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

Description: Myra and Jacob meet

Chapter: 1/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Drinking, strong language, one night stand, p in v, oral (fem receiving), flirting, nipple play, pet names, mention of loss of a loved one.

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: 3,159

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Flashback, last summer -

Myra sipped her mixed drink sitting at the hotel bar. Kiley and Chris were back in the suite knocked out, but Myra had just been unable to. Her mind was racing.

The trio had just graduated nursing school and decided on a little beach trip before time to get serious about their new volunteer jobs at the free clinic. Today also just so happened to be the 6 year anniversary of her dad's death. Every year she tries to push it out of her head and focus on other things. She was well aware of the safety issue, being a woman drinking alone in a strange city, which is why she left a note for Kiley and Chris that she was going down to the hotel bar. Not just that but she only plans to have the one drink.

Myra stared at her drink, swirling the liquid around as her thoughts swirled within her. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, echoing the turmoil in her heart. Despite her attempts to push away the painful memories, they always found a way to surface on this day.

After the live show, Jacob Fatu was beyond exhausted. His body aches from taking one too many nasty bumps in his match tonight.

He trudges into the hotel bar, his expression grim as he searches for a place to sit. The dim lighting and low murmur of conversation do little to soothe his nerves. He spots an empty stool at the end of the bar and makes his way over, wincing slightly as he sits down.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a tired expression, approaches him. "What can I get ya?" he asks, his voice gruff but friendly.

"Jack and coke, please," Jacob orders, The bartender nods and turns to make the drink, leaving Jacob alone with his thoughts once again.

As he waits for his drink, Jacob's eyes scan the room, his gaze settling on a woman sitting a couple of seats down. She's sipping on a mixed drink, her expression distant and lost in thought. He can't help but notice the sadness in her eyes.

The bartender returns with his drink, setting it down in front of him. Jacob takes a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol distract him from his own aches and pains. His eyes flicker back to the woman, his curiosity piqued by her melancholy demeanor.

Jacob watches her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. She's beautiful, but there's something more to her, something that draws him in despite himself. He finds himself debating whether or not to strike up a conversation with her.

As he ponders, she glances up and catches his gaze. Their eyes lock for a moment, and a jolt of electricity shoots through him. She quickly looks away, but the damage is done. Jacob's interest is piqued, and he can't resist the urge to approach her.

He downs the rest of his drink, his heart racing with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he slides off the stool and walks over to where she's sitting. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual as he speaks.

"Hey," he says, his voice rough yet friendly. "Mind if I join you?"

She looks up at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Um, sure," she replies, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. "Go ahead."

He takes a seat, the proximity to her causing his heart to beat even faster. Up close, he can see the subtle lines of worry etched on her face, the weariness in her eyes. "You look like you've had a rough night," he comments, hoping to strike up a conversation.

She glances at him, a small, wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You could say that," she replies, her voice soft and tired. She wasn't going to trauma dump on a complete stranger how her dad had been killed in a robbery gone wrong."You look like you been dragged to hell and back."

Jacob chuckles, wincing slightly as the movement sends a twinge of pain through his sore muscles. "I'm a professional wrestler." he explains, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension. "Takes a lot out of you."

"Ah, so that explains the bruises," she says, nodding in understanding. Her eyes roam over his body, taking in the various marks and scars that litter his skin with curiosity noticing the small wound on his head. "Doesn't look like you need stitches but you might wanna get that checked out."

"You're a doctor or something?" he asks, noticing the keen observation in her gaze.

"No, actually," she replies, though there's still a sense of pride in her voice. "I'm a nurse. Just graduated."

"Impressive," he says, genuinely admiring her accomplishment. "Congrats, beautiful."

Myra smiles softly, and she looks down at her drink, avoiding his gaze. "Thanks," she mumbles, clearly unused to being complimented like that. Her friends were supportive of course but still. "I'm Myra, by the way."

"Jacob," he replies, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you, Myra."

She takes his hand, her touch sending a small shiver down his spine. Her skin is soft and cool against his calloused palm, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own. They hold hands for a moment longer than necessary before she lets go, her heart skipping a beat. When was the last time a man gave her butterflies? oh right. Her high school sweetheart Devon who had ultimately cheated on her, broke her heart and made her swear off relationships for the foreseeable future.

Myra pushes the memories of Devon aside, focusing on the man in front of her. There was something about Jacob that intrigued her, despite the fact that he was a total stranger. Something about his tattoos, and the jewelry in his locs. His rugged appearance, his confident demeanor, and the way he looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration all made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in a long time.

They sit in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. The air between them is charged with an unspoken tension, and it's making Myra's heart race. She steals a glance at him, taking in the way his muscles ripple under his shirt as he moves. He catches her looking, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"See something you like?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

Myra pauses a moment and sips her drink to hide how embarrassed she was at being caught staring. "I was just...um..." she stammers, searching for an excuse.

Jacob grins, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "No need to be shy," he says, leaning closer to her. "I don't mind you looking."

His proximity makes her heart pound even harder in her chest. She can smell his cologne, a masculine scent that sends a shiver down her spine. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's difficult with him so close to her. "What if I'm tryna do more than look?" she said seductively.

Jacob's eyes darken at her words, his gaze raking over her body. "Shit, I just hope you know what you getting into, babygirl," he replies, his voice husky with desire.

Myra's breath hitches at the pet name, her body reacting instinctively to the way he says it. She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and challenge. "Oh, I think I can handle it," she says, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

The tension between them reaches its boiling point, and before they know it, they're stumbling out of the bar and up to the 5th floor.

As soon as they reach his room, Jacob pushes Myra up against the door, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. She melts into him, her body arching against his as she returns the kiss with equal fervor.

They stumble their way into the room, barely managing to make it to the bed before their clothes are being torn off. Jacob's hands roam over her body, his touch both gentle and rough at the same time. He nips at her neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake as he moves down to her collarbone.

Myra moans softly as he continues his exploration of her body. She can feel the roughness of his stubble against her skin, sending shivers down her spine yet again. Her nails scrape against his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

Jacob groans at the sensation, his hips grinding against hers as he moves lower. He kisses and licks his way down her chest, his lips closing around one of her nipples. He teases it with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he looks up at her through hooded eyes.

Myra's back arches off the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues his assault on her body. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, her desire for him growing with every touch and every kiss.

Jacob smirks against her skin, sensing her growing need. He moves lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reaches the apex of her thighs. He looks up at her again, his eyes dark with lust. "You want this, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, unable to form coherent words. She can feel his breath against her sensitive skin, and it's driving her wild. She wants him, needs him, more than she's ever needed anyone before.

Without waiting another second, Jacob dives in, his tongue exploring her with expert precision. He knows exactly how to touch her, how to make her writhe and moan beneath him. His fingers grip her thighs, holding her in place as he devours her.

Myra's hands fist in the sheets, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. "Jacob, please," she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

Jacob grins against her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit. He can tell she's close, and he's determined to push her over the edge. He doubles his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent as he brings her closer and closer to her release.

Myra's body trembles, her legs shaking as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy. She can feel the tension building within her, every nerve ending in her body tingling with anticipation. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure bliss.

As Myra comes down from her high, Jacob reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers as he rolls it on.

He moves over her, his body hovering above hers as he positions himself at her entrance. "You ready for me, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Yes, please," she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a low growl, Jacob thrusts into her, burying himself to the hilt. He stills for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, before starting to move. His pace is rough and urgent, his hips snapping against hers as he takes her hard and fast.

Myra's nails rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake as she clings to him. She meets his thrusts with her own, her body arching off the bed as she matches his rhythm. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together.

Jacob's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounds into her relentlessly. Sweat drips down his forehead, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Myra's walls flutter around him, the sensation sending him closer to the edge. He can feel her body tightening around him, signaling that she's close again. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his eyes locked on hers.

With a few more hard thrusts, Myra is coming undone again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clench around him, pulling him deeper inside her as she cries out his name.

The feeling of her coming apart beneath him sends Jacob over the edge as well. He buries his face in her neck, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into the condom. His body shudders with pleasure, his grip on her hips tightening as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they struggle to catch their breath. Well Damn.

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Present Day -

Kiley and Zilla had been dating for months now and felt it was time for them to officially move in together. As they packed up their things, they realized they needed some extra help moving all their belongings. Kiley's best friend, Myra, and Zilla's cousin, Jacob, had both offered to lend a hand.

Myra arrived at Kiley and Zilla's new place, ready to help with the move. As she walked in, she saw Jacob and Zilla lifting a heavy piece of furniture. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized him, but he didn't seem to recognize her.

Myra stood there for a moment, her eyes fixed on Jacob as he moved with ease, muscles flexing under his tight ass muscle shirt. She couldn't help but feel a pang of desire as she remembered their night together last summer.

Jacob continued to work, completely oblivious to Myra's presence. He was focused on the task at hand, his attention solely on helping Zilla. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Kiley saw Myra standing there and quickly went over to greet her best friend with a hug, "Hey Bookie"

Myra returned the hug, tearing her eyes away from Jacob for a moment. "Hey Le," she said, trying to act nonchalant. But her heart was still racing at the sight of him.

Kiley noticed the look on Myra's face and gave her a soft smile. "You okay? You seem a little... distracted," she asked.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine." Myra said

Kiley chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You're staring at Jacob like he's a piece of meat," she said with a smirk.

"What? No, I'm not," she protested, trying to play it cool. But she knew she had been caught.

"Not what?" Zilla asked as he and Jacob approached.

Myra's heart skipped a beat as Jacob walked closer, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and she silently cursed herself for being so obvious.

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a knowing look, both of them noticing the tension between Myra and Jacob.

Jacob's gaze lingered on Myra for a moment, she looked familiar but he couldn't place her.

"Hey, I don't think we've met," Jacob said, extending a hand to Myra. "I'm Jacob, Zilla's cousin."

Myra took his hand, her skin tingling at the touch. "Myra," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm Kiley's best friend."

Jacob's grip was firm, and he held her hand for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes searched her face, still trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.

Zilla watched the interaction between Myra and Jacob, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew his cousin was attracted to Myra, and he couldn't wait to see how this would play out.

Kiley nudged Zilla with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Looks like someone's got a thing for Myra," she whispered.

