#chubby black oc

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 59: Bits and Pieces

Scott brought Sam back to her house, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia rushing over him. He couldn't understand why and it confused him.

He shook his head as the girl exited his car, having him wait for her to get ready for school before returning to his car in fresh clothes and her things.

It didn't make any sense. He didn't know this girl and yet they seemed friendly in the picture. The picture was recently taken so why were they so distant with each other now?

He wanted to ask her so many questions. How close were they before they just magically forgot each other? They looked happy. All of them. But… he and Lydia looked like they were sitting next to someone.

It looks awkward in a way. Especially since the girl behind him put two bunny ears behind his head and apparently someone else's…

It was as if someone had been edited out of the picture. He was sure Photoshop wasn't that good. He'd have to ask Sydney later.

As Sam walked down the school's hallway, she arrived at her class, sitting next to a girl with blond hair that sat next to Lydia.

Sam was so confused. Remembering the picture, she recognized the blond haired girl. She couldn't imagine being friends with Lydia. Although, she seemed different without Jackson being around, but still. She was still Lydia.

The bell rang and their teacher, Ms. Fleming walked around, passing out their homework that they completed.

However, Sam doesn't remember doing it. "I'm impressed. With most of you.", Ms. Fleming started. "It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education. Everyone else, see me for extra help."

She looked down at the girl next to Sam, before giving her the graded paper. The girl saw that she got a D minus, and quickly grew angry. Sam looked over at her paper and saw that she had gotten a C which wasn't out of the ordinary.

Sam glanced over to the girl and noticed her fingernails growing longer and darker. She frowned and locked eyes with a nervous Lydia.

Lydia raised her hair. "Ms. Fleming, uhh…"

"I already told you, Lydia, I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings.", the teacher shut down.

Lydia nodded. "Well, okay then.", she said, rolling her eyes and looking at the girl next to her.

"Malia. Claws.", Lydia whispered to her. Sam's eyes widened a bit. Malia? Claws? What the hell was happening?? 

Lydia glanced at Sam before repeating herself and nodding over to Sam.

Malia's eyes spotted Sam before she released her grip on her desk. Malia glared at Sam,.making Sam look away.

Lydia sighed. "It's okay.", she whispered. Malia let out a grunt.

The rest of the time, Sam felt nervous. What the hell was going on? Lydia seemed to know. Did that mean Scott knew too? And then there was the whole thing with Mason and that other boy….

The stress was causing her to get tired. She wanted to go home. At least she didn't have to worry about stuff like that there.

Although…there were the weird candles and books she had on her desk.

For some reason, she hadn't gotten rid of those or asked her mom about it.

Not only that, she hadn't taken her necklace off and returned it. When did that happen?? 

Sam sighed and tiredly looked up to see someone across from her seat staring back at her.

The student had goggle like glasses and was peering at Sam intently. The girl looked around to see anyone else seeing what she was seeing and they all seemed to be more interested in Ms. Fleming's lesson than what the hell she was looking at.

She looked back over at the person and gave them a questioning look. The person opened their mouth and suddenly the loud sound of a train's horn blares through her ears.

Quickly, she covered her ears, trying her best to block out the loud noise before it completely stops, being replaced with the sound of the school bell.

Clambering students rise to move onto their next class as Sam catches her breath, looking down at her open notebook.

The paper was scritched with a small picture of a train and the numbers 1075 right next to it.

"What the fuck…", she whispered, brokenly to herself.

Closing the notebook, she quickly gathered her things and rushed out of the classroom to a nearby bathroom, the sudden feeling of nausea bubbling in her stomach.

Dropping her bag, she runs into a stall, almost missing the porcelain appliance as she emptied her stomach.

Small trails of tears escape her eyes as she coughs out every bit of bile and sits back against the stall walls, looking at the blackened contaminants in the toilet bowl.

What the hell was happening…? Who could she even go to about this?

A pulling feeling brought her thoughts to the faint familiarity of Scott. Wanting to rush to tell him what she saw. What she heard. What she was feeling, but she'd sound insane. She was sure of it.

The alpha felt the same, however. Were they… friends? Once?

He can't remember. He doesn't like that he can't remember. He doesn't like that he can't remember her. That, and the missing feeling of someone else.

Getting herself together, she flushes the toilet and walks over to the bathroom sink and runs cold water over face.

Once she looked back at her reflection, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she saw yellow irises staring back at her. Closing her eyes, she tried to regain control of her breathing. It wasn't real. It wasn't.

She wasn't seeing yellow eyes. It was the lighting of the bathroom. It wasn't her. Opening her eyes, she saw the russets that she was more familiar with. She let out a sigh. "Shit.", she muttered.

She turned to grab her bag and left the bathroom, only stopping as she saw Malia and Lydia who were talking to Scott.

She evaded them, walking outside to clear her head. She couldn't focus on school like this. She couldn't.

The moment she opened those doors, her heart dropped. It was night outside and she was on a street.

Why?

It was just daylight. She was still at school. She was sure of it. "What the hell is happening…?"

"Sam?", she heard. Her head whipped around quickly, seeing no one. The voice was… familiar. Why? Why was no one able to give her answers? Why was she going insane?

"Sam, it's me. Please!", she heard. Frustrated, she yells to the foggy air. "Who are you!?"

"You know me. You know me, but there's no time to explain.", she heard. Suddenly the sound of heavy clopping was headed toward her and in a distance, she could see a man riding on a horse.

"You can see him, right?", she heard the voice ask.

"Yeah.", she replied. Suddenly, her arm was being tugged on, going in the opposite direction as the horseman. "You need to go. Now!", the voice yelled.

The sound of the horseshoes thumped closer and closer, making Sam follow the tugging, willingly.

She was pulled around a corner but paused as another horseman headed toward her.

"Shit.", she and the voice said. As she turned around the previous horseman got closer with another heading towards her.

"You have to go. You're gonna forget me.", she heard, an instant feeling of dread entering her stomach.

She instantly teared up at the unusual nostalgia. "I can't. I can't do this again! I don't want to!"

"Remember the Wild Hunt! Don't forget! Do not forget!!", she heard as the horsemen got closer. 

"Sam, look out!", she heard, feeling herself being pulled back as a car sped past her, nearly hitting her.

She was in a parking lot. The school parking lot.

She escaped?

She looked at Malia who was panting heavily in panic. Malia growled at the car that continued driving, annoyed at the inconsideration.

Malia looked at Sam. "What were you doing?", she asked, worried. Sam couldn't do anything but frown. "Remembering. Trying to remember."

Malia brought Sam to Scott who was standing near a locker. "I think you two need to talk.", she said. Scott nodded and turned to Malia. "Go to class.", he said and she nodded, heading off.

Scott sighed and looked at Sam who was staring at the locker behind him. 1075? 1075.

Why did she write it down?

"Seems familiar right?", Scott spoke up. She nodded. "I… I don't know what's happening to me. Or about any of this.", she said, waving a finger between her and Scott.

"Are we friends? Were we? Because I can't remember you. I don't remember being friends with you or Lydia Martin or that girl.", she said, dropping an arm toward Malia's retreat. "I don't remember, but I heard this voice and it sounded so familiar. And it hurts.", she said with glossy eyes.

Scott sighed. "I believe we were. I don't think having a collective set of amnesia is a normal thing. I think something's happened.", he said.

His jaw clenched. "I know who to go to for this."

The alpha took the girl to Deaton's, much to the girl's confusion once they arrived. As she got out of his car, she looked at the animal shelter, a weird vision flashing in her eyes for a second.

"C'mon.", she heard Scott say, walking up to the shelter doors.

The man turned to the two as they entered the back room of the shelter. "Scott. Visitor. I don't remember you dropping off.", he said.

"We're forgetting a lot it seems.", Scott said and pulled out a blue shard from his jacket pocket. Once the shard was in Sam's sight, another vision flashed in her eyes for a quick second. She was in a car. Why?

Deaton held the glass with tongs, examining the shard and glanced at Scott and Sam.

Scott frowned, "I think there's something going on with us. With our memories.", he explained. "I found a picture of us, Lydia and Malia but I don't remember being friends with her.", Scott points at Sam. "Vise versa.", Sam added hoarsely.

"I keep feeling like there's something missing. Like this," He pointed to the glass. "I took that from a windshield at the Sheriff's Impound Lot but I can't remember why I was there."

"I remember being in a car and seeing that same shard.", Sam spoke up, shocking Scott. "See?"

The vet hummed. "The subconscious can be a conduit for our memories.", Deaton said. "Dreams and waking dreams can be powerful tools to help us remember."

"But what are we missing? What can't we remember? Why? Why's the wild hunt so important?", Sam asked.

Deaton's head tilted in confusion as well as Scott's. "What made you bring up the Wild Hunt?"

Sam frowned as she swallowed. "When Malia saved me from getting hit, I had a vision, I guess. I was walking around on a street and I heard a voice. It sounds familiar. We were running from these horsemen and the voice told me to remember the Wild Hunt."

Deaton nodded. "The Wild Hunt are drawn to war and mayhem, though. However, I've never heard of it affecting anyone's memory."

He looked at the two. "It's almost as if the two of you have a form of Phantom limb syndrome. It's very common in war." He sighed. "Amputees can have the sensation of an itch they can't scratch or a pain that couldn't possibly be there. The missing limb is so important, the brain acts like the limb's still there."

Sam frowned. "Someone told me that.", she said. "Missing someone in a pack can do that to you.", she recited. "But we're not in a pack. This isn't some blood connection.", Sam said.

Why would she remember that? A pack? Why a pack?

Scott looks at Deaton with wide eyes before looking at Sam. "You were in my pack.", Scott said, suddenly. Sam looks at him as if he'd grown another head.

"The amnesia couldn't have made you completely senile.", she muttered. Scott gave a smile. "No, that's why we were in that picture. You were in my pack. We're friends!", he said, excited.

Sam was still confused. Pack? Why couldn't he say group? Group of friends?

Scott noticed her continued confusion and looked at Deaton before glancing at Sam. "What you're about to see… might freak you out.", he said, lightly.

"I can't be any more freaked out than what I went through today.", she said.

Scott nodded and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Once he opened his eyes, red irises met her russet ones.

Sam frowned deeply, taking a step back as she looked at Scott in shock. A rumbled growl escaped his chest, erupting into a loud roar, making the girl choke up.

As the roar quieted, Scott looked at Sam, noticing her eyes had turned yellow. Sam trembled, groaning at the sudden headache and familiar ache in her jaw.

She looked down at her shaking hands, catching the darkened claws that were once her short nails.

"I'm… I…", she looked at Scott, a rush of nostalgia running through her mind as she remembered. She remembered him.

He was the alpha. "You're back. Kinda.", Scott said, giving her a toothy smile. Sam nodded. 

"That doesn't explain why I can't remember everything else. Everything's in pieces.", Sam said.

"How the hell do we figure out what our subconscious is saying?", she asked Deaton. "Well, the easiest way to do that would be to simply go to sleep.", Deaton said.

Sam's eyes dimmed to their natural color, as well as the rest of her. "Well that's helpful."

Scott shook his head, his face returning back to normal. "It's worth a shot."

Sam sighed and nodded. "Fine."

The night came and Scott stayed over at Sam's house. The boy walked around the room, looking around with a soft smile. "I remember your room.", he told her.

Sam smiled softly, making his grow. "You finally smiled. God, I missed that. Never thought I would until now.", Scott chuckled.

Sam scoffed, sitting on her bed as he sat on the floor next to her legs. "So we just wait?", she asked.

Scott shrugged. "Pretty much until we get tired.", he said. Sam sighed and laid on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I remember being so sick. I don't know why. I was throwing up black stuff."

Scott turned to her, intrigued. They talked about what they could remember, though none of it filled the missing holes of their memories.

Eventually, the two fell asleep. Moments later, Sam felt someone shaking her awake. She awoke, laying in the grass of a dark forest. She felt nostalgic at the scenery.

She's never once awoken in a forest? Not that she would remember anyways.

Scott kneeled over her. "Good, you're here too.", she said.

She stood, looking around. The forest did look familiar. "This was where I got bit the first time.", Scott said.

"We were looking for a body.", Sam said, suddenly shocking Scott. "Why were we looking for a body?", he asked.

She sighed harshly. Bits and pieces again. This was going nowhere.

"I remember hearing a noise and I went to go check and I ended up getting bit. Bit by…bit by…", the McCall boy was stuck, unable to complete the memory.

He shook his head. "We gotta get Lydia.", he said, picking the girl up and running out of the woods, setting her down once they got close to Sam's house.

