave so we can watch this movie in peace?”

Roman sighs dramatically, pulling her to sit on his lap. “Fine. Sit down, girl.”

The movie plays, but neither is watching, not with the way she shifts on his lap, just slightly. Naima swears she feels his breath hitch with every slight movement she makes.

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath.

Naima smirks. “Problem, baby?”

Roman glares at her. “Shut up.”

Naima moves off him, sitting beside him instead. “Maybe you should go take another shower.”

He clenches his jaw. “You evil as hell.”

She winks. “Thirty-three days to go, baby.”

Roman leans in, close enough that she can feel his breath on her lips. “You sure you don’t wanna call it quits?”

Naima squares her shoulders, defiant. “I’m good. Are you sure?”

His jaw clenches, eyes darkening. “I ain’t no quitter, baby.”

They sit there, staring at each other, tension thick enough to slice with a knife.

He groans tiredly, running a hand down his face. “We really fucked up agreeing to this, huh?”

She giggles despite herself. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

Day 11: Personal Problem

Naima leans against the kitchen counter in Roman’s Miami penthouse, idly scrolling through her phone as his deep, tired voice rumbles through the speaker. He’s calling from his hotel room in Chicago, exhaustion laced through his words, but his tone still holds that familiar warmth.

“Baby girl,” he drawls, low and thick, “You know you ain’t playin’ fair, right?”

She smirks, taking a slow sip of her tea. “What I do now?”

“You know what you did,” he grumbles. “Postin’ them damn pictures on IG, wearin’…hell, barely wearin’…that lil’ ass lingerie set, talkin’ ‘bout ‘work.’” His voice drops into a rough murmur. “What kinda sick game you playin’, huh?”

Naima bites her lip, failing to hold back a giggle. “It was for work,” she insists, though she’s well aware of the hell she’s putting him through.

“Yeah, well, you workin’ my last damn nerve,” he mutters. “Ain’t had a decent night’s sleep since Ash Wednesday.” His sigh is deep and frustrated. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”

Naima tilts her head, feigning innocence. “You mean to tell me the big, bad Tribal Chief can’t handle a little discipline?”

He exhales sharply, and she can picture the way he’s rubbing his hand down his face, exasperated. “Discipline? Baby, I’m beyond strugglin’,” he admits, voice dipping into that deep, rich tone that always does things to her. “You don’t know what it’s like, wakin’ up every damn morning, hard as a rock and you can’t do shit about it.”

Naima hums, a slow, knowing smile tugging at her lips, glad to know she’s not the only one that’s sexually frustrated. Still, she needs to keep up the facade. “Sounds like a personal problem to me,” she gloats.

“A personal problem?” Roman scoffs, and she hears rustling on the other end, like he’s pacing. “You the problem! Walkin’ ‘round my house in them little tank tops, no bra. Sittin’ in my lap whenever you feel like it. And don’t even get me started on them massages—”

“I was just being nice. Your muscles were tense,” she teases, far from innocent.

“You were torturin’ me, baby.” His voice is damn near a growl now. “And don’t act like you ain’t strugglin’, too. I know you miss this dick.”

Naima exhales through her nose, tapping her nails against the counter. She does. She really does. But she’s too stubborn to admit it just yet.

“Mmm.” She leans in closer to her phone. “I don’t know, big guy. I think I’m doin’ just fine.”

Roman lets out a long, suffering groan. “You gon’ stop playin’ with me, or what?”

Naima hums, all faux innocence. “Who’s playin’?”

He exhales sharply, like he’s this close to losing it. “You know who.”

She grins, sipping her tea like she’s completely unbothered. “Well, if it’s that bad, you could always tap out.”

His pride bristles instantly. “Hell nah!”

“Then I guess we’re both just gonna suffer.”

A heavy silence lingers between them, thick with tension neither one wants to break. Finally, Roman clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, a’ight. Keep that same energy when I finally get my hands on you.”

Day 17: Praying For Strength

Naima thought she had this under control.

The first week had been easy enough, a test of willpower she could handle. The second week? A little more difficult, especially when Roman was home, lounging around shirtless, brushing past her on purpose, throwing that look her way.

But now? Now she’s positively struggling.

She’s curled up on her sister Adara’s couch, aimlessly scrolling through Instagram while Julien plays his video game, trying to keep her mind off how pent-up she feels. Coupled with the fact that she also gave up smoking weed for Lent, every little thing these days irritates her, every touch of fabric against her skin feels like too much. She’s restless, annoyed, and horny.