Zilla chuckled quietly, "Ah shit. We get to bet on someone's love life this time? I bet they hook up within a week."

Kiley grinned, "Oh you're on. I bet it'll take them at least a month."

Zilla shook his head, "Too long. They're already attracted to each other, it's obvious. Give it a week."

"We're right here, dumbasses." Myra sighs

Zilla and Kiley both turn to look at Myra, grins on their faces. "We know," Zilla said with a smirk.

"And we don't care," Kiley added, winking at her friend. "You and Jacob are totally attracted to each other, it's only a matter of time before you give in."

Myra rolled her eyes, trying to act annoyed but secretly feeling a thrill at the thought of giving in to her attraction to Jacob.

Jacob, who had been listening to the conversation, couldn't help but smirk. He found Myra's feisty attitude endearing, and he was starting to wonder what it would be like to see her completely unravel.

Jacob, not one to waste time, took a step closer to Myra. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked, his voice low and confident.

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his tone, but she tried to maintain her cool exterior. "What is it?" she asked, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"Would you want to go out with me sometime?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Myra was taken aback by the question, and for a moment, she was speechless. She hadn't expected him to be so direct, and her mind was racing with conflicting emotions.

Zilla and Kiley watched the exchange with bated breath, eager to see how Myra would respond.

Myra took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I...I, No." she said hesitantly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jacob's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Really? Why not?" he asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

"You figure out why." Myra said sharply, "Kiley, I'ma head home, boo. Love you. Peace, Zilla."

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a look, both of them surprised by Myra's response and confused.

Kiley shrugged, "Damn, I thought she'd go for it."

Zilla chuckled, "Guess we'll have to reevaluate our bet."

Kiley nodded in agreement, "Yeah, no way was she going to say no for no reason. Something's going on with her."

"I'm gon' head out too, Uce." Jacob tells Zilla.

Zilla nodded, "Alright, man. See you later."

He watched as Jacob left, still reeling from Myra's rejection.

Zilla turned to Kiley, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You think we should talk to her about it?" he asked.

"I'd rather you fuck me all over our new house. Break it in good." Kiley said.

Zilla chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse."

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 8 days ago

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Across the Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x Oc Fanfic.

Chapter 6: Realizations…

May 25th, 4:00 AM

Zilla quietly shut the bathroom door behind him, the muffled sounds of laughter and music from the late-night party fading into the background. His heart raced, not from guilt but from the anticipation of what he was about to do. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag—his so-called escape.

Placing it on the edge of the bathroom counter, Zilla poured a small amount onto the surface, his hands steady despite the hours of drinking and indulging. With practiced precision, he formed a line and bent down, inhaling sharply through his nose. The substance burned slightly, but the discomfort was quickly replaced by an electrifying rush that coursed through his veins. He exhaled slowly, tilting his head back, feeling that familiar wave of euphoria flood his senses.

Every two hours since they had returned from the yacht to Jey and Rhea’s house, he had been sneaking away, indulging in the high. It felt like a release, a temporary reprieve from the chaos inside his mind.

This wasn’t something he did—this was new territory for him. But tonight, after the whirlwind of emotions over the past few days—Jacob’s growing distance, the weight of fatherhood, the constant need to prove himself—he needed this. He needed to feel alive again.

7:30 AM

The party had dwindled down to just Damian and Jon. They were the only ones still awake, sipping on what was left of the alcohol and exchanging stories in low voices. Zilla stood up from his spot on the couch, swaying slightly as he tried to make his way to the guest bedroom. The combination of the alcohol and the drugs in his system made it nearly impossible to walk in a straight line.

Jon and Damian exchanged a quick glance, both realizing Zilla was in no condition to make it on his own. They stood up and caught him just as he bumped into the corner of a table.

“Yo, man, you good?” Damian asked, slipping an arm under Zilla’s to steady him.

Zilla let out a slurred laugh. “Yeah, yeah… just… tired, you know? Long night.”

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, shaking his head as he took Zilla’s other side. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you wreck the place.”

They half-carried, half-guided him to the guest bedroom. Zilla mumbled a few incoherent words of thanks as they helped him onto the bed. He kicked off his jeans with some effort and flopped back onto the mattress, pulling the comforter over himself.

“Thanks, man,” Zilla muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“No problem,” Jon said, patting his shoulder. “Get some rest.”

As they left the room, Zilla turned onto his side, his head swimming from everything in his system. His arm reached out instinctively, pulling Dahlia closer to him. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her body molding against his.

For a brief moment, Zilla closed his eyes and let the warmth of her presence ground him. Despite everything—his mistakes, his choices, the weight of his secrets—this was his safe place.

But as the high began to wear off, a flicker of unease crept into the corners of his mind. He pushed it aside, burying it deep down, and let the exhaustion finally take over.

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3:25 PM

Zilla groaned as he opened his eyes, his head pounding like a drum. The room was dimly lit, but even the soft light made him squint in discomfort. He turned his head to the side, expecting to see Dahlia beside him, but the bed was empty.

Slowly sitting up, Zilla scanned the room. Across the way, the bathroom door was slightly ajar, revealing a scatter of makeup, hair tools, and brushes on the counter. The faint, familiar scent of Bath and Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes lingered in the air, a reminder of Dahlia’s presence.

He sighed, running a hand down his face as the events of the night before replayed in his mind like a blurry montage. The partying, the drinks, the… other substance. Regret gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, but he shoved it aside. He couldn’t afford to dwell on it—not now.

Dragging himself out of bed, Zilla stood on shaky legs, his body protesting every movement. He peeled off his wrinkled T-shirt and boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and made his way to the shower. He turned the knob, letting the water pour down without checking the temperature.

The first spray hit his skin, icy cold, but he didn’t flinch. It wasn’t until the water gradually warmed up that he leaned his head against the cool tiles, letting it cascade over him. He closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

What was Dahlia thinking right now? Had she been up long? Did she leave the room because she needed space, or was she just going about her day?

The water did little to soothe his racing mind, but at least it washed away the remnants of the previous night. Zilla stood there for a while, letting the droplets hit his skin, feeling the weight of his choices sink in.

Finally, he straightened up, running a hand through his wet hair. He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist, he looked at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror.

The man staring back at him looked tired—more tired than he’d ever seen himself. But beneath the exhaustion was something else: determination.

Zilla clenched his jaw. He couldn’t keep spiraling like this. For Dahlia, for the baby, for himself—something had to give. He had to face it all, no matter how difficult it would be.

Drying himself off, Zilla headed back into the bedroom to find some clean clothes. As Zilla pulled a plain black T-shirt over his head, his thoughts drifted to the night before again. The adrenaline rush, the sharp clarity, the fleeting euphoria—it was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t expected. But now, in the stillness of the afternoon, the crash was brutal. His body felt like it had been wrung dry, and his mind was a foggy mix of guilt and rationalization.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and ran a hand over his face. “Cocaine,” he thought bitterly, “just one time to deal with the stress. Just to feel something… to quiet the noise.”

It wasn’t hard to see how it could become a crutch. The high was undeniable—like everything in his world finally aligned, even if only for a few hours. But the aftermath? The hollow ache in his chest, the pounding headache, and the nagging feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Zilla’s hands fidgeted, picking at the edge of the comforter as he tried to reason with himself. “I won’t let it become a problem,” he told himself, his voice firm in his head. “I’m not gonna end up like those dudes on the streets. I’m better than that.”

But even as he thought it, doubt crept in. Was he really? He could already feel the pull—just the thought of another hit to smooth out the jagged edges of his mind was tempting.

Still, he shook his head and forced himself to his feet. “Only when things get bad,” he muttered under his breath, as though saying it aloud would make it true. “Only when I really need it. I can handle it.”

Yet, deep down, a small voice whispered that he was playing with fire. The same fire that burned others to ash before they even realized they were in too deep.

He tried to shake off the thought as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He had bigger things to focus on—Dahlia, the baby, his family. But as he scrolled aimlessly through his notifications, his mind kept wandering back.

Stress events. That’s all it would be for. Just to cope when the world felt too heavy. Just to help him keep it together when everything threatened to fall apart.

Zilla placed his phone back down with a sigh. He could feel the rationalizations piling up in his mind, but for now, he told himself, he was in control. He had to be. For Dahlia. For the baby. For himself.

Zilla’s eyes softened as he heard the door push open and watched Dahlia walk in, her smile lighting up the room. She stepped closer, her presence filling the space, and kissed him gently. As she pulled away, Zilla raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Where were you?”

Dahlia grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Rhea took me to go get my toes done.” She kicked off her sandal, revealing the fresh pedicure. She lifted her foot slightly, showing off the little initials etched into her nails.

Zilla let out a laugh, his smile widening. “Are those my initials?” he asked, amused.

Dahlia shrugged playfully. “So what if they are?”

Zilla leaned forward, pulling her closer, and kissed her again, this time with more urgency. As they pulled apart, he shifted beneath her, pulling her gently on top of him. “Are you hungry?” Dahlia asked, her voice light and teasing.

Zilla stretched slightly, feeling the pull of hunger in his stomach. “Actually, I am.”

Dahlia chuckled. “Jey told Rhea he’s been starving, but she said she’s not falling for that shit because she saw him eat five waffles this morning.”

Zilla rolled his eyes, smiling. “Well, let’s go join them downstairs. See what they want to eat.”

Dahlia nodded in agreement, her lips curving into a soft smile as she watched him slip on his shoes. He grabbed his wallet and stood up, reaching for her hand. Together, they made their way downstairs, the hum of the house around them as they headed to the living room to see what the family was up to.

Rhea, Jey, Liv, and Dom were lounging. The room was filled with casual conversation and laughter, but as soon as Zilla walked in, Jey’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Finally, Sleeping Beauty has risen,” Jey teased, a grin plastered across his face.

Zilla laughed, rolling his eyes. “Chill out, Uce’.”

Dominik, sitting next to Liv, leaned forward with an amused expression. “So, what’s there to eat around here?” he asked, looking at the group.

Rhea turned to Jey, her voice light with a playful edge. “Babe, you wanna take them to that Stamford Diner we went to last week?”

Jey’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh yeah, I’m down for that.”

