#jacob fatu x black oc

[acknowledge-reigns]

Animals | Jacob Fatu x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #8: Breeding & Marking

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight.

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals.

Animals, Like animals-mals..." 🎶

Description: Jacob celebrates his tag title win with his wife

Warnings: Breeding, marking, rough sex, possessiveness (on a healthy level?), somewhat primal, dirty talk, degradation, vaginal sex.

Face claim: Saweetie

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

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As always my fics are based in kayfabe, not about real people.

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Jacob sat in the bloodline locker room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his wife, Arielle. He had just won his first championship in WWE and was eager to celebrate with her. She had flown in just for his championship match.

As he paced back and forth, the door swung open and Arielle walked in, a smile on her face. "Congrats, babe," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm so proud of you."

Jacob and Arielle had been together for a little over five years, initially she was just his hairstylist. Nights and nights of sitting up just the two of them laughing and bonding while she did his retwist brought on feelings neither of them could ignore.

the amount of times she'd pop his hand with her comb and scold him for his inability to stay still made her feel like she was turning into her grandmama. No one knew how to work her last nerve like Jacob Fatu.

And coincidentally, no one had ever given her butterflies like Jacob Fatu. His laugh was contagious. His genuine personality. He'd swept her off her feet. The way his goofy ass had insisted on telling people that in this story the little mermaid falls for the big bad wolf, not the prince. This of course being a play on her name being Arielle and his gimmick being the Samoan werewolf.

Jacob spent the last 5+ years grinding and putting in blood, sweat and tears on the Indies to support her and their growing family, they had two children, Kirsten (4) and Samuel (2) whom Arielle had sent off with her parents for the weekend so that she and Jacob could have their moment to celebrate. The struggle was over.

Jacob pulled her close, breathing in her scent. "Thank you, baby," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Arielle looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what are we going to do to celebrate?" she asked.

Jacob grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have something in mind," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But I think we should go back to the hotel first."

Arielle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Lead the way," she said, a playful smile on her lips.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Jacob quickly pulled Arielle into the room and closed the door behind them. He pinned her against the wall, his body pressing against hers.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growled.

Jacob's hands roamed over Arielle's body, his touch possessive and hungry. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Arielle moaned as Jacob's lips moved down to her collarbone. "I'm all yours, Jacob," she said, her voice breathless. "I've always been yours."

Jacob pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. "Good," he said, his hands sliding down to her hips. "... 'Cause I'm bout to mark you as mine tonight."

He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling on top of her.

Jacob hovered over Arielle, his eyes roaming over her body. He could feel the heat building between them, the primal urge to claim her as his own growing stronger with every passing second.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Arielle moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Jacob broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. "I'm going to leave marks all over your body," he growled. "So that everyone knows you belong to me."

Arielle gasped as Jacob's teeth grazed her skin, the sharp sting sending a thrill through her body. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back. "Mark me, Jacob. I want everyone to know who I belong to..."

Jacob growled low in his throat, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of purple-ish red marks in his wake.

He moved down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and biting down gently. Arielle cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his way down her body.

Jacob positioned himself between Arielle's legs, his eyes locked on hers. "Ready for me to breed this lil pussy again, baby? " he said, his voice low and seductive.

He thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Arielle gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size.

Jacob began to move, his thrusts rough and possessive. He pounded into her relentlessly, his eyes burning with desire. "Mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Mine to fuck. Mine to mark. Mine to breed."

Arielle's moans filled the room, her body arching up to meet Jacob's every thrust. She could feel his primal desire, his need to claim her as his own, and it only served to turn her on even more.

"Harder," she gasped, her nails digging deeper into his back.

Jacob grunted, his pace quickening as he gave her exactly what she wanted. He drove into her with brutal force, his signature crazy eyes flashing with dominance.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled. "You like it when when I breed you like a lil bitch in heat.... Gonna knock you up again. Gotta grow the bloodline, babygirl."

Arielle's body tensed, her muscles clenching around Jacob's cock as he continued to pound into her. "Please," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Please, breed me, Jacob. I need it."

Jacob's thrusts became even more frantic, his movements becoming erratic as he felt his own release approaching.

"I'm going to come," Jacob growled, his body tensing. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum and breed you so good."

Arielle cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her own climax. "Yes!" she screamed, her back arching off the bed. "Yes, Jacob, breed me! Give me your cum!"

Jacob let out a guttural cry as he finally reached his peak, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat as he panted for breath.

Jacob lay on top of Arielle, his body spent but satisfied. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion. Jacob slowly pulled out of Arielle, wincing slightly at the loss of contact. He looked down at her, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

"Let me clean you up," he said, his voice low and gentle. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a towel, then began to wipe her down gently, making sure to be extra careful with her sensitive areas.

Once he was finished cleaning her up, Jacob tossed the towel aside and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He stroked her hair gently, his touch soothing and comforting.

"You did so well," he repeated, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You were such a good girl for your alpha." he stated, their honorific being 'Alpha' of course another play on the whole werewolf thing. As an avid romance reader, Arielle loved every bit of it.

Arielle snuggled into Jacob's chest, feeling safe and content in his arms. "I love you," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

Jacob tightened his arms around her, holding her close. "I love you too, baby," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "You're mine forever, and I'll always take care of you."

[luvrgirl4roman]

First Touch

Jacob Fatu x Aleena (Black plus size OC)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotected p in v, Oral (women receiving).

Happy Fatu Friday! I somewhat proofread. My apologies!

Aleena tossed and turned in her California king bed as she struggled to fall asleep. “I miss him, but I’m not going to let him think it’s okay to disrespect me,” she thought.

She met Jacob on a dating site about three months ago. They had been casually dating until a month ago when they decided to take their relationship to the next level. However, that was cut short almost a week ago when Aleena went over to Jacob’s house to retrieve her charger, only to be greeted by another woman.

“Hey, is Jacob here?” she asked.

“He’s in the shower right now. Who are you?” the woman asked.

“I’m his friend and just wanted to speak with him. I’ll catch him another time. Tell him Aleena stopped by.”

“I will,” she snarled back.

As Aleena walked away, the woman slammed the door, and her expression quickly turned into anger. “I would have never entertained him if he had a girlfriend or other women. He got me fucked up,” Aleena thought to herself as she headed back to her car. She blocked his number before she left his driveway and went about her day. Days had passed since she discovered Jacob’s "girlfriend," and Aleena tried to keep busy so she wouldn't have to think about it and get angry all over again.

Jacob's POV:

“Why isn’t this girl answering my texts or calls?” Jacob wondered, racking his brain for days, trying to figure out where things went wrong. He couldn’t get her out of his mind—her chubby cheeks when she smiled, her sweet but assertive demeanor, her beautiful chocolate skin, and the way her curves kept his attention. He wanted to bend her over his table during those nights they played UNO, but he aimed to be a gentleman for her.

While he was deep in thought, a knock on his door startled him. Hoping it was Aleena, he rushed to check and found it was his cousin, Cassandra.

“Hey cuz, what’s up?” he said as he invited her in.

“I left my shoes here the other day,” she replied, heading to his bathroom to grab them. Noticing that Jacob’s mind was elsewhere, she asked, “Everything okay?”

“Eh, I don’t know, man. I met this girl, and we were hanging out, but one day she cuts me off, and I don’t know what happened.”

“Pretty, short, chubby girl who drives a Toyota?” she asked.

“That’s her! How do you know her?”

Cassandra’s eyes darted to the floor once she realize what she done.

“She actually came over a couple of weeks ago, asking to speak to you. You were in the shower, so I told her…”

“I know you, you were probably rude, and she thought you was ol lady. Damn!”

She was always protective over her cousin, but she could tell this was different for him.

“I’m sorry, cuz. Do you want me to talk to her?” she offered.

“Nah, I got it.”

As he walked Cassandra to the door, Jacob thought of ways to get Aleena to talk to him. He wanted to clarify things and get back on track with her, but how would he get her attention?

Later that Day:

After dinner, Aleena settled into a warm bath with a glass of XXL Blackberry wine. Once she was done, she covered her body in mango papaya oil, slipped on a soft pink chemise with black lace trim, and put on her black slippers, spraying on her Forvr Mood "Hard to Get" fragrance. Grabbing the rest of her wine, she headed to her living room to light two Glade candles and snuggle up on her big leather sectional with a plush throw blanket and pillow. After two more glasses, she started her own karaoke night, pouring her tipsy heart out on her mic as thunder and rain poured outside.

In the middle of singing "Promise Ring" by Tiffany Evans, she was startled when her ring camera went off. Checking her phone, she saw Jacob at her door. She went to answer it, opening the door as her chemise rode up her thighs, her figure filling it out. He stood there with gold grills gleaming from his mouth, smelling amazing with his Noir lotion, taking in her outfit.

“Damn!" He exclaimed as he studied her full figure.

Aleena giggled.

"I-I just want to say that girl who answered my door the other day was my cousin." he explained 

“I believe you. I’m sorry for ignoring you,i was upset.” Aleena said softly.

At this point, she missed him. She's usually hesitant, but the softness in his eyes made her melt.

“It’s okay. I would have done the same. So, what do you got going on tonight?” he asked.

“Wine and karaoke. Wanna join?”

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed, eager.

She had him take off his shoes at the door and led him to the kitchen to offer him a drink. “I have wine, tequila, or Crown Royal. Which one do you want?”

“Crown Royal with ice"

She pulls a whiskey glass from her cabinet, then grabs the Crown Royal from her stainless steel refrigerator and uses the ice maker to add four ice cubes to the cup. She pours him a drink, and they head to the living room.

"You were having a good time, huh?" Jacob jokes, picking up the almost empty wine bottle from her black, modern-style LED coffee table.

"Sure was," she chuckles, picking up her wine glass.

"Sing me something," he says after sitting on the couch and sipping his whiskey.

"Okay," she replies.

Before she can start, Jacob grabs her plush waist and sits her on his lap.

"I’ve been thinking about you on my lap for weeks and the things I want to do to you," he whispers. His hands begin roaming her body as he lifts her chemise, grabbing two handfuls of her bare ass.

"What do you want to do to me?" she asks while turning around to straddle him on her sectional.

"I’d rather show you." He lifts her up so she’s standing on the couch, her core hovering over his face, and puts his head under her nightgown. Her legs spread open with Jacob's face in between them as she starts to ride his face while standing. As he latches onto her clit, he begins moaning, driving Aleena wild.

"Shit, that feels so good," she moans as she looks down, pulls up her chemise, and locks eyes with him. Jacob then sticks out his tongue, his golds shining, while she begins to drag her pussy against the tip of his tongue, back and forth. His beard tickles her inner thighs, becoming drenched in her juices.

"That pussy tastes so good, mama; I wanna feel it."

He unzips his pants, and his seven-inch, veiny brown dick springs out of his boxer briefs. Aleena grabs the base of it and begins to slide down on it. They collectively gasp as she fills herself with him, her walls clamping down on his member. Her legs are planted on the sectional as she starts a slow, steady rhythm, riding him.

"This feels better than I could imagine—so tight and wet. You keep riding me like this, I'm gonna cum quick," Jacob moans in her ear. That was the motivation she needed to hear, and she sped up her rhythm, bouncing her round ass on him.

"Ohhh, I see what you're trying to do. I got something for yo ass," Jacob says as he pulls Aleena off him, drags her plush blanket and pillow onto the floor, and strips both of them naked.

"All fours now," he commands.

"Yes sir," she replies, dropping onto all fours and arching her back, eager for a pounding.

"Trying to make me tap out? I'll show you what a tap out is," he growls. He shoves his manhood inside her warm cunt, digging his fingers into her thick waist as he begins to thrust deep inside her. A smack to her ass provides pleasurable pain for Aleena as Jacob continues to give it to her.

"Th...th...this is too much!" she moans, reaching back with her hand to stop Jacob from pounding her.

"Move that damn hand! You’re going to take this dick!" He pins both of her arms behind her back and continues to drill inside her.

"Aaaaahhhh, shit!" her muffled moans escape the pillow as Jacob pounds at her sweet spot.

 The mixture of her perfume, his scent, her vanilla passion fruit candles, and her desperation to climax fills the air. Jacob releases her hands, takes his right hand and wraps it around her throat, while his left hand has a fistful of her knotless braids.

"Cum all over this dick for me" Jacob comands. Aleena's body is beginning to be covered in goosebumps, and her eyes tear up as she reaches her peak. As his thrusts go deeper, her body shakes uncontrollably. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her juices gush onto Jacob's rod.

"Ahhhh, good girl; my turn," Jacob grins. He speeds up his rhythm inside her, and before he cums, he pulls out and paints her ass with his seed. They both collapse on the floor, Aleena face down on the pillow.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jacob says softly. He helps her up, and they head to her bedroom to shower and get ready for round two.

[mjonthetrack]

vice: book IV

Chapter 136 – "Just You and Me"

The Fatu compound was buzzing with final wedding prep—flowers arriving in bulk, kids running through sand with frosting on their faces, aunties shouting instructions, uncles blasting music way too loud—but upstairs, tucked away in the quiet of their private room, Jacob and Tamika had finally stolen a moment alone.

He had pulled her in here under the excuse of checking on the tuxedo schedule, but the second the door clicked shut, he backed her into it gently, hands sliding along her waist. She was in an oversized Tupac tee and shorts, her curls piled high, no makeup, skin glowing from the warm island sun. His heart hit a rhythm only she could summon.

"You look like you could be a problem tonight," he murmured, his voice that deep gravel laced with mischief.

Tamika smirked. “Boy, don’t start. We got things to do—cake tasting, table assignments, flower drama—”

“Uh huh. Sounds like other people’s problems. You? You mine.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You sound real possessive for someone who been sneak-eating all the red velvet samples.”

He grinned, proudly unbothered. “You gon’ marry me anyway. Might as well know what you signing up for.”

That made her pause. The laughter lingered, but something softer tugged at her chest. Two days. Two days and she’d be a wife. His wife. After all the years, the trauma, the letters she never got to send, the letters he never got to write… here they were. Whole. Healing. Home.

Jacob must’ve felt it too. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the side of her mouth, slow like he was memorizing her in real time. “You ever think we’d actually get here?” he asked quietly, his hand resting low on her stomach.

Tamika swallowed. Her voice was rough when it came. “I used to dream about it in pieces. In between praying you were alive and wondering if you hated me for not coming sooner.”

His jaw tightened, then loosened as he brushed her cheek with his knuckles. “I never hated you. I hated the world for makin’ you carry so much. I hated myself. But not you. Never you.”

Tears welled quick and hot, and Tamika blinked them back. “I didn’t think I’d get a love like this. Not with all the mess I came with.”

Jacob caught her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “You think I care about mess, Mama T? I am the mess. You the blessing that came to sit in the middle of it.”

A tear slipped, but she was laughing too, sniffling as she smacked his chest. “Damn, you poetic now?”

“Shut up and kiss me, woman,” he growled.

She did.

It was slow, deep, familiar. A kiss that knew all the past and still promised a future. His hands slid down to her thighs, lifting her up as she wrapped around his waist. They moved to the bed in a tangle of heat and history, Tamika pulling off his shirt with practiced ease.

“I love you,” she whispered into his skin.

“I love you more,” he mumbled into her neck.

“You always say that.”

“‘Cause it’s always true.”

They didn’t rush. It wasn’t about the heat, though the heat was there—always. It was about grounding. About remembering who they were under the wedding, the family, the noise. It was just Jacob and Tamika. Two broken kids who grew into something powerful together.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat and whispered laughter, she rested on his chest, playing with the chain around his neck.

“You ready?” she asked.

“For the wedding?”

“For everything.”

He nodded, kissing her hair.

“With you? Yeah. I been ready since I was 16.”

Chapter 138: “One More Sleep”

The sun was high over Samoa, but Tamika didn’t care. She was curled up on a large couch in one of the guest villas, legs tucked under a plush throw, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. She’d been crying on and off for an hour. No one could even blame pregnancy hormones at this point—though they didn’t help—because the truth was simple:

She just wanted her man.

“Poppa,” she sniffled softly, rubbing her belly like it might summon him. “I just want my damn poppa.”

Leilapua passed her another tissue, her own soft eyes glistening with shared emotions. “You see him tomorrow, sis. It’s almost here.”

Tamika wiped her nose with a scoff. “Tomorrow too far. I swear to God, if this baby could walk, we’d be halfway to his villa by now.”

Meanwhile…

Jacob was damn near about to snap.

Third time in the mirror. Third goddamn time trying on the custom black-on-black traditional suit, and it still didn’t feel right. Or maybe it wasn’t the suit.

It was her.

He paced in front of the mirror, half-dressed now, shirt unbuttoned and gold chain glinting as he ran his hands down his face. “This some bullshit,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. “Why we even doin’ this whole ‘can’t see the bride’ crap? She pregnant! What if she need somethin’? What if she—”

“Bro,” Jey said from the couch, amused. “She’s good. She got Leilei, Marsai, Nadia—”

“I don’t give a damn who she got,” Jacob snapped, pointing at nothing in particular. “That’s my woman. My baby in there. My house. My goddamn wedding.”