And then, just to make things worse, Roman decides to be an absolute menace.

Her phone buzzes with a DM notification, and when she opens it, her heart damn near stops.

It’s a selfie of him at the gym, shirtless, sweat slicking his chest and arms, making every muscle pop under the harsh overhead lights. His damp hair hangs loose around his face, a few strands sticking to his forehead, and the way his gym shorts sit low on his hips is just—

She stares at the picture for a solid ten seconds, mouth dry. Then the caption pops up:

Praying for strength.

Naima snorts, her face heating as she quickly types back:

Your instigating ass not praying hard enough, apparently.

His response is immediate:

Cuz God sent me you, with your fine ass. Ain’t no strength left, mamas.

She presses her lips together, squeezing her thighs absentmindedly as her thumbs hover over the keyboard. She debates how petty she wants to be; how much she’s willing to let him know he’s getting to her.

Finally, she types:

Don’t tempt me unless you’re ready to start over from day 1.

The three little dots appear immediately. Then—

Admit it, then.

She frowns, typing back: 🤨Admit what?

That you goin through it, too.

Naima sucks her teeth, rolling her eyes.

Boy, please 🙄

Roman sends her something else, a video this time.

The screen opens to a slow pan down his freshly showered body, steam still curling in the background. Droplets of water slide down his chest, over the deep ridges of his abs, the camera lingering on where the towel hangs dangerously low on his hips…low enough to tempt, but not enough to see.

She chokes on air.

Day 26: Transferred Aggression

“Yo, big man, you good?” Jimmy asks, eyeing Roman warily as he powers through another set, aggressively throwing weights around like they personally disrespected his whole bloodline.

Roman shoots him a glare, chest heaving. “Why the fuck you askin’ me dumbass questions?”

“Cuz you look like you ready to kill somebody,” Jimmy says, crossing his arms, a knowing smirk on his face. “Or maybe you just need to get laid.”

Roman growls low in his throat. “I don’t need your commentary right now, Uce.”

Jey strolls over, sipping a protein shake like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Damn, what’s wrong with you?”

Jimmy chortles unashamedly, reveling in his big cousin’s self-inflicted suffering. “Lent got him in a chokehold. He can’t fuck Naima.”

Jey lets out a long whistle. “Shiiiiit. No pussy for forty days? You better than me, Uce.”

Both twins burst into laughter while Roman flips them off, his jaw clenching. “Fuck off. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jimmy chuckles, shaking his head. “If you say so, big man.”

Day 34: Devil’s Advocate

Naima lies on her couch, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended her, when Brandy flops down beside her, loud as ever, smacking on her bubblegum.

“So, let me get this straight,” Brandy says, ticking off on her fingers. “No fucking?”

Naima closes her eyes, exhaling slowly. “Nope.”

Brandy leans in. “No jacking off?”

Her eye twitches. “No.”

Brandy whistles. “No head, no fingers, no rubbin’ up on him just a little?”

“Brandy.”

“For a whole month? Damn, your pussy dry yet?”

Naima groans, dragging a pillow over her face. “Brandy, please.”

But Brandy just grins, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “Girl, you a damn saint. If that man looked at me the way he looks at you, I’d be sinnin’ daily.”

Naima peeks out from under the pillow, her voice a desperate whine. “It’s been hell, girl. Pure hell.”

Brandy cackles, clearly enjoying her best friend’s peril. “And big man? How he holdin’ up?”

“About as well as you’d expect.”

“So, not well at all?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Brandy throws her head back laughing. “Makes sense. Man been lookin’ like he ready to fight God and everybody else. Bet his ass counting down the days like it’s Christmas.”

Naima groans louder, pressing the pillow to her chest. “So am I.” She tosses her phone onto the couch. “I swear, Brandy, I been having the filthiest dreams. I wake up ready to—”

Brandy’s hands fly up. “Aht, aht! Don’t finish that sentence, nasty ass.” But she’s grinning, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know what’s funny, though?”

Naima eyes her warily. “What?”

Brandy leans in, voice dropping to a devilish whisper. “Y’all act holy for forty days, but once that clock strikes twelve, I know y’all gon’ be fuckin’ like demons.”

Naima snorts, shaking her head. “Girl, shut up.”

