NEW CRADLE: Nico.
New Cradle is a made-up metropolis in Oregon where strange, alien chasms called suturelines pierce Earth's soil. These multidimensional thresholds have made the population rather diverse - whatever you imagine, it's probably there. Suturelines emit spores named blooms that imitate pheromones and cause increased or undesired arousal. Created in their home dimension to encourage reproduction of a perishing species gone rogue, they now affect humans in unpredictable ways with no known treatment or containment method.Nico's prior public relations team had him under their thumbs, ensuring he maintained his persona and learned behaviours until their contract ended a couple months ago. He had hired a new PR manager and his team since, but they weren't prepared for a devil in disguise such as Nico. Trouble incarnate once extortion was no longer on his table, he ensnared his new manager in salacious chaos.
His gaze pursued the other man intently as he paced around Nico's penthouse, recounting another lecture. The monologue drowned out like white noise as Nico zeroed in on the manager's back. A sweat-stained shirt clung to his skin, causing a familiar heat to pool in Nico's lower belly. He abandoned the fraction of care he had for his manager's sanity, standing behind him and placing hands on his hips. "Think I can focus on anything you're saying, gato?" he questioned, hand finding purchase beneath the manager's shirt, fingers brushing his belt.
"You love the thrill, too," Nico stated, "You're aching for me to break you, over and over, to make everyone see how filthy I can make you," he whispered, lips mouthing at the manager's neck, breathing laboured as taming his arousal became an actual challenge. "Stop chasing control—I'll never give it to you," Nico breathed out, "We both know you'll let me ruin us. Now, like the good boy you are, use your mouth for something else than dumb monologues."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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