Scott called for Lydia to meet at the Beacon Preserve before he drove him and Sam to his house to retrieve the picture they took.

The two arrived at the preserve and waited until they heard Lydia's car crunch against the road and stopped, turning off as Malia and Lydia got out.

Scott explained what the two went through, shocking the two girls. "I think there's a reason why this has happened."

He led the girls through the preserve. "We've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for First Line. I remember because it was all that I could think about."

Malia spoke up. "What were the two of you doing?

"We were looking for a dead body.", Sam explained.

"That's morbid.", Lydia said, disgust on her face.

Scott looked around. "That still brings me to my next question. What were we doing out here all alone?"

"I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you back then.", Lydia said.

"I was still a coyote so I might've tried to eat it.", Malia grimaced.

"Deaton said that our subconscious is trying to tell us something. But we need you guys to help us figure out what it's saying.", Sam said.

"Maybe you two were just curious teenagers. You heard there was a body.", Lydia said.

Scott shook his head. "Yeah, but how? I never watched the news. And we didn't have a police scanner."

"We were studying at the time too." Sam added.

"Your mom works at the hospital. Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?"

"My mom wasn't even home that night.", Scott said.

He stopped, turning to face the girls. "I live five miles away from here. How did Sam and I get here?"

"You drove.", Malia said.

"I didn't have a car.", Scott countered.

"You ran."

"Couldn't have. I had asthma.", Scott said. "And I wouldn't have let him go by himself, despite how crazy the idea was.", Sam said.

"We were hiding.", Sam said. "But the sheriff caught me.", she frowned. Why did she hear the sheriff talking to someone, though?

"How'd he know we were there?", Scott asked. "Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing.", Malia suggested.

Sam shook her head. "No, Scott was far from me. Didn't see him til the next morning."

"Why would the Sheriff even think that we would be out here?", Scott asked.

Lydia looked at Scott. "Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural."

Scott glanced at her. "Lydia, wasn't supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten.", he said.

"I wasn't a werewolf yet. And I wasn't out here with just Sam. I know this sounds crazy. But I think we had a best friend. And I think he was out here with us that night.", he said, making Sam's eyes widen.

Malia shook her head. "It doesn't sound crazy." The three looked at her. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."

"I came to school this morning and was sure I was supposed to meet someone because I had this.", Lydia pulled out a card, showing them the writing on it. It didn't have a name but it said, 'to Lydia Martin. -S' "I had this for a while now and this morning, I just…", she swallowed. "I couldn't let it go."

Sam frowned, looking at Malia. "Before you saved me, I heard this familiar voice saying, "You know me". It knew me. It knew who I was and was worried. Told me I'd forget him."

The three looked at her with wide eyes.

Her eyes glossed over. "In a way, I felt relieved to hear the voice. And I don't know why. And this entire time I knew something was up."

She looked at Scott. "That locker? I wrote those numbers after I had this weird thing happen to me in class. Someone's trying to say something but I don't know who it is.", she said, her voice cracking.

"What if we're all missing the same person?", Scott asked the girls, taking out the picture from his jacket. "I think that he was in this picture."

"He was right there.", Sam pointed at the empty space between Scott and Lydia in the picture. "He was sitting right there."

[hazzelle-kento]

‘You make me whole, Brat.’

Soft!Sukuna is making me feel all types of ways ☺️💖

[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. “Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

🏷️ tags :) @harmshake @jeyusos-girl @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede

~ your hippie author

[keenzinemugstudent]

OP Y/n: So your husband is a doctor too?

JoJo Y/n: Yes! He's a Marine Biologist and your husband?

OP Y/n: He's a doctor he is called the "Surgeon of Death" by everyone we run into.

JoJo Y/n: Oh wow that's cool! Wait does he also wear a bizarre hat?

OP Y/n: Yes! Omg but he looks so handsome! And his hat is so fluffy I love wearing it

JoJo Y/n: Exactly! Jotaro's hat just is so fluffy to wear! We should have get togethers more often!

OP Y/n: Absolutely!

Mainwhile....

Law:.....

Jotaro:......

Law: So...Is your wife also?

Jotaro: A crazy love sick fangirl that drive me up the wall yes

Law: And also forces you too eat and sleep?

Jotaro: Yes

Law: Damn....our wives are a pain in the ass

Jotaro: They bad as fuck though

Law: God yes, and honestly when she orders me around not gonna lie it's kind of hot.

Jotaro: Yare Yare Daze, we really know how to pick them huh?

Law: Wanna get a beer or a coffee while we're here?

Jotaro: Sure

It's just funny Law and Jotaro are both doctors and wears hat's have the same voice actor like I love these two😭I had to write it

[bowsnstrings]

🎀Love At First Sight🎀

Warning! Contains: Drinking, Alcohol, Swearing, and Original Character

Overnight fame was one hell of a thing. One year ago, Ony was selling his beats to low budget rappers, charging forty an hour for a session, and working a second job just so he could make rent for his studio. Hustling between construction and music to make his dream happen, and he just had to make it happen. He’d been in love with music since his mom got him a toy microphone as a toddler, walking around in diapers rhyming in the kitchen for her any chance he got.

It wasn’t until last year, that his song he released blew up quite literally over a single night, and he gained over 700 thousand monthly listeners. From there things only got better with the addition of money, chains, diamonds, private planes, bigger houses, and more music. Now he’s got millions of people who follow him and stream his songs all over the world, tons of people hounding him to collab, and girls trying to get at him wherever he goes.

He brought his friends up with him. Both Connie, an up and coming music agent, and Eren, a fellow rapper became famous with him. Eren’s music is being streamed all over for his ability to rap in English and Japanese with swag, and Connie now has a rolodex of clients with Ony and Eren at the top of that list.

Now suddenly, he’s sitting in his own after party after winning his first music award, the cold trophy sitting heavy in his hand as he watches everyone party around him. He felt like he was staring off into space again, the shock from winning still lingering on his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Nothing else could pique his attention when he was like this, especially since Ony usually sits by himself at these types of parties. His low taper fade with waves was fresh for the night, and his suit felt too tight before he got rid of the tie and unbuttoned it a bit at the top. He doesn’t even show off the gold grillz that sits on his teeth; instead, he keeps his mouth shut and limits his reactions to nods and shrugs.

Things like this bored him, industry parties where he had to play nice, acting like he even liked half the people in the room. However, if he wanted to sell his beats and keep making music, he had to act at least a little interested. This is what Connie, who’s now his manager, reminded him of as he spoke to him, telling Ony to, “Fix your fucking face, you’re scaring everyone away.” Then, he went to mingle with some artist's agent to get them on a song. Connie always knew Ony would blow up, always booking him in small night clubs and now arranging him for the big league gigs.

Ony only smacked his lips in response, wondering just who Connie was talking to before turning to look at Eren as he flirted with some girl at the party. That nigga was dead wrong, especially since Ony saw another chick leaving his apartment this morning. That didn’t stop him from trying to take this next girl to his place for the night, Eren always had to play up into his Playboy persona.

Ony shook his head as he turned to check out the bar, he might as well get drunk, everybody else at this party is. He stood up, adjusting his clothes as he made his way over, some people turning and interrupting his path to congratulate him, and girls asking when he’s free to produce one on one with them. Ony mostly ignored everyone though, tuning them out by trying to think of new song lyrics, his trophy still in hand as he looked for a place he could safely put it.

The blue strobe lights were distracting, making his head pound slightly as he made it to the bar. He leaned over, asking for a double shot of Don Julio 1942 as both Connie and Eren made their way to him. Eren pat him on the shoulder, smiling as he saw Ony finally get a drink, he’d been in his head this entire time, not saying much since he won. “Finally gonna party man? All of this is for you anyways.”

“Yeah man,” Connie chimed in, leaning back against the countertop, “Gotta stop moping around, you won. This is only the beginning.” They were right, but for some reason it just didn’t feel real yet, like he didn’t actually win anything. He felt a bit hollow inside, trying to fill it with alcohol at the moment. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he took the glass the bartender set in front of him and downed it quickly.

As he picked up his head to finally acknowledge his friends, someone caught his eye from the corner of the room, turning instead to look and see. Across the way sat a girl, all alone on one of the couches, looking around and tapping her nails against her thighs nervously. Ony perked up suddenly, lifting his head higher to see her better, staring over Connie’s head as he and Eren turned to see just what Ony was looking at.

They both looked confused when Ony was caught staring dead at a girl. That was really unlike him, he usually made a considerable amount of effort to dodge girls who were interested in him, not wanting someone who likes him because of the sudden status he found himself in, but clearly something about her was a bit different.

“Aye Con, who’s shawty over there?” Ony finally asked, dropping his attention back down to his friend.

“Oh, her? Her name’s Princess, she's one of Sasha’s artists.” He shrugged casually, he and Eren were trying but failing to contain their smirks as Ony silently mulled over everything. Princess, cute lil name, felt light on his tongue as he said it.

“Why? You feeling her or something?” Eren leaned in close to Ony, jabbing him in the ribs suggestively.

“Can’t be interested in a girl now?” Ony said, never taking his eyes off the way she slung her hair over her shoulder as she looked up and spoke to someone passing by, even from far away he could tell she was a shy lil’ thing. He smiled a little as he leaned back over the bar to ask for a entire bottle of Dom Perignon.

“What you need a bottle for?” Eren chuckled lightly, Connie masking his laughter with a cough as Ony gave them both death glares.

“I’m just gonna talk to her right quick.” He put simply, holding the ice cold bottle in one hand, and his award in the other, leaving his friends to make his way over to Princess.

She was busy in her own world, looking at herself in a small compact mirror, touching up her lip gloss. Princess looked stunning, wearing a white floor-length satin gown that she must’ve had on during the award ceremony. Beaded and shining under the lights, the white looked heavenly on her, and as he got closer he saw her nails matched the same white as well.

But as he trailed down… as he trailed down all he could think about was how gorgeous she looked. Dressed or not. Her breasts accentuated and pushed up in the gown, though on the smaller side looked so tempting. Her waist cinched in before rounding out around her stomach and hips. Her hands trying to cover up her midsection as the satin stretched around her thicker than average ass that he could see while she was sitting. Damn, anyone from across the room could see her ass.

Ony swiftly slid into the seat next to her, watching as she looked up at him, turning to see him sit. Their eyes locked momentarily, before she quickly turned away back to her mirror. He licked over his lips with a smile, leaning over to drop the bottle on the edge of the table with a thud. It caused her eyes to flicker over again, but stay longer this time, fully turning her attention to him.

He watched as Princess looked him over, taking in his suit, then trailing up his chest to where his heavy chain sat. Her eyes raised to his face last, raking over his goatee and confident smirk, to Ony’s dark brown eyes and the small scar in his left brow.

“Hey,” He nodded towards her, snapping her out of her gaze. She blushed and tried looking at the sea of people for a moment as he continued. “Want to have a drink with me?”

She scrunched her nose at his request, and he had to hold back the laugh that filled his belly. He couldn’t help it, she just looked so unexpectedly cute, and it made him wonder what other reactions he could pull from her. “A drink?” She asked, looking at the bottle of expensive champagne.

Their eyes met for a second time, Princess blinking wide eyed and shy while telling him, “I don’t drink.”

“You don’t?” Shocked at how sincerely she said it, like she couldn’t help but tell the truth. That threw him off a bit, he had to drop his well rehearsed flirting since his first tactic wasn’t an option anymore.

“No, I’m sorry.” She mumbled out, closing her compact and sliding it back into her clutch. “Congrats on your win though.” She was obviously about to get up and leave, meaning Ony had to act fast to get her to stay.

“You a fan of my music?” He slid a bit closer, nothing drastic, but enough that would catch her attention, genuinely wondering if she even knew that this party was for him, or if it was just another industry thing to come and be social at random penthouses.

“I’ve heard one song, New Money, but that’s it. Sasha and Mikasa invited me.” Ony didn’t know Sasha, but he knew Mikasa well enough, he stored that bit of information away for later.

“That’s cool, I don’t think I’ve heard your music either, did you do anything I know?” He shifted closer again, ducking his head down to hear her clearly when she spoke, making her face heat up.

“Uhm, I used to sing gospel only, and I just made the switch to R&B. I’m just breaking in the door, you know?” She said, twirling her hands nervously.

“That still ain’t a song name Ma, I like gospel.” The pet name rolled off his tongue so casually she almost didn’t hear it.

“Oh,” That was surprising. From the music she heard it didn’t seem like Ony was the gospel type. “It’s my time, Up and Rise, He is Righteous.” She listed off a few, one particularly catching his attention.