Zilla, glancing over at Jey, called out, “Yo, where’s Jeyce at?”

Jey looked back, shrugging casually. “Jeyce went over to Demi’s.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Lil Uce’ got himself a girlfriend now?”

Jey’s expression shifted slightly, his grin fading as he shook his head. “Don’t get me started,” he muttered, a slight tone of exasperation in his voice.

Rhea, sitting next to him, leaned in with a chuckle. “He sticks up for her so much, he’s been using my headbutts when he starts fights,” she added, her voice full of amusement.

Zilla looked at Rhea, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh man, that’s a new level of tough love.”

Jey gave an exaggerated sigh. “Tell me about it.”

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The group pulled into the parking lot of the Stamford Diner, their chatter still lively from the car ride over. Zilla and Dahlia walked in behind Jey and Rhea, while Liv and Dom brought up the rear. The diner had a cozy, retro feel, with red leather booths and a faint hum of ‘80s rock playing in the background.

They were quickly seated at a large corner booth. The server, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, handed out menus and took their drink orders.

“I’ll take a Coke,” Jey said first, handing over his menu as he glanced around the table.

“Make mine a root beer,” Rhea added, her hand casually resting on Jey’s arm.

Zilla leaned back against the booth. “Pepsi for me,” he said.

Dahlia smiled up at the server. “I’ll have a lemonade, please.”

Liv and Dom went next, with Liv opting for an iced decaf coffee and Dom ordering a Dr. Pepper. Once the server walked off to grab their drinks, the group began looking over their menus.

“The menu is massive,” Liv said, flipping through the laminated pages. “They’ve got everything from pancakes to burgers.”

“Yeah, but you gotta get their wings,” Jey said, tapping his finger on the menu. “Best in town.”

“Not even a debate,” Rhea chimed in. “I got the buffalo ones last time, and they were insane.”

Dom smirked. “Okay, but what about dessert? Because I see a milkshake section that’s calling my name.”

Zilla glanced at Dahlia. “What about you? Decided yet?”

Dahlia shook her head, her eyes still scanning the options. “Not yet. It all looks good, though.”

“You can’t go wrong with the chicken and waffles here,” Jey added, leaning back as he closed his menu. “Trust me.”

“Damn uce’, you cheating on Waffle House?” Zilla joked.

“I have to… we don’t have none here!” Jey exclaimed.

The server returned with their drinks, setting them down before asking, “Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?”

Everyone exchanged quick glances, and Jey spoke up, “Give us just a couple more minutes.”

Dahlia’s phone buzzed on the table, and she glanced down, smiling at the message from Sabrina: White Chocolate wants to know if we want to go tubing for the Fourth, said he will get us a prettier cabin than last year? She giggled softly, amused by the pet name Sabrina used for her sugar daddy.

She quickly typed back: Idk, can I tube the river when I’m pregnant?

Sabrina replied almost immediately: I already checked with Patel, yesssssss lol.

Zilla noticed the playful grin on Dahlia’s face. “Who’s that, babe?” he asked, leaning slightly toward her.

Dahlia locked her phone and set it down. “It’s just Sabrina. She’s asking me if I want to go tubing for the Fourth of July.”

Before Zilla could respond, Rhea’s curious voice broke through. “I’m sorry, but what’s tubing?”

The table went quiet for a moment as everyone exchanged looks before collectively turning to Zilla and Dahlia—the Texas natives.

Jey smirked and chimed in. “Trinity tried getting us to tube one time, but the weather cancelled it. I still don’t know what the big deal is.”

Zilla chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Tubing’s simple. You just float down the river in an inflatable tube, drink beer, and blast music. Some people go all out and rent cabins or houses near the river to make it a weekend party.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up. “That actually sounds amazing! I wanna try that!”

Jey turned to her, raising a skeptical brow. “Babe, you’re gonna be like a month away from your due date by then.”

Rhea shrugged confidently. “So? I can always ask Dr. Brown.”

Jey sighed but smirked, already knowing where this was going. “Fine, but Dahlia, if you don’t mind, can we tag along? It’d be fun to make a group trip out of it.”

Rhea grinned, jumping in. “Yeah, for sure! I can even look into renting a house by the river. You can invite your friend too, Dahlia!”

Dahlia nodded, excited. “Totally. It’s usually just me and Sabrina anyway, so she’d love a bigger group. She’s also a big Liv and Dom fan.”

Liv perked up at the mention of her name. “It’s like she’s about to live her dream partying with us.”

Dahlia laughed, pulling out her phone. “I’ll text her and see if she’s cool with it.”

Dom, always ready for an adventure, grinned. “After we eat, Rhea, you should start looking up houses with pools.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but smiled. “Picky much? You gotta enjoy the nature too, you know.”

Zilla nodded in agreement, a teasing glint in his eye. “See, now you’re talking! It’s not tubing if you don’t feel like you’re out in the wild.”

The table burst into laughter as their drinks arrived, and the group started diving deeper into planning the perfect Fourth of July getaway.

—

Later that afternoon, Jey and Rhea stood by the drop-off zone, waving as Zilla and Dahlia made their way into the airport. Rhea called out, “Don’t forget to text us when you land!” before the sliding doors closed behind them.

Inside, Dahlia held Zilla’s hand tightly as they navigated the airport crowd. Her mind wandered back to the weekend—the laughter, the late night, and the overwhelming warmth of being surrounded by his family.

As they approached the gate, the announcement rang out overhead: “Flight 1725 to Houston is now boarding.” Zilla turned to Dahlia, his hand giving hers a reassuring squeeze. “So, what’d you think of meeting everyone?”

Dahlia glanced up at him, her lips curling into a small smile. “It was… a lot,” she admitted. “But I loved it. Jey and Rhea are so chill. Joe and Galina were sweet—Galina gave me that whole ‘you better treat him right’ talk.” She laughed lightly. “Liv and Dom are just as wild as they seem on TV, and Trinity’s hilarious.”

Zilla smirked. “That’s my family for you. They’re loud, crazy, but they love hard. And what about Joseph and Almia? Did they scare you off?”

Dahlia shook her head with a soft laugh. “Not at all. Almia was so nice—she kept asking if I needed anything. And Damian and Kayden? I wasn’t expecting them to be so down-to-earth. Honestly, I felt… welcome.”

“That’s ‘cause you are, babe,” Zilla said, his tone softening. “You’re part of this now. They’re your people, too.”

They handed their boarding passes to the agent and made their way onto the plane. Finding their seats, Zilla stored their carry-ons and slid into the window seat. Dahlia settled beside him, her expression thoughtful.

“You know,” she said, glancing at him, “I was nervous about meeting everyone, but they made it so easy. Even with Jacob not being there, I didn’t feel out of place. It was like they just… accepted me.”

Zilla leaned back in his seat, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s because you fit, Dahlia. They see what I see.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she reached over to take his hand. “Thank you for bringing me into your world, Isayah. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

“You’re stuck with me now,” he teased, giving her hand a squeeze.

As the plane taxied toward the runway, Dahlia rested her head on his shoulder, her heart feeling lighter than it had. She wasn’t just building a relationship with Zilla—she was finding a family, a home, and a sense of belonging she never knew she needed.

Zilla and Dahlia stepped off the plane and into the warm Houston air. After collecting their luggage, they made their way to the parking lot where Zilla’s black Camaro was waiting. The sleek car gleamed under the afternoon sun, and Zilla unlocked it with a press of his key fob.

He opened the passenger door for Dahlia before slipping into the driver’s seat. As they pulled out of the airport, Zilla reached over and laced his fingers with hers. The hum of the engine filled the silence between them until Zilla spoke.

“I’m gonna leave the Camaro with you again,” he said casually, his eyes on the road.

Dahlia turned to him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, babe?”

“I want you to keep using it,” he replied, glancing at her briefly. “I’m not here all the time, and I know you are. You can use it to get to work or wherever you need to go.”

Dahlia’s mouth parted in surprise. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, babe,” Zilla said firmly. “I don’t want you bumming rides off Sabrina. You deserve to have something reliable—and something that’s mine, just like you are.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at their joined hands. “Thank you, Isayah. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Just say you’ll take care of it,” he teased, shooting her a grin.

“I will,” she promised, squeezing his hand.

As they approached Sabrina’s apartment, Dahlia couldn’t help but feel a warmth settle in her chest. Zilla’s gesture wasn’t just practical—it was a sign of his trust and commitment to her.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Zilla parked the Camaro in front of Sabrina’s unit. He turned to Dahlia, his expression soft. “I mean it, D. You’re everything to me. If this makes things easier for you, then that’s all I care about.”

Dahlia leaned over and kissed him gently. “You’re too good to me.”

“Just giving my girl what she deserves,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

With that, they got out of the car, grabbing their bags and heading toward Sabrina’s door. Dahlia felt a new sense of security settle over her.

Zilla unlocked the door to Sabrina's apartment, pushing it open and stepping inside. The place was quiet, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the empty space. He glanced around and raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like no one's home," he said, letting the door close behind them.

Dahlia, however, had other plans. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm, and tugged him toward her room at the end of the hall.

"Eager much?" Zilla teased, a sly grin spreading across his face as he followed her lead.

"Before she comes back!" Dahlia whispered sharply, glancing back at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Once inside her room, Dahlia shut the door, locking it for good measure. She turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, and faced Zilla, who leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

"You're really worried about Sabrina walking in?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes!" Dahlia said, her voice hushed but insistent.

"You know how nosy she is. She'll make it her mission to come in here and ruin the moment."

Zilla laughed softly and pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "And what moment are we talking about exactly?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly as he tilted his head.

Dahlia bit her lip and smiled, her hands trailing up his chest. "This one," she whispered before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Zilla chuckled against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "Guess we better make it quick, then," he murmured, his words laced with playful sarcasm.

"Or," Dahlia said, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, "we could lock her out when she gets home."

Zilla's laughter filled the small room as he kissed her again, deeper this time. "You're bad," he muttered, his lips brushing against hers.

"Only for you," she replied with a grin, tugging him toward the bed as they both tried to forget the world outside for just a little while.

—

As Zilla lay peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, Dahlia slipped quietly out of bed. She stretched, throwing on her shirt with the softest of movements, trying not to disturb him. As she tiptoed across the room, she heard the doorbell ring. A package, she assumed—probably one of Sabrina’s countless Amazon orders.