Brandy just laughs harder. “You know I’m right!” Then she perks up suddenly. “Matter fact, hold on, I got somethin’ for you.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out...

Naima sits up immediately. “No!”

Brandy grins, holding up the little pink Rose like it’s a trophy. “Come on. Just say the word, big man don’t even gotta know—”

“I said NO!”

Day 40: The Countdown Begins

Roman glares at the ceiling of his Atlanta condo, fists clenched at his sides. His jaw ticks as he glances at the time. 11:00 PM. One more hour. One more.

Meanwhile, across town, Naima is stretched out in bed, her fingers drumming restlessly against her bare thigh. She exhales sharply, shifting. Almost there.

Her phone buzzes.

Roman: You up?

She smirks, typing back.

Naima: You countin down the minutes too, big guy?

His response is instant.

Roman: Mamas, I been countin’ down since this morning.

She bites her lip, glancing at the time. 11:33 PM. 

Naima: Be at my place by 12:01.

She can almost taste the threat in his single, solitary reply:

Bet.

Easter Sunday: Fireworks

By the time the clock strikes midnight, Roman is already at Naima’s door, a look of pure determination in his eyes.

“Baby!” she exclaims, her laughter quickly fading at the look in his eyes as he drops his overnight bag and pulls her into his arms.

“We made it, baby,” he murmurs, his mouth already on her neck. “Forty days. Now get your ass in that bedroom before I lose my damn mind.”

Naima smirks, tugging him by the waistband of his sweats. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Safe to say, now that Lent is over, neither of them wants to waste another second.

Roman barely lets Naima close the bedroom door before he has her pinned against it, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive urgency. Their mouths collide in a kiss so fierce, it feels like they’re trying to make up for all forty days and nights in one moment.

“You don’t know how fuckin’ bad I’ve needed you,” Roman growls, his voice gravelly, lips dragging down her neck. His hands roam freely now, gripping her ass, which is bare underneath his old t-shirt that she’s wearing, and pulling her flush against him to feel just how much he’s missed her, straining through his sweatpants.

Naima drags her palms down his broad back, her hips rolling against him as a breathless gasp escapes her when his tongue sweeps against her bottom lip. “Forty days was too damn long, Ro,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with need.

“And whose fault was that?”

A flush creeps up her skin. “Mine. I’m sorry, daddy.”

His laugh is low, dark, and full of promise. “Oh, you about to be real sorry in a minute. Get over here.” He lifts her like she weighs nothing, carrying her to the bed. The second her back hits the mattress, their hands are everywhere; his sliding up her thighs, pushing her t-shirt over her head, hers making quick work of his own clothes. They both pause for a moment, just to take each other in, their eyes dark with want.

“Damn,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he kneels between her legs. “I almost forgot how sexy you are.”

Naima smirks, though her breath is already uneven. “Boy, you better stop talkin’ and-”

Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as Roman shoves her long legs down against the mattress, pressing her knees toward her chest until her feet touch the headboard. He folds her up effortlessly, pinning her in place, his grip firm as he holds her there, helpless, open, completely at his mercy. Then he sinks that big ol’ cock into her and starts moving right away, each thrust deep and deliberate, carving into her like he’s staking his claim.

Naima has missed it. Too much.

Every second of restraint they’ve suffered through, snaps with every snap of his hips, unleashing something raw, hungry, and unrelenting. Their bodies crash together in a fevered rhythm, each movement rougher, needier than the last. Her toes curl, fingers clawing at his back as he drives his dick in and out of her, hitting deep, hard, like he’s making up for every excruciating second they had to wait.

“Holy fuck, baby,” Roman groans, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. “You so fuckin’ wet.”

Indeed, the filthy, sloshy sounds of her arousal mix with her breathless cries of pleasure, filling the room, feeding the OTC’s hunger. He groans, drunk off it, off her, and buries his dick to the hilt, rolling his hips, bottoming her out. The way her pussy squeezes around him makes his head drop back, a low moan rumbling from his chest. He hears Naima’s sharp inhale, watches her eyes flutter and roll back…devastated in the best way.

Then he switches it up, pounding into her hard, fast, desperate, before slowing again, grinding deep, making her take every inch. There’s no gentleness at all; it’s rough, it’s passionate, it’s desperate, and both are too horny to want it any other way.