Jimmy laughed, leaned back. “Aight, now he in the spiral. Told y’all he wouldn’t last one day without her.”

Zilla stood against the wall chewing a toothpick, chuckling. “Uce pacing like he the one 'bout to go into labor.”

Sefa, fixing the sleeve of his own crisp cream shirt, grinned. “I get it though. Leilei couldn’t walk by a coconut tree without me followin’ her ass when she hit five months.”

Jacob muttered under his breath. “She probably over there cryin’ too.”

“She is,” said Jey. “We got spies.”

Zilla smirked. “Dulce texted us a minute ago. Said ‘Tia been sobbin like someone canceled her season of Love & Hip Hop.’”

Jacob cracked a smile.

Just a little one.

Because damn, he missed her.

Chapter 139: “Special Delivery”

It was just past midnight in Samoa, and the island air was thick with humidity and nerves. Under the massive white tent glowing dimly with hanging lanterns, Jacob and his groomsmen were half-silent, half-vibing to a soft playlist as they lounged around on oversized floor cushions and low chairs.

Jey was scrolling through his phone. Jimmy was cracking sunflower seeds with military precision. Sefa was leaning back sipping coconut water, clearly trying to keep it healthy, while Zilla sat like a statue in the corner, chewing a toothpick and watching everyone like he was back on the yard.

Jacob, though?

He was posted up in a chair, legs stretched out, bouncing one knee like it owed him money. His gold chain glinted every time he shifted.

“She still cryin’?” he muttered, eyes low.

“She cried three times, cussed once, and threw a smoothie,” Jey replied without looking up.

Jimmy snorted. “That’s love.”

Then came a sudden rustling outside the tent. Something moving through the foliage.

Everyone froze.

Zilla sat up straighter, instinct on alert. “What the—?”

The tent flap shifted—

—and a small hooded figure ninja rolled under the side curtain.

The hell?

The person army-crawled over the carpet like a trained operative, muttering furious Spanish under her breath the entire way. When she reached the middle of the tent, the hoodie-covered form rose to her feet, brushed herself off, and hissed, “¡Dios mío! My knees not built for all that grass! Shit!”

Jacob blinked. “Dulce?”

The hoodie was tugged down. The big shades pushed up.

Dulce rubbed the back of her neck, holding out a folded note like it was top secret. “She made me promise. Said you needed to read it before you sleep.” She shifted her weight, glancing at the stunned men around her. “Also, I’m not tryin’ to catch a one-star midwife review on Yelp. You know how dramatic your woman is.”

Jimmy let out a wheezing laugh.

Sefa blinked in confusion. “How did you even—?”

“I scaled the damn fence and rolled through the mango grove. My edges are in danger.”

Zilla looked her up and down like she’d grown two heads. “You a whole damn problem,” he muttered, but there was a trace of a grin at the corners of his mouth.

Jey was already clutching his chest, laughing. “Ain’t no way. This little—yo, did she really sneak into the groom tent?”

Jacob ignored all of it. His eyes locked on the letter.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, already opening it.

Dulce, ever the chaos fairy, backed up slowly like she hadn’t just compromised the entire sacred groom sanctuary. “You ain’t see me,” she said, slipping her hoodie back on. “I was never here.”

“Too late,” Jimmy called after her. “I already texted the group chat.”

She threw up a single middle finger and rolled back out the way she came, slipping into the shadows like a short brown bat in sneakers.

Jacob unfolded the letter. His fingers slowed as he took in the familiar slanted cursive.

Poppa, I know it’s bad luck or whatever but I don’t care. I miss you. I can’t sleep. I want tomorrow to come faster just so I can see your face. Just so I can breathe again. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. Hurry up and marry me. —Your Mama T.

He exhaled slow. Real slow.

Zilla side-eyed the letter. “That woman got you wrapped.”

Jacob didn’t argue.

“Damn right she do.”

Chapter 140: “Return to Sender”

Jacob was still staring at Tamika’s letter, heart slow-thudding in his chest, when he heard it:

Rustling.

Scraping.

A grunt.

Jey squinted toward the side of the tent. “Ay yo... is that...?”

“¡Coño!”

The night split open with the sound of struggling.

Dulce.

They all stood and stepped out just in time to see a small, hoodie-clad figure mid-fence hop, clinging like a koala with one leg over and the other dangling.

Sefa gasped. “She going back?!”

“Shhh!” Jimmy was already reaching for his phone. “This better than Netflix—”

Suddenly, Dulce froze, eyes wide, realizing she was busted. She clutched the now slightly crinkled letter in one hand like it was a sacred scroll, growled, “Don’t y’all say shit!”—then immediately tried to hurry over the fence.

Her foot slipped.

THUMP.

She fell over the side, hit the grass hard, and let out a dramatic “¡Maldita sea!” before scrambling to her feet. She snatched the letter back from Jacob—“Give me that! You gon’ get me fired!”—then took off in a limping run, hoodie flapping, voice trailing through the night.

“¡Carajo! My hip! Why am I even doing this—I’m not even in the wedding party!”

The men were howling.

Jey leaned into Jimmy, wiping his eyes. “Bro. BRO. She a menace.”

Sefa was doubled over. “Did she just limp off like she didn’t roll her ankle?!”

Zilla, arms crossed and lips twitching, muttered, “That's y’all cousin now. Not mine.”

Back in the women’s side of the compound, candles were flickering, mocktails were half-full, and Tamika was curled up in her robe, eyes red from crying earlier, belly gently moving under her silk set.

The door creaked.

Dulce appeared—hoodie half on, braid loose, sweat-damp with grass stuck to her knees, looking like she had been in a bootcamp war movie.

She didn’t say a word—just walked over, handed Tamika the now gently folded letter, and dramatically placed a finger over her lips.

Tamika blinked at her. “...You ran?”

“I ninja’d. I somersaulted. I almost died.”

“You okay?”

“No,” Dulce said seriously. “But he read it.”

Tamika clutched the note, smile trembling on her lips. “Thank you.”

Dulce only nodded, one hand over her heart like she’d just completed a mission for the FBI. Then she turned and disappeared toward the back, muttering in Spanish about needing to ice her knee and wash off betrayal and mosquitoes.

In the distance, the men were still laughing.

And somewhere deep in the grass, Dulce’s dignity lay where she dropped it—but the mission?

Complete.

Chapter 139 – “The Day Love Wore White”

The sun rose over the island with soft golden light filtering through the palm trees, casting warm shadows on the sprawling Fatu compound. There was an electric buzz in the air—half nerves, half joy—and everyone felt it. Today was the day. After decades of love, loss, pain, and reunion, Jacob and Tamika were finally getting married.

Inside the bridal suite, chaos was dressed in pink silk robes and glitter.

Tamika stood at the vanity, her baby bump rounding the white lace robe she wore. Her makeup was halfway done, one eye smoked out, the other untouched. A makeup artist hovered nervously as Tamika sniffled, hormonal tears threatening to mess everything up again.

“I just want him,” she whined softly, fanning her face. “I just want my poppa and this damn dress to zip up over this belly—ugh!”

Dulce was already at her side, pulling out a mini fan and fanning her. “Mami breathe. You looking like a snack with a side of tres leches, you hear me?” she said, voice steady with a teasing smirk.

Marsai was tying up her curls beside Leilapua, who was propped in a chair drinking her pregnancy tea. Nadia was sitting cross-legged on the floor helping Jasmine try on her flower girl shoes. The suite was bursting with perfume, soft R&B, curling irons, and laughter.

Across the compound, in the groom’s tent, Jacob was a different kind of wreck.

“Damn cuffs too tight,” he muttered, pacing in his polished shoes for the third time. “Where she at now? She eaten? Somebody better tell me she eaten.”

“You ain't even walked down the aisle yet, Uce,” Jey said, shaking his head but grinning as he adjusted his own cuffs. “You moving like she got another trimester to go.”

“Man, I just don’t like her stressin’,” Jacob mumbled. “She pregnant, sensitive, cryin' over commercials and sappy TikToks... I miss her.”

Zilla, posted in the corner in all black with a toothpick in his mouth, snorted. “Shoulda just got married last week when you said it the first time. All this waitin’ made you soft, big dawg.”

Sefa laughed, fixing his tie. “You soft too now, don’t act brand new.”

Jimmy and Jey shared a look before Jimmy clapped a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “She waited all this time for you. You got this. You her forever.”

Jacob exhaled hard, chest puffed out. “A’ight. Let’s do this.”

Back in the bridal suite, Tamika was finally zipped into her dress. It was stunning—off-the-shoulder ivory silk that flowed over her curves and framed her belly like royalty. The veil was pinned in, her hair swept up with delicate twists and pearls. The room fell silent.

“Damn,” Dulce said softly, stepping back. “You look like a whole goddess, Tia.”

Even Tamika blinked at her reflection. “Shit... I do.”

A knock came at the door and Jasmine ran to it. A soft voice on the other side: “Time to line up.”

Everyone scrambled—fixing edges, fluffing skirts, checking teeth. Dulce pressed a hand to Tamika’s back as she stood tall.

“You ready, Queen?”

Tamika nodded, misty-eyed. “More than ever.”

And with that, the music began to play outside, and love, dressed in white and joy, stepped forward to meet her forever.

Chapter 139 — “The Day Everything Changes”

The island sun cracked through the windows of the Fatu compound like it knew the day was blessed.

Tamika sat upright in the grand bridal suite, surrounded by satin, steam, and so much perfume her head was spinning. She was six months pregnant, glowing and hormonal, with her stomach rounded and her heart racing. Her silk robe clung to her curves, the baby bump front and center. Nadia was straightening her edges while Marsai filed her nails, and Leilapua adjusted her belly wrap before applying lip gloss. Dulce was yelling across the room in three languages, directing hair and makeup like a military operation.

"¡Apúrate! No crooked lashes today, coño! This ain’t a quinceañera!" she barked at one of the stylists, hands on her hips.

Tamika breathed in slow, her eyes glassy. "Y’all... is this really happening? Like, I'm about to be somebody's wife?"

“You been his wife,” Marsai snorted, adjusting Tamika’s silk robe collar with care. “This just the ceremony to match the vibe.”

Nadia giggled, smoothing edge control on Tamika’s baby hairs. “Been that man’s rib since Oregon, girl. Don’t even play.”

Dulce walked up, holding a flute of sparkling cider and a protein bar. “Drink this, eat this, or I will strap you to that chair and inject nutrients. You passing out during vows ain’t on my watch.”

Tamika laughed shakily, tearing up again. “I love y’all so much.”

“We know, Mama T,” Leilapua whispered, kissing her cheek.

—

Meanwhile, the groom’s tent looked like a war zone of black tuxedos, gold cufflinks, and male anxiety.

Jacob had tried on his outfit three times. His tie was off, his collar unbuttoned, his hair freshly lined up but messy from his constant pacing.

“Y’all ever seen a grown man chew a hole in the floor?” Jey muttered, flopped back in one of the lounge chairs.

Jimmy was lighting a cigar with a smirk. “This man ain’t been right all week. Since she left the tent last night, he’s been pacing like we in lockdown again.”

Sefa chuckled, straightening his own jacket. “I swear he started ironing his socks this morning.”

Zilla sipped from his flask. “Ayo, I like her for him though. She real. Got that same fire as him. She be cussing his ass out in love.”

Jacob finally froze and looked at them all. “Y’all think she good? Nobody stressed her out this morning? Her dress still fit? Dulce ain’t killed no stylists, right?”

Jey grinned. “You know she ninja rolled into the tent last night to hand you that letter, right?”

“I caught her trying to hop the fence like Spider-Man,” Sefa added.

“Limped off with half her dignity and all the drama,” Jimmy snorted.

Jacob cracked a real smile for the first time that day, holding that letter close in his inside pocket. “She just wanted to say she loved me again before we couldn’t talk till the ceremony.”

Zilla gave a low whistle. “That’s love, bro.”

They all sobered up.

Then, the music started to swell faintly from the villa’s back garden. The first guests were arriving. The family was assembling. Everything they’d built, bled for, healed through — it was all coming together.

“Alright,” Jacob said finally, shoulders back, pride in every breath. “Let’s go get my wife.”

The men followed, black tuxedos crisp against the golden light.

And on the other side of the compound, Tamika stood in front of the full-length mirror, belly soft beneath her custom lace gown, her veil falling over her curls like mist. Her hands trembled slightly.

Dulce was behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready, Mami?”

Tamika blinked at her reflection. She didn’t see a girl from the block. She didn’t see her old trauma. She saw a woman who survived it all.

A future. A legacy.

She grinned through her tears.

“Let’s go get my husband.”

Chapter 140: The Wedding Day - Part 2

The air in the villa was thick with excitement, nerves, and the distant sound of chatter as the final preparations for Jacob and Tamika's wedding were underway. Tamika stood in the center of the room, her bridal party hustling around her like a well-oiled machine. The air smelled of flowers and freshly applied makeup, while the sound of giggles and soothing voices filled the space. She was surrounded by Leilapua, Nadia, Marsai, and Dulce—each one of them handling a task, helping her with her dress, or wiping away a stray tear as the reality of the moment sank in.

“Tamika, you’re glowing,” Nadia said with a soft smile, smoothing down the fabric of the bridal gown. “You look like you just walked out of a dream.”

Tamika looked at her reflection, blinking away a few tears. It felt surreal. The months of planning, of uncertainties, of the emotional rollercoaster—this was it. She was about to marry the love of her life, the father of her children. But with the joy came an undeniable ache in her chest, an ache she couldn’t explain fully. Hormones, she told herself. The pregnancy. The nerves. It was everything.

“I hope my mascara doesn’t run,” Tamika whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “I’m trying not to cry.”

Leilapua leaned in and whispered, “If you cry, it’s okay. We’ve got tissues and waterproof mascara ready.”

Tamika chuckled through her tears, brushing a hand over her belly. “I’m just so damn emotional today. It’s like everything is hitting at once.”

As she turned to look at the window, her gaze landed on Jacob’s villa, just across the compound. She could almost feel him pacing, unable to sit still. He’d been anxious about this day for weeks, and the minutes that ticked by seemed to stretch for eternity.

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from him.

“Babe, I miss you. Can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle. I love you. Don’t cry on me today. You’ve got this.”

She smiled softly, her heart swelling. It felt like a lifetime ago that they were just two people trying to figure things out. Now, here they were, ready to take the leap into forever.

Meanwhile, in the groom’s quarters, Jacob was anything but calm. He paced back and forth, adjusting his tux for the third time, glancing at the mirror as if he could somehow force his reflection into perfection. His best men—Jimmy, Sefa, and Jacob’s cousins—milled around, trying to keep things light.

“You good, bro?” Jimmy asked, looking over his shoulder as he adjusted his tie.

“No, man. I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” Jacob admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I’m about to marry the woman I’ve wanted for years. And I’m still... I don’t know... freaking out. What if I mess up?”

Sefa chuckled, tossing Jacob a glass of water. “Ain’t no messing up. You’ve already come too far. This is it, man. Let it happen. No need to worry.”

Jacob sighed, finally taking a seat, his nerves still buzzing in his chest. "I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. And now it’s finally here. But it’s... overwhelming."

“Just breathe,” Jimmy said, his usual playful attitude softened. “And trust me, she’s just as nervous as you are. You guys are meant to be.”

But Jacob wasn’t hearing much of it. His thoughts were consumed by Tamika, her glow, her strength, her everything. He knew what he wanted, but that didn’t stop his mind from spinning.

"Why do I feel like I’m about to jump off a cliff?" Jacob muttered.

Sefa, leaning against the wall, chuckled. “Because you’re finally doing it, bro. You’re marrying the love of your life.”

Back with the bridesmaids, the ceremony was drawing closer, and the tension was palpable. Tamika was finally in her dress, a vision of elegance and grace that took everyone’s breath away. Her friends couldn’t help but tear up as they watched her, proud of the woman she had become.

Marsai held up a small mirror so Tamika could see her final look. “You are literally a queen, Tamika. I can’t even...”

Tamika shook her head, fighting off more tears. “I feel like one right now, but also like I’m about to fall apart.”

Leilapua came to stand beside her, squeezing her hand. “No falling apart. Not today. Today is your day. He’s going to fall in love with you all over again.”

At the sound of the music cueing the ceremony to begin, the room grew silent. The atmosphere shifted. Tamika stood still, breathing in deeply as she looked at her friends, her support system, her family, and her soon-to-be husband.

Her thoughts flashed to their journey, to all the struggles they had faced, to all the love they had built. Now, it was all culminating in this moment. The moment where her heart would beat with his forever.

Outside, the guests were beginning to take their seats, the sun casting a golden glow over the setting. Jacob stood at the altar, his eyes glued to the aisle, waiting. His hands were trembling slightly, but he was determined to hold it together. Today wasn’t about nerves; it was about commitment. It was about saying yes to a lifetime with the woman he loved.

And as the music played, the doors to the venue opened, revealing Tamika in her bridal gown, walking toward him. The crowd gasped in awe, but Jacob only saw her. The love of his life. His woman. The mother of their children.

She was everything.