Without thinking too much, Dahlia grabbed Zilla’s boxers from the chair, sliding them on quickly. Just as she pulled them up, she felt something unusual poking at her side. Frowning, she tugged at the waistband, pulling it back to reveal an insert, slightly cut and sewn into the fabric. Her heart skipped a beat as she studied the seam.

What the hell?

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked over at Zilla, still obliviously asleep. Dahlia’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of it. She carefully slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

Once in the living room, she opened the front door, grabbing the package off the porch. She threw it casually onto the couch and hesitated for a second, glancing back toward the hallway.

Her mind wouldn’t stop churning, and her curiosity got the best of her. Turning on the kitchen light, she walked back to the couch, staring down at the boxers.

What had she found?

Dahlia pulled the waistband back again, this time with more urgency. She slid her fingers into the fabric, feeling around, but came up empty. No hidden messages. Just a secret lining.

Frowning, she tried again, her fingers tracing the seams more carefully. She moved slowly, her heart pounding as she searched for something she couldn’t quite place. Something didn’t sit right.

There was something more to this.

Dahlia went back to the room, her mind racing. She quickly slid off the boxers and tossed them back onto the chair where Zilla had thrown them earlier. Her hands were still shaking, but she pulled on her pants, trying to act like everything was normal. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the doorbell ring again.

“Fucking Sabrina, stop ordering from Amazon,” she muttered under her breath, her patience running thin. She walked toward the door, preparing for yet another unnecessary delivery, but as she reached the door, she heard a knock instead.

Dahlia opened the door, only to be met with a surprise—Jacob Fatu, standing there with a serious look on his face.

“Hello,” Dahlia said, her voice hesitant, sensing that something was off.

Jacob barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning her face before he spoke. “Where’s my cousin?”

The directness of his question made Dahlia’s heart skip a beat. There was no friendly greeting, no warmth in his tone.

“He’s sleeping right now,” Dahlia replied, keeping her voice steady despite the unease growing in her chest. “Is there something important?”

Jacob’s face remained impassive as he responded, “A work matter.”

Without another word, he pushed past her and into the house. Dahlia was left standing in the doorway for a moment before following him down the hall, her steps slow but determined.

Jacob reached the door to Zilla’s room and knocked sharply, pushing the door open without waiting for a response. Inside, Zilla groaned from beneath the covers.

“Get your ass up,” Jacob ordered, his tone commanding. “We got work tomorrow.”

Zilla, still groggy, squinted at his cousin. “I don’t have to be at RAW tomorrow,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Jacob’s frustration was palpable. “If you bothered to check your email, yeah, you do. Get your shit and let’s go.”

Dahlia stood just outside the doorway, watching the exchange unfold, but her confusion only grew when Jacob addressed Zilla again.

“Stop playing fucking house,” Jacob said sharply. “Meet me downstairs in the car in five minutes.”

With that, Jacob pushed past Dahlia and left the room without another word. Dahlia remained frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at Zilla, who was still half asleep, and felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

She moved toward the bed, her voice shaky as she asked, “Isayah, what the hell was that?”

Zilla slowly propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes heavy with sleep but confused nonetheless. “I… I don’t know,” he muttered, trying to piece things together. He looked at the door where Jacob had left, then back at Dahlia. “I wasn’t expecting him. He never usually comes by like that.”

Dahlia felt a pit form in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel right.

Zilla hurriedly pulled on his clothes, the sound of fabric rustling filling the quiet room. Dahlia stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her eyes following his every movement. There was a tightness in her chest, the unease that came with the unexpected departure gnawing at her insides.

She spoke before she could stop herself, her voice small but clear. “But I thought we had the week together.”

Zilla’s movements slowed, his hand pausing on his shirt as he turned to face her. His expression softened, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, guilt tugging at his features. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “Come here.”

Dahlia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, the distance between them feeling suddenly wider than it ever had before. Zilla pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if trying to absorb the weight of the moment. He kissed the top of her head, the warmth of his lips a small comfort against the growing ache in her heart.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he murmured, his voice low and gentle, “I’ll be back Saturday morning, okay?” He held her even closer, as though his embrace could make everything better.

Dahlia pressed her cheek into his chest, trying to calm the rising wave of frustration within her. She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with soft but searching eyes. “That’s too long,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The disappointment was evident in the slight tremor of her words.

Zilla’s eyes softened with regret, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know, I know,” he said quietly. “But work calls, babe. You know how it is.” His gaze met hers, holding it for a long moment, as if silently asking her to understand.

Dahlia exhaled, the tightness in her chest refusing to loosen. She wanted to be understanding, to be the supportive girlfriend he needed, but the thought of spending the rest of the week alone felt like a weight pressing down on her. She stood on her tiptoes, closing the distance between them, and kissed him—a kiss that was soft, but held an undercurrent of longing, a plea for him to stay.

When they broke apart, Zilla rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’ll text you, okay?” he promised, his voice barely a whisper.

Dahlia nodded, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to smile. “Okay.” But the word felt hollow in her mouth, the unspoken words hanging between them. She wanted to say more, to make him stay, but she knew that was selfish. Still, it didn’t make it any easier to watch him pull away, to know he was leaving her again.

Zilla kissed her forehead one last time, the gesture lingering as he stepped back, finishing pulling on his shoes. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he added, though his words felt more like a promise he wished he didn’t have to make.

Dahlia watched him, her heart heavy, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that the days apart wouldn’t be as difficult as they seemed. But the lingering feeling of loss, even before he’d left, was hard to ignore.

As Zilla grabbed his bag and headed for the door, he turned back to her, his eyes softening once more. “I adore you,” he said quietly.

Dahlia’s throat tightened, and she forced a smile, her voice shaky as she replied, “I adore you too.”

With one last look, he stepped out the door, leaving Dahlia standing there, the silence of the room filling the space between them. She let out a slow breath, trying to push aside the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fill the next few days without him, but for now, she had no choice but to let him go.

Zilla slammed the door shut as he hopped into the car, the engine roaring to life as Jacob sped off down the street. The rush of air through the open windows did nothing to calm the tension brewing between the two cousins. Jacob’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he navigated the roads with a focused intensity.

“That kid really yours?” Jacob asked, his tone laced with skepticism as he glanced at Zilla.

Zilla let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Yes, I’ve already told you this,” he replied, his voice flat but heavy with the weight of repeated explanations.

Jacob shook his head, his eyes fixed on the road. “Man, I don’t get you,” he muttered under his breath.

Zilla crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, staring out the window. The sound of tires against pavement filled the air as they sped down the highway. “Damn, uce’,” Zilla finally broke the silence. “I’ve already made up with my mom. What more do you want from me?”

Jacob’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing with a sharp edge of concern. “It’s not about that. Don’t you realize that you’re throwing your life away?” His voice cracked with the weight of the question. “You’ve got all the potential in the world, Zilla. And I’m telling you, if you keep going down this path… it’s not going to end well.”

Zilla’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. “Uce’,” he said, his voice growing more pointed. “You had a kid at my age! Why are you pressed on me?” His words cut through the air, the anger in his tone palpable.

Jacob shot him a sharp look, his frustration matching Zilla’s. “Because I’ve seen this before, uce’. I’ve seen where it goes when you’re not focused. And you—” He shook his head, exasperated. “You’ve got too much going on to be messing around like this. You’re letting everything slip through your fingers.”

Zilla clenched his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m not like you, Jacob,” he said, his voice lower but no less heated. “I’m trying to figure things out. I’m not gonna rush into something just because it’s what everyone else expects.”

Jacob’s gaze softened for a moment, his tone shifting, though the concern never left his eyes. “I’m not saying you need to rush, uce’. But you’re throwing yourself into something that doesn’t make sense. You’ve got to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.”

Zilla stayed quiet for a long moment, the weight of Jacob’s words settling in the air between them. He wanted to argue, to push back against the idea that he was making mistakes, but deep down, he knew Jacob had a point. However, he wasn’t ready to face it—not yet. Instead, he stared out the window, lost in thought.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Zilla finally muttered, his voice softer. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

Jacob pulled up to a red light and let the car coast to a stop. The weight of the silence between him and Zilla seemed to press down on both of them, thick and suffocating. Jacob glanced over at Zilla, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. His voice was low but heavy as he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had hung between them.

“Do you even know what you’re gonna miss?” Jacob’s question hung in the air like an accusation. Zilla didn’t respond immediately, the question seeming to catch him off guard. But Jacob didn’t wait for an answer. He continued, his words coming faster now, as though he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You’re not going to be there for the first ultrasound. You’re not going to be there when the baby starts to kick,” Jacob’s voice broke with the weight of his own regret, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “You’re not going to be there for her baby shower. You’re not going to be there when you find out the gender… all those moments. All those things she’s going to experience, and you’re just gonna let it slip away.”

Zilla’s stomach twisted, a knot of guilt beginning to form as Jacob’s words hit harder than he expected. He looked out the window, his mind flashing to Dahlia—her smile, the way she’d looked at him with so much hope when they’d first talked about the baby. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the realization of what he might miss starting to settle in like a weight.

“I’m not missing anything,” Zilla finally said, his voice low but defensive. “I’m doing what I need to do. I’m making money. I’m getting ahead. I’ll make up for the rest.”

Jacob’s laugh was bitter. “You think that’s gonna make up for it? You think that’s gonna make up for not being there when your kid needs you? When Dahlia needs you?” He shook his head, frustration lining his features. “You’re letting it all slip by. You’re letting her slip by. And one day, you’re gonna look back, and you’re gonna regret not being there for her, for that kid.”

Zilla’s throat tightened. He wanted to argue, to push back against Jacob’s accusations, but part of him knew they were true. The thought of missing out on all those first moments, the small milestones that would make up his child’s life, began to eat at him. What if Jacob was right? What if he wasn’t there when his child took their first breath, or when Dahlia looked at him, hoping to see more than just a father in a photograph?

“I… I’m just trying to get ahead,” Zilla muttered, his voice strained. “I don’t want to be behind, you know? I want to provide for them. I want to be able to give them everything.”