Naima clings to him, watching with glazed, unfocused, elated eyes as Roman grips her thighs tight, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drills his entire length into her, fast and relentless. “Yessss…ohmygod, Ro, fuck me. Give it to me!”

“Unnh, fuck,” he growls, his baritone voice gruff and primal as he obliges. Pleasure zips through him from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. The bed frame rocks perilously beneath them, the headboard cracking the wall in time with his ruthless, manic pace. 

Naima is lost, her moans shattering into breathless, incoherent whimpers as her orgasm crashes over her with brute force, made doubly intense from weeks without this feeling, from holding out only to come undone like this; hard, relentless, overwhelming. Her back arches, her legs tremble in his hands as wave after wave overtakes her, each one hitting just as forcefully as Roman keeps pounding her into the mattress, near ecstasy himself. 

“Shit, I’m comin’…Oh sh-” His massive body goes stock still as he throbs inside her, pulsing, pouring, fluids and tension draining out of him. Somehow, his grip on her remains unyielding as he holds her in place, making sure she takes every last drop of his cum.

Seconds later, without warning, the bed gives out beneath them with a loud crack, collapsing onto the floor.

For a moment, they lie there in stunned silence, panting and tangled in each other’s arms. Then Naima bursts into laughter, her body shaking with amusement.

“Oh my god, you broke the damn bed!” she wheezes, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

Roman looks down at her, still catching his breath, then at the splintered bed frame beneath them. A sheepish grin tugs at his lips. “My bad.”

Naima smacks his chest, shaking her head. “You’re paying for a new one, big guy.”

He chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Done. Long as I get to do this again.”

A wicked gleam flashes in her eyes as she smoothly and carefully flips them over, draping herself over him. “Oh, but we are doing this again,” she purrs, leaning down to slip her tongue into his mouth for a deep kiss before slithering down his body. Her soft lips and warm tongue leave a scorching trail over his skin, her intent clear.

Roman watches through hooded eyes, his breath hitching when her hand wraps around his shaft, stroking him slow and deliberate. “Again?” he rasps, though there’s no real question in his tone, just anticipation.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, kitten-licking the tip before taking him in, her voice sinful. “Missed you, big daddy.”

Roman’s head drops back against the ruined bed frame, his fists clenching in her hair as his eyes roll back.

“Missed you too, mamas…”

THE END...for now.

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[jelloapocalypse]

Loved the new video!! Very fun watch and so well edited from the criteria section to the ending list itself. I was waiting to see the show at number 1 all video, and I started worrying it may have had some egregious text/credit placement issues I forgot about, and then there it was right at the top lol! I'm always happy to see that show get the praise it deserves, and that entire sequence was so well edited it made it feel even better.

Anyway Im sure an entire new video ranking anime outros would be an insane undertaking, but did it ever come into consideration? I'd be curious to hear if you had any thoughts on how the criteria would differ from the intros, since it doesn't need to entice someone into trying a show they already watched. (This mostly came to mind because of chainsaw man's unique episode outros, but thats a pretty special case)

I'm really happy so many people are having this exact reaction to the #1 pick.

Amy and I decided pretty early in the project that we'd never do this for Anime EDs. I couldn't tell you why, but I just don't care about them nearly as much as openings. I devour OP guessing games but EDs? I sleep. v_v

I think there was something gorgeous about growing up in that golden era of Cartoon Network from like 1999-2005 that really made me love intros. I've always adored them. I love the way they act as bite-sized catchy advertisements to let you know something you like is coming on. I wish we lived in a world where western animation fans were as obsessive about tv openings as anime fans are, it makes me so sad we don't have even 1% as many quizzes as anime fans do. (((ask me about western animated OPs pls pls pls pls pls)))

I tend to watch 98% of openings on any show I check out unless they're really bad. Inversely, I tend to skip EDs unless they're really good. If I'm loving a show and I want to get to the next episode that ED better fuckin' rock if it wants to keep me from hitting the "next" button ASAP. I think the last show I watched EDs for was Bocchi. Love those little dancing guys.

Also, we don't need to do a best anime ED video because everyone knows that #1 is this:

OPs have a variety of factors that determine their quality. Visuals, music, credit placement, theming, jennies, etc.

EDs have an entirely separate grading rubric, and that's the Redraw factor. Namely, "How much does this make a DeviantArt girly from 2009 want to redraw her blorbos in place of the characters in this OP?"