Chapter 141: The Vows, The Kiss, The Reception

As the soft strains of the wedding march filled the air, the guests rose in unison, turning toward the grand entrance. Tamika stood just behind the doors, her heart racing, her hands trembling ever so slightly. She could hear the hushed whispers of excitement from the crowd, but all she could focus on was the man waiting for her at the altar.

Leilapua gave her a gentle smile and a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before stepping back. “You’ve got this,” she whispered.

Tamika nodded, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t believe it—this was really happening. She was about to marry Jacob. The man who had been through it all with her. The man who had never given up on them, no matter what.

And then, with a deep breath, the doors opened.

The sunlight poured into the venue as Tamika began her slow walk down the aisle. Every step felt like it took an eternity, but every single one was filled with love and anticipation. Her eyes met Jacob’s, and the moment their gazes locked, her heart did a little flip. His expression softened, his lips curving into a smile that made her knees weak.

He was waiting for her. She was ready to walk toward him.

As she reached the altar, Jacob took her hands in his, his grip strong and reassuring. He could barely speak, his emotions a tangled mess of love, joy, and nerves. All he could do was look at her, his eyes full of admiration.

Tamika stood beside him, feeling the weight of this moment. Everything had led to this. She had loved him through it all, through every struggle, every moment of uncertainty. And now, she was here, ready to say the words that would bind them forever.

The officiant cleared his throat, breaking the silence, and began the ceremony with a warm smile.

“Jacob and Tamika,” he said, his voice carrying across the quiet room, “you stand here today, surrounded by family and friends, to commit yourselves to each other for life. As you stand before me, you hold in your hands not just the future, but the love that has carried you both through every trial and tribulation. And so, we come to the vows.”

Jacob squeezed Tamika’s hand, his voice low but clear as he spoke the words that had been on his mind for years.

“Tami, I promise to love you—through the hard days and the easy ones, through the quiet moments and the chaos. I will always stand by you, protect you, and never take a single second with you for granted. You are my heart, my soulmate, and I am honored to call you my wife today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

Tamika’s eyes glistened with tears, her heart swelling with the love and sincerity in his words. Her turn came, and with a trembling breath, she spoke her vows, her voice steady despite the emotions she was feeling.

“Jacob, I promise to love you fiercely and without hesitation. To build a life with you, full of laughter, love, and even the hard moments. I promise to be your strength when you need it, to hold your hand when the world feels too heavy, and to cherish you every day. You are my forever, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The officiant nodded, his smile broadening. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Jacob didn’t hesitate. He pulled Tamika into him, his hands cupping her face as he leaned down. The kiss was tender at first, a soft connection of lips that spoke volumes of all the years they had spent together. Then, it deepened, the years of love, passion, and history between them coming alive in that single, electrifying moment. The crowd erupted into cheers, but all Tamika could hear was the sound of Jacob’s heartbeat, steady and sure, just like the man he was.

As they pulled apart, their smiles couldn’t have been wider. Jacob took her hand, leading her down the aisle once more, this time as husband and wife. The applause echoed around them, but it was like a distant hum. Nothing mattered more than this moment—than being with each other.

The reception was a blur of laughter, music, and joy. The newlyweds made their entrance, the entire room rising to celebrate them. The tables were adorned with elegant floral arrangements and soft lighting, giving the space a warm, intimate feel. Guests were already mingling, grabbing drinks, and congratulating the couple.

Tamika felt like she was walking on air as they made their way to the head table. Jacob’s arm was around her, pulling her close, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Ready to party, Mrs. Fatu?” he asked, his voice laced with excitement.

Tamika grinned, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. Let’s do this.”

The music began to play, and the couple took the floor for their first dance. The world melted away as they swayed together, their bodies moving in perfect sync. It was as if they had been dancing together for a lifetime.

Around them, the reception buzzed with life. The laughter of their friends and family, the clinking of glasses, and the hum of conversation filled the room. But for Tamika and Jacob, the only thing that mattered was each other. The beginning of their forever.

Later, as the night wore on, the cake was cut, and the guests reveled in celebration. Jacob and Tamika found themselves at the center of it all, laughing, dancing, and simply enjoying the beauty of this moment.

Tamika pulled Jacob close for another kiss, her fingers threading through his hair. “We did it,” she whispered, her voice filled with joy.

Jacob’s hand slid to her waist as he grinned. “This is only the beginning, Tami. We’ve got a lifetime of this ahead of us.”

And in that moment, surrounded by their loved ones and the glow of a thousand lights, they knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Chapter 142: The Arrival

The villa had been quiet for most of the day, the sound of the ocean waves a soothing backdrop to Jacob and Tamika’s honeymoon glow. They’d just returned from their month long tropical getaway, their minds still on the romantic bliss they’d just shared. But today, there was something more pressing at hand.

Tamika sat on the couch, rubbing her belly with a soft sigh. Her hand brushed over the bump, a gentle smile on her face. It felt like everything was falling into place.

But then, the tightening came.

She froze. A rush of awareness hit her. It was time.

"Jacob…" she murmured, her voice breathy, as her hand gripped the armrest.

Jacob was at her side in an instant, his face pale. “Tamika? What’s wrong, baby?” He immediately crouched in front of her, hands on her knees, eyes searching her face.

“It’s happening,” she said, taking a shallow breath as another contraction hit. Her heart started to race. “I think it’s time.”

Jacob barely had a chance to react. He reached for his phone, dialing Dulce’s number quickly, his fingers shaky. "Yo, Dulce, it’s time. Tamika’s in labor. Can you get here now?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned back to Tamika, trying to keep his cool. “Okay, baby, stay with me. Dulce’s on her way. You’re gonna be alright. We’re ready for this.”

Tamika nodded, squeezing his hand tightly as the pressure built. The contractions were coming fast now.

Soon enough, Dulce arrived, her presence a calming force in the chaos. She wasted no time, getting straight to work with a focused energy that felt like second nature to her. Her calm, nurturing vibe made the tension in the room dissipate.

“Tamika, I need you to breathe, mami,” Dulce said, setting up the area with practiced efficiency. “Just breathe, okay? We’re gonna do this.”

Tamika nodded, still trying to stay focused, but the pain was getting stronger. She looked up at Jacob, who was pacing, his eyes never leaving her. “I can’t do this…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Yeah, you can,” Jacob said, crouching next to her again, his voice a little rough. “You’ve got this. We’re in this together, baby. You’re not alone.”

The rest of the family started trickling in. Jey, Nadia, and their kids—JJ, the triplets, and little Kyree—arrived first, bringing a bit of loud, chaotic energy with them. Nadia immediately went to Tamika’s side, giving her a warm smile.

“You got this, Tami,” Nadia said softly. “I’m here. We all are.”

Jey followed behind with a glass of water in his hand. “Yeah, don’t worry. We’re gonna make sure everything’s good. All you gotta do is focus on breathing.”

Their kids were running around, full of energy, but even they sensed the importance of the moment. Little JJ, the eldest, peeked over at his mom and gave her a reassuring thumbs-up. He was clearly excited to meet the baby.

Then came Jimmy and Marsai, with their three kids in tow. Messiah, the oldest, was bouncing around excitedly, while the twins, Jonathan Jr. and Obassi, sat quietly in their strollers, watching everything with wide eyes. Jimmy gave Jacob a firm slap on the shoulder.

“Man, you good?” Jimmy asked, his usual laid-back tone replaced with an edge of concern.

“I’m fine, bro,” Jacob said, his voice a little shaky. “Just… just nervous.”

Sefa and Leilapua were next, stepping in quietly. Sefa, Jacob’s younger cousin, was always a calming presence, while Leilapua, pregnant herself, gave Tamika a soft smile and a gentle wave.

“You’re doing great, Tami,” Leilapua said, her voice full of empathy. She placed a hand on Tamika’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine.”

And then there was Zilla. The youngest of the Fatu cousins, Zilla had always been the quiet one, observing more than speaking, but his presence was undeniable. He stood by the door for a moment, taking in the scene before quietly making his way over to sit next to Jacob, offering him a silent show of support.

Dulce continued to guide Tamika through the contractions, her calm voice cutting through the tension. “Okay, mami, one more push, you’re almost there.”

Jacob squeezed Tamika’s hand as she closed her eyes, focusing on Dulce’s voice. “I’m right here, baby. You’ve got this.”

The room was filled with the soft sounds of encouragement. Marsai, Jey, and Nadia were all chiming in, offering words of support, while the younger kids stayed close to their parents, quietly watching the intensity of the moment unfold.

And then it happened. With one final push, the room was filled with the sound of a newborn's first cry. Jacob's heart nearly stopped.

“She’s here,” Dulce said, her voice filled with warmth and joy as she placed the baby into Tamika’s arms. “Congratulations, you two. It’s a girl.”

Tamika’s breath hitched as she looked down at the tiny baby in her arms, her heart swelling. “She’s perfect,” she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Jacob leaned in, kissing Tamika’s forehead. “You did it, baby. We did it.”

The family gathered around, their faces lighting up with joy. Jey pulled Jacob into a hug, clapping him on the back. “Man, congrats. She’s beautiful.”

Leilapua beamed. “She looks just like you, Tami. Welcome to the world, little one.”

Sefa smiled, a rare softness in his eyes. “She’s gonna be strong, just like her mom.”

As the family huddled around to take in the newest member of the Fatu clan, Dulce quietly stood to the side, watching the moment unfold. Her eyes lingered on Zilla for a moment, but she quickly turned her attention back to Tamika, making sure the new mother was comfortable.

As the family spent the next few hours celebrating, the room filled with laughter and chatter, Tamika and Jacob stole a quiet moment to themselves.

“Thank you for everything,” Tamika whispered, her voice full of emotion as she looked up at Jacob, her heart full.

“I’ll thank you later, baby,” Jacob said, his grin wide. “Right now, I’m just gonna keep staring at our little girl.”

And as the rest of the Fatu family gathered to meet the newest member, one thing was clear—this was only the beginning of their story.

Chapter 143: Meet Noe

The morning sun poured through the large windows of the villa, casting a soft, golden light over the room. Tamika lay in bed, holding her newborn daughter, Noe, wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Jacob sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders as he gazed down at his daughter with a mixture of awe and love.

The room was bustling with energy as the family filtered in, each of them eager to meet the new arrival.

First, Nadia and Jey came in, the triplets bouncing around excitedly behind them. JJ stepped forward first, his big brown eyes wide with curiosity. He gingerly approached Tamika, looking at Noe in her arms.

“She’s so tiny,” JJ whispered, his voice full of wonder. His face lit up when he looked at his cousin. “She’s gonna be so fun to play with.”

Tamika smiled, lifting Noe up slightly so JJ could get a better look. “You’re gonna be the best big cousin, JJ. She’s gonna look up to you.”

Jey and Nadia stood behind their son, grinning. Nadia gave Tamika a gentle nod. “She’s beautiful, Tami. You did amazing. Congrats, mama.”

“I can’t believe she’s here already,” Jey added, a proud smile on his face as he leaned over to peek at the baby. “She’s gonna keep you on your toes, Jacob.”

Jacob laughed softly, his arm tightening around Tamika. “I think she already is.”

Next to enter were Jimmy and Marsai, followed by their children. Messiah, with his curious, wide-eyed gaze, approached cautiously, as if unsure of what to expect. Jonathan Jr. and Obassi, barely a year old, were content to sit in their strollers, babbling happily as they watched the older kids.

Marsai, her smile warm and comforting, stepped forward with Jimmy by her side. She placed a gentle hand on Tamika’s shoulder. “She’s precious, Tami,” Marsai said, her voice full of tenderness. “You both did so well.”

Jimmy raised a fist in Jacob’s direction. “Man, congrats. You’re officially outnumbered.”

Tamika chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “I think I’m already outnumbered with these two,” she said, glancing at the triplets running around, “but it’s worth it.”

Leilapua and Sefa came in next, Leilapua’s smile beaming as she looked at the baby in Tamika’s arms. She placed a hand on her growing belly as she bent over to peek at Noe.

“Y’all have another beautiful one,” Leilapua said. “She looks just like you, Tamika.”

Sefa stood behind her, a quiet smile on his face. “She’s gonna be a strong one, just like her mom.”

Then, Zilla, the youngest Fatu cousin, stepped forward. His usually reserved expression softened as he took in the sight of the little girl, his gaze lingering on her with an unexpected tenderness.

“She’s so tiny,” Zilla murmured, crouching down to get a better look. “Congratulations, Jacob. She’s gonna be something special.”

Dulce, who had been standing by the bedside, quietly monitoring Tamika’s vitals, couldn't hold back the grin that stretched across her face. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she looked at the newborn girl in Tamika’s arms.

"Mira! You did amazing, Tia," Dulce said, her voice full of warmth and admiration. She wiped her hands on her scrubs before giving Tamika a soft pat on the shoulder. "You both did. You’re officially my hundredth baby delivered, and I may be biased because I’m a new friend, but she’s the prettiest so far.”

The room erupted in a chorus of laughter, with the Fatu cousins and their wives all sharing in the moment.

“She’s got that Fatu glow,” Jacob teased, a proud grin on his face as he looked down at his daughter.

“Definitely,” Jimmy agreed, giving Jacob a playful shove. “She’s got that Fatu charm. Watch out world.”

As the family crowded around to meet Noe, the joy in the room was palpable. Tamika and Jacob exchanged a soft smile, their hearts full. Their little girl had already been embraced by the entire Fatu clan, each of them excited to welcome her into the fold.

Dulce continued her work, checking on Tamika’s vitals and making sure she was as comfortable as possible. She kept a playful tone with the new mom, making her laugh even through the exhaustion.

“She’s beautiful Tami, this one is a keeper,” Dulce said with a wink, before looking over at the others. “Y’all are gonna spoil her, aren’t you?”

The family didn’t even try to hide their smiles.

“You bet,” Sefa replied with a knowing grin. “That’s how it’s done around here.”

As the morning wore on, the family continued to gather around Tamika and Noe, sharing stories, laughter, and plenty of jokes. It was a moment of pure joy—one that would be remembered as the day Noe was welcomed into the Fatu family, with love, humor, and a whole lot of heart.

And Dulce? Well, she was there through it all, grinning ear to ear as she worked, already anticipating the next chapter in the lives of Tamika, Jacob, and their growing family.

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the warmth between us

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Roman Reigns has always been work oriented, taking over Reigns Enterprises and following in his father’s footsteps. Women are a convenience for him, kept on a list for when it suits him, but work is his only priority. He’s worked too hard to reach the top and won't let anything drag him down…until he meets someone who changes everything.

Valentina Beckham, raised with kindness and strict values, is the complete opposite of Roman. She’s always treated people with respect and after moving to a new city to start her own flower shop, she finds herself next to Roman’s busy building.

When their paths cross, their differences pull them together. Roman sees Valentina’s kindness as something to use or dismiss, but can’t help but be drawn to her warmth. Valentina, sees beyond Roman’s toughness and believes there’s more to him. Will Roman let his guard down, or stay locked up in his world of power? And can Valentina’s kindness break through, or will she realize she deserves more than he’s offering?

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Aphrodite’s friends—Mona, India, and Jatae—were gathered around her, their laughter and chatter forming a soft, comforting hum in the background as they readied themselves for the night ahead. The evening was meant to be a celebration of many things, though it felt a little complicated for Aphrodite. A call-up to the main roster in WWE was a huge achievement, one that deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. But tonight, there was something more she was trying to escape: the weight of her past. The weight of Joseph.

Mona, India, and Jatae were all there for her, each a vital part of the mosaic of her life. They had known Aphrodite since they were young girls in elementary school, and their bond had only strengthened over the years. Through every milestone, every heartbreak, and every success, they had been there. And tonight, they knew their role was no different: to help Aphrodite forget, if only for a few hours, the pain that still lingered from her breakup with Joseph—the man who had once been everything to her, but now, only a painful memory.

Dinner had been at Giselle, a fusion restaurant that had been their spot for as long as Aphrodite could remember. The city lights shimmered outside the windows of the sleek, upscale fusion restaurant. The hustle of the streets below was muffled by the heavy glass, but the energy of the night still found its way through—an electric hum that Aphrodite couldn’t quite ignore. The food had been good, but the company was what had really gotten her through.

The air was filled with the scent of truffle oil and seared tuna, but it was the conversation that mattered. Mona was the first to bring up the subject they all knew was on Aphrodite’s mind. They knew how much the breakup with Joseph had hurt her. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship, it was the loss of something even more significant: a future she had once thought was hers. The baby. The miscarriage. All the unspoken words, the guilt, the grief.

Jatae, always the protector, had been especially vocal about encouraging Aphrodite to speak to Joseph. To talk about the miscarriage, to not hold everything inside. She knew her friend’s silence wasn’t helping her heal. But Aphrodite wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to face Joseph—not after everything that had happened. Not after he’d broken her heart and not after she’d lost their child. Jatae had pushed. Jatae had supported. But it wasn’t until Aphrodite exploded at Joseph in an elevator, nearly screaming at him about the baby they almost had, that she realized how much the loss still consumed her.

And when she did, when she saw Jatae's look of concern, it had been the first time Aphrodite had seen the rawness of what she was carrying inside. But even then, Jatae hadn’t said "I told you so." She didn’t need to. She just offered to spend the week with Aphrodite, to help her get through it, however long it would take.