Jacob let out a long sigh. “You can’t give them everything if you’re not there. Money doesn’t mean shit if you’re not around for the real stuff. The stuff that makes you a father. The stuff that makes you a man.”

Zilla was quiet, the weight of his cousin’s words sinking deeper. Jacob wasn’t wrong, but Zilla wasn’t sure how to fix it. He wasn’t sure how to balance everything—his career, his responsibilities, and the life he was trying to build with Dahlia.

“You’re gonna have to figure it out, uce’,” Jacob said softly, his voice lacking the bite it had earlier. “But you don’t have much time.”

Zilla nodded, feeling the sting of the truth in Jacob’s words. He didn’t know what to say, or what he could do, but the idea of losing time with Dahlia and the baby wasn’t something he was ready to face.

As the light turned green and Jacob accelerated the car, Zilla sat back, his mind racing with the gravity of what his cousin had just told him.

—

Zilla felt the familiar weight of exhaustion hit him as soon as he stepped off the plane. Salt Lake City, Utah—a new city, another city to add to the list of places he had been. It felt like he was always on the move, always chasing something, but never really getting anywhere. He and Jacob grabbed their bags and piled into an Uber, the car humming along as they made their way to the hotel.

Once they arrived, Jacob was quick to make plans with Joseph, suggesting they hit the gym before their next obligations. Zilla just nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. He wasn’t in the mood for a workout, or small talk. His body ached from the travel, and his head felt heavy. “I just need rest,” he muttered, brushing off his cousin’s suggestion.

Jacob didn’t push. He grabbed his bag and went off to meet Joseph.

Zilla stood in the hotel room, looking around at the sterile white walls, the made bed, the tiny desk where he had placed his things. He felt the familiar gnawing frustration start to rise in his chest. All he could think about was the tension between the life he was living and the life he knew he should be living. Dahlia. The baby. His future.

“Fuck this shit,” Zilla muttered under his breath, grabbing his bag and heading for the bathroom. He turned the shower on full blast, letting the steam fill the room as he tried to clear his mind. He let the hot water pour over him, the heat seeping into his muscles, but it did little to ease the unrest inside. His thoughts kept drifting back to Dahlia, to the baby he wasn’t sure he was ready for, but knew he had to face.

After the shower, Zilla grabbed a fresh set of clothes. He dressed a little nicer than usual, something more refined. His eyes fell on the pair of boxers he had left in his bag, folded neatly, but there was something more hidden in them. His fingers traced the inseam before he made a decisive cut. Inside was a small bag of powder, neatly tucked away. Zilla didn’t hesitate. He pulled it out, stared at it for a moment, before snorting the contents. His mind went blank for a moment, the high settling into his veins.

“Fucking Houston TSA.. don’t know how to tell what a bag of coke looks like..”

The bag was discarded, hidden away in the trash, and Zilla quickly wiped away any trace of the evidence. He didn’t have time for anyone to question him. He needed to keep it together. He grabbed his wallet and keycard, shoving them into his pocket, and left the room without a second thought.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as he walked past the reception desk. He made his way to the bar, his footsteps heavy but deliberate. The dim lighting of the bar was comforting, almost inviting, and Zilla settled into a seat at the counter, ordering a drink without a second thought.

He didn’t know what he was searching for, but he hoped the answer would come eventually. Maybe this was the only way to drown out the constant pressure—the feeling of being stuck in the middle of everything.

Zilla ordered and thanked the bartender. He took a long sip of his Jack and Coke, the warmth of the alcohol settling in his chest as the tension in his muscles started to ease. His eyes scanned the bar, the low buzz of conversation blending with the soft clinking of glasses. He was trying to shut everything out, trying to enjoy the brief peace that came with being away from everything he was avoiding.

That was until he heard the voice.

“Hey, fresh meat.”

Zilla froze for a moment before slowly turning his head. He wasn’t expecting to see her. Cora Jade—her face unmistakable, her presence magnetic. He hadn’t seen her since that night they had danced, the night Jacob had to pull him away from her after things had gotten a little too heated. He remembered the heat of her touch, the way her perfume had lingered in the air. But he wasn’t in the mood for distractions tonight.

“No offense, but I’m not in the mood,” Zilla muttered, keeping his voice low, nursing his drink as he turned back to face the counter.

Cora wasn’t easily deterred, though. She slid into the seat next to him, her presence a little too close for comfort. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, sweet and intoxicating. She smiled, a knowing grin that bordered on mischievous, as she leaned in closer.

“I can be an ear if you want,” she said, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. It had that sultry quality to it, the one that Zilla knew all too well. She wasn’t just offering a friendly ear—she was offering something more, something dangerous, something he wasn’t sure he could resist.

Zilla stiffened slightly, his fingers tightening around his glass. He had to admit, there was something about Jaida that always drew him in. The way she used her voice, her manipulation skills, the way she seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel like he wanted to talk. But he couldn’t let her in—not tonight. Not after everything.

He glanced at her again, his eyes scanning her face, but it was hard to read her intentions. Was this just casual? Or did she have another game to play?

“I don’t need to talk,” Zilla replied, his tone a little sharper this time as he tried to focus on his drink.

Cora smiled, unfazed. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. “You sure about that? You’re not fooling anyone,” she teased, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of his glass. “I know when a guy’s got something on his mind.”

Zilla stared at her for a moment, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. Cora was persistent, and Zilla knew she was good at getting people to open up, even when they didn’t want to. But he wasn’t ready to let her in, not with the mess his life was right now. Not with the thoughts of Dahlia and the baby clouding his mind.

He took another sip, this time with more force, and forced himself to meet her eyes. “I don’t think you’re the one I need to talk to,” he said, his voice firm.

Cora’s grin widened, and Zilla knew she wasn’t going to walk away easily. But for once, he didn’t let her pull him in. He wasn’t in the mood for her games. He just needed a little peace—even if it meant shutting her out.

Zilla let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temples as Cora’s persistence wore him down. He wasn’t sure why he even gave in, but something about the way she kept pushing, her voice low and smooth, made it hard to keep up the wall he’d built around himself.

Cora leaned in a little closer, her eyes never leaving his, as if she could already sense the cracks in his resolve. “I’m just here to listen, Zilla. No judgment. Just… talk. It’s easy. You’ll see.”

“Fine,” Zilla muttered, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it. “But don’t go thinking I’m gonna spill everything. I got enough shit going on already.”

Zilla sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him. It wasn’t like he wanted to unload on her, but the tension in his chest was suffocating, and he knew he couldn’t carry it alone for much longer. Maybe talking about it—just getting it off his chest—might ease the pressure, even if it was just for a moment.

“I got a baby on the way,” Zilla started, his voice low and rough. “And I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I’m not ready for this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be, and I feel like everyone’s waiting for me to get it together, but I can’t even get myself together. There’s always something…”

Cora didn’t interrupt, just sat there, watching him with a calm intensity that made it hard for him to look away. For the first time in a while, Zilla let himself breathe and let the words come out. It was almost like he couldn’t stop once he started.

“My family’s all over the place. Jacob’s been on my ass, making everything feel like it’s a bigger deal than it is. And Dahlia…” Zilla paused, swallowing hard. “I don’t know if I’m doing right by her. I’ve got this kid coming, but I’m still not sure what kind of man I’m supposed to be.”

Cora sat back in her chair, nodding slowly as she let the words settle. She didn’t speak right away, just gave him the space to finish his thoughts. But when she did, her tone was almost soothing, like she was guiding him through the fog.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Cora’s voice was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something comforting in the way she spoke. “You just needed to say it. Sometimes, just putting it out there makes it feel less heavy. You can’t keep everything inside forever, Zilla. It eats at you.”

Zilla frowned, leaning back in his seat as the weight of her words lingered. He wasn’t sure if she was right—if talking about it really made it easier—but for the first time in a while, it felt like a small weight had been lifted. Still, he wasn’t about to let himself get too comfortable with this. Cora was just someone he’d met again tonight, and he couldn’t let himself be fooled by her smooth words.

“What do you mean?” Zilla asked, his voice still low, guarded. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cora gave him a look, one that held a mix of understanding and something else. Maybe sympathy. Maybe something else he couldn’t place.

“I mean exactly what I said,” she replied, her voice almost motherly. “It’s just talking, Zilla. It doesn’t have to be some big dramatic moment. You don’t have to have all the answers. You just have to keep moving, keep breathing. That’s how you get through it. One step at a time.”

Zilla stared at her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and wariness. She didn’t know him, didn’t know everything he was going through, but there was something in the way she talked that made it hard to dismiss her completely.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna fix anything,” Zilla muttered, looking down at his drink, unsure of what to feel.

Cora leaned in slightly, her gaze never leaving him, the intensity back in her eyes. “It won’t fix everything, Zilla. But it might make it easier to figure out what to do next. Talking always helps. Trust me.”

Zilla didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just sat there, feeling the weight of her words sink in, even if he wasn’t ready to fully admit it. He wasn’t sure if talking would help him, but for now, it was the only thing that didn’t feel like a dead end.

She leaned over the bar to order another round of drinks—a tequila sunrise and two shots of Patron, her hands steady even as she swayed just slightly. Her smile was almost predatory, but Zilla didn’t seem to mind. He barely noticed when the alcohol started to creep up on him, making everything blurrier, a little softer around the edges. It felt good, in a way, to let go and just be in the moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” Cora said as she slid the drinks across the counter toward him, the clink of the glass louder in the quiet bar than it should’ve been. She slid a shot toward him and took one herself. “My treat.”

Zilla hesitated for only a second before tossing back the shot. The warm burn of the alcohol slid down his throat, mixing with the hazy, almost numb feeling creeping over him. He wasn’t sure what it was—maybe the tequila, maybe just the weight of everything, but it felt good to drown in it, if only for a while.

Before he knew it, after several drinks and topics that were useless, Cora was leaning in again, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that Zilla had seen before but never really paid attention to. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loneliness gnawing at him, but he didn’t stop her when she smiled and said, “Let’s go up to my room. I’ve got a bottle I’ve been dying to crack open.”

Zilla blinked, his mind swimming in the fog of the alcohol, and before he knew it, he was nodding, following her toward the elevator. He wasn’t thinking clearly, wasn’t questioning what he was doing. The weight of everything was too much, and for just a moment, the idea of losing himself in something—anything—seemed like a way to escape the crushing pressure.