To wit, this is the 2nd best OP:

And as third place, let's say Link Click ED1. This song usually cuts in as a scary "UH OH. CLIFFHANGER! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?!" moment, and it fucks every single time. I have a lot of issues with S2, but the worst one is that this song isn't the ending anymore.

[oensible]

"In case you were wondering, Vinny is 6'7". Now you don't have to ask. 😏 Our 90 Second Check Up with Vinny Desharnais is here! @/KPSanJose x @/KPSantaClara" —San Jose Sharks/X (2025 Mar 26)

[Video description: 90 Second Check Up video with San Jose Sharks defenseman Vinny Desharnais presented by Kaiser Permanente. Vinny is being interviewed by Sharks digital/in-arena host Emily Harlan in the hallway of the Sharks' practice facility in front of a stick rack. Vinny is barefoot on the carpet. There are jumpcuts between each question and a few times during the responses to cut them shorter.

[Fullt tanscript below the cut.]

HARLAN: Do you prefer to be called Vincent or Vinny?

DESHARNAIS: Vinny.

HARLAN: Have you ever collected anything?

DESHARNAIS: I... when I was younger, I was collec—uh, collecting little pins. (He gestures to indicate a lapel pin.) You know, you—when you pin on your...

HARLAN: Oh, yeah.

DESHARNAIS: Yeah. I'd—I had a lot, but it's, uh, it's gone now.

HARLAN: What is a skill you've always wanted to learn?

DESHARNAIS: I... play the guitar! I just can't do it. (He holds up his hands, palms up with his fingers splayed out.) My fingers—I have long fingers, but it just... yeah, it just hurts too much, yeah.

HARLAN: Okay. What song would you want to learn first on the guitar?

DESHARNAIS: Like "Summer of '69"—(crosstalk) or someth—something like—

HARLAN: (crosstalk, excited) Oh, that's a good one!

DESHARNAIS: Something everyone can [sing]—or (to the tune of the song) "Sweet Home Alabama", (crosstalk) you know what I mean—one everybody can sing along when you're around a fire, like...

HARLAN: (crosstalk) Yeah, yeah, that's a good one!

HARLAN: Um, least favorite form of exercise.

DESHARNAIS: Running.

HARLAN: Can't do it? (Vinny responds by making a facial expression reminiscent of a puking cat.)

HARLAN: Uh, favorite healthy meal.

DESHARNAIS: (smiles, looking around as he thinks) It's a tough one. (Harlan laughs.) I love fast food. Uh... (jumpcut) Honestly, just a, like, Caesar salad is just—always hits the spot.

HARLAN: Yeah. (jumpcut) What was the last thing you ordered online?

DESHARNAIS: Some hangers.

HARLAN: What's one question you wished more people asked you?

DESHARNAIS: Can we go one question I wish people will stop asking?

HARLAN: (excited) Yeah!

DESHARNAIS: "How tall are you?"

HARLAN: If you could use only one app on your phone for the rest of your life, what would it be?

DESHARNAIS: Probably Messenger. I've been... that's how I talk to my family.

HARLAN: What's the most interesting place you've ever visited?

DESHARNAIS: (exhaling a laugh) Stockton.

HARLAN: Stockton?! (she laughs)

DESHARNAIS: Stockton. Very interesting.

HARLAN: (giggling) Okay.

DESHARNAIS: You didn't say nice place; you said interesting!

HARLAN: Yeah—(jumpcut) If you could have a lifetime's supply of something, what would it be?

DESHARNAIS: Cookies.

HARLAN: Yeah?

DESHARNAIS: (sighs reverentially) There's nothing that some chocolate chip cookies...

HARLAN: Okay! (jumpcut) Go-to karaoke song.

DESHARNAIS: Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but, uh, probably "Someone Like You" by Adele.

HARLAN: (gasps) Oh!

The video ends]

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Get to know your mutuals Game

Oooohh thank you for the tag @holy3cake

No pressure tagging @gwalch-mei @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to answer these 27 random questions, I'll put a blank version in the comments!

What's the origin of your blog title?

Originally, "OnCrimsonWings" is my Ao3 username, which was a poetic kinda reference to Dante from Devil May Cry because his demon form has red wings. When I made this blog I knew I wanted it to include a reference to Lancelot/The Weeping Monk, so I just added "Lanced" to the Ao3 name.