Now, an hour later, as the night morphed into something more vibrant and electric, they found themselves at the nightclub. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor beneath their feet, and the colorful lights flickered overhead, splashing over the crowd like liquid rainbows. The atmosphere was infectious. The energy was real. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of distraction, and for a while, it was. Mona had Aphrodite laughing so hard that the ache in her chest seemed to ease just a little.

But then Joseph walked in.

Aphrodite’s stomach dropped, her eyes briefly meeting his from across the crowded room. He was with his cousins, Jacob and Zilla, along with a few other people Aphrodite didn’t recognize. She had heard that Joseph was a regular at this club, but seeing him in person felt like a punch to the gut. He didn’t seem to notice her at first, his attention on his own group, but as fate would have it, Yami—Jacob’s girlfriend, who also happened to work for WWE and was one of Aphrodite’s friends—spotted her from across the room.

“Hey, girl!” Yami called out, making her way over to Aphrodite’s section, her bright smile lighting up the space between them. The two shared a quick, genuine hug before Yami glanced at Joseph, then back at Aphrodite.

“Hey,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady, though her heart was racing. She caught a glimpse of India’s narrowed eyes in her peripheral vision. India, the one who always kept an eye out for Aphrodite, the one who had never fully trusted Joseph, was already sizing him up.

Zilla, noticing the shift in the energy, leaned over and asked Mona if it was okay for them to join the girls in their section. Mona, ever the peacemaker, was quick to answer with a warm smile.

“The more, the merrier,” she said, though there was an edge to her voice that Aphrodite could hear, even through the music.

The song "Thuggin" by Big Boogie began to play, and the bass surged through the club, the rhythm like a heartbeat in the dark. Aphrodite let herself be swept into the music. She needed to feel alive again, to forget. Mona was right there beside her, dancing like they always had, and soon enough, Aphrodite found herself twerking against Mona’s body. The world around her blurred as the music consumed her, the alcohol warming her veins. For a few moments, she felt untouchable, invincible, and free from the weight of her emotions.

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

Aphrodite knew Joseph was watching. She could feel it—the heat of his gaze burning through her skin like a memory she couldn’t erase. But she refused to look back. Instead, she kept dancing, focusing on Mona, who was matching her moves with a playful grin.

Meanwhile, Zilla leaned over and whispered something in Mona’s ear. Mona’s face lit up with a mischievous smile, and a few seconds later, the shift in seating took place. Without Aphrodite noticing, Mona and Joseph switched places, so now Joseph was seated behind her, his presence like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

India, who had been silently observing the whole situation, shook her head. She knew what Mona was trying to do. She knew Mona had a tendency to push things to the edge, to stir up emotions that Aphrodite wasn’t ready to face. India didn’t like it, and she wasn’t about to let it go down without a fight.

“Jatae,” India muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, “She’s doing it again. You know what she’s trying to do.”

Jatae, ever the calm one, simply grabbed India by the arm. “Let it be, India,” she said softly. “Let her handle this in her own way.”

But even Jatae couldn’t ignore the way the night was unfolding. The tension in the air was thick, almost tangible, like a storm on the horizon. Aphrodite felt it, too. The alcohol was loosening her inhibitions, but the feelings were still there, lurking beneath the surface. She wasn’t ready to deal with Joseph, but here he was, in her space, as if fate was forcing them to face what they hadn’t finished.

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

She could feel Joseph’s breath on her skin as he tugged her down onto his lap. His hands moved instinctively along her sides, tracing the contours of her body like he had done so many times before. And Aphrodite, in her slightly drunken haze, let herself lean back against his chest.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she told him, her voice low and almost defiant.

Joseph’s lips brushed her ear as he replied, his voice dark and steady. “I think it does.”

Before Aphrodite could respond, India, who had seen enough, rushed over and yanked her away from Joseph’s lap. “Bathroom break,” she said firmly, her grip tight on Aphrodite’s arm as she dragged her away.

Once in the bathroom, India didn’t hold back. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration.

Aphrodite, feeling the alcohol start to dull the edges of her thoughts, shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you still love him?” India asked, already knowing the answer. “Of course you do. I don’t know why I even asked.”

Aphrodite sighed, but before she could respond, India went on a mini rant about how Joseph had hurt her, how he didn’t deserve her. Aphrodite didn’t have the energy to argue, but when India’s words started to sting, she snapped.

“Enough!” Aphrodite screamed. “I love you, and I know you’re looking out for me, but please stop. Let me figure things out on my own.”

India pouted, the hurt evident in her eyes, but she nodded silently. “I just don’t want you hurt again. Especially by him,” she said softly.

Aphrodite leaned into her, holding onto her tightly. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

In the quiet bathroom, the music from the club still thrummed faintly in the distance, but in that moment, everything else faded away. Aphrodite felt a strange sense of clarity, as though, for the first time in months, she was beginning to untangle the knots in her heart.

Tonight wasn’t about finding answers. It wasn’t about solving everything. It was about taking a breath. Letting go of the past, even if just for a few hours. And with her friends by her side, Aphrodite realized that, maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Next: Chapter Four

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Where the Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu fan fics at?! If those two aren’t fine as fuckkkkkk whewww!!

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Finding Angel: The Masterlist

Roman Reigns is pro wrestling’s biggest star, Hollywood’s next leading man, and a man who thrives on power and control. But when he crosses paths with Naima Murphy, a bold choreographer moonlighting as Angel, Atlanta’s most sought-after exotic dancer, his carefully ordered world tilts on its axis.

Their chemistry is electric, undeniable, but so are the obstacles standing in their way.

Naima wrestles with the weight of her past and present, while Roman’s relentless schedule and the resurfacing of a toxic figure from his life threaten their bond. Insiders and outsiders alike question his relationship with a stripper, and adding fuel to the fire, an unexpected rival within Roman’s circle seethes with resentment, hellbent on complicating his pursuit of love and loyalty.

As secrets, scandals, and enemies close in from all sides, their love faces the ultimate test. In Finding Angel, passion and heartbreak collide in a story of redemption, resilience, and two lonely souls fighting for the one thing they can’t live without...Each other.

✨Pairing: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Stripper!Black Fem OC ✨Cast of Characters: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Paul Heyman, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Jacob Fatu, and several Original Characters ✨Warnings: Explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, toxic dynamics, infidelity, trauma, angst, others tbc

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An Angelic Christmas🎄- On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection.

My Angel, My Love - For their first Valentine’s, Roman and Naima indulge in passion, laughter, and love.

40 Days & 40 Nights - When Roman and Naima commit to abstaining from sex for Lent, they think it’ll be a test of willpower. What they don’t anticipate is just how torturous it will be.

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My Heart Will Go On | Swipe Right Universe Finale (18+)

Description: The bloodline exclusive cruise gets off to a rocky start.

Chapter: 1/7

Word Count: 1,410

Warnings: Mild angst, arguing. That's about it.

This is the finale of the Swipe Right series! Featuring characters and couples from Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast, The Nanny and Triple Threat. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in Chapter 1, this is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy and drama thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

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The ship was massive and luxurious, with multiple decks, pools, and amenities. The weather was perfect, with clear skies and a gentle breeze.

The atmosphere was one of anticipation and excitement, as everyone looked forward to the week ahead. A child free week for the couples of the bloodline.

Myra was sitting by the jacuzzi, sipping on a fruity cocktail, when Roman approached her. He looked serious, and she knew that he wanted to talk about something important.

"Hey, Myra," he said, sitting down next to her. "I need to ask you favor."

Myra raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he could possibly want her to do. "Sure, what's up?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

Roman leaned in, his voice low. "I need you to get Kiley and Iris in a room with Amanda. Preferably before they start screaming at each other in front of everyone."

Myra's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? Why do you want me to do that?" she asked, bewildered.

Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but I can't have them going at each other's throats for an entire week. It's just going to be one drama after another. I need them to talk it out and get past whatever issues they have with each other."

Myra nodded, understanding his point. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. But you know how stubborn they can be. Not to mention Iris might Superman punch you for this shit."

Roman chuckled. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm counting on you. You're good at getting people to talk, and I trust you to handle it delicately. Plus, if you can handle Jacob you can handle anything."

"You got it, Chief." Myra laughs

Myra spent the rest of the day keeping an eye on Kiley, Iris, and Amanda, looking for the right moment to get them alone together. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make it happen.

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Jacob and Zilla sat at the bar, sipping on their drinks and enjoying the view of the ocean. Jacob had been unusually quiet since they boarded the ship, and Zilla knew that something was on his mind.

"So, what's going on with you?" Zilla asked, taking a sip of his Bourbon "You've been brooding all day."

Jacob sighed, "I'm just... thinking about proposing to Myra," he admitted, looking at Zilla with a mixture of excitement and fear. "But I'm scared shitless, Uce."

Zilla chuckled and clapped Jacob on the back. "Aye, that's normal, uce. It's a big step. But you love her, right?"

Jacob nodded vigorously. "Of course I do. More than anything. But what if she says no? Or worse, what if she says yes and I can't be a good husband to her?"

Zilla shook his head. "You're overthinking it, Uce. You've been together awhile now and she's stuck with you through thick and thin. I doubt she's going to say no."

Jacob took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "You're right. I know you're right. But it's just... I want everything to be perfect, you know? I want to make her happy."

Zilla smiled. "You will, man. Just relax and be yourself. That's what she loves about you. And when the time is right, you'll know it. Just trust your gut."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it," Jacob said, grateful for Zilla's words of encouragement. He then changed the subject, wanting to take his mind off his proposal worries. "So, how's married life treating you, uce?"

Zilla grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his wife. "It's amazing, man. Kiley and I are so happy. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love her. Lele is my world."

Jacob chuckled. "I can tell. You two are like two peas in a pod for real, man."

Zilla nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, we really are. She keeps me grounded, and I keep her on her toes. We a good ass team."

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Myra finally managed to convince Kiley, Amanda, and Iris to meet her in one of the ship's lounges. She led them to a secluded corner and took a deep breath, preparing for the potential explosion.

"Okay, I need you guys to listen to me," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "Like it or not we gon have to talk shit out and squash this beef. The boys are too close for Lele and Iris to hate Amanda's guts and vice versa."

Kiley crossed her arms, looking unimpressed. "And why should we talk to each other? Amanda started this whole thing."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I didn't start anything. You're the one who can't keep her jealousy in check."

"Jealousy?! No. This issue stimmed from you being a disrespectful gold digging ass whore." Kiley argued.

Amanda scoffed. "I was just being friendly. You're the one who got all possessive and territorial."

Myra stepped in before things could escalate further. "Okay, enough! You both need to calm down. This isn't getting us anywhere."

"Nah, Myra, you know exactly what this bitch did. Since when are you the family therapist?" Kiley snaps at her best friend.

Myra held up her hands in a placating gesture. "Look, I get that you both have your reasons for feeling the way you do, but fighting isn't going to solve anything. We need to talk this out like adults. The tribal chief says he wants peace-..." Myra says.

"I don't give a damn what the tribal chief says" Amanda fires back quickly, making Iris' blood boil in an instant.

Iris, who had been silent up until now, stood up and stepped in front of Amanda, her eyes blazing with anger. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my husband."

Amanda smirked, unfazed by Iris' anger. "Oh, look who's getting defensive. You're just as bad as Kiley, acting like he's some kind of god."

Kiley and Iris bristled at Amanda's words, both ready to jump to Roman's defense. Myra quickly intervened again, trying to prevent a physical altercation.

"Okay, that's enough! Iris, sit down. Please." Myra says exasperated.

Iris reluctantly sat down, still glaring at Amanda. Kiley looked like she was about to say something else, but Myra gave her a warning look.

"Let's try to keep this civil, okay? We're all here to talk things out, not start a fight." Myra said.

"This lil bitch got one more time to come at my family" Iris warns.

"It's my family to!" Amanda interjects.

"Oh, did I miss your and Solo's wedding?" Kiley sarcastically points out the fact that Amanda isn't REALLY family yet.

Amanda rolled her eyes again, clearly annoyed by Kiley's comment. "Oh, please. Just because I'm not officially family yet doesn't mean I'm not part of it."

"Not officially?" Kiley repeats and looks at Amanda with a deadpan expression. "You're really delusional."

"Excuse me?" Amanda said, her eyes narrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That Solo must of been dropped on his head by an unqualified nanny with fakeass credentials if he actually sees something in you." Kiley states.

"You bitch!" Amanda snaps

"You heard me!" Kiley retorts, standing up. "You're just some gold-digging homewrecker trying to worm your way into our family. It's pathetic."

Iris couldn't help but chuckle at Kiley's words. "Damn, she ain't holding back."

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Myra exclaimed, stepping between the two women before things could escalate further. "We're not getting anywhere with this. Let's take a break and cool off."

The room fell silent as everyone tried to calm down. Kiley and Amanda glared at each other, both refusing to back down. Iris leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and shaking her head in disbelief.

Myra sighed and looked at each of them in turn. "Look, I know this isn't easy, but we need to find a way to coexist. For Solo's sake. For the bloodline's sake."

Kiley and Amanda both looked away, clearly not happy with the idea of coexisting. Iris was still visibly angry, but she nodded in agreement with Myra.

"So, let's try to be civil," Myra continued. "No more insults or name-calling. Just talk it out like adults."

The three women begrudgingly agreed, though the tension in the room was still palpable.

Myra took a deep breath. Damn, Roman owes her AT LEAST a stack for this bullshit.

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Jacob attempts to make things right with Myra

Chapter: 2/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Mention of drinking, strong language, mention of one night stand.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,206

My masterlist can be found here

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @adoreesun @Isabella-2025 @skyesthebomb @acute-crashout-jeyuso @raya-hunter01

Jacob was lifting weights in the gym, trying to distract himself from his failed attempt to ask Myra out the previous day. He had been thinking about her all night, wondering what he had done wrong.

As he was finishing his set, Zilla approached him. "Hey, we need to talk," Zilla said, a serious expression on his face.

Jacob set down the weights and wiped the sweat from his brow. "What's up, Uce?" he asked, sensing that Zilla had something important to say.

Zilla leaned against the weight rack, his arms crossed. "It's about Myra." he said, his voice low.

Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Myra's name. "What about her?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Zilla shook his head, seeing right through Jacob's act. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," he said. "Last summer, you hooked up with her, and then you ghosted her."

Jacob furrowed his brow, confusion written all over his face. "I did what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "Nah, I ain't meet her til you and LeLe moved into y'all new spot yesterday."

Zilla raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Jacob's response. "Man, Uce, you really don't remember hooking up with her last summer?" he asked incredulously.

Jacob shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "No, I swear I don't. Are you sure it was me?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Zilla sighed, "That's why she rejected you. She was still hurt from you ghosting her."

Jacob groaned, "Damn it, I can't believe I did that to her," he muttered. "I didn't even remember." He pauses and thinks for a moment, "Shit! She was the girl from the hotel bar."

Zilla nodded, "Yup, that's the one." He watched as realization dawned on Jacob's face.

"I'm such an idiot," Jacob muttered, burying his face in his hands. "How could I have forgotten something like that?"

"You guys kept drinking after you hooked up, you were fucking blitzed, uce." Zilla said.

Jacob groaned again, "Great, just great. No wonder she hates me."

Zilla patted him on the back, "Yeah, well, now you know. How you gonna fix it?" he asked inwardly chuckling at himself at the fact that just last year Roman, Jey and Jimmy were saying roughly the same thing to him in regards to his relationship with Kiley.

Jacob looked up at Zilla, determination in his eyes. "I don't know, but I'm gonna try," he said firmly. "I can't let her hate me. I have to make things right."

Jacob continued, "The next morning, I was in such a rush to check out of the hotel that I didn't even realize I left my phone behind, which had her number in it. After that I just..Forgot."

Zilla shook his head, "Damn, That's a messed up situation."

Jacob nodded, "I know, I know. I should have been more careful. But I swear, I didn't mean to ghost her."

"I'ma figure this shit out." Jacob said, a mix of hope and anxiety in his voice.

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A few hours later, Kiley and Myra were in Kiley and Zilla's living room, planning the fundraiser for the free clinic they volunteered at. Myra was looking over the guest list, making sure everything was in order, when Kiley pulled out a stack of autographed photos.

Myra raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" she asked, looking at the photos in Kiley's hand.

Kiley grinned, "Autographs from Roman and Jey. I managed to get them to sign some for the fundraiser." She said, but pauses for a moment her brows furrowed in confusion. "What..?"

"I think this stack is for you.." Kiley said handing a few of the photos over to Myra who instantly realized they weren't autographed by Roman or Jey, they were autographed by Jacob with a little sticky note attached. 'I'm sorry i ghosted you. I'll make it up to you however I can. Much love, Samoan Werewolf Jacob Fatu.' Along with his phone number.

Myra's eyes widened as she read the note and saw the photos. Her heart started racing as she looked up at Kiley. "oh.."

Kiley couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Myra's face. "Looks like he wants to make amends," she said, gesturing to the autographs.

Myra was speechless, her mind racing as she stared at the autographs in her hand. She couldn't believe Jacob had actually done something like this.