Before he knew it, they walked down the hall to Cora’s room. Zilla felt the walls closing in, the dim light of the hallway creating long, ghostly shadows. Cora opened the door with a keycard, stepping inside with a smirk on her face as she gestured for him to follow.

The room smelled faintly of vanilla and something else—a hint of that familiar perfume he remembered. Zilla sat down on the bed as Cora dug around in her bag. She pulled out a bottle of something expensive-looking and casually cracked it open, pouring them both generous sips before sitting beside him.

She handed him the bottle, her fingers brushing his as he took it. He could feel the alcohol working faster now, his mind fogging, the edges of reality blurring. She took her own sip, not breaking eye contact, her smile widening as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Here,” she said, handing the bottle back to him. “It’ll help you forget. Just relax, Zilla.”

He didn’t respond right away. He took another sip, the liquid burning on its way down. Cora was right. It did help him forget, just for a second. He felt lighter, less… trapped.

They traded the bottle back and forth, each sip taking him deeper into a haze that felt both comforting and dangerous. Every time the bottle passed between them, it felt like he was giving more of himself away, but in that moment, he didn’t care. Everything he was running from was forgotten, slipping through his fingers, fading into the background.

The alcohol was working quickly now. Zilla felt dizzy, the world spinning around him in a way that made his thoughts scatter. Cora’s voice seemed muffled, but her touch was clear, her fingers lingering a little too long as she passed him the bottle again.

His breath was uneven, his chest tight. Something in his gut told him he should stop, should get up and leave, but Cora’s eyes were locked on him, her gaze pulling him in like a magnet. She leaned in closer, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, “It’s just you and me now.”

The words rang in his head, making him feel even more disconnected from everything he was trying to run from. He should’ve stopped, should’ve left the room before things went further, but in that moment, he was caught in the haze. It was easier to stay, easier to let Cora’s presence wash over him.

Zilla shifted on the bed, his vision blurring even more, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t think about Dahlia, about his responsibilities, or the future. He just… existed in this moment.

Cora’s lips pressed against Zilla's with a sudden urgency that pulled him in. The world around him felt like it was falling away, the weight of everything in his life fading into the background.

Her hands slid up to his face, cupping it gently as she deepened the kiss, her touch confident, almost commanding.

Zilla hesitated for just a moment, the fog of alcohol clouding his thoughts, but that hesitation quickly dissipated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this detached, this free. He didn't think about Dahlia, didn't think about the baby or the responsibilities that weighed him down. All he knew in that moment was Cora’s hands on him, her lips, the heat of her body close to his.

She pulled him closer, her fingers threading through his hair, the kiss becoming more demanding, more heated. Zilla's mind was a blur, the alcohol mixing with the pull of desire, the confusion of where he was and who he was with.

The weight of his emotions, of his struggles, seemed to disappear entirely as he kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, instinctively pulling her in even closer.

Cora didn't break the kiss. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing all of his boundaries in a way that made it impossible to think clearly. There was something about the way she moved, the way she took control, that made it hard for him to step back, even if part of him knew he should.

He couldn't walk away now. He could feel the tension, the pull between them, and for once, it felt like the chaos of his life was far away. Everything lately had been a blur of stress and responsibility, but now, with Jaida's kiss still lingering on his lips, it felt like he had finally found an escape, even if it was only temporary.

Cora broke the kiss just long enough to look into his eyes, her breath shallow as she spoke with a sly smile. "You're not walking away from me now, are you?"

Zilla opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something— anything-but all that came out was a breathless exhale. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was as if every part of him was locked into this moment, unable to break free.

"Good," Cora whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw before moving down to his neck. "I thought so."

As the kiss progressed, Zilla opened his eyes and they fell on his phone in the corner of his vision, the soft glow lighting up the dim room. Dahlia’s contact picture flashed across the screen, the pink heart next to her name pulling at him in ways he couldn’t ignore. The image of her kissing his cheek sent a rush of warmth through him, a reminder of everything he had at home, everything he had almost thrown away in that moment.

Without thinking, he shoved Cora off of him, the sudden motion startling her. She stumbled back, confused, trying to catch her balance. Zilla’s pulse raced, not from the heat of the moment, but from the weight of the realization crashing down on him. His mind cleared, his heart settled where it always should’ve been: with Dahlia, the mother of his unborn child.

He didn’t even glance at the phone as it buzzed with Dahlia’s call still coming through. Zilla shook his head, trying to push out the fog of alcohol and temptation. This wasn’t him.

“I ain’t doing this shit,” Zilla said, his voice firm but strained.

Cora tilted her head, clearly taken aback. “You were just fine a minute ago,” she replied, her voice teasing, trying to reel him back in.

Zilla stood up, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusted his clothes, trying to regain control of himself. “Yeah, until I realized where my loyalties are at,” he said, the words feeling heavier than they should. He locked eyes with Cora for a split second before turning away.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Without another word, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and strode toward the door. His heart was already pounding as he walked down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps in the quiet hotel. He had no intention of going back to that room, no matter how loud the temptation tried to call him back.

As he stepped into the elevator, Zilla didn’t look back. He was done. He knew where he needed to be. His mind was set.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime.

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kultklassickiller · 25 days ago

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Turning Tables a novela (1)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter One: After the Fall

The locker room was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Janessa Davis leaned casually against the cold brick wall, watching the fallout unfold like a director surveying their magnum opus. She’d positioned herself just out of their immediate line of sight, tucked in the shadows but close enough to catch every heated word. Her phone was poised to record, though tonight she wasn’t planning to post anything. This was for her, and only her. She knew better than to poke a bear nursing its wounds—but watching? That was fair game.

The Bloodline 2.0’s War Games loss had shaken the entire arena. The crowd’s deafening cheers for the OG Bloodline members still echoed in Janessa’s ears as she lingered backstage, soaking in the bitter aftermath. Solo Sikoa sat in the center of the chaos, a storm cloud personified, while Tama Tonga leaned against a locker, fists clenched, his face a blank slate—which was always more terrifying than when he was openly angry. Jacob Fatu paced like a caged lion, muttering under his breath. Bronson Reed sat in a corner, his broken foot propped up on a bench, the cast glaringly white under the harsh locker room lights. Meanwhile, Tonga Loa sat with his arm cradled in a sling, his torn bicep evident in the grimace he couldn’t quite hide.

“What the hell was that?” Solo’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the tension. “We had it. That was our match. And now? Now we’re a goddamn meme.”

“Ain’t nobody told you to…” Tama started, but his words died in the face of Solo’s withering glare.

“What? What did you say?” Solo stood, towering over Tama. “Go ahead, finish it. You want to say something, Tonga? Say it.”

Tama hesitated, his bravado faltering. “Nothin’, man. Forget it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Solo sat back down, his face a mask of cold fury.

It was a ballet of implosion, and Janessa couldn’t help but smirk. She didn’t pity them. Not after the months of hostility, the snide comments, the veiled threats. To the Bloodline 2.0, she was nothing but an interloper, a nuisance who didn’t belong in their sacred domain. She’d heard it all before—the warnings, the promises that she’d regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But Janessa had never been one to back down from a fight, even one she couldn’t win.

Still, her smirk faltered when her eyes flicked to Tonga Loa. He was unusually quiet, his pain evident in the way he avoided moving too much. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. She had no business feeling sorry for him. Not here. Not now.

“You gettin’ this, reporter?” Jacob’s voice startled her, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows and landing squarely on her.

Janessa’s smirk returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t bother to hide her phone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fatu.”

Tama stopped pacing, turning his full attention to her. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you know that? Always crawling where you’re not wanted.”

“If I’m a cockroach, then what does that make you?” She shot back without missing a beat.

The room fell silent. Even Solo looked up, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

“You think this is funny?” Solo’s voice was low, dangerous.

Janessa shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping into the light. “I think watching the mighty Bloodline fall apart is… fascinating. But funny? Not quite the word I’d use.”

Bronson shifted uncomfortably; his frustration palpable despite his inability to physically confront her. Solo held up a hand, silencing any further movement or words.

“You’ve got guts,” Solo said, rising to his full height. “I’ll give you that. But guts don’t keep you safe, Davis. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just better at it than you think.”

“Watch your back,” Solo said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Because when you least expect it… we’ll be there.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air as she walked away, the weight of their stares burning into her back. But she didn’t falter. She’d been in worse situations—or at least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped into the empty corridor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her pulse quickening at the name on the screen.

Unknown Number

She hesitated before answering. “About time.”

“You shouldn’t have been there tonight.” His voice was low and urgent, but unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You know how this works.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore,” he said. “They’re not just mad, Janessa. They’re out for blood.”

She leaned against the wall, her smirk returning despite the unease creeping into her chest. “Then maybe you should tell your family to chill. Or better yet, stop pretending you don’t have my back.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

Her smile faltered. “Then you’d better decide whose side you’re really on.”

The line went dead, leaving her alone in the dim corridor. For the first time that night, the thrill of the game didn’t feel quite so exhilarating.

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xoxorealitygalore · 11 days ago

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CHILL BABY (2)

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter One

January 2025

Jacob’s grip on Yami’s wrist tightened as he pulled her close, his chest meeting hers with a force that left no room for escape. She was standing right in front of him now, and he didn’t care how many people were around or how this looked; his eyes were locked onto hers, intense, unyielding.

“Now why are you acting like you don’t see me?” he growled, his voice deep, almost predatory. The low tone sent a shiver down Yami’s spine, though she didn’t show it. She loved when he got like this—fierce, demanding, with that edge of authority she could never resist.

Yami tilted her head slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she casually glanced up at him. She knew what she was doing. “I didn’t see you, baby,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, the words coming out slow as she ran her fingers across his chest, letting the touch linger just enough to drive him mad.

Jacob’s jaw clenched. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes now. He was losing that careful control he worked so hard to maintain around her. And Yami? Well, she was just getting started.

She yanked her wrist free from his grasp, slowly and deliberately, letting her fingers slide from his grip. She couldn’t help but enjoy the way he reacted to her every move, the tension in his body mounting with each little gesture.

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he muttered under his breath. “You’re really playing with me, huh?”