It works on so many levels- as I also like winged Whumpees as a trope in general, and the name to me brings an image of a winged creature or person pinned by something sharp through the wing. It also works more as a poetic angel metaphor for Lancelot, as he's referred to as a dark/avenging angel in the role he's been molded into by the Church in Cursed, a role which is ultimately his downfall, like a fallen angel with crimson, or bloodied wings...

OTP(s) + Their shipname;

Lancewain; Lancelot (The Weeping Monk) x Gawain (The Green Knight) from Cursed

Melvik; Mel x Viktor from Arcane (also Jayvik; Jayce x Viktor, and Meljayvik; Mel x Jayce x Viktor)

Zaundads/Vanco; Vander x Silco from Arcane

BuckyNat/WinterWidow; Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) x Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) Marvel

Gwaenyra (Gwayne x Rhaenyra; House of the Dragon)

Colonel Everett Young x Dr. Nicholas Rush; Stargate Universe - I actually never really saw a shipname for these guys or I've forgotten it if I did know one

There's a bunch of others but that will do for now lmao

Favourite colour?

Purple!

Favourite game/s?

The Witcher 3, Skyrim, currently enjoying Monster Hunter, though the thing I have most hours in might actually be Fall Guys...

What song is currently stuck in your head?

In Maidjan by Heilung, I'm excited to see them live again soon!

Weirdest habit/trait?

I sit like a goblin in any and all chairs. (Except for when I'm physically tattooing, or in a formal meeting. Otherwise? If there is a chair I will be perched on it like a bisexual ass Goblin 100% of the time).

Uhhh and I can bend the first knuckle (closest to the fingertips) on my fingers whilst keeping the second/middle knuckles perfectly straight/locked.

Hobbies:

Playing piano, making cosplays, making chainmail, listening to music, playing D&D, keeping snakes and also doing Archery, as of late!

If you work, what's your profession?

Tattooing- for the next two weeks anyway. I also volunteer at my local zoo and do commission pet portraits!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

Tattooing but at a studio with a working toilet, repaired roof and decent non falling apart floors, where I am NOT the sole member of the studio 😂

Otherwise, doing something arty like making things or running my small buisness full time. Or if all goes well with this insane Uni plan I have, then working with snakes in some way shape or form. Not sure how, yet but. I dunno, it might be cool.

Something you're good at:

I'm a really creative person and I come up with a lot of really cool ideas!

Something you're bad at:

Maths, I mean I just struggle with numbers in general. And telling my left from right 😂

Something you love: 

Daniel Sharman. I mean. Look at him man's stunning

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: 

Snakes! And I did that when I took the snakes in to Scouts and taught them about snakes with not much prep time at all 😂

Something you hate:

People trying to control other people or put their views on them. (Eg. Very religious people that try and force you to believe their religion. Or Antis that hate on a fictional trope or ship or theme and think no one is allowed to read or write it. That sort of thing)

Something you collect: 

Books! I have several hundered, at this point, and that's after having to bin about 300 due to severe damp in a previous house.

Something you forget: 

I dunno. I forgot

What's your love language?

Giving gifts, I think, but I also like touching/leaning on people who I love (only when my skin doesn't feel bruised, which is basically always, and honestly most of the time I'm touch averse lmao). I'm not really sure.

Favourite movie/show: 

Movie; Labyrinth, Lost Boys, Avatar I & Avatar II: the way of water, LOTR Trilogy

Show; Arcane, The Witcher and Cursed

Favourite food:

I really like homemade stew and mash, but I can't make it (thanks fatigue) so I haven't actually had it in years. I love roasties (roasted potatoes) with copious amounts of butter on.

Favourite animal:

Snakes! Specifically I love Dumeril's Boas, Madagascan Ground Boas- and have one of each myself- and I have a soft spot for Boelen's Pythons and European Adders!

What were you like as a child? 

Always daydreaming in my own little world, shy, but also I had anger issues at the age of 4... so a bit of a shitbag lmao.

Favourite subject at school?

Art or Science, though I also liked music!

Least favourite subject: 

Maths. I always used to get yelled at for refusing to do homework, and for drawing in my book and putting my headphones in to listen to music. (It was actually helping me focus, but the fact I had ADHD was completely missed so I just got yelled at for it. I still got a B in my GCSEs though so fuck em!)

What's your best character trait?