“Hey, I know Up and Rise. I didn’t know you sung that though.” He took the bottle from the table, dropping his award down on the sofa next to her as he began unscrewing the cap. Nodding his head as he remembered how it went.

“Yeah, that was me.” Princess felt a small burst of pride at the fact that her song was liked by someone in music outside of the genre, not many people knew her music other than the gospel community.

“I love that song, the melody is fye.” He mumbled as he gripped the cork with the side of his teeth, pulling for a quick second before watching it pop and the champagne fizzle out the bottle onto his hand for an unexpected drizzle. He didn’t comment on the way it dripped onto the floor, just turned to her again and asked, “Where you from?” Effortlessly bringing her back in, sounding softer than he would normally, she could hear the way he was actively trying to be nice.

“Oh, Marietta, Cobb county.” She said, watching him take a swig of his drink straight from the neck of the bottle. Though his actions and voice were a little rough, it was undeniable how hot he looked. She noted that he looked especially hot as he drank.

“So you’re the Princess of Cobb county, huh?” She finally saw a flash of something shiny in his mouth when he smiled at her, full and playful. Both rows of his teeth covered in diamonds from his grill, shining as the light hit it, making him look beautiful.

“I wouldn’t say all that.” Princess shyly mumbled, turning away to try and see where Sasha and Mikasa were. She hoped they weren’t coming back so soon, she wanted a bit more time to talk.

“Shit, I would.” The tension was becoming thicker and thicker, making Princess shift uncomfortably on the sofa, looking forward for a moment to cool herself down.

“Where are you from?” She politely asked back, looking at him again to convey her interest.

“Adamsville.” His tone sour as he said it, taking a swig from the champagne to mask what he was feeling. Usually, when people hear where he was born and raised, they start to treat him differently. Like he was some scrapyard dog, feral and rabid, a thug.

“Really? I have some cousins who live out there.” She smiled, unforced and natural. “I used to have fun in the housing units with them.” The way Ony’s head popped up in curiosity didn’t go ignored by her, and she watched as he perked up in a happier mood.

“Yeah? You ever lived there before?”

“No, the most my grandparents would let me do was spend a night. By the time we were twelve they moved out, but I had fun memories there.” Princess reminisced, as she spotted Mikasa drunkenly trailing behind Sasha who was storming her way up to her. “It was nice meeting you, but my friends want to leave.”

“Wait, how can I get in touch with you?” He stood up with her as she smoothed down her dress, inwardly swearing when he saw how she looked standing. She was fucking beautiful.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Princess rushed out, starting to walk away before stopping to say, “Maybe we can talk about it if we see each other again.” A hopeful tone, and shimmer in her eyes.

“Come on girl, I love your voice. I want you on a song with me.” Just as she opened her mouth to answer, Princess was forced to look away when someone who Ony assumed to be Sasha grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.

“Princess, we got to go. It’s so late and your photoshoot is at 10 am.” Before Ony could get another word in, she was dragged off, her head whipping to glance back at him as she left. He sighed heavily, feeling like he lost his chance for a moment. Eren and Connie approaching him as he stood, bottle in hand, trying to think of a solution.

“Damn, you get her number or what?” Eren asked, checking out Princess as she walked away until he saw the glare Ony was giving him.

“Nah, but that’s alright. I got an idea.”

Hope you guys enjoyed my little fic and OC! It means a lot to me that people liked my headcannons so I thought I’d try writing a little something! - Bow 🎀✨💐

[raya-hunter01]

WIP Wednesday-Bad Habit

Thank you @theninthwonder and @empressdedefor the tag. This is a one-shot I started but never finished.

“Roman!” I screamed, as his eyes twinkled with mischief, his smirk making me want to reach out and slap his ass, but he felt so fuckin’ good inside me.

“Yea, I’m here baby, daddy’s here,” he moaned as I clawed at his back whimpering beneath him as gripped my hips, bending my legs towards my head as he plunged deeper inside me.

“Baby!” I gasped at the new position as he growled against my lips.

“Uh, huh I got yo’ ass now,” his body trembling against mine as our lips found each other once again. "Let Daddy take care of you."

“Fuck! Ouuu wait,” I whimpered against his lips, gently pushing my hands against his stomach. His trust became more powerful as he swam deeply in my welcoming ocean.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ wait, move dem hands and take all this dick. Daddy, missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too!” I exclaimed unashamed as he reclaimed me. “Have you been givin’ him my pussy?” he questioned as I whimpered against him.

 “Nah, answer me, has he had my pussy?" Roman groaned snapping his hips, thrusting deeper inside me.  “Yes!” I whimpered, refusing to look at him.

 “Look at me Savannah,” he growled grasping my chin as our eyes met.

 “Tell Daddy you're sorry for givin’ away his pussy,” he groaned, grasping my hands, pinning them to the bed.

“I’m sorry Daddy, oh!” I cried, truly at his mercy.  “Good girl, Daddy forgives you,” he murmured against my lips. His strokes long, hard, and deep as I tightened around him.

  “Fuck! Yea, grip dat dick and don’t let go,” he groaned his thrusts becoming more wild as he released my hands.

On instinct, I entangled my fingers in his beautiful mane pulling him closer.

“Baby, I can’t let you go. I know what we said, but I can’t,” he growled grasping my throat, claiming my lips in a possessive kiss.

 “Me either, but I don't want to hurt him. We have to stop this," I moaned feeling overwhelmed, as we gave in to our desires.

“I don’t care about Carmelo; I care about us,” he panted as I clawed at his back, whimpering in pleasure.

"It's not right," I whimpered as he claimed my lips once again, silencing me.

 “You were mine first...You still mine." he declared hitting my G-spot over and over, as I silently prayed my legs wouldn't cramp up as my feet touched my head.

Each stroke was more powerful than the last as a low primal growl escaped Roman's lips. "I'm cummin!" I cried as he groaned in praise.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he moaned, claiming my lips one last time as we fell over the cliff of ecstasy together.

And just like that, I had fallen back into my bad habit…..

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[strwbwrrybunny]

Can you please write a Armin x reader smut where we’re at camp and we go skinny dipping

𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩…𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!

★

when your friend bianca suggested you two apply for summer camp this summer for college credits you had scrunched your nose up at her.she claimed it would look good on applications when you guys began applying to schools and could even help to secure a job after the summer. you sighed when you realized she actually had a point, you two had just graduated highschool and being the professional procrastinators you were you two still hadn’t applied to a single school.

being surrounded by bugs that lurked around every corner and snotty nosed kids didn’t really fit your summer agenda, but bianca was right.it would look excellent on your resume.so a week before school let out for the children you hopped in your pink jeep with your bestfriend and made your way to the camp.

you had to admit,the place was beautiful.small wooden brown cabins dotted the landscape,each with two windows on the left side and a dark wooden door with a ‘welcome campers’ sign hung onto the door with a bright yellow smiley face.the lake view was almost like something out of a painting the water was an iridescent blue and in the reflection of the water lay wisps of clouds and towering tress.

the first three days consisted of you getting to know the other counselors better, there was eren who you called man-bun because his messy hair was always pulled in a bun.he was funny and had the prettiest emerald eyes you’d ever seen but you didn’t see much of him because he was always in his cabin sleeping.then there was ony, definition of tall dark and handsome.you were pretty sure he’d been flirting with you since you got here but bianca had made it crystal clear she wanted him and you were not gonna break girl code for some summer fling.

then there was armin,his blonde hair always seemed to be in his face as if he was trying to hide.he always seemed to wear some type of sleeveless shirt and you would be lying if you said you didn’t gawk at his figure each time.

every part of him was toned and covered in tattoos and you found it kind of ironic how his appearance screamed extrovert,yet he was the total opposite.he was soft spoken,gentle,kind and often kept his head down.you had complimented his tattoos and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush red as he mustered a’thanks’.

it was a day before the kids arrived at the camp and the five of you were huddled around the campfire,light flickering upon your faces as each of you took turns telling scary stories.right now it was eren’s turn and although his story was the farthest thing from scary bianca took that as an excuse to cuddle into ony’s arms,you bit your cheek to stop from smiling as bianca locked eyes with you and winked.

you sat beside armin who had his hair pulled back in a black bandana,this had been the first time you’d seen him without his hair in his face and he was fucking sexy.jaw clenched and tense,doe eyes,an array of freckles littered across his face,plump pink lips that you so desperately wanted to run your thumb across. there had definitely been some tension between the two of you as the days passed.you guys had all been swimming in the lake the other day and you hadn’t noticed your bra had completely untied itself and armin had been quick to help you,hands gently finding the straps and tying it.

then there was the time when you guys had had a movie night in the boys cabin and you fell asleep on armin’s chest in his bed,you hadn’t meant to fall asleep but star-wars was so fucking boring.

armin couldn’t stop himself as his dick hardened underneath you,your leg thrown over his as you slept soundly.he just hoped you didn’t wake up as he slid out from underneath you,his dick was practically twitching as he lay there with you and he had to let his frustrations out.he’d lazily made some excuse about going to the bathroom and no one batted an eye,it was dark only the tv emitting light into the room.bianca was making out with ony on the top bunk and eren was obnoxiously chewing popcorn on the beanbag he’d pulled in front of the television.

“f-fuck y/n.” armin whimpered out as he stroked his dick,the thought of you wrapping around his dick making his head lull back.soft cries left his mouth and he had to steady his hand on the bathroom stall as his legs shook,precum dripping down his dick with each stroke.his mind flickered to thoughts of you,your smile,the way you always smelled like cocoa butter,the way you always stood up for him when eren and ony joked on him.

“a-ah.” armin rocked his hips into his hands,a few more pumps and his warm cum filled his hand.a small whine flowing from his lips as he stroked the rest of the cum from his dick.

“we should ditch,right?”

your voice broke armin from his thoughts, his hands fiddling around with the rings that barely fit his large fingers.he looked at you with a puzzled look and before he could say anything you were pulling him from his chair, a couple of ooooo’s coming from the group.you smiled and flipped them off, hands still interlocked with armin’s you walked off to a nearby trail that had a view of the water.

it looked magnificent this time of night, stars mirrored in the still water, moonlight bouncing off and emitting light throughout the night air.you began making your way down the trail to the dock,hand still holding armin’s as he willingly followed.

“w-where are we going? we aren’t supposed to get in the water after ten.” armin stuttered and you giggled looking over your shoulder at him.

“do you always follow the rules? c’mon don’t be boring.” you said softly as you two finally made it to the wooden dock.armin nervously bit his lip, here you were just holding his hand and he was hard as a rock, he felt like a teenage boy hitting puberty all over again.

“no of course not.” he lied through his teeth not wanting to seem like a loser.

you giggled,tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and he wanted to desperately kiss you. you looked so pretty to him and if he wasn’t such a coward he’d pull you into him.

“you know i saw you that night right?”

armin froze,no…you couldn’t have you were asleep.

he gulped and scratched his frizzy blonde hair sheepishly.

“w-what i really don’t know-“

you cut him off immediately,”don’t be coy armin.i heard you in the bathroom whimpering my name.” you’d woken up a couple minutes after armin had left,rubbing your eyes groggily as you looked for the man.eren had stated he’d went to the bathroom and you decided to go see if he was okay,but to your surprise when you reached the door you could hear armin calling out your name in pleasure.

“well that’s embarrassing…i’m mortified.i promise i’m not a creep okay?” armin said quickly as he panicked.he was ataken back when you pressed your soft lips against his,a small moan emitting from his throat as he wrapped his hands around you.

you pulled back from his lips,a string of saliva followed and you swiped your thumb across his lips.you swore you could see his pupils dilate as you did that.

“have you ever had your dick sucked?” you questioned softly and armin shifted in embarrassment, he’d never so much as seen a pair of boobs besides in magazines nevertheless had his dick sucked.you took his non answer as a no and you slowly got your knees,hands fumbling with the belt on his jeans.his heart was racing in his chest, was this really happening? was a pretty girl really about to give him head? was this a set up?

he heard your fingers unlatch the belt and your hands pull down his pants,fingers playing with the hem of his gray calvin klein boxers.you bit your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes,his bright blue eyes meeting yours.

“what happens at summer camp stays at summer camp, okay armin?”

he nodded anxiously.

“i’m gonna make you feel good,okay?”

“o-okay.” he whispered so low you almost hadn’t heard it.you pulled his boxers down and grabbed his throbbing dick,his tip was leaking precum and you couldn’t help but swipe it up with your tongue.a cry emitted from armin’s lips as a shiver ran up his back, hands digging into your hair.

you relaxed your jaw and began bobbing your head on his dick,hands placed on each of his thighs as you took his full length down your throat.armin’s dick was bigger then you imagined,a whooping seven and a half inches with a thick girth.