Kiley could sense her friend's conflicted emotions. "What are you gonna do?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Myra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know," she admitted. "Part of me wants to just forget about him, but another part of me is intrigued by this."

She looked down at the autographs again, reading the note once more. "I don't know if I can forgive him that easily."

Kiley placed a comforting hand on Myra's shoulder. "I get it, you've been hurt before. But don't let that stop you from giving him a chance to explain himself."

She paused for a moment before adding, "And who knows, maybe he really is sorry."

Myra took a deep breath, contemplating Kiley's words. "I suppose I could at least.. hold onto the phone number."

Kiley nodded, "That's a start. Take some time to think about it, don't rush into anything. But just know, sometimes forgiveness is worth it."

Myra smiled weakly at Kiley. "Thanks, I'll think about it." She said, tucking the note into her bag.

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The clinic was in desperate need of supplies and funds, and while a generous and substantial donation from Roman and Iris had went a long way towards helping them out, they still needed more.

The event was held in a large hall, decorated with banners and balloons. There were tables set up with food and drinks, as well as a silent auction where guests could bid on items donated by local businesses as well as the autographs provided by the bloodline.

Roman and Iris arrived at the fundraiser together, both dressed impeccably of course, along with Jey and Jax. Kiley hugged her sisters and thanked them.

Sometimes Myra envied all of her best friend's familial support. Myra had her mom of course but she had went off the deep end since her dad had passed and they had gone no contact in recent years.

Roman looked around the room, taking in the scene. "This place looks great," he said, impressed by the decorations and effort put into the event.

"I'm about to go hit up the snack table." Jey announced.

Myra was helping to oversee the event when her eyes drifted across the room and landed on Jacob. He was standing off to the side, sipping a drink and talking to someone. He looked good, as usual, in a black suit. Dayum he cleans up well..

Myra quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. She tried to focus on her tasks at hand, but her mind kept wandering back to Jacob. The memory of their night together flashed through her mind, and she felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

Y'know what? maybe she will call him after this.

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Iris goes into labor, Myra and Jacob run into each other at the hospital.

Chapter: 3/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy and childbirth, making out, teasing, semi public play, praise, fingering, dirty talk.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 2,043

My masterlist can be found here

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @adoreesun @Isabella-2025 @skyesthebomb @acute-crashout-jeyuso @raya-hunter01

Myra sat in a café with her best friends LeLe and Chris, sipping on a coffee as they chatted. They were her confidants, the people she could always rely on for advice and support.

She had been struggling with the decision to call Jacob, debating back and forth in her mind. She knew she needed someone to talk to about it, so she opened up to them.

LeLe listened intently as Myra explained her dilemma. She was known for being a great listener, always offering a non-judgmental ear to her friends.

Chris, on the other hand, had a more direct approach. "You know what you should do," he said, looking at Myra with a raised eyebrow. "You should just call him and see what happens. Get you some."

Kiley chimed in, "I think Chris has a point. You won't know if you can forgive him until you talk to him" She took a sip of her coffee before adding, "He's a good guy, Myra. I promise."

Myra bit her lip, contemplating their words. She knew they were right, but there was still a part of her that was hesitant. "But what if it just ends badly again?" she asked, voicing her fear.

Chris shrugged. "You can't let fear hold you back from what could be an amazing opportunity. Besides, sometimes good things come out of taking risks."

LeLe nodded in agreement. "And if it doesn't work out, at least you'll know you tried. But don't let the what-ifs hold you back from something that could be great."

Myra sighed, knowing her friends were right. She had to take the risk and call Jacob. "You're right," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'll call him tonight."

Kiley's phone suddenly rang. She quickly pulled it out of her bag and answered the call.

Kiley's eyes widened in surprise as she heard Jax's voice on the other end of the line. "What? She's going into labor? Now?" she exclaimed, her heart racing.

Kiley quickly explained the situation to Myra and Chris, who were both equally surprised. "I have to go," she said, grabbing her things and standing up. "Iris needs me."

Chris saw the look on Myra's face and knew what she was thinking. "Hey," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go with LeLe? You can help keep her company and maybe you'll run into Jacob at the hospital."

Myra considered his suggestion for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. On one hand, it could be a perfect opportunity to talk to Jacob without it being awkward or forced. On the other hand, she didn't want to be a distraction during such a critical time for her friend.

Kiley, who had already started to leave, turned back to Myra. "Come on," she urged.

Myra nodded, deciding to go with Kiley. "Okay, I'll go," she said, gathering her things and following her bestie out of the café.

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The hospital was bustling with activity as Kiley and Myra rushed through the doors. They hurried to the maternity ward, where they found Zilla, Jax, Jey, Jimmy, Naomi, Imani and Amira as well as some other family members in the waiting room while Roman and iris were in delivery.

Jax spotted Kiley and Myra and waved them over. "You made it," she said, looking relieved. The rest of the group looked up and smiled, glad to see more family had arrived.

"How's Iris doing?" Kiley asked, taking a seat next to Jax after greeting Zilla with a quick peck on the lips. Myra sat down next to her, trying to calm her nerves.

Jax let out a sigh. "She's been in labor for a few hours now. The contractions are getting closer together, so the doctor says it shouldn't be too much longer."

Kiley, being a nurse herself, started asking more medical questions about Iris's condition and how many centimeters she was dilated. She wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly and that her sister was being taken care of properly.

Myra, needing to stretch her legs and get away from the chaos of the waiting room after awhile, decided to head over to the vending machine to grab a snack. As she approached, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of it, scrolling through his phone.

Myra's heart skipped a beat as she realized it was Jacob. She froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should she just pretend she didn't see him and walk away? Or should she talk to him?

As if sensing her presence, Jacob looked up from his phone and locked eyes with Myra. A mixture of surprise and uncertainty flickered across his face as he saw her standing there.

They stood there for a moment, both unsure of what to say. The air was thick with tension and unspoken words. Finally, Jacob broke the silence. "Hey," he said softly, taking a step closer to her.

Myra swallowed hard, trying to calm her racing heart. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stood in silence for another moment, just staring at each other. Finally, Jacob spoke again. "I'm sorry."

Myra looked at him, "You already apologized. In the note. Thank you for autographs for the fundraiser."

Jacob nodded, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "I know, but I wanted to say it in person. I know a note isn't enough."

"Why did you never call me after we..?" Myra trailed off.

Jacob looked down, guilt washing over him. "I lost my phone. I don't know. I was drunk and.. I forgot. that's why didn't recognize you when we met again.

Myra let out a frustrated sigh. "You forgot?" she repeated, unable to hide the hurt in her voice. "That's all you have to say? You forgot?"

Jacob winced at the pain in her voice. "I know it's not an excuse. I messed up, and I wanna make it up to you."

Myra looked at him skeptically. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Jacob took a deep breath, steeling himself for rejection. "Go out with me," he said, his voice low and earnest. "Please. Give me another chance."

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his words. Part of her wanted to say no, to protect herself from getting hurt again. But another part of her was still drawn to him, despite everything that had happened. She looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of deception.

Jacob held her gaze, his eyes pleading with her to give him another chance. "I know I messed up before," he said, taking a step closer to her. "But I've changed. I'm not the same person I was back then."

Myra hesitated for a moment longer, before finally nodding her head. "Okay," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll give you another chance."

Jacob's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thank you," he breathed, reaching out to take her hand. "I won't let you down this time, I promise."

As their fingers intertwined, Myra felt a spark of electricity pass between them. Without even realizing it, they had both leaned in closer to each other. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, full of longing and pent-up desire.

The kiss quickly deepened, both of them pouring all their emotions into it. Jacob's arms wrapped around Myra's waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss even further.

Myra melted into his embrace as she responded eagerly to his kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other, the tension between them growing with each passing moment.

In a moment of impulsive desire, Jacob broke the kiss and grabbed Myra's hand, leading her towards the janitor's closet. He pushed the door open and pulled her inside, closing it behind them with a soft click.

Once inside, Jacob pressed Myra against the wall, his lips finding hers again in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist.

Myra moaned softly as Jacob's hands explored her body, her own hands roaming over his chest and back. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the hardness of his muscles beneath her fingers.

Jacob's lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands slid under her shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Myra's head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations. Her breath came in short gasps as Jacob's hands continued to explore her body, teasing and tormenting her in the most delicious way.

Suddenly, Jacob's hand slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, his fingers finding their way to her most intimate spot. He groaned against her neck, feeling how wet she was for him.

Myra's hips bucked against his hand, seeking more friction. She let out a needy whimper, her body craving his touch. "Please," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Jacob pressed his lips against her ear, his voice low and rough. "Shhh, baby. You don't want nobody hearing, do you?"

Myra shook her head, biting her lip to stifle a moan as Jacob's fingers continued to work their magic between her legs. She tried to be quiet, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment.

Jacob chuckled softly, enjoying the way he was able to unravel her with just his touch. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured. "You gotta stay quiet for me. Can you do that? You can be a good girl for me?"

Myra nodded again, her eyes screwed shut in concentration as she fought to control her moans. Her body was aflame with desire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.

Jacob's fingers quickened their pace, rubbing her clit in just the right way to drive her wild. He could feel her body trembling against his, and he knew she was close. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Let go for me."

Myra's breath hitched in her throat as the pressure inside her reached its peak. She tried to hold back, but the sensations were too much. With a soft cry, she tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering in release.

Jacob held her tightly as she came, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss to muffle her cries. He could feel her body clenching around his fingers, and it drove him wild with desire.

As Myra came down from her high, Jacob slowly withdrew his hand from her jeans. He kissed her neck softly, his own body aching with need. "You're so beautiful when you come undone," he murmured against her skin.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby," Jacob whispered, his voice full of praise. "You came so hard, didn't you? Just from my fingers."

Myra shivered at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. She loved it when he called her a good girl, and she wanted more.

Jacob smirked, noticing the effect his words were having on her. "You like it when I call you that, don't you? You like being my good girl."

Myra looked up at him, her eyes wide and pupils dilated with desire. "I...I love being your good girl," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Jacob smiled, pleased with her response. "Good girl," he said again, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "Such a good, obedient girl for me."

As Myra looked up at Jacob, a small part of her felt conflicted. She had always thought of herself as strong and independent, someone who didn't like to be controlled. But the way he called her a good girl and praised her made her feel...something different. It was as if a hidden desire was awakening within her.

Despite her initial resistance, Myra found herself craving his approval. Craving submission. She wanted to please him, to be the good girl he saw in her. The realization both thrilled and scared her.

Jacob could sense her internal struggle, He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't fight it, sweetheart." he whispered.

With his gruff voice whispering in her ear like that, she didn't know if she could fight her desire to be his even if she wanted to.

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Jacob comes to his senses in regards to his feelings about Myra.

Chapter: 6/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Primal play (including chase scene, all ssc), rough sex, honorifics, marking/biting, possessiveness, mild degradation, praise, p in v, honorifics, petnames, choking,

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 4,054

My masterlist can be found here

Epilogue featured at the end of this post!

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Later that day, Jacob found himself sitting in a dimly lit bar with Roman, Jey, Zilla, and Jimmy. He was nursing a beer, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Myra earlier.

"Man, I fucked up," he muttered, taking a long swig of his drink.

Jimmy chuckled, shaking his head. "No shit"

Jey snorted, leaning back in his chair. "Uce, have some sympathy."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Not our fault you guys keep trying your best to fumble your women. The tribal chief knows how to keep his lady more than satisfied."

Jimmy smirked, taking a sip of his own drink. "To be fair, so do I. This a them problem." he clinks glasses with Roman.

Zilla chuckled, watching as Jacob slumped further into his seat. "You know what your problem is, man? You're too hard-headed. You're stubborn as hell and you refuse to listen to anyone else."

"Ah hell no, I know you ain't talking." Roman teased Zilla. "You almost lost Kiley because of a stupid text from your merch designer."

Zilla's smirk faded, and he shot Roman a glare "Shut up, Uce" he grumbled. "That was different. I learned from my mistake."

"You ended up firing her right?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah, Imani does my merch now." Zilla responds referring to Roman's eldest step-daughter.

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. "You're hopeless, both of you."

Jey snickered, taking a sip of his drink. "Maybe you guys should just stick to hookups and leave the relationships to us who can handle them."

"Didn't you and yo girl hate each other at first?" Jacob pointed out to Jey sharply.

"Shii, that ain't what she said last night, uce." Jey fired back.

"Yeet" Jimmy raises his glass.

Roman and Zilla both laughed at that, and Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Man, shut up. You guys are no better than us," he muttered, taking another swig of his beer.

Roman leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face. "I wasn't too scared to go after Iris. Jey wasn't too scared to go after Jax. Zilla in all his dumbass-ery wasn't too scared to go after LeLe. Jim and Naomi been locked in."

"You're just making excuses now, Uce," Jey teased. "You're scared to admit that you're in love with Myra."

"I'm not in love with her," he growled, glaring at Jey. "We were just... having fun."

Roman sighed, leaning forward and placing a hand on Jacob's shoulder.

"We get it. You're scared. But you can't keep running from your feelings forever. You gotta face them head-on."

Jey nodded in agreement. "You're not doing yourself any favors by denying it. You're only hurting yourself and Myra in the process."

Jimmy chimed in, his voice gentle but firm. "Look, we're not saying it's going to be easy. Relationships are messy, complicated, and sometimes downright painful. But if you really care about Myra, you owe it to her - and yourself - to try."

Zilla nodded, crossing his arms. "And don't try to convince yourself that it's just about the physical aspect. You wouldn't be this upset if it was just about that."

Roman smirked. "Face it, man. You're in love with Myra. And deep down, you know it."

"Maybe I am" Jacob sighed.

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Myra found herself confiding in Lele about her feelings for Jacob. She poured her heart out, telling her friend about the primal Dom/sub dynamic and how it had made her feel drawn to him.

"I don't know what to do, Lele," Myra admitted, looking down at her hands. "I'm falling for him, but I don't think he feels the same way."

Lele listened attentively, a sympathetic look on her face.

"Have you tried talking to him about it?" she asked gently.

"He doesn't want a relationship, Le." She sighed.

Lele frowned, understanding the pain in Myra's voice.

"I'm sorry, bookie. That must be tough to hear."

She reached out and took Myra's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Myra nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I thought I could keep it casual, you know? But every time I'm with him, I can't help but want more. I want the connection, the intimacy, the exclusivity. And I don't think he feels the same way. Or rather he's too scared to let himself feel the same way."

Lele pulled Myra into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly.

"It's okay to want those things, you know. It's normal to want to be with someone you care about. But you have to be honest with yourself and with Jacob. If you keep pushing your feelings down, they're just going to fester and cause more pain in the long run."

Myra pulled back, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

"I know you're right. But I'm scared, Lele. I'm scared of getting hurt again."

"Being honest didn't help anything. He rejected me." Myra says.

Lele's heart ached for her friend. She knew how hard it must be to open up to someone and be vulnerable, only to be rejected in return.

"I'm so sorry, bookie. That's not fair to you. You deserve to be loved and cherished, not pushed away."

Myra nodded, trying to hold back more tears. "I just... I thought he was different."

Lele reached out and took Myra's hand again, her grip firm and reassuring.

"Don't let him make you feel like you're not worth anything. You deserve someone who will treat you with respect and love."

Myra sniffled, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

"I just wish it was that easy," she said softly. "I wish I could just move on and forget about him, but it's not that simple. I still care about him, despite everything."

Lele nodded, understanding the conflict within her friend.

"It's normal to feel that way. It takes time to heal and move on. But you have to promise me something, okay?"

Lele looked Myra in the eye, her expression serious.

"Promise me that you won't let him hold you back. Promise me that you'll take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy, and if he's not going to make you happy, then you need to move on."

Myra nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"I promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Now, how about i pour us both some wine and you tell me more about this kink stuff?" LeLe said.

Myra chuckled, grateful for the distraction.

"Sure, that sounds good. But let me warn you, it's not for the faint of heart."

Lele smirked, pouring two glasses of wine and handing one to Myra.

"Oh, I can handle it. Zilla and I get into all kinds of kinky shit."

Myra's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I didn't know that. You and Zilla are kinky, huh?"

Lele laughed, taking a sip of her wine. "You have no idea, babes. We've tried just about everything under the sun."

Myra took a sip of her own wine, feeling slightly more relaxed now. "Damn, Lele. I thought you were the innocent friend."

Lele smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Innocent? Me? Never. I just know how to keep it under wraps."

There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting their conversation.

Myra and Lele exchanged a glance, surprised by the interruption.

"I wasn't expecting anyone other than you." Myra stated, setting her glass down.

Lele shrugged, looking at the door.

"Maybe it's a package or something?"

Myra got up from the couch and walked over to the door, still feeling a bit wary. She peeked through the peephole, trying to see who was on the other side.

Myra gasped, taking a step back from the door.

"Oh my god, it's Jacob."

Jacob held up a single red rose, a hopeful expression on his face. He knew that showing up at Myra's door unannounced was a risky move, but he had to try and make things right.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door again, his heart racing with anticipation.