Yami smirked wider, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Maybe I am,” she teased, stepping back just a little as she reached into her bag for her phone. “What are you gonna do about it?”

But before Jacob could say anything further, a voice cut through the heated exchange, pulling both of their attention away.

“What y’all got going on?” Joseph, Jacob’s cousin, strolled up casually, his eyes scanning the scene between the two. He looked between Jacob and Yami with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the tension that crackled in the air.

Yami, sensing a slight opportunity to throw Jacob off balance even further, crossed her arms over her chest, the movement accentuating her curves. Her tight-fitting top strained a little, and she knew exactly what that did to Jacob. His eyes flickered down instinctively, his expression betraying a mix of disbelief and possessiveness. She wasn’t shy about enjoying the effect she had on him.

“Girl, put my titties up,” Jacob muttered, his voice gruff, though there was something amused in it. He reached to pull her top up, as if he could somehow tame the small amount of skin that had spilled out. He could feel his frustration growing, though not in the way most people would think—it was more of an amused kind of frustration.

She had a way of messing with him that was... well, impossible to ignore.

Joseph raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by Jacob’s reaction. “Your titties?” he asked, genuinely perplexed by what he had just heard.

Yami laughed, loud and free, clearly finding the situation as amusing as Jacob’s exasperated attempt to play the cool guy. “His titties,” she said, nodding toward Jacob with a wink.

Jacob shot Joseph an exasperated look. “Now, when did this become a thing?” he asked, clearly a little lost in the back-and-forth of it all.

Yami smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Last month,” she said with an air of nonchalance, as if their relationship had always been out in the open.

Joseph blinked, his surprise evident. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been dressing up when you come to work?” he teased Jacob, raising an eyebrow in mock understanding.

Jacob rolled his eyes, but Yami was already enjoying herself too much. She didn’t care who knew. She wasn’t the secretive type. Not when it came to Jacob.

“Man, I ain’t dressing up for nobody,” Jacob muttered, trying to sound unaffected, though there was a hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “Yami just likes to act like she’s got something over me.” He glanced sideways at her, shaking his head in disbelief, but still clearly amused.

Yami looked up at him, her smile playful yet challenging. “Oh, I definitely do,” she said, her voice teasing, and then glanced back at Joseph, who was still grinning at them. “So, yeah, last month we made it official.”

Joseph raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to rub it in. I’m just happy for y’all. Didn’t expect it, though.”

With that, Joseph started walking away, heading toward some filming duties. But Yami wasn’t finished. She pulled out her phone and, without missing a beat, started taking selfies. As she adjusted the angle, she noticed Jacob hovering just beside her.

“Come here,” she ordered, reaching for his arm and pulling him into the shot. Jacob didn’t even try to protest. Instead, he gave her a deadpan look, but there was an undeniable amusement in his eyes. He wasn’t going to fight her on this.

“You know everyone’s going to know about us now, right?” Jacob said, his voice low, but with a hint of a smile. He didn’t really mind it. Deep down, he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Yami shrugged, unbothered. “Okay, and? What’s the problem?” she said, as if the world knowing about them didn’t matter one bit.

Jacob shot her a look, a little amused. “I see you’re not the secretive type.”

Yami’s eyes twinkled, full of mischief. “Nah,” she replied, her voice full of confidence. “I’m a ‘my man, my man’ type, meaning I like to show off what’s mine and keep it moving. If anyone’s got a problem with that, well…” She trailed off, letting the words hang in the air as she looked at him knowingly.

Jacob let out a small, almost amused sigh. He didn’t know how she did it—how she could always make him feel this way. The mix of admiration, slight annoyance, and genuine affection. It was like a heady cocktail, and Yami seemed to always be in control of it.

Just as the moment started to settle, Bianca, Montez, Trinity, and Jonathan walked over. They immediately noticed the chemistry between Yami and Jacob and weren’t shy about commenting on it.

“I thought Sefa was just talking shit, but y’all are really booed up!” Jonathan exclaimed as he walked over, immediately grabbing Jacob in a playful headlock and messing with him.

Jacob rolled his eyes but didn’t fight it. “Man, I’m not hiding anything.”

Jonathan laughed, shaking his head. “Right, sure you’re not. You two look good together though.”

Bianca, looking genuinely happy for the pair, added, “I always thought you two would be cute together.”

Montez was quick to shoot down Bianca’s comment. “No, you didn’t,” he said, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Bianca didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, I did,” she replied, her voice full of mock indignation.

Yami, enjoying the back-and-forth, looked between Bianca and Montez with a playful gleam in her eyes. “We are cute though, right?” she asked, her tone teasing.

Montez chuckled, his arms crossed. “Yeah, y’all are cute. Don’t pretend like you don’t know it,” he said, his voice teasing but warm.

Bianca nodded, adding, “Seriously, you two are practically glowing together.”

Yami turned her attention back to Jacob, leaning into him slightly as she let the praise wash over her. “See? They get it,” she said with a satisfied smile.

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xoxorealitygalore · 14 days ago

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CHILL BABY

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

December 2024

Even now, after years in WWE, that unrelenting attitude was still a defining feature of her persona. It had earned her the reputation of a loose cannon, a reputation that, despite all the progress she’d made, still lingered around her like a shadow.

“I don’t know how to shut up. I don’t know how to stop fighting,” Yami was saying into the microphone, her voice unmistakably confident but tinged with a hint of self-awareness. “I don’t know how to be calm. I’m just classy with attitude. Like, when I got signed to WWE? It was because Mark Henry saw me fighting at a gas station and told me about WWE.”

Her words caused the host to chuckle, but it was Jacob Fatu, the other guest on the podcast, who seemed to pay the most attention. He was leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Yami as she spoke. His usual easygoing demeanor had shifted, and for the first time since he’d joined the podcast, he seemed slightly distracted—distracted by Yami’s raw energy, her unguarded self-expression. In the six months since they had crossed paths, Jacob had developed a subtle admiration for her, but hearing her speak this honestly—about her struggles, her flaws, her ambition—made him admire her all the more.

“But I’m working on it,” Yami continued, the smile on her lips softening as she leaned back slightly in her chair. “I’m in therapy and anger management. I’m getting better. Really. It’s just hard, you know? It’s like I’m constantly fighting myself just to stay calm. But I’m doing it.”

Jacob, who had spent years in the ring wrestling with his own demons, understood exactly what she meant. The road to self-improvement was never easy, especially when your profession demanded a level of aggression that often spilled over into your personal life.

“Therapy, huh?” Jacob said, the gentle smile on his lips betraying the curiosity in his tone. “Sounds like you’re doing the hard work. Not everyone has the courage to face themselves like that.”

Yami shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t have a choice. Life keeps throwing punches. Might as well learn to take them and throw a few back, right?”

The host of the podcast, who had been silently observing the exchange, couldn’t help but notice the shift in Jacob’s demeanor. There was something in the way he was looking at Yami—something that suggested there was more between them than just casual conversation. The host smirked, sensing an underlying tension that hadn’t been there before.

“I mean, it’s kind of impressive, to be honest,” Jacob added, his voice warm with an unspoken fondness. “You’ve come a long way from that fight at the gas station.”

Yami laughed, but the sound was tinged with a sense of nostalgia. “Yeah, that was a moment, huh? I don’t even remember what started it. I just know it was a fight and, well... I tend to go all in when it comes to things like that.”

“You’ve got fire,” Jacob observed, his tone more serious now. “I respect that.”

Yami caught the sincerity in his words and felt something stir within her. The dynamic between them had always been friendly, but now it felt different—charged, almost magnetic. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he was looking at her, or the fact that he understood her in a way most people didn’t, but something about the conversation felt personal in a way it never had before.

“Enough about me, though,” Yami said, abruptly flipping the script. “You’ve been wrestling for years. Everyone knows your family’s legacy. You’ve probably heard that question a million times by now, but... I gotta ask.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone teasing, yet genuinely curious. “I know your cousins on jail TV were your inspiration for becoming a wrestler. But, if you’d never seen them on TV, do you think you would’ve still ended up being a wrestler?”

Jacob was taken aback by the question. He’d expected to talk more about his own journey, his own experiences, but Yami had taken the conversation in a completely different direction. For a moment, he was silent, pondering her words carefully.

“I don’t think so,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. “Maybe I would’ve, but I don’t think I would’ve taken it as seriously as I did. I saw my cousins on TV, and it made me believe it was possible. That it wasn’t just something that happened to other people. It was something I could do, too.”

Yami nodded in understanding, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had always admired how Jacob carried himself—grounded, humble, despite the legacy of his family. But hearing him speak so openly about his inspirations made her see him in a new light. He wasn’t just a product of his famous relatives. He was his own man, with his own dreams and struggles.

“You’re a lot deeper than people think,” Yami said, her voice almost softer now, as if the dynamic between them had shifted again.

Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just a big guy with big shoulders. I try to keep things simple.”

Yami smirked. “Big guy, huh? Yeah, you don’t exactly blend in.”

Jacob laughed, but there was something else in his eyes now—a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Yami, noticing it, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Was it possible? Had the connection between them been growing under the surface without either of them noticing?

The host, sensing the change in the atmosphere, decided to wrap up the interview. “Alright, folks, that’s all we have time for today. Thanks for tuning in to the podcast. Big thanks to Yami Rosnay and Jacob Fatu for joining us today!”

As the host reached over to stop the recording, Yami and Jacob exchanged a brief but meaningful look. Neither of them spoke, but something unspoken passed between them—a realization, perhaps, or the beginning of something new.

“So, lunch?” Jacob asked, his voice low and casual, though his eyes held a hint of something more.

Yami hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

Lunch wasn’t what either of them had expected. What began as a simple, casual meal soon evolved into something deeper. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, they were talking not just about wrestling, but about their lives outside the ring—their dreams, their fears, the moments they didn’t always share with the world.

Yami found herself surprised by how comfortable she felt with Jacob. There was an ease between them, a sense of trust that had developed organically. It was almost as if they had known each other far longer than they actually had.

“I know you don’t exactly talk about your personal life much, but...” Yami trailed off, taking a sip of her drink. “You’ve got a lot going for you. How do you balance it all? Family, wrestling, everything?”