“o-oh y/n!” armin gasped as your mouth moved over him so deliciously,the wet sounds of you slurping on his dick filled the night air.armin had never felt anything like this in his entire life and he was in bliss,your mouth was tight and warm around his swollen cock and his head fell back as he felt himself hit the back of your throat.

you moaned on his dick,pulling him out of your mouth and stroking him with both your hands while your lips wrapped around his tip.armin was on cloud fucking nine,your hands tugged his dick so gently it drove him nuts.he still couldnt believe a nice pretty girl like you was here sucking him off.

this was way better than his hand.

he couldn’t help but innocently buck his hips in your hands,mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips.his stomach was tight and he knew he was about to cum,he was embarrassed that he was close this fast but the way you worked his dick had his legs shaking.

a loud sob filled the air as armin bucked his hips faster,shaking in pleasure as he chased his orgasm.with one last thrust his salty cum filled your mouth, a bit of it leaking down your chin as you swallowed.

“i-uh, i’m sorry.”

you giggled and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“are you apologizing for cumming in my mouth?”

armin’s eyes shifted nervously from you to his pants pooled around his ankles.

“um yeah? i guess i am.”

you smiled at his innocence,beginning to pull your clothes off.you peered over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow, a scream of excitement left your lips, quiet water rippling as you did a cannonball.when your head popped back above the surface you could see armin standing in the same spot,you smoothed your wet curls back and motioned for him to join you.

“it’s just a little skinny dipping arminnn.” you dragged out his name teasingly,his cheeks turning a light pink.armin slowly pulled his shirt off and your breath hitched, you could see each muscle flex.

you smiled as he walked to the edge of the deck,naked,he looked like a greek god from this angle.you swam back a little as he jumped in with a laugh,finally loosening up.the two of you swam for what seemed like hours,splashing water, telling old childhood stories,stealing small kissess from each other.

armin could hear you talk forever.

you and armin were now in the shallow part of the lake and not being able to take the sexual tension anymore you pressed a kiss against his lips.a gasp falling from your mouth as armin grabbed your thighs and lifted you up,your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.your lips never let his and you could feel him lining himself up with your entrance, moans in the same cadence as his when he finally pushed into you.

he stretched you so fucking deliciously you wanted to cry, his hands cupping your ass as he used it to lift you up and down his dick.you’d stolen armin’s virginity and he was pussy whipped, he never wanted to leave your wet cunt.you were so tight and warm around him it made him dizzy.

“o-oh armin,you’re doing so good pretty boy.” you whined, pussy convulsing around his thick length everytime he pushed back into you.his thrust were gentle yet constant, each as deep and leg shaking as the last.his head hung back in pleasure at your words of reassurance, your pussy making the most unholy sounds as he rocked his hips into you a bit faster.

“you feel so good.” armin squeaked out, a deep groan falling from his lips.he was fucking you so good, his tip grazing against that spot that drove you crazy.

it seemed like hours of blissful pleasure as armin fucked you,he fucked you through your orgasm.then another,then another and then you lost count.he had pumped your pussy full of cum multiple times and you were a creamy mess,becoming a cum bucket wasn’t on your list this summer but you didn’t mind it.

the rest of the summer had been a blast,you actually enjoyed having the children around.and you and armin had gotten extremely close,sneaking out of your cabins almost every night to hookup.he was still the shy boy you knew but now you could actually get a conversation out of him.

it had been three weeks since summer had ended and you said goodbye to all your summer buddies. you’d notice you’d skipped a couple periods, which wasn’t unusual seeing as you were irregular.but you began to worry when your stomach began growing rounder and harder.

so now here you were on the toilet, leg bouncing anxiously as you awaited the pregnancy test results.a wave of nausea almost consumed you as you saw the pregnant + reading on the stick.

what happens at summer camp stays at summer camp…right?

wrong.

“fuck.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🖤

@ CINNN4MON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.DO NOT STEAL OR MODIFY. MWAH, BYE

request are open!

[melancholymetropolis]

"Say it," Miguel O'Hara growled into my ear. "Say what I want to hear."

His larger hand gently squeezed the sides of my neck, enough to make my mouth fall open and to have me panting like a bitch in heat. My nails dug deep crescent shapes onto his forearm to steady myself. My other hand was planted flat against the control panel, right next to his. My knee was propped up onto the flat surface with my back arched against his torso. 

His hot body was colliding against mine at a rapid pace. The long girthy member tore through me quicker than the speed of light and I couldn’t think straight.

"F-F-Fuck y-you," I stammered, quivering beneath him.

A deep chuckle resonated through the massive man. "You shouldn't have said that, Y/N."

Miguel quickly spun me around to face him. He planted my ass into the edge of the control panel and hiked my legs up onto his waist. His spider suit was still partially covering his body. The top was hiked up over his lower abs, while his pants were just low enough to free his cock.

Mr. O'Hara shoved the member right back into my sopping cunt. Earning a gasp out of me. One of his hands gripped the edge of the flat surface, while the other found a new position. His right hand hooked around my back and took hold of my braids from the root. He cocked my head back at a near-painful angle, exposing my jugular. 

Miguel started to ram the member into me, faster than before. My whole body jolted and spasmed from the sheer force of the thrusts. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as hot pants fell from my mouth.

"Oh God yes!" I said, drool spilling from my lips. "Just like that!"

The new position had placed the beautiful rod of pleasure directly against my G-spot. The massive member was annihilating the spongy area every chance it got. My pussy oozed in response. It fluttered and tightened around the brooding man, earning a groan from him.

A curse fell from his lips as his thrusts became a little sloppy. Miguel was reaching his peak. It was only right after he fucked me for almost an hour straight. So much for a quickie.

The massive man slammed his hand against the flat surface and placed a searing kiss on my lips. He loosened the grip on my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist. I hooked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our sweaty chests were pressed together as our thighs trembled. 

Suddenly, I turned my head away from his lips, offering my neck to his. The climax was inching closer and closer by the second. My nails dug into his back, clawing the elastic fabric of his suit. His sharp teeth grazed my neck in response, causing me to shudder underneath me. 

I wanted him to bite me. To drain me while he filled me with his seed. 

But he never did.

Coward.

The climax hit my body like a wrecking ball. My entire being tensed. My trembling thighs came to a staggering halt. My nails deeper into his shoulder blades as my heels sunk into his plump ass. I had squeezed my eyelids shut and kept my mouth wide open. My face was pointing to the ceiling, I could feel the cool light gracing my eyelids. Miguel’s thrusts never stopped. He kept the dangerous pace as I clung to his body for dear life. After about five tremendous seconds, I felt like I could finally breathe.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped in one big breath. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

I lifted my head up and pressed it against Miguel’s shoulder. I hooked my arms firmly around his torso, wanting to be close to him. My heartbeat was hammering against his cool chest. My heavy breath fanned his ear. The man shuddered in response. His hips, also, came to an abrupt halt. His entire being tensed. Miguel’s breath hitched as warm, thick cum shot out of him. It filled my empty womb entirely. I groaned at the lustful sensation and pressed soft kisses on his neck.

His strong arms circled my plus body and held me closer than he ever had, My heart leaped from such tenderness, but I quickly shot it down. I wouldn’t get my hopes up. I knew better when it came to Miguel. Without meaning to, he always found a way to disappoint me.

“No,” I said, finally. “I will not join your spider society.”

“Oh,” he replied in shock. “That’s not what I was expecting.”  He lifted my face from his should and took my chin between his fingers. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed, Y/N.”

“Well,” I pulled away, hopping off the ledge. “Join the club.”

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I know I lie more then sza but ya girl being settling into a new job.

Imma be posting soon. I promise.

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Leo gets called TF out by a slightly tipsy Jay :) [Click for better resolution]

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Gurl! You took one for the team cuz I couldn't watch it

I'm not about to have my heart broken and you better fix it

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 59: Bits and Pieces

Scott brought Sam back to her house, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia rushing over him. He couldn't understand why and it confused him.

He shook his head as the girl exited his car, having him wait for her to get ready for school before returning to his car in fresh clothes and her things.

It didn't make any sense. He didn't know this girl and yet they seemed friendly in the picture. The picture was recently taken so why were they so distant with each other now?

He wanted to ask her so many questions. How close were they before they just magically forgot each other? They looked happy. All of them. But… he and Lydia looked like they were sitting next to someone.

It looks awkward in a way. Especially since the girl behind him put two bunny ears behind his head and apparently someone else's…

It was as if someone had been edited out of the picture. He was sure Photoshop wasn't that good. He'd have to ask Sydney later.

As Sam walked down the school's hallway, she arrived at her class, sitting next to a girl with blond hair that sat next to Lydia.

Sam was so confused. Remembering the picture, she recognized the blond haired girl. She couldn't imagine being friends with Lydia. Although, she seemed different without Jackson being around, but still. She was still Lydia.

The bell rang and their teacher, Ms. Fleming walked around, passing out their homework that they completed.

However, Sam doesn't remember doing it. "I'm impressed. With most of you.", Ms. Fleming started. "It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education. Everyone else, see me for extra help."

She looked down at the girl next to Sam, before giving her the graded paper. The girl saw that she got a D minus, and quickly grew angry. Sam looked over at her paper and saw that she had gotten a C which wasn't out of the ordinary.

Sam glanced over to the girl and noticed her fingernails growing longer and darker. She frowned and locked eyes with a nervous Lydia.

Lydia raised her hair. "Ms. Fleming, uhh…"

"I already told you, Lydia, I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings.", the teacher shut down.

Lydia nodded. "Well, okay then.", she said, rolling her eyes and looking at the girl next to her.

"Malia. Claws.", Lydia whispered to her. Sam's eyes widened a bit. Malia? Claws? What the hell was happening?? 

Lydia glanced at Sam before repeating herself and nodding over to Sam.

Malia's eyes spotted Sam before she released her grip on her desk. Malia glared at Sam,.making Sam look away.

Lydia sighed. "It's okay.", she whispered. Malia let out a grunt.

The rest of the time, Sam felt nervous. What the hell was going on? Lydia seemed to know. Did that mean Scott knew too? And then there was the whole thing with Mason and that other boy….

The stress was causing her to get tired. She wanted to go home. At least she didn't have to worry about stuff like that there.

Although…there were the weird candles and books she had on her desk.

For some reason, she hadn't gotten rid of those or asked her mom about it.

Not only that, she hadn't taken her necklace off and returned it. When did that happen?? 

Sam sighed and tiredly looked up to see someone across from her seat staring back at her.

The student had goggle like glasses and was peering at Sam intently. The girl looked around to see anyone else seeing what she was seeing and they all seemed to be more interested in Ms. Fleming's lesson than what the hell she was looking at.

She looked back over at the person and gave them a questioning look. The person opened their mouth and suddenly the loud sound of a train's horn blares through her ears.

Quickly, she covered her ears, trying her best to block out the loud noise before it completely stops, being replaced with the sound of the school bell.

Clambering students rise to move onto their next class as Sam catches her breath, looking down at her open notebook.

The paper was scritched with a small picture of a train and the numbers 1075 right next to it.

"What the fuck…", she whispered, brokenly to herself.

Closing the notebook, she quickly gathered her things and rushed out of the classroom to a nearby bathroom, the sudden feeling of nausea bubbling in her stomach.

Dropping her bag, she runs into a stall, almost missing the porcelain appliance as she emptied her stomach.

Small trails of tears escape her eyes as she coughs out every bit of bile and sits back against the stall walls, looking at the blackened contaminants in the toilet bowl.

What the hell was happening…? Who could she even go to about this?

A pulling feeling brought her thoughts to the faint familiarity of Scott. Wanting to rush to tell him what she saw. What she heard. What she was feeling, but she'd sound insane. She was sure of it.

The alpha felt the same, however. Were they… friends? Once?

He can't remember. He doesn't like that he can't remember. He doesn't like that he can't remember her. That, and the missing feeling of someone else.

Getting herself together, she flushes the toilet and walks over to the bathroom sink and runs cold water over face.

Once she looked back at her reflection, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she saw yellow irises staring back at her. Closing her eyes, she tried to regain control of her breathing. It wasn't real. It wasn't.

She wasn't seeing yellow eyes. It was the lighting of the bathroom. It wasn't her. Opening her eyes, she saw the russets that she was more familiar with. She let out a sigh. "Shit.", she muttered.

She turned to grab her bag and left the bathroom, only stopping as she saw Malia and Lydia who were talking to Scott.