Myra slowly opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw the rose in Jacob's hand. She had been so hurt and angry earlier, but now she was feeling a mix of emotions that she couldn't quite place.

"Jacob..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jacob looked at Myra, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"Please, let me explain," he said, holding out the rose to her.

Myra hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Part of her wanted to slam the door in his face and tell him to leave, but another part of her was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

She took the rose from his hand, her fingers brushing against his.

Jacob took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I know I messed up," he said softly. "I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry. But please, give me a chance to make things right."

Myra looked down at the rose in her hand, her emotions swirling within her. She knew that she should be angry, that she should tell him to go to hell.

But she also knew that she couldn't deny the fact that she still cared about him.

"Why should I give you a chance?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Jacob took another step closer, closing the gap between them.

"Because I love you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I can't stand the thought of losing you. I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you, to show you how much I care."

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his words. She had been so convinced that he didn't care about her, that she had been just a piece of ass to him, once again. But now, standing here in front of him, she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

She wanted to believe him, she wanted to give him another chance. But she was still scared, still hurt by what he had done.

Jacob reached out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand.

"Please, let me make it up to you," he whispered, his thumb gently tracing her skin. "Let me show you how much I've changed, how much I've grown. I'll do anything to prove that I'm worth another chance. I want you to be mine. The beauty to my beast."

Myra felt her resolve crumbling, her anger and hurt slowly giving way to a feeling of longing. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath.

"You really mean that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob nodded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"With all my heart," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life. You're everything to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I never lose you again."

Myra felt a tear slip down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.

She took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between them.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I'll give you another chance."

Jacob's face lit up with relief and happiness. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Thank you," he whispered, burying his face in her hair. "I promise I won't let you down again. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Lele, who had been watching the whole scene from the couch, took the hint and stood up.

"I'll give you guys some space," she said with a knowing smile. "I'll catch up with you later, Myra."

She gave Myra a quick hug before grabbing her things and heading out the door.

Once Lele was gone, Jacob turned his attention back to Myra. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Myra looked up at him, her heart racing as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. She still wasn't sure if she was making the right decision, but at this moment, she didn't care.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Jacob deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body as he held her close. He had missed her so much, and now that she was in his arms again, he didn't want to let her go.

Myra melted into the kiss, her body arching against his as she let out a soft moan. She had missed him too, and the feeling of his hands on her skin was intoxicating.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.

"Run" He growled seductively.

Myra shivered at the sound of his voice, her heart racing with excitement. She didn't hesitate, immediately turning and darting away from him through the apartment.

Jacob watched her go with a primal gleam in his eyes. He loved the chase, the thrill of the hunt. And he knew that she loved it too.

He waited a few seconds before taking off after her, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them.

Myra darted through the rooms, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard his footsteps close behind her. She knew that he was gaining on her, and the thought only made her more excited.

She dodged around furniture, trying to make it more difficult for him to catch her. But she knew it was a futile effort - he was bigger and stronger than her. Faster too somehow.

Jacob was right behind her now, his hand just inches from grabbing her arm. She could feel his breath on her neck as he gazed at her like a predator stalking it's prey.

She let out a squeal of mock surprise as he finally caught her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

He held her tightly, his body pressed against hers as he nuzzled into her neck. She could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the rhythm of her own.

"Got you" He growled into her ear, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine now."

Myra shivered at his words, her body responding to the primal tone in his voice. She knew that he was going to claim her, and the thought sent a thrill through her veins.

He spun her around to face him, pinning her against the wall with his body. His eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at her, his hands gripping her wrists and holding them above her head.

"You're not going anywhere" He growled, his body pressing her further into the wall. "You're mine to do with as I please."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "And I plan on claiming you over and over again tonight."

Myra moaned at his words as she felt a familiar heat pooling between her legs. She loved it when he got like this, It drove her wild.

He nipped at her earlobe, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear before he began to trail kisses down her neck.

He moved his mouth lower, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of red marks down her neck and onto her collarbone. He loved marking her, claiming her as his.

He released her wrists, letting his hands roam over her body as he continued to kiss and bite her skin. He wanted to touch every inch of her, to reacquaint himself with every curve and dip of her body.

Jacob smirked as he spun her around, pushing her against the wall again. This time, her back was to him.

He ran his hands over her hips and up her sides, his touch both gentle and possessive. He loved the way her body fit against his, the way she molded perfectly to his frame.

He pressed his body against hers, his chest against her back as he began to grind his hips against her ass. She could feel the hardness of his arousal through his clothes, and it made her desire even stronger.

He reached around her, hiking her dress up above her hips.

He slid a hand between her legs, his fingers tracing the outline of her soaked panties.

"You're already so wet for me" He whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with lust. "So eager to be caught and used."

She gasped as he tore her panties off, the sound of the fabric ripping sending a shiver down her spine. She was completely exposed now, her body pressed against the wall and at his mercy.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He freed himself from the confines of his clothing, the sound of his zipper being undone making her heart race.

He gripped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, the head of his cock teasing her wetness.

"Are you ready for me, my little beauty?" He growled, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes...please..." Myra whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. She was desperate for him, craving the feeling of him inside her.

With a low growl, he pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one swift thrust. She cried out as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size.

He didn't give her any time to adjust, immediately starting a brutal pace. He slammed into her over and over again, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

He was rough and dominant, claiming her with every movement of his body.

She braced herself against the wall, her hands gripping the smooth surface as he pounded into her from behind. She could feel his fingers digging into her hips, leaving marks that would surely be bruises in the morning.

"You're mine, my little prey" He growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "You belong to me, and I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows it."

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he continued to thrust into her. He nipped and sucked at her neck, leaving more marks on her skin.

He reached up, wrapping his hand around her throat and tilting her head back.

He held her head back, exposing her neck to him as he continued to mark her. His lips and teeth moved over her skin, leaving a trail of red and purple marks in their wake.

He kept his grip on her throat tight, but not tight enough to cut off her air. It was a reminder of who was in control, who owned her body and soul.

His other hand slid around her waist, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, driving her pleasure higher and higher.

She moaned loudly, her body arching against his as he continued to thrust into her and tease her clit. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt like she was on the edge of losing control.

"Come for me, baby. Come for Alpha." He whispered in her ear, his voice rough with desire. "Let go and let me feel you clench around me."

She was helpless to resist his command, her body already teetering on the edge of release. His words sent her over the edge, and she came with a cry, her walls fluttering around his cock.

He groaned as he felt her clench around him, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release. He kept thrusting into her, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own pleasure.

He buried his face in her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as he reached his own peak. He let out a guttural moan as he came, his hips stuttering against hers as he emptied himself inside her.

He held her close, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He remained inside her for a few moments, relishing the feeling of being connected to her.

He finally pulled out of her, his hands still holding her close as he turned her around to face him. He looked at her with a possessive gaze, his eyes roaming over her body and taking in the marks he had left on her skin.

"You look beautiful like this, marked up and claimed by me." He said, his voice still rough with arousal. He ran his fingers over the bruises and bite marks on her skin, a satisfied smirk on his face.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a possessive embrace. He loved her. Truly loved her, more than he'd ever loved anyone or anything.

"Remember when you asked who would tame who, baby?" Jacob asked, "You did it. You changed me."

"Tale As Old As Time" Myra giggled.

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Roman and Iris' lives had been a whirlwind of changes in the past few years. Between having twins, dealing with their other children, and trying to adjust as Imani left for college, they were exhausted but happy.

But despite the challenges, they made it work. They supported each other through it all, finding joy in every moment with their family. In total? They have nine children. Roman's four boys who live primarily with their mother, his daughter who is the same age as Iris' daughter Imani who also just went off to college, Iris' 12 year old daughter Amira and their 8 month old twins Marina and Cove.

Iris' daughter Amira was going through a rebellious phase, constantly testing her parents' patience. But Roman and Iris were patient with her, knowing that it was just a phase. They were grateful for the bond they had with their children, no matter how difficult things got.

And their 6-month-old twins, Marina and Cove, were the light of their lives. They were both healthy and happy, always smiling, cooing and babbling whenever they saw their parents.

Roman and Iris knew that they needed help with the twins, especially since they had to manage their other children as well plus juggle their careers. They were fortunate to find a nanny with good references and whatnot.

"Amanda, welcome." Iris greets her at the door on her first day.

Amanda smiles warmly, taking in the chaotic but loving atmosphere of the house.

"Thank you for having me," she says, shaking Iris' hand. "I'm looking forward to helping out with the twins."

Iris leads Amanda into the living room, where Roman is sitting on the couch with the twins. They're babbling and cooing, and he's playing with them, making faces and silly noises to keep them entertained.

Amanda watches as Roman plays with the twins, a smile on her face. She can tell that he's a loving father, and that he's dedicated to making sure his children are happy and well taken care of. It was refreshing to see.

Roman looks up and sees Amanda standing there, "Hey," he says, standing up with the twins, one in each arm. "You must be Amanda."

Amanda nods, returning his smile.

"Yes, that's me," she says, walking over to them. "It's nice to meet you. I'm a big fan."

Roman chuckles, slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm.

"You're a fan, huh?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'm flattered. But let's keep the professional relationship intact, okay?"

Amanda laughs and nods, realizing that she may have come on a bit too strong.

"Of course, of course," she says, holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm just excited to be working with you and your family. I promise I'll keep it professional.. As long as I get an autograph." She says adding the last part to lighten the mood and make Roman and Iris chuckle.

She couldn't mess this up. If they get suspicious and dig into her job history or credentials too deeply? They'll see that it's all fake. She had to stretch the truth. Would they have really hired her with 'Former Graphic designer/merch girl fired for flirting with my boss' on her resume?

Amanda was trying to keep her cool, but inside, she was sweating bullets. Truth be told, she doesn't even know how to hold a baby. Can't be that hard, right?

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Jacob and Myra go on their first date and discuss kinks and limits.

Chapter: 4/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Marking, primal play, possessiveness, honorifics, praise, nipple play, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, begging, degradation, breeding, petnames.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,925

My masterlist can be found here

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @adoreesun @Isabella-2025 @skyesthebomb @acute-crashout-jeyuso @raya-hunter01

It had been a long, eventful week. Iris had given birth two healthy babies, a girl and a boy. Marina and Cove.

As the weekend approached, Myra found herself both nervous and excited for her date with Jacob. She couldn't help but think about their previous encounter and how she had given in to his dominance so easily. She wondered what he had planned for tonight.

As they sat down at a cozy little restaurant, Jacob reached across the table and took her hand in his. "You look gorgeous tonight," he said, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively.

Myra felt her heart flutter in her chest. "Thank you," she replied softly, looking down at her plate.

Throughout dinner, Jacob kept up a steady stream of conversation, asking her about her life and interests. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her better, which made Myra feel both special and a little confused. Was he being real, or was this just part of his game? Any guy who can fuck her the way he did and then just forget her for months MUST be a player.

After dinner, Jacob insisted on taking her for a walk in the park. The night was cool and crisp, and the stars twinkled above them. They walked hand in hand, their breath visible in the cold air.

As they strolled along the path, Jacob suddenly pulled her into a secluded area, pressing her against a tree.

Myra gasped as her back hit the tree, her heart racing in her chest. Jacob leaned in close, his body pressed against hers. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.

Myra's mind was reeling. She had never felt this kind of desire before, this need to be dominated and controlled. Jacob was awakening something deep within her, and she didn't know if she could resist it any longer.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of surprise and longing. "Jacob..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jacob captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a possessive hunger. He pressed his body even closer to hers, pinning her against the tree. His hands roamed over her body, claiming her as his own.

Myra moaned into the kiss, her body arching against his. She felt helpless under his touch, completely at his mercy. The feeling was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Jacob broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck and nipping at her sensitive skin. "You're mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You belong to me."

Myra nodded, her mind foggy with desire. "Yes," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop herself. "I'm yours."

Jacob's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he heard her admission. He claimed her mouth again, his kiss possessive and demanding. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his arousal.

Myra could feel her own desire building, a heat pooling between her legs. She wanted him, needed him, more than she had ever needed anything before.

Jacob reluctantly pulled away from her, his breathing ragged. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and seriousness.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice rough.

Myra's heart sank. She had been so caught up in the moment, She looked up at him, a mixture of nervousness and curiosity in her eyes.

"What do we need to talk about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob took her hand and led her to a nearby bench. They sat down, their bodies still close together.

"We need to establish some boundaries," he said, his tone serious. "And we need to discuss what we like and don't like."

Myra nodded, her heart racing. She had never had a conversation like this before, but she knew it was necessary.

"I...I'm not sure where to start," she admitted, feeling a little embarrassed, "I didn't initially think I was submissive"

Jacob squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay," he said softly. "We'll take it one step at a time. Do you have any kinks or fantasies that you know of?"

Myra felt her cheeks heat up. "I...I think I might like being dominated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And...maybe being called names."

Jacob's eyes darkened with lust. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Being called names like what?"

Myra felt a shiver run down her spine as he praised her. "Things like...slut, whore, and...princess," she whispered, her face burning with embarrassment.

Jacob's hand tightened on hers, his grip possessive. "Those are perfect," he growled.

Jacob and Myra talked for a while longer, laying out the ground rules and expectations for their dynamic as well as logistics such as the fact they were both clean and she was on birth control. They agreed that they would not be in a romantic relationship, but rather just a Dom/sub relationship. Neither of them was ready for more.

"I'm a primal Dom," Jacob tells her, his eyes fixed intently on hers.

"Primal play is a style of BDSM that focuses on raw feelings and actions" Jacob adds.

Myra nodded, her eyes wide with interest. She had heard of primal play before, but she had never experienced it herself.

"What does that mean exactly?" she asked, wanting to understand what she was getting herself into.

"As a Primal Dom, I'm interested in engaging in more intense, instinct-driven and animalistic activities. It's important to have open and honest communication of course to establish boundaries, consent, and safewords like any other dynamic." Jacob explains

Myra listened intently, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The thought of engaging in intense, instinct-driven activities with Jacob both thrilled and terrified her.

"I understand," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I trust you to guide me through this."

Jacob smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Good," he said, his hand moving to cup her chin. "I promise to take care of you, to push you to your limits, but always within your boundaries."

Myra felt a shiver run through her at his touch. She knew she was in for a wild ride, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Awhile later, Jacob led her to his car, his hand on the small of her back. The drive to his place was filled with a tense, electric energy. They didn't speak, but the air between them crackled with anticipation.

As soon as they arrived at his place, Jacob practically dragged her inside, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss.

Myra melted into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together.

Jacob's hands roamed over her body, his touch rough and possessive. He pushed her against the wall, his body pinning hers as he deepened the kiss.

As they stumbled through the house, their clothes fell away in a trail behind them. By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both naked and breathing heavily.

Jacob pushed her onto the bed, his eyes roving over her body hungrily.

Myra's heart raced under his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She lay there, her body trembling with anticipation as he crawled onto the bed, caging her in with his arms.

He ran his hands over her body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. "I'm going to claim you," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Yes Sir." Myra shivered, her body arching up into his touch. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she let out a soft moan.

"It's Yes Alpha.." Jacob corrected her opting for an honorific reflective of their primal dynamic.

"Y-yes Alpha," Myra corrected herself, her voice trembling with submission.

Jacob growled in approval, his hand moving to cup her breast. "Good girl," he praised her, his thumb circling her nipple.

Myra moaned again, her body reacting to his touch. She could feel herself getting wetter, her desire for him growing with every passing moment.

Jacob leaned down, his lips closing around her other nipple. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing her skin.

Myra writhed beneath him as she held him close. She was lost in the sensation of his mouth on her body, the feeling of his tongue swirling around her nipple sending waves of pleasure through her.

Jacob switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he continued to tease her. He could feel her growing more desperate beneath him, her body arching up into his touch.

"You're so sensitive," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky.

Myra whimpered in response, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold back her moans. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more.

"Alpha...please," she gasped, her voice strained with need.

Jacob lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Please what, princess?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

He knew exactly what she wanted, but he was going to make her say it.

"Please...fuck me," she finally whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob's smirk widened into a feral grin. "That's my good girl," he said, his hand sliding down her body to between her legs.

He ran his fingers through her wetness, teasing her entrance before moving up to circle her clit.

Myra gasped, her hips bucking up against his hand. She was so sensitive, every touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Jacob positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he thrust into her in one smooth motion.

"Alpha's gonna fill you up," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Gonna breed this tight lil pussy."

Myra moaned loudly, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He was big, and she could feel every inch of him as he began to move inside her, taking her hard and fast.

"Please, Alpha," she begged, her voice high and needy. "Please breed me."

Jacob's thrusts grew harder, faster, as he lost himself in the pleasure of her body. He could feel her walls clenching around him, milking his cock as he pounded into her.

"That's it, princess," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Take it all. Take your Alpha's seed."

Myra's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt herself nearing the edge. She was close, so close.

"Alpha...I'm gonna come," she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Come for me, princess," Jacob growled, his own orgasm building rapidly. "Come on my cock like a lil slut."

He reached down and pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

Myra cried out as she came, her body convulsing beneath him. She clenched around him tightly, her walls fluttering as she milked his cock for all he was worth.