I'm incredibly organised (because if I wasn't my life would be an absolute shambles as my memory is shit), and I'm very good at problem solving! If character trait more means "personality" then it would probably be that I am a very caring person.

What's your worst character trait?

I can be very stubborn and headstrong paired with the fact I am a control freak and like things organised, then that tends to frustrate both the people around me and myself...

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I'd cure my disabilities. Just so I could continue tattooing and take on the studio- or just open my own elsewhere, or I'd go get a career out in the field with snakes and not have to worry about fatigue, collapse, pain or dietary issues wherever I went!

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Chester Bennington, 100%. I miss him. It's one of the biggest regrets of my life that I was meant to go and see him live on that final tour and I couldn't afford the tickets thanks to an unexpected bill. He was, and still is my hero.

[zsofiarosebud]

Okay folks, want to explore Galizan music? Then

Start here.

Nowadays there's galizan music in every fashion and style! Thank tradition and community spaces for the good health of our musical industry, ever growing! Here you have some examples:

Mondra

Electronic folk

Lately, a lot of galizan artists inspired their works on Galizan traditional music. They're usually put under the tag 'tradi'. They're mostly queer friendly or openly queer artists who knows how to dance, sing and play traditional instruments. But this guy? What this guy does is sickk!! Unique style and a great live performance!

Check out also this recent single... are you thirsty now?

Caamaño & Ameixeiras

Folk

More stuff on the folkie side. Give this two a violin and an accordion and wait for the magic to happen!

De Ninghures

Folk

This is my most recent discovery on the galizian folk scene. They originated in a foliada, that is, a kind of traditional party and jam session in which everybody bring their instruments and voices and improvise.

These three bands, Mondra, Caamaño & Ameixeiras and De Ninghures, are my absolute top three of nowadays galizian folk music. Enjoy!

Tanxugueiras

Folk pop

Everybody knows the Tanxugueiras here, even little kids sing their songs in school. They were a musical phenomenon, one of the bands that started the most recent folk fever a few years ago. They almost got to Eurovision! But Spanish tv didn't want an indigenous nation to represent the whole state and opposed this. SHAME

I like their first album more than the second, but the second has MIDAS.

(Footnote here: the gorgeous man in the bathtub is Xisco Feijóo, he's a great dancer singer and tambourine player, check him too!)

Baiuca

Techno folk

This man plays with old recordings like dolls. I really like the vocals of Lilaina, frequent collaborators of his. BUT for me the fucking best song he made is not technically in galizan, but in asturian language, it's a collab with asturian artist Rodrigo Cuevas. Check this!

That was tradi. Now for some punk!

Grande Amore

Techno punk (sorta???)

This guy's lyrics are so FUCKING relatable when you're a late millenial living in Galiza. The ANGST, the DESPAIR. Always with an eye on partiying. And so fuckin funny! Check out this song and also his best known single as well: Esta pena que a veces teño. And also maybe his last album. Go in peace now!

Os Vacalouras

Punk with funny lyrics and strong local identity

I've already talk about them in Galizan. They were my best 2024 summer discovery!

Familia Caamagno

Punk

This people took a righ-wing pop hymn and made a cover, with a music video full of communist parafernalia. RESPECT!

Expect more parts to this post! There's still classical music, jazz, rap, pop... and that's only the beggining, because I also want to go back in time and discuss the Galizan Folk Renaissance and such. Stay tuned!!

[tazabel]

Epic

I know Nnobody cares, but it's been two long weeks and my life is not the same anymore, so I need to summarise what happened. I liked Greece and Greek culture since childhood, but my life went in different ways. Now this interest is comming back in unimaginable speed and force. 2004 - the movie Troy came out (I was fourteen then and I will never forgive Legolas getting Hector killed. Also Patroclus T_T) 2009 - I finally read the Illiad 2023, spring-ish - during some late late night unhealthy Facebook Shorts scrollings (it was a difficult time) I've first discovered Epic: The Musical songs and made a note to myslef to find out what they're from (I did not) 2023, summer - my sister played the songs on Spotify, making me finally aware how I can find them (I still did not) 2023, autumn - I remebered it on several occasions, but was too busy to inquire more 2024, two weeks ago - my friend discoverd Epic and told me of her discovery; I have not listened to any different song since 2024, now - I'm reding the Odyssey; it's been fifteen years since the Illiad, and while it would be hilarious to wait five more, I can't wait... I don't make the rules

[bookwyrm-art-stuff]

I analyze fandoms the same way I analyze the media they're built around and that should concern all of you

[canisalbus]

Have you seen black sails? I don't want to spoil it but I imagine the "they live" au being similar to a certain plot in that show. Bittersweet and you're not sure if it's really a *good* life but at least they're together.....