She evaded them, walking outside to clear her head. She couldn't focus on school like this. She couldn't.

The moment she opened those doors, her heart dropped. It was night outside and she was on a street.

Why?

It was just daylight. She was still at school. She was sure of it. "What the hell is happening…?"

"Sam?", she heard. Her head whipped around quickly, seeing no one. The voice was… familiar. Why? Why was no one able to give her answers? Why was she going insane?

"Sam, it's me. Please!", she heard. Frustrated, she yells to the foggy air. "Who are you!?"

"You know me. You know me, but there's no time to explain.", she heard. Suddenly the sound of heavy clopping was headed toward her and in a distance, she could see a man riding on a horse.

"You can see him, right?", she heard the voice ask.

"Yeah.", she replied. Suddenly, her arm was being tugged on, going in the opposite direction as the horseman. "You need to go. Now!", the voice yelled.

The sound of the horseshoes thumped closer and closer, making Sam follow the tugging, willingly.

She was pulled around a corner but paused as another horseman headed toward her.

"Shit.", she and the voice said. As she turned around the previous horseman got closer with another heading towards her.

"You have to go. You're gonna forget me.", she heard, an instant feeling of dread entering her stomach.

She instantly teared up at the unusual nostalgia. "I can't. I can't do this again! I don't want to!"

"Remember the Wild Hunt! Don't forget! Do not forget!!", she heard as the horsemen got closer. 

"Sam, look out!", she heard, feeling herself being pulled back as a car sped past her, nearly hitting her.

She was in a parking lot. The school parking lot.

She escaped?

She looked at Malia who was panting heavily in panic. Malia growled at the car that continued driving, annoyed at the inconsideration.

Malia looked at Sam. "What were you doing?", she asked, worried. Sam couldn't do anything but frown. "Remembering. Trying to remember."

Malia brought Sam to Scott who was standing near a locker. "I think you two need to talk.", she said. Scott nodded and turned to Malia. "Go to class.", he said and she nodded, heading off.

Scott sighed and looked at Sam who was staring at the locker behind him. 1075? 1075.

Why did she write it down?

"Seems familiar right?", Scott spoke up. She nodded. "I… I don't know what's happening to me. Or about any of this.", she said, waving a finger between her and Scott.

"Are we friends? Were we? Because I can't remember you. I don't remember being friends with you or Lydia Martin or that girl.", she said, dropping an arm toward Malia's retreat. "I don't remember, but I heard this voice and it sounded so familiar. And it hurts.", she said with glossy eyes.

Scott sighed. "I believe we were. I don't think having a collective set of amnesia is a normal thing. I think something's happened.", he said.

His jaw clenched. "I know who to go to for this."

The alpha took the girl to Deaton's, much to the girl's confusion once they arrived. As she got out of his car, she looked at the animal shelter, a weird vision flashing in her eyes for a second.

"C'mon.", she heard Scott say, walking up to the shelter doors.

The man turned to the two as they entered the back room of the shelter. "Scott. Visitor. I don't remember you dropping off.", he said.

"We're forgetting a lot it seems.", Scott said and pulled out a blue shard from his jacket pocket. Once the shard was in Sam's sight, another vision flashed in her eyes for a quick second. She was in a car. Why?

Deaton held the glass with tongs, examining the shard and glanced at Scott and Sam.

Scott frowned, "I think there's something going on with us. With our memories.", he explained. "I found a picture of us, Lydia and Malia but I don't remember being friends with her.", Scott points at Sam. "Vise versa.", Sam added hoarsely.

"I keep feeling like there's something missing. Like this," He pointed to the glass. "I took that from a windshield at the Sheriff's Impound Lot but I can't remember why I was there."

"I remember being in a car and seeing that same shard.", Sam spoke up, shocking Scott. "See?"

The vet hummed. "The subconscious can be a conduit for our memories.", Deaton said. "Dreams and waking dreams can be powerful tools to help us remember."

"But what are we missing? What can't we remember? Why? Why's the wild hunt so important?", Sam asked.

Deaton's head tilted in confusion as well as Scott's. "What made you bring up the Wild Hunt?"

Sam frowned as she swallowed. "When Malia saved me from getting hit, I had a vision, I guess. I was walking around on a street and I heard a voice. It sounds familiar. We were running from these horsemen and the voice told me to remember the Wild Hunt."

Deaton nodded. "The Wild Hunt are drawn to war and mayhem, though. However, I've never heard of it affecting anyone's memory."

He looked at the two. "It's almost as if the two of you have a form of Phantom limb syndrome. It's very common in war." He sighed. "Amputees can have the sensation of an itch they can't scratch or a pain that couldn't possibly be there. The missing limb is so important, the brain acts like the limb's still there."

Sam frowned. "Someone told me that.", she said. "Missing someone in a pack can do that to you.", she recited. "But we're not in a pack. This isn't some blood connection.", Sam said.

Why would she remember that? A pack? Why a pack?

Scott looks at Deaton with wide eyes before looking at Sam. "You were in my pack.", Scott said, suddenly. Sam looks at him as if he'd grown another head.

"The amnesia couldn't have made you completely senile.", she muttered. Scott gave a smile. "No, that's why we were in that picture. You were in my pack. We're friends!", he said, excited.

Sam was still confused. Pack? Why couldn't he say group? Group of friends?

Scott noticed her continued confusion and looked at Deaton before glancing at Sam. "What you're about to see… might freak you out.", he said, lightly.

"I can't be any more freaked out than what I went through today.", she said.

Scott nodded and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Once he opened his eyes, red irises met her russet ones.

Sam frowned deeply, taking a step back as she looked at Scott in shock. A rumbled growl escaped his chest, erupting into a loud roar, making the girl choke up.

As the roar quieted, Scott looked at Sam, noticing her eyes had turned yellow. Sam trembled, groaning at the sudden headache and familiar ache in her jaw.

She looked down at her shaking hands, catching the darkened claws that were once her short nails.

"I'm… I…", she looked at Scott, a rush of nostalgia running through her mind as she remembered. She remembered him.

He was the alpha. "You're back. Kinda.", Scott said, giving her a toothy smile. Sam nodded. 

"That doesn't explain why I can't remember everything else. Everything's in pieces.", Sam said.

"How the hell do we figure out what our subconscious is saying?", she asked Deaton. "Well, the easiest way to do that would be to simply go to sleep.", Deaton said.

Sam's eyes dimmed to their natural color, as well as the rest of her. "Well that's helpful."

Scott shook his head, his face returning back to normal. "It's worth a shot."

Sam sighed and nodded. "Fine."

The night came and Scott stayed over at Sam's house. The boy walked around the room, looking around with a soft smile. "I remember your room.", he told her.

Sam smiled softly, making his grow. "You finally smiled. God, I missed that. Never thought I would until now.", Scott chuckled.

Sam scoffed, sitting on her bed as he sat on the floor next to her legs. "So we just wait?", she asked.

Scott shrugged. "Pretty much until we get tired.", he said. Sam sighed and laid on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I remember being so sick. I don't know why. I was throwing up black stuff."

Scott turned to her, intrigued. They talked about what they could remember, though none of it filled the missing holes of their memories.

Eventually, the two fell asleep. Moments later, Sam felt someone shaking her awake. She awoke, laying in the grass of a dark forest. She felt nostalgic at the scenery.

She's never once awoken in a forest? Not that she would remember anyways.

Scott kneeled over her. "Good, you're here too.", she said.

She stood, looking around. The forest did look familiar. "This was where I got bit the first time.", Scott said.

"We were looking for a body.", Sam said, suddenly shocking Scott. "Why were we looking for a body?", he asked.

She sighed harshly. Bits and pieces again. This was going nowhere.

"I remember hearing a noise and I went to go check and I ended up getting bit. Bit by…bit by…", the McCall boy was stuck, unable to complete the memory.

He shook his head. "We gotta get Lydia.", he said, picking the girl up and running out of the woods, setting her down once they got close to Sam's house.

Scott called for Lydia to meet at the Beacon Preserve before he drove him and Sam to his house to retrieve the picture they took.

The two arrived at the preserve and waited until they heard Lydia's car crunch against the road and stopped, turning off as Malia and Lydia got out.

Scott explained what the two went through, shocking the two girls. "I think there's a reason why this has happened."

He led the girls through the preserve. "We've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for First Line. I remember because it was all that I could think about."

Malia spoke up. "What were the two of you doing?

"We were looking for a dead body.", Sam explained.

"That's morbid.", Lydia said, disgust on her face.

Scott looked around. "That still brings me to my next question. What were we doing out here all alone?"

"I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you back then.", Lydia said.

"I was still a coyote so I might've tried to eat it.", Malia grimaced.

"Deaton said that our subconscious is trying to tell us something. But we need you guys to help us figure out what it's saying.", Sam said.

"Maybe you two were just curious teenagers. You heard there was a body.", Lydia said.

Scott shook his head. "Yeah, but how? I never watched the news. And we didn't have a police scanner."

"We were studying at the time too." Sam added.

"Your mom works at the hospital. Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?"

"My mom wasn't even home that night.", Scott said.

He stopped, turning to face the girls. "I live five miles away from here. How did Sam and I get here?"

"You drove.", Malia said.

"I didn't have a car.", Scott countered.

"You ran."

"Couldn't have. I had asthma.", Scott said. "And I wouldn't have let him go by himself, despite how crazy the idea was.", Sam said.

"We were hiding.", Sam said. "But the sheriff caught me.", she frowned. Why did she hear the sheriff talking to someone, though?

"How'd he know we were there?", Scott asked. "Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing.", Malia suggested.

Sam shook her head. "No, Scott was far from me. Didn't see him til the next morning."

"Why would the Sheriff even think that we would be out here?", Scott asked.

Lydia looked at Scott. "Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural."

Scott glanced at her. "Lydia, wasn't supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten.", he said.

"I wasn't a werewolf yet. And I wasn't out here with just Sam. I know this sounds crazy. But I think we had a best friend. And I think he was out here with us that night.", he said, making Sam's eyes widen.

Malia shook her head. "It doesn't sound crazy." The three looked at her. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."

"I came to school this morning and was sure I was supposed to meet someone because I had this.", Lydia pulled out a card, showing them the writing on it. It didn't have a name but it said, 'to Lydia Martin. -S' "I had this for a while now and this morning, I just…", she swallowed. "I couldn't let it go."

Sam frowned, looking at Malia. "Before you saved me, I heard this familiar voice saying, "You know me". It knew me. It knew who I was and was worried. Told me I'd forget him."

The three looked at her with wide eyes.

Her eyes glossed over. "In a way, I felt relieved to hear the voice. And I don't know why. And this entire time I knew something was up."

She looked at Scott. "That locker? I wrote those numbers after I had this weird thing happen to me in class. Someone's trying to say something but I don't know who it is.", she said, her voice cracking.

"What if we're all missing the same person?", Scott asked the girls, taking out the picture from his jacket. "I think that he was in this picture."

"He was right there.", Sam pointed at the empty space between Scott and Lydia in the picture. "He was sitting right there."

[hazzelle-kento]

‘Hey Mama.’

*Blush*

[caramelcleopatraa]

Against A Wall

Roman Reigns x Reader ! 600+ words ! Day 2

x: I was rushing this because I had a dance performance today, so I'm sorry if it is not as good as you expect to to be :(

You regretted it. Well, maybe not regretted. More like… you didn’t know what the outcome of your recent temper tantrum would be. 2 hours ago, he promised to sit down with you to continue the show you two were binging. And those two hours passed by with him still being on the phone, laughing out loud with his hand over his stomach, whispering, “I'll be right there, give me a second.” 

You know damn well if you did that to him, he would catch an attitude. So it only seemed fair that you caught a tiny attitude. And it was deserved. You should've started the show without him, but you weren't that cruel. So he would just have to deal with your attitude for the rest of the night. But you didn’t know he already knew how to deal with you and your attitude.

How? 

Well against the wall of course.

Your back is against the wall with Roman’s hands holding you against him creating a tight cage around you, preventing you from wiggling around. Not like you could anyway when your legs are on his shoulders. You could’ve swore your body went limp when he threw you onto the bed, bringing your knees to your ears, and hoisting you in the air.

“What happened mama, you had such an attitude before? Can’t have one when I fold you in half, huh?”

Your response was a sharp glare and scratching his shoulders, still trying to mouth off so he could understand that your annoyance is justified. “You better not go silent on me.” He swiftly slaps your ass, swallowing a moan. He hums at your response, kissing your temples and leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“You still not gon’ talk to me?” 