Jacob grunted, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. They lay there for a moment, sweaty and spent, before he rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.

"So am I gonna tame you or are you gonna tame me?" Myra joked.

"Honestly? it looks like both. Tale as old as time, baby." Jacob responded.

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My Heart Will Go On | Swipe Right Universe Finale (18+)

Description: Jacob and Myra take a big step. The cruise comes to an end.

Chapter: 7/7

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: Teasing, hot tub sex, dirty talk, honorifics, love bites, begging, p in v, rough sex, primal, Dom/sub.

This is the finale of the Swipe Right series! Featuring characters and couples from Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast, The Nanny and Triple Threat. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in Chapter 1, this is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy and drama thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso

The group gathers on the sky deck, drinks in hand, toasting to Beatrice's downfall. They laugh and cheer, relieved that the drama has finally come to an end.

"To freedom from my psycho ass mother." Amanda says raising her glass.

Everyone else raises their glasses as well, "Cheers to that!" they say in unison. They spend the rest of the night drinking and enjoying each other's company, grateful for the drama-free atmosphere.

The group's attention is drawn to the waitress as she approaches with a tray of tequila shots. She looks to be in her mid-50s, her dark hair streaked with gray and pulled back into a tight bun.

She wears a warm smile, placing the shots on the table. "You all look like you could use a little extra celebration tonight." She says.

Though the final boss himself couldn't make the cruise, he'd made sure the ship was properly stocked with his Teremana tequila.

"Well, aren't you a vision of beauty?" Paul says, his voice dripping with charm. "What's a gorgeous lady like you doing working on a cruise ship?

The waitress blushes at the compliment, her eyes locked on Paul's. "Just trying to make a living and enjoy the sea breeze, doll," she replies, her new york accent thick. "But you... you're the real treat here."

Paul laughs, clearly enjoying the attention. "You're too kind," he says, leaning in a little closer.

"Ohhh shit, Wiseman got game." Jimmy jokes.

Jacob suddenly turns to Myra, a determined look on his face. He gets down on one knee, pulling out a small box from his pocket.

"Myra," he says, his voice steady. "I've been thinking about this for a long time now, and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you. Will you marry me?"

The group gasps in surprise, all eyes on the couple as they wait for Myra's response.

Myra's eyes widen in shock as she looks down at Jacob, her hand flying to her mouth. Tears start to well up in her eyes as she processes what's happening.

"Oh my god," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"

The group erupts into cheers and applause, congratulating the newly engaged couple.

Jacob stands up, a huge smile on his face as he slips the ring onto Myra's finger. He pulls her into a tight embrace, spinning her around in excitement.

"I love you so much," he says, kissing her passionately.

The waitress, who had introduced herself as Sharon, looks on with a smile, clapping along with the rest of the group. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" she says.

As the excitement dies down, the group begins to disperse back to their cabins. The newly engaged couple heads off together, lost in their own little world of happiness.

The rest of the group chats and laughs as they make their way back, still buzzing from the night's events. Some of them are tipsy, while others are sober enough to easily navigate the ship's corridors.

Myra and Jacob sit in the jacuzzi, the warm water bubbling around them as they look up at the stars. The moonlight reflects off the water, casting a soft glow on their faces.

"I can't believe this is real," Myra says, admiring her ring. "We're really getting married."

Jacob wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer. "I know," he replies, kissing her forehead.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the peaceful moment. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship and the gentle hum of the jacuzzi create a soothing atmosphere.

As they continue to sit in the jacuzzi, the atmosphere between Myra and Jacob becomes more charged. Their bodies are pressed close together, and their breathing becomes heavier.

Jacob's hand slowly begins to wander, tracing patterns along Myra's skin under the water. He nibbles on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

Myra lets out a soft moan, tilting her head to give him better access. "Jacob," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I want you."

Jacob groans at her words, his grip on her tightening. He pushes her back against the edge of the jacuzzi, his body pressed against hers.

"You have no idea how badly I want you," he growls, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss.

The kiss quickly becomes more urgent, tongues tangling as they lose themselves in each other. Their hands roam freely, exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

Jacob's hand slides between Myra's legs, finding her center and beginning to tease her.

Myra gasps, arching her back as Jacob's fingers work their magic. She moans into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.

"Alpha, please," she begs, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you."

Jacob grins against her lips, enjoying the sound of her pleading. "Patience, baby," he murmurs, continuing to tease her. "We have all night."

He moves his mouth down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along her collarbone and breasts.

Myra's head falls back, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the sensations. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the need for him becoming almost unbearable.

"I can't wait any longer," she whimpers, bucking her hips against his hand. "I need you inside me."

Jacob obliges, quickly pulling down her bottoms and bending her over the edge of the hot tub. He admires the view for a moment, his hands running over her curves.

"You're so beautiful," he says, his voice rough with desire. "And all mine."

He steps closer, his body pressing against hers from behind as he lowers his trunks and positions himself at her entrance.

Myra gasps as she feels the head of his cock teasing her entrance. She braces herself against the edge of the hot tub, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Please, Alpha," she begs again, pushing back against him. "Take me."

Jacob doesn't need any further encouragement. He thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside her in one smooth motion.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he begins to move. "You feel so good."

Myra moans loudly, her body adjusting to his size. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

Jacob grins, loving how needy she is for him. He obliges, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixes with the sound of the water, creating a symphony of pleasure.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I can't get enough of you."

It's a primal, animalistic kind of passion that takes over them. Jacob's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate as he chases his release. Myra is a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him, completely lost in the moment.

The jacuzzi bubbles around them, adding to the sensation as they move together in perfect harmony.

Suddenly, Jacob flips her over, lifting her up sitting her onto the edge of the hot tub. He stands between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he continues to pound up into her.

"I want to see your face when you come," he growls, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to see the look on your face as you fall apart for me."

Myra looks up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She's close, so close to the edge. Her fingers dig into his back, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

"Alpha," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come so hard."

Jacob grins, his own release building up inside him. He reaches down to rub her clit, wanting to push her over the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice rough and dominant. "Come all over my cock."

Myra's body tenses, her back arching as she reaches her climax. She cries out his name, her inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Jacob follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spills his seed. He collapses on top of her, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter. Jacob kisses her forehead, his hand stroking her hair gently.

"I love you," he whispers, still buried inside her. "I love you so much."

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As the ship docks back in the harbor, the group disembarks, all feeling closer than ever. Roman and Iris were both glad that the cruise hadn't ended in a catastrophe and actually seemed to work.

In the car, Roman turns to Iris with a smile. "I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical about this whole cruise thing, but it turned out to be pretty great."

Iris smirks, "So basically... I was right."

Roman rolls his eyes playfully. "Yes, you were right. But don't let it go to your head."

Iris laughs, "Too late for that. I'm going to hold this over you for a long time."

Roman shakes his head, but can't help but smile. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Iris grins, "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

Roman takes her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Yeah, I do. Even when you're annoying."

Iris leans her head on his shoulder, feeling content and happy. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

It was a complicated happily ever after, But they wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.

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I am absolutely mind blown by all the love and support I have received for this series over the past months, it (Swipe Right) being my first multi chapter wrestling fic. I had no idea that it would take off and turn into a seven book series!

Once I came to an end of Swipe Right and Roman and Iris' story had been told, it was like Jax demanded her own story. And thus came Rivals With Benefits. Nearing the end of Jey and Jax story, I simply couldn't leave Iris and Jax's baby sister, Kiley/Lele out and so Kiss It Better came to be and her story with Zilla. From there we met Myra and she fell for the Samoan Werewolf in her own story Baddie and The Beast, and we met Amanda who is such a complex character who is deeply flawed but trying to be better for love. Her and Solo's story introduced us to Beatrice who has been tormenting our favorite family the past three books! Using the iconic Jackée Harry as her face claim. I used so very many iconic black and queer celebrities faces to bring theses stories to life including:

Ciara as Iris

Ariana Debose as Jax

Halle Bailey as Lele

Navia Robinson as Imani

Madison Pettis as Amira

Flo Milli as Myra

Keiynan Lonsdale as Chris

Garrett Clayton as Lyle

Jasmine Cephas Jones as Amanda

Arsema Thomas as Tatiana

Jackée Harry as Beatrice

Keke Palmer as Cara

Aaron Pierre as Devon...

After the craziness that insused in "The Nanny" we told Tatiana's story in "Triple Threat" because Jim and Naomi needed their own as well!

Wrapping things up we saw Devon and Cara and even the Wiseman find love. Beatrice got her comeuppance. The kinky escapades and the lovey dovey moments and the drama were all equally fun to write.

Thank you all so so very much for coming along for the ride with me. I hope you'll stick around and read my next wip (potentially another series? 👀) and thank you for reading my endless rambles here. Extra special thanks to those who have been here since the beginning of Swipe Right. Y'all the shit.

I hate to say goodbye to this series but I am excited to create more. Lots of love, and please as always, remember to Acknowledge our OTC today.

- Luna ❤☝🏾

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Myra realizes her feelings for Jacob.

Chapter: 5/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Angst, arguing, strong language.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,313

My masterlist can be found here

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @adoreesun @Isabella-2025 @skyesthebomb @acute-crashout-jeyuso @raya-hunter01

Over the next few weeks, Jacob and Myra's relationship only grew more intense. They couldn't get enough of each other, spending every free moment lost in each other's bodies.

Their passion was insatiable, with each encounter more intense than the last. They pushed each other to their limits, exploring every kink and desire they had.

One night, after a particularly rough session, Jacob held Myra in his arms as they lay in bed. He could feel her body trembling, her breathing still ragged from their activities.

"You're incredible," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Myra snuggled closer to him, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She was sore, but in the best possible way. She loved the way Jacob made her feel, the way he could take her to new heights of pleasure.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this," she murmured, her eyes drifting closed.

As the days turned into weeks, Myra found herself thinking more and more about Jacob. She tried to convince herself that it was just the afterglow of their passionate encounters, but deep down, she knew it was more than that.

She began to look forward to their time together, counting down the hours until she could be in his arms again. The thought of being without him made her chest ache.

Myra couldn't deny it any longer - she was falling for him. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her both elated and terrified.

She knew it was risky to develop feelings for someone like Jacob. He was dominant, possessive, and had a dark side that both scared and excited her. But she couldn't help the way her heart raced whenever he looked at her, the way his touch sent sparks of electricity through her body.

Myra knew she had to end things with Jacob before she got in too deep. She didn't want to ruin what they had, but she also couldn't continue their arrangement knowing that her feelings were growing stronger.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. She had to tell him the truth - that she was falling for him, and that it was best for them to end their arrangement before either of them got hurt.

Jacob could sense the tension in Myra's body as she approached him. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Myra took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Jacob's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. "Alright," he said, his voice guarded. "What is it?"

Myra took another deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I...I think we should end this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw clenching. "End this?" he repeated, his tone sharp. "What do you mean, end this?"

Myra flinched at the harshness in his voice, but she stood her ground. "I mean, I think we should stop seeing each other," she said, her voice stronger now. "I can't do this anymore. I'm...I'm falling for you."

Jacob's expression softened, his eyes flickering with surprise and something else - vulnerability?

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on her face. Finally, he spoke.

"You're...falling for me?"

Myra nodded, her heart in her throat. She could see the conflicting emotions warring on his face - surprise, confusion, and something else that she couldn't quite place.

"I know it wasn't supposed to happen," she said softly. "But it did. And I can't ignore it anymore."

Jacob's jaw clenched again, his eyes flashing with something akin to anger. But beneath that, she saw something else - a hint of vulnerability that he was trying to hide.

"Dammit," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I knew this would happen. I knew it."

Myra's heart sank at his words. She had hoped that he would try to convince her that they could continue as they were. But instead, he seemed to be admitting defeat.

"You knew it would happen?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I knew we were playing with fire," he said, his voice gruff. "I knew that if we got too close, things would get messy. And now...here we are."

Myra's heart ached at the resignation in his voice. She had hoped that he would fight for them, that he would tell her that he felt the same way. But it seemed like he was ready to give up.

"So, that's it?" she asked, her voice trembling. "We're just...done?"

Jacob's jaw clenched again, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and frustration. "I don't know," he said, his voice rough. "What do you want me to say, Myra? That I'm falling for you too? That I want to keep this going?"

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his words. She hadn't expected him to admit that he was falling for her too. But his admission only made things more complicated.

"Then why are you giving up so easily? You don't care enough to fight for this?" she asked, her voice cracking.

Jacob's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something fierce. "Because it's easier," he said bluntly. "Because I neither of us do relationships, Myra. And I sure as hell don't do well with feelings."

Myra felt a pang of disappointment at his words. She had hoped that he would be willing to take a chance on them, that he would be willing to try to make it work despite their pasts.

But it seemed like he was determined to push her away.

Jacob took a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. "We're better off without feelings," he said firmly. "We're better off keeping things simple, casual."

Myra took a step back, shaking her head. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I can't do that. I can't just pretend like my feelings don't exist. And I can't just continue our arrangement knowing that you're pushing me away because you're scared."

Jacob's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'm not scared," he growled. "I'm being realistic. We both know this was never going to end well."

Myra felt a surge of frustration well up inside her. "That's bullshit," she snapped. "You're scared of getting hurt, just like I am. But that doesn't mean we should just give up on each other."

Jacob's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else - fear. He didn't want to admit that she was right, but deep down, he knew she was.

He was terrified of getting hurt, of opening himself up to her and being vulnerable. But he was even more terrified of losing her.

Myra could see the conflict in his eyes, the war raging inside him. She took a step closer, her voice softening.

"I'm scared too, Jacob," she said quietly. "But I'm willing to take that risk if it means being with you. Are you?"

Jacob's gaze flickered away from hers, He was silent for a long moment, the tension in the air thickening.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"No."

Myra's eyes flashed with anger as she reached for her iced coffee. Without a word, she poured the cold drink over his head, soaking his hair and clothes.

"You're a coward," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "The big bad Samoan werewolf is actually a little bitch that can't accept his own feelings. Have fun being alone, Jacob. Fuck You."

Jacob stood there, stunned, as the iced coffee dripped down his face and body. He looked at her with a mixture of shock and hurt, his eyes wide as she walked away.

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vice: book IV

Chapter 130 – Operation Bachelor Watch

Tamika was pacing barefoot through the living room of the Fatu compound like she was preparing to launch a military invasion. Leilapua sat cross-legged on the couch nibbling at pineapple slices, Marsai was scrolling Instagram while sipping a smoothie, and Nadia had one brow raised, lazily braiding her long hair.

“I’m just saying,” Tamika snapped, arms crossed, “a bachelor party? In town? No location, no details? Jey was grinning way too damn hard. Jimmy wouldn’t even look me in the face. And Jacob, my Jacob, said ‘Don’t wait up’ like he wasn’t about to do something—”

“Tamika,” Nadia cut in, deadpan. “You pregnant. He not stupid.”

Leilapua giggled. “Girl, you’d murder him with one contraction. He ain’t testing you.”

“I still want to know what club they at,” Tamika grumbled.

Marsai’s eyes glimmered. “You tryna roll up and crash the bachelor party?”

Before Tamika could answer, there was a loud shuffle from upstairs. The women turned just in time to see Dulcedescending the stairs—and jaws hit the floor.

She had on loose grey sweats hanging low over visible boxers, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, a fitted cap shoved on top, shades over her eyes, and somehow—a whole fake beard and mustache. She even had a gold chain bouncing against her chest and the air smelled like Dior Sauvage.

“What you think?” Dulce asked with a cocky smirk, pulling down her shades and adjusting her mustache. “Miraaa, do I look like I can do intel for us or what?”

The room exploded.

Leilapua choked on her fruit. Marsai doubled over in laughter, tears forming instantly. Nadia covered her face in disbelief, whispering “Ain’t no way.”

But Tamika? Tamika stood there blinking in stunned silence.

Then she pointed at Dulce and howled.

“Bitch—!” she gasped, nearly falling to the floor. “You got a beard! A whole-ass beard! Where you even get that!?”

“Amazon, mami,” Dulce said smugly. “Next day shipping. Priority delivery. I came prepared.”

“You... you even smell like a man!” Leilapua sniffed at her and gagged. “Oh my God, is that—cologne?!”

“Dior. Sefa’s sample bottle,” Dulce said proudly, straightening her hoodie. “Now listen. Y’all stay here. I’ma slide in, act like I’m one of the crew, get the layout, see what they doing. If Jacob even breathes near a titty, I’ll know.”

Marsai was fanning herself with a napkin, still breathless. “You are insane. Like—you’re really gonna walk into a whole ass club and pretend you a dude?”

Dulce tilted her head with attitude. “Baby, this beard cost $49.99 and my mama raised a professional.”

Tamika grinned, biting her bottom lip. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

Dulce struck a pose, arms wide. “Operation Watch-a-Boyfriend has begun.”

“More like Mission Dumbass Impossible,” Nadia muttered, shaking her head.

But Tamika just smiled wide, her stomach tightening from laughter and baby flutters alike.

“God, I love this family.