.

[mandareeboo]

I very much recommend watching Epic the Musical on Youtube.

I know a little about it! Mostly through animatics. I've heard all of "The Horse and the Infant" from ROTTMNT but all I really recall of it is the infant section I heard more recently in a LMK one. I've also seen "Get in the Water", male and female version, but I heard the female version first for an animatic of Hama that's now on Youtube (First link is tumblr, second is youtube).

Everything I've heard so far is a bang-up job! I just keep forgetting to actually check it out.

[jelloapocalypse]

Holy moly that was a good video!

Sorry for the long ask. I am very excited!

The List itself was so well done and cutting right before jubun wo got a good laugh out of me. So many emotions all at once and the way it was put together got me genuinely emotional enough to cry.

Number one was such a great pick too. A masterpiece. A gesamkunstwerk, even! Just like the list itself! I feel as though with this list, far more than most, I've really gotten a glimpse into your genuine sense of taste and not just a parroted repeating of what people think is popular. Even (especially) though I definitely disagreed with parts.

I have two questions, though:

1) At the very beginning, it mentions submissions for this project. Was there a submissions form somwhere that i just completly missed somehow? Or does "submissions" here just mean "the anime needed to have aired prior to this date"?

²) The whole time watching, i was wondering where any monogatari series opening would place because i was 100% confident at least one would on account of many of them being among Shaft's best works. But then seeing the final number one pick made me almost certain Renai Circulation and Mousou Express should have gotten the same treatment AND that you probably would have liked them had you been aware of them, so:

2) are you simply somehow unaware of the monogatari series, or was there something about those openings that just didnt have the jennies?

Obsessed with your numbering system here that has "square" between 1 and 2, lmao

1) "Submissions" in general just means we were done accepting new entries for consideration as of February, but we did ask literally everyone we knew for suggestions. I also did some informal asks on Patreon, Twitter, etc.

2) I would hope it's obvious we do know the Monogatari series considering it shows up in the video several times! I used clips from Hanamonogatari and Owarimonogatari. The latter was even the title card for the "Theming" overview.

This is the best Monogatari OP, by the way. I would not mind popping this one onto the 90s to replace one of the lower entrants. But almost nobody talks about this one!

Shaft is great at picking a weird, fun, artsy thing to put in almost every opening they do, but a lot of them are kind of a one-trick pony if you zoom out from that.

Staple Staple, for instance, has a strong color palette and the clicking staple trails is such a fun visual. And then you watch it and realize... Oh. This is like 90 seconds of the exact same idea with almost no iteration on it. It really is just CG staple trails over black and white footage. That's such a shame.

We didn't talk about this in depth, the biggest thing that eliminated OPs from consideration (other than credits) was the "Should this be 90 seconds long" factor. So, so many openings have enough ideas to make a great 30 second opening, but not a good 90 second one. Steins;Gate and Blue Exorcist are great examples of that. Nichijou too.

Meanwhile a lot of other famous Monogatari OPs like Renai Circulation are like... just a good song. Can you watch this muted and tell me it ticks any boxes besides "nice colors" and "this girl wants to fuck her brother"?

I'm comfy with our Shaft representatives on the list being Pretty Boy Detective Club, Maria + Holic, and Yet the Town Moves. I think all of those are holistically better than all the Monogataris, which we watched twice in desperate hope of putting one on there.

[schnaf]

22 days until hyeongjun's 22nd birthday

day 22 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - hyeongjun's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

bonus: 🤫

[late-night-vocaloid]

wait wait put your favorite vocal synth songs that you don't necessarily know if people would know in the tags (any level of popularity dw too much about it), the kind you can't stop replaying. what would you tell people to go listen to right now.

[setaflow]

So I saw (2our)dust last night and I had a thought

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

i was going to continue working on my 3 current wips, but akatsuki records dropped a new PV today and man does that song fit webcomic-era takoshi just. SO well.

so i had to draw this kjcnvklxc-

[duskgryphon-png]

can't work on it because i still have to clear out space but looking at old frames from my poison jam animatic again...