“Not when you made me wait for two hours!” Roman grunts, deepening his thrusts. Those addicting thrusts that would knock the wind out of you. “I’m sorry baby, you know I didn't mean to.” You moan out loud upon hearing him apologize. His teasing tone didn’t soak through his words. Sincerely apologizing to you while rendering you unable to walk for the next two hours.

“Ro- F-fuck!”

“You forgive me baby?”

“Yes,” you moan out, keeping eye contact with him while he’s rearranging your guts. “Lemme hear you say it again.” You nod frantically, letting your nails dig into his shoulders. You’re singing a mix of “yes” and “roman” like an ancient tribal mantra. “How could I have forgotten about you sweetheart?This pissy’s too fucking good.” His words are slurred, closing his eyes and letting himself fall in love with the feeling of you around his cock. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass and his dick kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your shameful moans could be heard in every corner of the house, keening out in pleasure that continued to build.

Your bodies were coated in sweat that made you both glow. His adonis-like structure that collided with your curvaceous body was a sight to see. How he squeezed and palmed at your ass and how your nails kept digging into his shoulders, arms, and back. How his abs flexed and your titties and ass ricocheted after every thrust had you both feening for more.

“Ohmygod bae- it's too much, I’m cummin!” You warn him, but she shows no sign of stopping. Letting your essence coat his dick and drip down his leg, hastily fucking you through your orgasm as his was creeping up on him “Mmm, i’m about to nut in this pussy.”

He pummels up into you for the last few times and releases deep into you. His guttural moans rang throughout your entire body, curling your toes as continues to fill you up. Your right hand feels down his chest, feeling his soft skin and his chest inflate and concave.

“Better?”

You look over his shoulder, scoffing and rolling your eyes. “Yeah, Yeah, Whatever.” He chuckles and showers you in kisses, still holding you close to him. “Let's get back to our show, yeah?”

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[keenzinemugstudent]

Kakyoin: Jotaro you and Y/n really are close

Jotaro: We're dating...

Avdol, Polnareff, Joseph, Kakyoin: *Shocked*

Y/n: *Shocked*

Polnareff: Why the hell are you shocked?!

Y/n: Oh right sorry I kind of forgot for a minute there

Joseph: How?!!?

Jotaro: Yare Yare Daze

[bowsnstrings]

🎀♡Love In The Studio♡🎀

Masterlist

Warning!: Nothing much, just fluff!😭💖

It took four months just to book this studio session, four long months of waiting and waiting, now Ony finally has the chance to shoot his shot, and he damn sure isn’t about to screw up this opportunity to work with his dream artist. Princess, the girl he couldn’t get his mind off of, especially after he heard her voice for the first time and began streaming her music every opportunity he had, even her underrated songs that she had released before she got a deal.

He got her number from Sasha, Mikasa's mutual friend. He sees Mikasa all the time, producing with her sometimes, and last year, one of their collabs went viral and got her over a million more monthly listeners on all her streaming platforms. She owed him a favor, so she pulled a few things and got her agent to connect them.

Sasha was tough, wanting to make sure he had the best intentions before she let her number-one client and best friend go to a studio with someone she didn’t know, but Ony was fine playing the long game. He asked to reach out to Princess personally so they could get familiar with each other, and they had been texting back and forth for two weeks.

It started casually, simply sending a text saying, “Hey, this is Ony, how are you?” After typing and re-typing the message about a hundred times. He stood over his phone for ten minutes as he waited, nearly jumping out of his skin when she finally replied, saying, “Hi Ony, I’m good. How are you?” Their texts only got more comfortable from there, which led to him inviting her to his studio.

He was already geeking out a bit, showing up an hour early just to make sure the place was clean and the track was ready for her to hop on and get to work. They had negotiated a nice payout for her; Ony didn’t even want to charge her a flat fee, only taking ten percent of the share once it’s released. He thought that was fair given the fact that he asked who he considered one of the best singers ever to make a song with him.

Two soft knocks sounded on the door, causing Ony to quickly scramble to clean himself up to look presentable. He shouted out, “Come in!” Once he felt like he looked appropriate, shoving his hands in his pockets to appear nonchalant. She arrived four o’clock, on the dot. Punctual and perfect as she stepped through the door. Her hair was the first thing he saw, swaying gently in thick long strands, her nails raking through one side as she looked up to greet him. Her smile would’ve had him melting to the floor if he were standing, so cute with her full blush tinted cheeks.

She wore a pink dress, fitting but casual, tight at the top around her breasts, and rounding out down her hips. It made her look so effortlessly beautiful in nothing but thin cotton as she naturally swayed in with her white and gold Coach purse.

“Hi Ony,” Princess began as he pushed himself away from the table, getting onto his feet to properly greet her after staring dumbfounded for a moment. He’d almost forgotten how beautiful she was in person, having to rely on photos for the past four months to make up for the absence.

“Hey Ma,” He greeted her with a smile, his teeth absent of his usual grills, out of his amped up rapper persona and more calm, which she noticed immediately. The last time they saw each other he had been drinking and partying, but now she saw a much bigger effort on his part to be nice to her. The studio was absent of the clouds of smoke and alcohol she expected, though that’s what it would usually be like, Ony knew she would like a relaxing space to work.

He had the lights turned down some, and sprayed the room with some lavender spray that Connie said she might like. He’d have to remember to thank him after Princess looked around the room, smiling until she looked up at him and realised how he was towering over her. His arms were the size of her head, and even in the hoodie she could tell by the way he restrained himself in their hug that he was huge everywhere. Her face suddenly became very warm, suddenly remembering how nervous he made her.

“Come take a seat.” Ony nodded towards the chair next to his, moving to the other side of the room, opening the door before turning to her. “You want something to drink, eat? We got soda, waters, chips.” He listed off, trying to gauge her as she spun to face him. She still had that warm smile, like he was doing a good job so far, trying his hardest to be a gentleman.

“If you have bottled water that would be nice.” Princess asked politely, shrinking in on herself under his gaze. He was looking at her like she was everything, and she couldn’t understand why he was treating her like some guest of honor.

“Lemme get that for you.” He said as he stepped out into the adjacent kitchen. His studio was fitted out, custom made and obviously tailored to his style. Retro posters of iconic rappers all over the walls, leather chairs and couches, even the engineer console had matching knobs. Ony obviously took the time out for the upkeep of this place, the floors even looked like they’d been mopped.

As he stepped back into the room carrying a bottle of water for her, she turned to him beaming. “This place is so nice Ony.” Princess gushed as he walked up to her, dropping her drink onto the table and taking a seat.

“Thanks, I just finished it up a couple weeks ago.” He said, leaving out the part about rushing to finish it before their studio session. Connie and Eren were pissy for weeks when Ony had them come in and help clean and decorate the place.

“Well, you did a good job. I heard from Mikasa that you’ve been doing your thing as well, you had two songs chart in the top ten.” Princess congratulated him as she opened her purse, pulling out a pink notebook with a matching pom pom pen.

“Yeah, still haven’t gotten a number one yet though. That’s why I had to hit you up.” It made her feel good to know that he was thinking of her. Especially after she spent so much time today just to look nice for their session. She’d never admit it, but she spent four hours trying to get dressed and look casual at the same time.

“Listen,” She began, nervously biting at her bottom lip, her gloss shiny under the studio lights. “I know last time we saw each other-”

“Don’t sweat it, Ma.” Ony shrugged it off, leaning back to look at her. She looked confused, but let him finish, tapping her nails against her thighs. “You gave me the idea for this song. Wrote the lyrics same night, swear.” He excitedly explained, turning to the messy composition book he had overflowing with random papers and scribbles.

Princess watched him flip through his own messy handwriting until he found the right page. Big bold letters titling the song, “Cinderella”.

“Ony what’s up with the name?” She giggled out, glancing at him to catch the way he lit up at the sound of her voice. A grin finding its way to his face, letting out a chuckle, he felt so different around her. Like being himself was more than accepted, and her laugh, he could bottle her laugh up and hear it for days.

“Told you, you’re my inspiration. My Cinderella.” Their eyes locked for a moment, fleeting but sincere. Princess felt like she was a kid again, falling head first into her first crush, butterflies fluttering in her belly. Ony never really felt what it was he was feeling, he didn’t even know what to name it, but it felt so good. “Whatever you don’t like we’ll change. Even the name, but I hope you keep it.”

Painstakingly, they went over each lyric and note of the song, Princess listening to the beat and Ony showing her the parts of the song he’d really like her input on. He was nervously glancing at her every two seconds as he watched her silently think over everything until she finally said, “I like it,” Ony finally letting out a breath of relief, watching her look over his notebook a bit.

“I just want to change up the last part a little.” She shyly mumbled, tapping her nails against the side of the table. Her stomach bubbled with anxiousness, usually agreeing to whatever another artist wanted to do without complaining, but Ony seemed genuine enough to be open to some criticism. Besides, he asked her to change things as she saw fit.

“Yeah?” He turned to her, curiosity painted on his face, excited to see her get out of her shell a bit and give her input. “What were you thinking?”

“Well, I think the lyrics should be, You’re on my mind all the time, like every day, every night. I don't want to fuss or fight; just want to make you mine.” Her voice carried out in the room, high and light in her perfect soft tone. She scribbled on her journal for a second to take down the lyrics before looking up at him and seeing his star-struck face.

“Yeah, that’s-that’s perfect.” He mumbled, nervously smiling and scratching the back of his head. “Let’s roll with that.” She smiled at him, nodding her head and making sure to finish writing down her bridge. He admired her as she did, feeling like he was acting down bad for her already, but he couldn’t really care much about it at the moment.

“And the chorus?” She asked, her hair falling close to her face, and Ony wanted nothing more than to reach out and move it for her, especially to lay a kiss onto those pretty lips of hers. Her pink pen tapping against the notepad as she concentrated, her face in a scrunch with a pretty pout that had him looking away to keep from growing in his sweats.

“Yeah, play around with it. Make it your own, y’know?” He suggested, happy with how comfortable she seemed in her element working with music. In a way, her passion reminded him of when he was still coming up, just hoping for his big break. It was nice to see she hadn’t lost that. “Why don’t we order some food? Seems like we’ll be here a while.”

They agreed on the sushi place nearby, mostly because Princess recommended it, and even though Ony doesn’t eat sushi he wasn’t going to turn down a spot she wanted to eat at. While the food was being delivered they worked through all of the lyrics, finally finished and ready to step in the booth. Ony asked to go first, wanting to knock out all of his parts as quickly as he could to get most of the legwork done faster.

As Ony was rapping he couldn’t help but feel like all of his hard work so far led him here, to impress one person with all he had to offer. His sacrifice led him to be in the studio with someone he not only respected, but was feeling a type of way about. He locked eyes with her multiple times as he spoke into the microphone, his lyrics leaping from within like he was speaking directly to her. It gave Princess something to try and focus on, especially since he was distracting her by looking so good in the booth.

Princess nearly hopped out of her chair to do her part, Ony sitting down and watching the way her hips swayed as she walked away from him, nearly pulling the knobs off of his mixer. The shit was too expensive for him to be tearing it up like he was, but he really couldn’t help it with the way she pulled him in a trance every time they were near. “Do I sound alright?” Princess speaking up, her voice floating through the speakers like her voice was made for it.

“Yeah, sounds good, Ma.” He spoke back to her, shaking his head to get back into the mindset he needed in order to work. “Don’t be nervous. I know it’s your first time doing R and B, but you got the talent and the lyrics for it.”

It sure boosted your confidence to hear from a hot man how talented you are, maybe that’s why the first few takes were giggly and full of little mistakes. While it took her a minute to get started, Princess was a natural as soon as she put her mind to it, singing her heart out while following the melody. Ony watching her with a smile, knowing deep down that this was going to be his best record of all time as he saw her really get into it. Nothing could throw her off from the zone she was in, not even when it was time to add her ad-libs in, zooming through the last leg of the song with ease.

When she finally stepped out of the booth it was nearing seven-o’clock. Her sushi and Ony’s chicken and rice half eaten, both pouring all of their attention into the final product. Ony was finishing up synthesizing their voices as Princess sat back next to him. “What are you going to do when you leave?” Ony asked, glancing from the side to see her flush and turn to him.

“Oh, I have to meet the girls for rehearsals. I got a big performance coming up.” She spilled excitedly.

“Alright, you singing gospel?”

“No, I only sing gospel in church now. I’m about to drop my first R and B single in a week.” Ony tried to ignore those same feelings that he felt in his stomach every time Princess would smile or ramble with excitement. She was just so sweet, so different from what he was used to. Everyone he knew was jaded, hardened by life, but she still had that magic. It made him want to be around her just to have a bit of that too.