Chapter 131 – Operation Watch-a-Boyfriend: Live Surveillance

“Camera’s on. Audio clear. Stream goin’.” Dulce tapped her ear twice, sunglasses low on her nose as she stood outside the club entrance, bouncing lightly on her toes like she was hyping herself up for a fight. “Let’s get this intel, mamas.”

Back at the Fatu compound, Tamika, Marsai, Nadia, and Leilapua were huddled around a laptop like it was the last episode of a crime docuseries. The live feed was crystal clear—angled from inside Dulce’s cap, tilted just right to show everything in front of her.

“She really got a GoPro in her fitted,” Marsai whispered.

“She said she was CIA,” Leilapua added, eyes wide.

Tamika had both hands on her knees, leaning in so close her baby bump was nearly touching the table. “Shhh—she goin’ in.”

The bouncer barely blinked as Dulce strolled past, her whole posture cocky and exaggerated, a heavy-lidded stare beneath her shades. The sweats hung low, hoodie zipped halfway to expose a chain. Her voice, when she muttered “Sup, Uce,” was perfectly deep and carried a convincing Samoan cadence.

“Dawg—who is that?” Jey asked, squinting as Dulce walked up to the group: Jacob, Sefa, Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla—all lounging in the VIP booth, drinks in hand.

Jacob leaned forward. “Wait—who you with, fam?”

Dulce threw up the chillest chin nod. “C’mon, Uce. Y’all really don’t remember me?”

They were all frowning now, heads tilted, and she clapped up Zilla first—a perfectly executed dap with a shoulder bump.

“Damn,” Zilla muttered. “You lowkey strong.”

Dulce gave a low, raspy chuckle. “Yuh. Prison. Two bids.”

Jimmy squinted. “What part of the family you from?”

Dulce grinned slow and crooked. “Ya mama’s. Y’all don’t remember me? This Tito, bruh. Tiii-to.”

There was a stunned pause.

Inside the compound, Tamika screamed.

“THIS TITO—?!”

Leilapua was on the floor, clutching her belly, howling. Marsai choked on a mango slice and Nadia was trying not to drop the laptop from laughing too hard.

“Titooooo?!” Marsai gasped.

Back in the club, Dulce had locked in. She sank into the booth like she’d always belonged, throwing her arm over the back of the seat, adjusting her shades with a small grunt.

Sefa was still looking confused. “Tito from...where again?”

Dulce took a slow sip of the water she’d swiped from the bar and waved it off with a gruff voice. “Long story. Just got back from the PI. Moms said y’all might be out here actin’ up, so I had to slide.”

Jacob shrugged. “Well, we drinking. Ain’t no girls yet. You good?”

“Oh yeah,” Dulce said, smirking under her fake beard. “I’m watchin’ everything.”

Back at the compound, Tamika clutched her chest like her heart couldn’t take it. “Yo. I owe this girl everything. When this baby come out, I’m namin’ it Tito!”

“She’s deep cover,” Nadia murmured. “She is in.”

“CIA ain’t got shit on Dulce,” Marsai said.

“¡Dios mío!” Leilapua groaned between giggles. “She might win an Oscar for this.”

Tamika just grinned wider, rubbing her belly and whispering to her unborn child, “You gon’ have some wild-ass aunties.”

Chapter 132 – Tito Don’t Fold, Tito Got Rhythm

Dulce—aka Tito—was now fully embedded in the bachelor party like a damn undercover agent sent from Midwife HQ. She had her legs spread wide, hoodie hooded, sipping her water like it was dark liquor. Every time one of the boys side-eyed her too long, she gave them that “what’s good, Uce?” look that made them all back off like she was the dangerous one.

Meanwhile, back at the compound, Tamika was pacing like an NFL coach on third down.

“Why she too good at this though?” Nadia asked, clutching the couch.

“She studied y’all,” Marsai laughed. “Jey, Jimmy, Sefa, even Jacob—she got y’all down.”

“She not even sweating!” Leilapua wheezed.

Tamika leaned into the mic on the laptop, whispering into Dulce’s earpiece like she was Charlie talking to a damn Angel: “Update, Tito. You still good?”

Dulce adjusted her beard, eyes scanning the club as she replied under her breath, “Copy that. No thots in sight. Target group still sipping. Jacob lookin’ way too relaxed. Might need to stir the pot.”

And then—it happened.

The music shifted. The club lights dimmed. And they came in.

Three tall women in skintight dresses, heels clicking like weapons, weaved into the VIP section like they belonged to the streets and the streets were calling them home.

“Oh hell,” Dulce muttered.

Back at the compound, every woman stood up at once.

“WHO THE FCK ARE THEY?*” Tamika shouted.

Marsai was zooming in like a CSI agent. “Ain’t no cousins. Ain’t no sisters. Ain’t no church friends. Abort!”

Leilapua was already grabbing her flip-flop. “Should we fly down there?!”

“Tito,” Tamika said into the mic, gripping the laptop. “Do something.”

Inside the club, Dulce stood slow, cracked her knuckles, and adjusted her voice—dropping it three octaves lower.

She strutted over to the women like a bouncer and cut them off.

“Ayo,” she growled. “Private party, Uce. Family only.”

The tallest one blinked. “You don’t look like security.”

Dulce tilted her head. “I’m Tito. You wanna test that?”

Back at the compound:

“LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO!” the women screamed.

Even Marsai was hollering, “PROTECT THE BLOODLINE, TITO!”

The girls scattered, and Dulce walked back into the booth like she was Vin Diesel himself.

Jey nodded slow. “Aight...I remember you now, Tito.”

“Told you, fam,” Dulce grunted, pulling her hoodie lower.

Tamika was crying tears. “Bury me next to this bitch. That’s my maid of honor now.”

Nadia wiped her eyes. “You married into us, Dulce.”

Leilapua held her bump. “We need to make her a plaque at the compound. First of her name. Tamer of thots. Protector of wombs.”

Chapter 133: "Tito Ain’t No Damn Cousin"

The club was hot and thick with bass, the lights pulsing in deep red and blue as the Fatu men posted up in the VIP section like kings. Jacob was seated back in his plush leather booth, bottle of tequila in hand, receiving toasts and side comments from his younger cousins.

“This for you, Uce,” Jey said, clinking glasses with Jimmy. “Old dog finally off the streets.”

Zilla chuckled, gold tooth flashing. “I’m shocked she ain’t bolt after all the years he ran her through hell, no cap.”

Jacob just smirked, “That’s why she mine now. Ride or die, you feel me?”

Suddenly, a tall, suspiciously broad-shouldered “man” in sagging sweats, shades, and a pulled-down hoodie slid into the booth with a familiar swagger. His mustache was too perfect, beard slightly crooked, but the aura?

Unmistakably chaotic.

“Ayo, who the fuck is that?” Sefa whispered.

“Yo!” the voice called in a deep, fake drawl, mimicking their accents. “What’s good, Uce?”

Zilla squinted. “That ain’t one of ours...”

Jimmy leaned in, skeptical. “Who sent this ni—?”

“I’m Tito!” the figure barked. “Ya mamas don’t remember me? I’m from the other side of the fam!”

The cousins exchanged glances, clearly confused.

“Tito who?” Jacob asked, already halfway into a laugh.

The figure shrugged. “Tito...Tito from the West Side. Y’all was in pampers when I was outside for real.”

Zilla blinked. “Yo, that ‘Tito’ built like a thick auntie.”

Before anyone could say more, a thot in seven-inch stilettos made her way over to Jacob, clearly clocking him as the bachelor. She leaned in, voice syrupy.

“Hey handsome, lemme give you a little preview of your honeymoon...”

Jacob held his hands up. “I’m good, love, I’m engaged.”

She ignored him, climbing into his lap like a determined mosquito.

That was all Dulce—er, Tito—needed.

She shot up like a bullet, charging across the section. The entire group blinked as this “man” tackled the woman in stilettos to the floor with no hesitation. Chaos erupted.

“¡Maldita perra! ¡No toques al prometido de mi hermana, maldita cucaracha con tacones!” Dulce screeched, swinging a fist and tearing her hoodie half off. Her beard flew off mid-swing, dangling from one ear like an earring.

Jey’s drink exploded out of his mouth.

Jimmy screamed, “IS THAT DULCE?!”

Zilla leapt back yelling, “AYOOO?!”

Sefa covered his face, howling in laughter. “Bruh, her beard on her damn shoulder—WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”

Jacob stood frozen as Dulce grabbed a bottle and pointed at the dazed woman on the ground. “Touch my damn sister’s man again and I’ll knock the Botox off ya!”

The club security rushed in, and Dulce snapped her hoodie back on, snatching her mustache and slapping it to her lip as if nothing happened.

Jimmy leaned toward Jey, wide-eyed. “Did our baby sister just beat a hoe in full disguise...?”

“She got a beard hanging off her lip like a twisted Mr. Potato Head!” Zilla shouted, still doubled over in tears.

Back at the compound, the Fatu women were watching the live stream from the earpiece camera Dulce had tucked in her cap. The second the tackle went down, they screamed.

Marsai spit out her smoothie. “IS SHE FIGHTING?!”

Nadia hollered, “Oh my God—her beard is flying! Why is her beard flying?!”

Leilapua clapped her hands. “SHE WHOOPING THAT WOMAN’S ASS FOR TIA—YEEEESSSS!”

Tamika, pregnant belly bouncing, was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the counter. “That’s my baby sister! Tear her UP, Dulce! Not the cucaracha with heels!”

Marsai wiped tears from her eyes. “This is why we can’t take her nowhere!”

The girls watched as Dulce was escorted from the club still yelling Spanish obscenities, waving to the men with a cheerful, “¡Nos vemos, pendejos!”

Jacob, hands on his head, laughed in disbelief. “Tia sent her? That’s our damn midwife!”

Zilla just shook his head. “Bro... she not even tryna be discreet. She tackled that woman like a linebacker in Timbs.”

Sefa wiped his eyes. “She said ‘touch my sister’s man again’... Tia got the whole CIA working undercover now?”

The whole ride home, the men couldn’t stop laughing—Jacob especially, who despite the madness, felt ten times more loved knowing the women had his back that hard.

Chapter 134: “Who, Me?”

The front door to the Fatu compound creaked open as the men walked in, still fresh from the chaos of the bachelor party.

Jacob came in first, cap low, hoodie on, still chuckling to himself. “Man, I’ll never forget the look on that girl’s face when ‘Tito’ started cussing her out with one eyebrow and a beard hanging on by a thread…”

Jey was laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. “Bro, I’m crying again just thinkin’ about it.”

Zilla followed, shaking his head. “She hit her with a slap and the mustache flew into her drink. I almost passed out.”

Jimmy and Sefa were still howling as they stepped into the living room… and immediately went silent.

Because what they walked into?

Pure. Pink. Serenity.

The entire living room had transformed into a glowing girls’ night oasis. The lights were low, soft R&B humming in the background. All five women—Tamika, Marsai, Nadia, Leilapua, and Dulce—were perched like sweet little angels in matching pink silk pajama sets, cross-legged on plush cushions. Pink mocktails with fruit garnishes sat neatly beside each of them.

Tamika had her legs out, toes freshly painted in a sparkly pink, Dulce sitting in front of her with a polish bottle in hand and a perfectly innocent face.

“Man, Dulce,” Tamika said sweetly, sipping from a tall glass, “you’ve been painting our toes so nice. You’re such a good little sister to the group.”

Dulce smiled beatifically, curls in a bun, brows arched with mock modesty. “Ay sí, I’m just tryin’ to bring peace and softness into this house, mami.”

Leilapua cooed, “She’s been spoiling us all night.”

Nadia nodded. “Not a single fight. We’ve just been bonding, vibing, being feminine.”

Marsai added, “Didn’t even step outside tonight.”

The men all stood frozen.

Jacob squinted at Dulce. “You sure? ‘Cause I coulda sworn Tito tackled a hoe in six-inch heels just two hours ago…”

Dulce gave him a wide-eyed expression, blinking slowly. “Tito? Who’s that? I was here painting toes and listening to Jhené Aiko.”

Sefa narrowed his eyes, trying not to laugh. “That’s crazy… cause Tito had your exact hands, shorty. Same height. Same fire.”

Zilla burst out laughing. “Naw bruh, Tito had her accent and told a woman she’d snatch her soul with a chancla.”

Dulce clutched her chest. “¡Qué difamación! I would never! That poor girl probably needed prayer.”

Tamika smiled sweetly. “Y’all accusing my little sister of violence on a girls’ night? That’s wild.”

Marsai lifted her foot. “Look at my toes, do they say 'club fight' to you?”

Jey stared at Dulce, a slow smirk forming. “You tackled her like a damn linebacker.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “You called Jacob ‘your sister’s man’ and threatened to slice a lace front.”

Leilapua gasped. “Oh my God. Dulce? Our Dulce? She’s a midwife.”

The men exchanged glances. Dulce just sipped her drink, legs crossed, completely unbothered.

Zilla shook his head. “This why we can’t win. Y’all moved like Ocean’s 8 out here.”

Jacob rubbed his face, laughing. “You know what? I don’t even care. You handled that hoe. Appreciate you, Tito.”

Dulce winked. “Anytime, papi.”

Chapter 135 – “Cake, Catfish, and Commitment”

Tamika smacked her lips as she licked a bit of buttercream frosting off her thumb. "That one was good," she mumbled, nodding with a mix of satisfaction and caution. "But if they put another damn lavender leaf in my dessert, I swear to God—"

Jacob chuckled, slouched in his chair across from her, one ankle propped on his knee, gold chain glinting under his collar. "You the one said you wanted a bougie-ass cake. Bougie come with leaves, baby girl."

"Don’t get popped." She pointed her fork at him. "You know damn well I meant bougie like pretty and soft and creamy. Not like the damn garden section at Home Depot."

They were seated in the sunroom of the Fatu compound, a long table before them covered in small plated samples—mac and cheese with truffle oil, jerk chicken sliders, fried green tomatoes, sushi, five types of cake, and what looked like three separate versions of a wedding-style oxtail.

Jacob reached for another bite of the spiced catfish and gave a hum of approval. “Okay, now this hit. Get that on the list.”

Tamika eyed him. “Didn’t you say fish at weddings was bad luck?”

He looked up mid-chew. “I said white people fish. That fried catfish blessed by somebody’s church auntie? That’s marriage food.”

Tamika snorted, covering her mouth. “You so damn dumb.”

“You marrying me though.” He grinned, licking hot sauce from his fingers, then winking at her.

"Unfortunately," she muttered dramatically, but her smile betrayed her. “Let’s talk cake. You want chocolate?”

Jacob leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “I want whatever you want.”

Tamika narrowed her eyes. “Say that again like you actually mean it.”

He smirked, leaning forward now, voice dropping low. “I mean I want whatever gon’ have you grinning, kissing on me at the altar, eyes all sparkly, dress hugging that fine ass, making me think I might faint from joy or lust or both.”

She blinked. Then burst out laughing. “You such a fool, but I’ma take that compliment.”

“Take it and let me get that chocolate with the hazelnut cream,” he said, nudging the slice closer to her. “That’s the one that tasted like rich sex.”

Tamika’s mouth dropped open. “Rich sex?! You nasty as hell.”

He shrugged with zero shame. “You asked for my opinion.”

They went quiet for a moment, both eating, glancing out at the view of the beach just past the open windows. A warm breeze floated in, carrying the scent of plumeria and sea salt.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Tamika said softly. “Planning an actual wedding. Us.”

Jacob looked over at her, chewing slower now. “Believe it. We earned this.”

She nodded, then looked down, fingers toying with her fork. “I used to dream about this. Not the big-ass family compound or the random ass Dominican midwife living with us—” she smirked a little, “but like...the feeling. Peace. Safety. You.”

He didn’t respond at first. Just stood up, walked around the table, and knelt beside her, pulling her chair toward him.

“Mi-Mika,” he said gently, using the nickname he only ever used when she got soft on him like this. “You still dreaming. Just now, we dreaming together. And I’ma spend every day making sure this dream don’t end.”

Her throat got tight. She opened her mouth to say something but just nodded and leaned forward to kiss him instead.

Then—

“Awwww hell nah!” Jimmy’s voice called from the hallway. “Can y’all at least wait until after we eat?!”

Jey’s voice followed. “Y’all tongue wrestling over oxtails is not the vibe, bro.”

Sefa peeked in, a mischievous grin on his face. “You telling me these two about to serve catfish and chocolate cake? That’s black excellence if I ever seen it.”

Jacob stood, not missing a beat. “Y’all mad you didn’t think of it first.”

Marsai popped her head in, cradling one of the twins. “Don’t forget I’m allergic to pecans. Y’all ain’t tryna take me out at the reception, right?”

Tamika rolled her eyes. “Girl, you dramatic. We checked the ingredients twice.”

Dulce’s voice echoed from another room. “As long as I get one slice and one dance with Zilla, I don’t care what the hell y’all serve!”

Tamika and Jacob looked at each other, bursting out laughing as the noise around them swelled—family, chaos, love.

“Okay,” Tamika said, brushing Jacob’s cheek with her hand. “Chocolate-hazelnut sex cake and fried catfish. That’s our legacy.”

Jacob kissed her palm. “And if the cake don’t work out...”

She raised a brow. “Then what?”

He smirked. “You still got me.”