“Well, let me know when the performance is. I wanna support, ya’ know?”

“Sure, I’d love it if you could come. It’d be nice to see you again.” Princess admitted softly, twirling the ends of her hair as she tried to look everywhere but at him. That only gave Ony a glimpse at the earrings she was wearing, gold diamond hoops, classy and expensive. He thought she wore them well, but could use some more like them.

“I’ll be sure to be there then.” Ony smiled, genuine, without thinking. Finally pressing play on the finished project, he and Princess sat together and listened to how they sounded. It was perfection, so good both of them sat up and looked at each other in awe, giddy at the sound of their new number one hit they were going to drop. Their minds were racing with all of the things they had to do next, photoshoots, performances, a music video. The ideas were endless, but one thing was for sure, when they work together, they make magic happen.

Thanks For Reading! (xoxo) - Bow 🎀

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Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 4

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

Jey’s House

Kara’s POV

“Home sweet home,” Jey said putting my bags in the corner of his spare room as I sat down on the bed in a daze.

“Do you need anything?” Jey asked as I sighed. “I need none of this to have happened, Jey,” I said as Jey sat beside me.

“I know, but this is the card you’re being dealt, and you got to figure it out.”

“All I can think about is all the times we spent on that bus, and they had sex there,” I whispered trying not to cry. “She did it on purpose and he fell for it.”

“What is your sister’s deal?” Jey asked as I shrugged my shoulders. “We never really got along. I kept to myself, and she was the outgoing one,” I said really trying to pinpoint where the hatred came from.

“Did Roman take responsibly for his actions,” Jey asked as I shook my head. “He begged, said he was sorry, but I don’t think he truly knows how bad he hurt me.”

“Well, are you going to forgive him or is this it?” Jey asked as I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Jey, he slept with my sister and had a baby with her. It’s over,” I said as Jey seemed relieved with my answer.

“Just checking to see where your heads at beautiful.”

“I outta fuck somebody’s brains out on the bus and have him find us. That would hit his ass where it hurts,” I rambled as Jey took my hand in his.

“Aye, are you serious?” he asked as I shook my head.

“No, I’m just angry and rambling,” I said, standing up and pacing as Jey stopped me.

“If you were serious, you know I would help you. You know that right,” he said as I nodded.

“I know but I don’t know about crossing that line, I don’t want to hurt our friendship. I would never forgive myself,” I said truthfully.

“When I’m 38 and your 36,” Jey whispered as I smiled at the memory.

“Jey we were kids then,” I said remembering the pack we made when we were 22 and 24. “We didn’t know shit,” I said as he chuckled.

“I knew I wanted you,” Jey said as I blushed. “Yea, but you weren’t ready then. You were trying to find your way in the world, then wrestling came along. You had alot to figure out.”

“If I would have been ready then, could I have, had you?” he asked as I contemplated his question.

“Yea, you could have,” I answered honestly as Jey nodded.

“Well now it’s the opposite, I’m ready and you’re not,” Jey said as I shrugged my shoulders laying back on the bed as Jey lay beside me.

“Guess that is how it happens sometimes,” I whispered as he kissed my hand.

“Lucky for us both I do know what I want, and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready,” Jey said leaning over, wiping my tears.

“You want me to stay wit you?” he asked as I nodded settling into his arms.

I couldn’t sleep but I felt content in his arms, I felt safe.

I didn’t have to pretend to be ok, I could be me and right now I wasn’t ok…

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Pensacola General Hospital

Roman’s POV

The stares….The judgmental stares from Kara and Tia’s parents as I held my daughter didn’t bother me. All I carried about was this beautiful little girl in my arms.

“She looks like you, Roman,” Tia said as I nodded entranced with my baby girl.

“Yea, just like my baby pictures,” I said caressing her little face.

“Don’t you want to see that little face every day. Roman we could be a family, nothing is stopping us now,” Tia whispered as her dad got up and walked to the door before turning to look at us.

“Rebecca, I ain’t partaking in this bullshit, If I stay in here a minute longer I’mma kill him,” he said before slamming the door as Tia’s mom just stared at her.

“I wanna say I can’t believe you…But I know you,” she said as Tia sat up in bed avoiding her gaze.

“Mama, we didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did,” she said as I frowned at her remembering the first night she came to me…. How she took control, how she said she didn’t mind being Kara for me.

“Tia, you can fool people some of the time, but you can’t fool your mama none of the time. I gave birth to you, and I know what I raised,” her mother said as Tia frowned.

“What you trying to say mama?”

“You did all this on purpose to hurt your sister, and I just wish I knew why,” Rebecca said getting up grabbing her purse before turning her attention to me.

“Mama, I’m so sorry, I know you must hate me,” I whispered as she sighed.

“Son, I pity you, because you’re gon’ reap what you sow. It may come today or years from now, but you’re gonna reap.”

I couldn’t look at her, I already was reaping. Kara is probably done with me; Jey is trying to take her from me, and I’m stuck raising my daughter with a woman I don’t even love.

“I’m gonna make up to K-”

“What! I just had your baby and you still talking about her!” Tia screamed as Logan shifted in my arms with a small cry.

“Shh, daddy’s got you,” I whispered as Logan instantly calmed down.

“Why are you yelling, and that baby is trying to sleep? You knew that man was married to your sister, loved your sister, and you still chased him.”

“You just have to keep telling me he loves her, and I’m destined for a life of hell since you found out Logan is his. Do you even love me? All I’m hearing about is Kara…Kara-”

“Tia, I love you both…I love all of my children the same. That little manipulation shit may work on your dad sometimes, but not me.  It ain’t never been favoritism ever in this family, we loved all three of you the same.

“Mama, I get it,” Tia said as Rebecca walked over and grasped her chin, making Tia look at her.

“You may not like it, but as your mother it’s my job to tell you when you wrong. Tia you dead wrong for what you did and you’re going to reap most of all,” she said as Tia snatched away from her.

“Just leave mama.”

“I’ll be by in the morning, since you said they are releasing you sometime tomorrow evening,” Rebecca said turning to leave again as Tia wiped her tears, before snatching Logan from my arms as she began to fuss.

“Give me my baby, I don’t need none of ya’ll,” she hissed as Logan became antsy and began to wail.

“You scared her,” I said as Tia tried to comfort her, but it wasn’t working…. “Hell, did Logan even like her mama?

“Tia give Roman the baby back, she’s picking up on your energy and your scaring her,” Rebecca said as Tia tried to rock Logan in her arms but she just kept crying louder.

“Fine… Take her,” Tia sighed in defeat allowing me to take Logan from her. Instantly Logan settled down in my arms.

“Daddy’s got you baby girl. You go back to sleep,” I soothed as Rebecca shook her head.

“See……. Already reaping,” she whispered pointing at Tia before leaving.

I knew Rebecca was right….I had a lot to answer for but I couldn’t think about that now. Logan needed me, I just hope with time Kara could accept Logan as my daughter and be a mom to her.

“You’re going to love your stepmom, Logan” I whispered as Tia rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you mean auntie, because she bout to divorce yo’ ass and jump on Jey’s dick so fast it’s gon’ make your head spin,” she chuckled as I shot her a look…

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s true…My sister is big on honesty and cheating is a deal breaker for her. You did both…Your done,” she said as I frowned.

Deep down I knew I had a long road ahead, but I had to try…They were releasing Tia sometime tomorrow, but Logan was going to have to stay a few more days for observation.

I knew Kara had left with Jey and Jimmy so I told Tia she could crash for a few days.  When we bring the baby home, I will go to her house for awhile to stay and help.

Her mother had offered to stay but Tia turned her down. She wanted me to help her instead.

I knew I was asking for trouble, but I couldn’t leave her alone. She had just given birth to my child and was alone, even though it was her own to isolate her family.

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The next Day

Jey’s Condo

Jey’s POV

“I had to help her give birth to his child,” Kara said shaking her head in shock still.

“And then she tried to get you to hold the baby,” Trin asked as Kara nodded. “Yep, telling me Logan needed me and to please hold her.”

“That is a grimy bitch,” Trin hissed as I nodded in agreement.

“I just don’t understand how this even happened but at this point it doesn’t even matter. Logan is here and nothing can change that.” Kara said defeatedly.

“You can’t bottle it up, you gotta let it out, sis,” Jimmy said as Kara played with her food.

After last night, Kara spent the majority of the night in my arms trying to make sense of everything, and I had no answers for her. Finally, today she slept for a couple hours and got a shower.

Trin and Jimmy brought dinner for us, which I was thankful for. Roman had been texting and calling Kara but she had been ignoring him and rightfully so.

“If I let it out I’mma go too far Jimmy, you saw me last night. If ya’ll hadn’t showed up that damn house wouldn’t be standin’ and I’d be catching an arson charge for burning that fuckin bus to the ground.”

“Look, we can talk about all of that later. Right now, I need you to eat,” I said as Kara just pushed her spoon around her plate.

“You gotta eat boo,” Trin said as Kara signaled at Jimmy as he opened a bottle of tequila.

“I just don’t feel like it Trin,” Kara said as Jimmy poured her a shot.

“Well, that ain’t helping anything, you trying to get her drunk,” I said as Kara downed the shot and Jimmy shrugged his shoulders.

“Aye, she asked for one, and I’m happy to oblige. Hell, we all need a drink after all that shit that happened last night.”

“How could he do this? How did he put himself in this position?” Kara asked as I reached up and placed a comforting hand on her leg.

Before I could respond Kara’s phone beeped as she sighed cautiously opened it.

“Who is it?” I asked as I saw the tears fill her eyes, as she read whatever had been sent, her hands shaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Trin asked as Kara passed her the phone, wiping her tears.

“Now if I go up to the hospital, and beat her ass, everybody will say I’m in the wrong.”

 “What is it?” I asked as Trin looked disgusted reading whatever had been sent. “It’s an Instagram post from Tia, she tagged Kara, Roman, and WWE in it.” Trin said shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know she didn’t,” Jimmy said as Trin nodded. I looked at Kara and I could see her heart breaking all over again.

“On yesterday, Roman and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl. A special thank you to her auntie for delivering her, I don’t know what I’d do without you, Kara, we all love you.” Trin read as Kara’s took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, taking the phone from Trin reading the post and seeing the picture Tia had posted with it. It was a picture of Roman holding Logan and she had disabled her comments.

“Kara are you ok?” Trins asked as Kara waved off our worry.

“Yea, I just need some air,” she said going outside as Trin sighed.

“Tia keep playin’ with fire, and I’m bout to take a damn charge for getting’ wit dat ass,” Trin said as Jimmy cleared his throat.

“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry bout dat, cause’ as soon as Kara sees her again, it’s on sight,” Jimmy said as I got up to go check on Kara.

Kara’s POV

“That bitch must don’t realize she ain’t pregnant no more,” I muttered pacing as I felt my anger growing at the disrespect.  She was too bold; she thought this shit was cute. She was relishing in my pain and suffering.

“I’m not going to ask if you are good because I know your not. I just wanna know how you want to handle it,” Jey said walking towards me as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Jey, I know what we talked about last night, but let’s just say we do..um-”

“Have sex,” Jey says casually as I rolled my eyes at him.

 “Yes, that….. Doesn't that make us no better than them, and what they did?” I asked as Jey smiled at me.

“We are not those two, you can’t even compare us to them,” Jey said caressing my arms as I sighed.

“I respect our friendship too much, I don’t want to ruin it,” I said as Jey pulled me into his arms.

“I told you I was ok with it…I’m down for whatever you want to do, just say the word,” he said caressing my face as I gave him a small smile.

And just like that a few hours later we were pulling up and parking down the road a little from the house and walking to the bus.

Reaching under the front grill I got the spare key. Roman had already had the bus fixed, it was as if I had never defaced it or had its tires slit.

“We ain’t gotta go in there Kara, we could go in the house,” Jey said as I ignored him and went inside.

“I want to do it on the bus,” I whispered looking at the place once filled with love, it felt cold now and I couldn’t stop imagining Roman and Tia alone in this bus, and all the places they probably had sex at.

“Leave the door open,” I said as I saw Jey about to close it.

Walking back to the bedroom, I opened the door and I felt numb.

“Are you ok? You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Jey I said as he pulled me to him.

“I want to feel better,” I whispered as Jey caressed my face.

“I told you that whatever would make you feel better, I would do it,” Jey whispered pulling me closer as I felt guilt seeping into my mind, but what did I have to feel guilty about.

Roman did it first…Did it plenty of times…Had a whole baby, and with my sister no less.

“Can I kiss you?” Jey asked in whisper as I nodded, his soft smile putting me at ease. “Kara, I been waiting for years to kiss you, I want to hear you answer me,” Jey said as I released the breath I was holding.

“Yes, you can kiss me.”

The air was thick with anticipation as Jey claimed my lips in a gentle kiss that shocked me with its passion.  I moaned against his lips, as he gently pushed my sundress off my shoulders as it fell in a pool at my feet.

His fingertips grazing my skin sending shivers down my spine.

I felt shy and exposed under Jey’s powerful gaze as he caressed my body in awe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered with a smile undressing himself as I blushed.

I don’t know what came over me but as I watched his tattoos glisten in the moonlight my heart began pounding faster.

“Are we really about to do this,” I whispered as he captured my lips in a searing kiss. So powerful, I felt helpless, melting into his embrace as he carried me to the bed.

“It’s your call,” he whispered as his lips found my kissed my neck, as I moaned in pleasure.

Kara, they deserve it, my mind screamed as I relaxed under Jey’s touch, as he removed my underwear. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I knew Roman would be home soon.

By the time I’m finished, Roman is gonna want to burn this bus to the fuckin’ ground himself.

“We don’t have much time,” I gasped as Jey groaned. “I know, and I hate it,” he panted wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Kara, look at me beautiful,” he whispered, grasping my chin and holding my gaze.

“Tonight, we end this, it’s the first and last time we do this to make someone jealous. The next time we do this, it's gon’ be for us because you gon’ be my lady,” he moaned as I nodded claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

An inaudible gasp fell from both of our lips as we became one for the first time. Twenty years of friendship changed forever; our souls even more intertwined than they already were.

“Shit, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Jey moaned against my lips as I trembled against him. Each powerful methodical thrust caused my head to bang slightly against the headboard, and I couldn't care less.

“You feel so good,” I gasped as Jey sank deeper, burying his head in the hollow of my neck, resting one of his arms above my head, stopping me from hitting the headboard as I gasped unable to think.

“Shit, so do you lo'u loto,” he moaned, kissing, and nipping at my neck as I felt the worries of the world float away. He had called me his heart in his native tongue. I always loved it when we would speak Samoan.

Faintly I heard the Roman’s truck creeping into the driveway as I groaned in frustration, not wanting this moment to end just yet. I had a taste of him and I wanted more…Much more….

“Jey, I hear the car,” I rasped as Jey rolled us over. “Jey!” I gasped at how even fuller I felt being on top.

“Mmhmm, I’m deep up in dat pussy now, fuck. Gon’ make dat shit count before he comes in and get you a nut,” He moaned as I nodded bracing one of my hands on his thigh, the other on his chest as I began wining my hips, our moans of pleasure filling the bus.

“Jey..Jey..Mmm,” I purred as he groaned, gripping my hips.

“I’m here Kara… I got you, and I’m right there too,” he moaned meeting my thrusts as a strangled cry escaped my lips.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned as Jey sat up holding me tight as we bounced in sync against each other.

“No regrets,” Jey whispered overpowering me with a kiss.

“No regets!” I gasped against his lips as he smiled. “When you ready….I’mma make you mine forever,” he panted as I cried at his beautiful words.

Jey wiped my tears as we heard footsteps coming towards the bus. It was showtime but we both needed release first.

Grasping Jey’s throat, we fell back onto the bed as I began to ride him, hard and deep as he groaned biting his lower lip.

“Fuck, gon’ get yo dick then,” he rasped, his arms spread wide on the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

 “Is it mine?” I asked, moaning as I felt my thighs becoming Jello but I wanted this. No, I needed it…We both did.

“Hell yea, it’s always been yours,” Jey confessed, his words making my heart skip a beat.

“Look at me, Jey,” I moaned as our eyes locked, and we both groaned sharing a brief kiss, knowing everything was about to pop off at any second.

Roman’s POV

“I told you to stay outside with my mom,” I hissed at Tia as she followed me closely. I wasn’t in the mood; Kara wasn’t returning my calls and mom picked the wrong time to just to pop up for a visit.

“Listen, I hear something,” Tia muttered cutting the light on up front and closing the door behind us.

“Jey! I’m cummin!” I heard a familiar voice scream as I felt my heart stop.

“Kara,” I whispered as Tia covered her mouth in shock.

 “I know you are, cause this my pussy now, say it,” Jey moaned as Tia ran off the bus.

“It’s your pussy!” I heard Kara exclaim as I felt sick. “Kara,” I muttered again in disbelief as I heard her cum…I knew that sound anywhere.

My feet were stuck, I couldn’t move. The sounds of their bodies being one with each other filling the bus, I could hear Kara wetness as she gave him my pussy as she rode out her high.

My eyes widened in horror because I just knew Kara wouldn’t do this. Slowly, I made my way to the door.

She wouldn’t do that…..Not here….I felt my face twitching as their moans got louder.

“Yeah, that's it...Now, I want you to cum again for me,” Jey moaned as I snapped, kicking the door open.

There was my wife on top of my cousin. They didn’t break away from each other, Kara looked back at me out of breath.

“Can you please leave it’s my time to enjoy the bus. Since you and Tia have had your fair share of time on here. Jey and I gotta catch up,” she moaned still riding Jey as I reached out and tried to grab her.

“Have you lost your fuckin’ mind, Kara!” I Yelled as Jey moved her out of the way. “I’mma kill you dead!” I hissed attacking Jey as he tried to put back on his sweats.

“What’s wrong can’t take what you dish out, Uce?” Jey gloated catching me with an uppercut as I saw Kara grab her dress and run out into the living room area to probably get dressed.

Jey’s POV

“What you mad for, it’s the same shit you did with Tia,” I said punching Roman in the face as he fell against the wall.

“You motherfucker!” He yelled running towards me as we spilled out into the living room area trading blows.

“You stay away from her! I’ll kill you!” Roman shouted as we fought for dominance. I gauged his eyes, before smashing his face into the table as he fell onto the ground checking his nose.

“You stay away from Kara, you don’t deserve her,” I hissed as he chuckled.

“I see you still hit like a bitch,” Roman sneered as I growled pouncing on top of him and punching him as I heard the door opening.

“I heard you fuck like one,” I hissed as we tussled around the tight space. “Boys! Boys! Stop this now!” my aunt yelled as I paused in my actions as Kara looked at her in shock.

When the hell did she fly in?

“What is wrong wit ya’ll?” she cried as I climbed off of Roman trying to calm myself as Kara came to my side.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as I shook my head. “I’m good,” I said putting my shirt back and shoes back on as my aunt looked at Kara and me with disgust.

“I know ya’ll weren’t doing what I think you were in here?” she asked as I sighed.

“Yes, they were,” Tia instigated turning on the waterworks as Kara rolled her eyes.

“How could you do this to me, Kara,” Roman said getting up as Kara reached over and slapped him as soon as he got on his feet.

“How could I!?...... How could I do that to you?!”

“Yes, that’s a good question. How could you be out here sleepin’ with your husband’s cousin?” Janice said with disdain.

“Auntie, you don’t know the whole story,” I said as she shushed me.

“You’ve done enough Joshua! I can’t believe you did this, and at Roman’s home no less!” she hissed.

“I can’t believe you did this to us, Jey,” Tia said as I saw Kara out the corner of my eye about to leap so I stepped in the way. “Now ain’t the time,” I whispered as she stopped herself.

“I never took you for a slut, Kara…..Tia, I am so sorry this happened,” she said as Kara looked at me with pleading eyes to let her go. Seeing a  few tears escape her eyes, I released her.

Kara’s POV

I know damn well she didn’t just call me out my name. Looking around I saw how Roman was trying to shift blame as well as Tia and I realized she didn’t know.

She probably didn’t even know she had a granddaughter.

“You out here spending my son’s money and sleeping with his cousin. How low is that? I told him you were no good for him,” she said as I looked at her in shock.

I was no good for him…I was tired of crying but damn I had to let this hurt out to move on with my life. Watching her comfort Roman made my skin crawl.

“Yes, how low is that, huh,” I said walking towards her as Roman stepped in front of her.

“Kara,” he pleaded as I pushed him aside.

“How low…. And disgusting is that!” I gasped truly hurt by her words.

“Kara stop,” Roman interrupted again as I scoffed. Yea, she didn’t know but she was about to know now.

“I’ll tell you…You wanna know?….I’ll give you the lowdown on how low all this is,” I said, as she seemed on edge, not knowing what I was going to do or say.

“Your son started screwing my whore of a sister on this bus…. I was faithful, I gave up everything for him, I loved him, and that’s how he did me. Did you know she had his baby yesterday?” my voice cracking with emotion as she looked at roman in shock.

“A baby?” she whispered as Roman hung his head in shame.

“Yea, you’re a grandma,” I said as she looked at Tia who avoided her judgmental gaze.

“I don’t know how the hell it started with Roman and her, but I can tell you how everything started tonight with Jey and me…..It was Deliberate!………We did it on purpose,” I said looking at roman as he looked sick.

“And with every touch, kiss, caress…… Ever gasp as he claimed me, I felt better,” I said invading Roman’s space as he was crumbling before my eyes, as I explained my infidelity to him.

“You can stop now, Kara,” he whispered as I saw his face contorting from disbelief into anger at the thought of me having sex with not just anybody, but his cousin.

 “After every nibble, lick, and thrust, I felt even more better knowing you will never be able to step foot on this bus without picturing Jey and me in that damn bed and you deserve it,” I whispered my tears almost clouding my vision.

“There’s the part of you I knew existed Ms. Perfect,” Tia said as I grabbed her by the throat before anyone could stop me, throwing her up against the wall, choking her.

“I hate you! You’re like a fuckin’ cancer!” I screamed as her eyes widened in shock as she tried to pry my hands from around her throat.

“Kara! She just had a baby!" Roman yelled trying to move towards me but Jey stepped in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s not the time, she just had a baby, Kara,” he whispered as I let out a scream of frustration, letting her go. I just wanting just five minutes alone with her to beat her ass.

“I always knew you were crazy,” Tia coughed trying to catch her breath as Jey continued to hold me back as Janice shook her head at the scene playing out in front of her.

“I’mma see you again Tia, 'cause’ you gotta answer for what you did. And Roman, you will be hearing from my lawyer,” I said deathly calm, before storming off the bus with Jey behind me.

“Damn, I didn’t expect auntie to show up,” Jey said as we walked back to the car. I paused, turning around to face him.

“I’m sorry, I got you involved,” I said as he cut me off with kiss.

“No regrets,” he said with a smile as I nodded.

 “No regrets,” I whispered as we embraced…

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Roman’s POV

“Roman, I’m ready to go in the house,” my mother said her voice full of disappointment.” Here are the keys, I’ll be in,” I said as she nodded leaving Tia and me alone.

“Wow, Kara, was really outta control,” Tia whispered as I turned and looked at her.

“You really have fucked up my life,” I whispered as Tia jumped back as if I had struck her.

“Me! You could have said no.. You ain’t Mr. Innocent,” she screamed as I put my hair back in my manbun looking at the damage to the bus.

“Just tell me how much Tia?” I asked as she frowned at me.

“How much what Roman?” she asked as I sighed.

“You’re really gon’ make me ask you, huh…..Fine, how much will it take for you to leave town and sign over your rights to Logan?” I asked.

“Are you crazy, I’m not signing over my rights. Logan is my daughter Roman, and we are a package deal,” Tia said as it was my turn to frown at her.

“5 million.”

“No, Roman.”

“10 million, and I’ll get you a one-way ticket anywhere you wanna go. And I’ll even get your contract switched to raw if you still want to wrestle.” I said seeing the wheels turning in her head.

“It’s a starting point, but still not quite good enough,” she said with a smile as I growled.

 I was in my own personal hell......

“Tia, just leave me alone,” I said as she smiled getting off the bus, slamming the door behind her.

“You fucked up!” I hissed to myself, memories creeping in of the good times Kara and I shared here on this bus…The bad, where I destroyed my marriage, and tonight where Kara destroyed my soul.

“She’s, my wife!” I shouted picking up the chair beside me throwing it through the window, growling at the thought of Jey, hell, any man being inside her.

“Just had to keep sniffin’ around her!” I ranted knocking over anything I could, even kicking the door off the hinges in the bathroom.

Looking in the bedroom, the realization hit me hard.

“I caused this, I caused it all,” I muttered looking at the bed, the tangled sheets, the image of Kara on top of Jey, her moans as he claimed her invaded my mind.

Kara was right, I’ll never be able to step foot in here again without thinking about her and Jey…

“Welcome to my own personal hell,” I whispered into the night, and I finally realized I had nobody but myself to blame.

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