Jacob leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s not easy. Sometimes it feels like everything’s pulling me in different directions. But I try to stay focused. My family is everything to me. And wrestling... well, it’s in my blood. It’s not just a job. It’s a part of who I am.”

Yami studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed slightly as she considered his words. “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid foundation,” she said. “I wish I could say the same.”

Jacob chuckled softly. “We all have our battles. But it’s how we fight them that matters.”

There was a silence between them, a quiet understanding passing through the air. It wasn’t just the shared experiences of being professional wrestlers that bound them together; it was the unspoken connection that had begun to grow over the past few hours.

“Yami,” Jacob said, his voice a little quieter now. “I’m glad we did this. I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect this.”

Yami smiled, the tension that had once filled the air now replaced with something softer, warmer. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did, too.”

As they finished their meal, the subtle flirtation that had existed between them earlier evolved into something deeper. Something neither of them had planned, but something that neither of them could deny.

And as the day came to a close, both Yami and Jacob found themselves wondering if this was the beginning of something far more complicated—and far more meaningful—than either of them had anticipated.

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CHILL BABY MASTERLIST

Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Jacob Parmar Fatu (born March 7, 1992) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand as a member of The Bloodline stable. He is also known for his time in Major League Wrestling (MLW), where he was a one-time MLW National Openweight Champion and a one-time MLW World Heavyweight Champion, holding the record for the longest reign in the latter title's history at 819 days.

Yami Veronique Rosnay (born May 29, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the SmackDown brand.

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Last Updated January 19, 2025

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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.

Word count: 1,206

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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: 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.

Word count: 1,925

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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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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.

Word count: 2,043

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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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CHILL BABY (4)

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Three

Dali Rosnay, age 52, Yami’s mom, 🇼🇸 🇵🇭

It was just another quiet lunch in the bustling city, the kind of afternoon where time seemed to stretch lazily, and people sought comfort in good food and conversation.

Jacob had taken Yami to one of her favorite restaurants, a cozy spot known for its unique blend of local and international cuisines. The atmosphere was warm, with soft R&B playing in the background and the occasional clink of glassware mingling with the murmurs of conversation. They had just been seated when Yami’s sharp eyes caught something—someone, rather—that made her freeze mid-sentence.

“Oh shoot, that’s my mom,” Yami said, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes as she gestured subtly toward a table across the room.

Jacob followed her gaze and saw a woman in her early fifties, elegantly dressed, laughing with a group of friends. Yami’s mother, Dali, had an immediately noticeable presence, with her bright smile and vibrant energy. Jacob glanced at her, sensing her internal conflict. She didn’t want to be noticed, but there was no hiding from Dali—Yami’s mother knew her child better than anyone else.

Before Yami could make a move, Dali's eyes locked onto her. In an instant, she excused herself from her group of friends and made her way over, her heels clicking decisively against the floor. Yami slouched slightly, clearly wishing she could sink into the chair and disappear, but Dali was already upon them.

"Yami, beauty!" Dali exclaimed, her voice full of warmth and unmistakable affection. She embraced her daughter, then turned her attention to Jacob, her gaze appraising but welcoming. "And this must be the young man you’ve been telling me about."

Jacob stood, offering a polite smile. “Hello, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dali’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Please, call me Dali. 'Ma'am' makes me feel old, and I’m only 52, you know.” She winked, clearly proud of her youthful appearance.

Jacob, taken slightly aback, laughed. “52? Wow, you look way younger than your age,” he said with genuine admiration.

Dali grinned. “I had Yami at 21, so my youth is still intact,” she said, tossing a playful glance at her daughter.

Yami rolled her eyes, exasperated but fond. “Okay, Mom, we get it.”

Jacob couldn’t help but smile. Something was refreshing about Dali’s confidence and the obvious bond between mother and daughter. Dali took a seat across from them, uninvited but feeling comfortable. She wasn’t the type to wait for permission.

"So," Dali began, turning to Jacob with a new glint in her eye, "how many children do you have? Yami didn't mention that."

Jacob blinked. “I… I have seven.”

Dali’s eyebrows shot up. “Seven? Wow, aren’t you fertile?” She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Well, at least we know you and Yami will be fruitful." She gave Yami a look that seemed to say, this is the man you’re with?

Yami’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Mom, seriously?"

Dali didn’t skip a beat, her curiosity was piqued. "You do know my daughter wants four children, right?" she asked, turning back to Jacob.

Jacob nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, ma’am… Dali,” he corrected himself, realizing she preferred a more casual approach. “I do.”

Dali’s expression softened, and she smiled again. “Good. She’ll make a good mother one day. I hope you know that. I’ve always known that.”

Yami glanced between them, slightly uncomfortable but secretly enjoying the way her mother was weaving this conversation. Dali wasn’t one to hold back, and it seemed Jacob was just as willing to play along.

“So, Jacob," Dali continued, "tell me more about your family. I hear you’re Samoan.”

Jacob smiled at the phrasing. "I’m originally from Sacramento," he said. "I still live out there. My parents are both Samoan. I have a brother named Journey and twin siblings named Marley and Myracle."

Dali nodded, impressed. “Samoan, that explains a lot. You’ve got the look, yes.” She turned her attention to Yami. “See, darling, I told you you'd end up with a Samoan. I mean, with your roots in Mauritius, Samoa, and the Philippines, you’ve always had an eye for multiplicity, haven’t you?”

Yami smiled, the warmth in her mother’s words unmistakable. “Yeah, well, you’ve always been the one to remind me of that,” Yami teased.

Jacob, still absorbing the new layer of Yami’s background, looked at her with a renewed sense of understanding. “So, what’s it like growing up with such a mix of cultures?”

Yami looked thoughtful for a moment. “It’s complicated, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. My mother always made sure we stayed connected to our roots. I’ve always been proud of my heritage—Mauritian, Samoan, Filipino. It’s who I am, and it influences everything I do. The foods, the music, the way we see the world. It’s all in there.”

Dali smiled proudly, reaching out to pat Yami’s hand. “She’s always been strong-willed,” Dali said, as if reading Jacob’s mind. “When she was a teenager, she was known for her fiery spirit and independence. And her skills… let’s just say she wasn’t your typical girly girl. Yami always preferred sports, martial arts, and—well, the occasional street fight.”

Yami groaned. “Mom, please don’t tell him that,” she said, covering her face in embarrassment.

Jacob couldn’t help but chuckle. “Street fights? I thought you were playing about fighting a lot. Seriously?”

Dali shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “She could handle herself. Of course, I was always worried, but she had a fierce streak. And now, look at her—she’s a wrestler. Nothing’s changed.”

Yami groaned again but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Her mother had a way of telling her story that made even the most embarrassing moments sound like badges of honor.

“Well, I’m glad she’s a bit more…restrained now,” Jacob said with a wink toward Yami.

Yami shot him a playful glare. “Yeah, I’ve calmed down a lot,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

After a few more rounds of teasing and stories about Yami’s childhood, Dali seemed satisfied, her curiosity about Jacob’s life and intentions more or less sated. She stood up, giving her daughter a quick hug before addressing Jacob.

“You seem like a good man,” Dali said, her tone warm. “Take care of my girl.”

Jacob nodded, his smile sincere. “I will, ma’am. I mean, Dali.”

With that, Dali left them to themselves, returning to her friends who were waiting for her.

“She’s lovely,” Jacob said, still smiling at the exchange.

Yami let out a soft chuckle, her mood lightened by the interaction. “She can be too much at times, but she means well. She’s always looking out for me, even when I don’t need it.”

They turned their attention back to their meal as the waiter brought their food. Yami’s eyes lit up as the steak was placed in front of her, and she eagerly cut into it, savoring the perfectly cooked medium-rare piece. Jacob, who had ordered BBQ ribs, watched with quiet amusement as Yami devoured her food with enthusiasm.

“Stop staring at me eat and eat your food,” Yami teased, her mouth full but still managing to comment sound playful.

Jacob laughed, his admiration for her growing. “I just love watching you eat. You make it look so good.”

Yami smirked. “Well, now that’s just flattering. You should try your ribs.”

Jacob eagerly dug into his meal, and they continued chatting, switching topics from food to more personal matters. Jacob asked Yami about her upbringing, and she spoke more about the impact of her diverse cultural heritage. It was clear to him how deeply family and culture shaped Yami’s personality, and he admired her ability to balance it all with the strength and confidence she exuded in everything she did.

The next day, Jacob surprised Yami with a horseback riding outing, after learning from Dali that it was one of her passions. Jacob smiled as he watched Yami’s excitement as she climbed onto a horse, looking so natural and at ease with the animal. She beamed as they trotted along the trail, the wind tousling her hair.

“Would you consider buying a ranch?” Jacob asked, still marveling at how comfortable she looked on horseback.

Yami nodded. “Yeah, maybe. I’m thinking of having four or six horses to start.”

As they rode, Yami pulled out her phone and began filming, capturing the moment to share with her followers. “Is it okay if I post this on my Instagram story?” she asked, glancing at Jacob.

“Of course,” Jacob said with a smile. “Go ahead.”

Within hours, the video had made its way across the internet, and rumors about their relationship began circulating on X. People were quick to give them a ship name: Jamib. Yami laughed when she saw it.

“Oh my gosh, why are they already giving us a ship name?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

Jacob leaned in, amused. “What’s our ship name?”

“Jamib,” she replied with a grin, shrugging.

“Guess we’re stuck with it now,” Jacob chuckled, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

He was happy that they were going public with their relationship. Maybe it was the beginning of something even more meaningful than either of them could have anticipated.

The afternoon sun hung low over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the ranch as Jacob and Yami walked alongside the horses. They’d spent the better part of the day riding through the open trails, enjoying the quiet, the fresh air, and each other’s company.

Yami had always been drawn to the serenity of horseback riding—it gave her a sense of freedom that nothing else could. Today was no different. She felt at ease, her usual fierce energy replaced by a rare sense of peace.

Jacob, noticing the subtle change in her demeanor, smiled. He’d always admired how dynamic Yami was—able to switch between intense focus and effortless calmness with little more than a change in environment. He was beginning to see the depth of the woman who stood before him, both in her quiet moments and her boldest.

"You know, I’ve always loved this," Yami said, looking out across the vast, open fields. The horses trotted along at a steady pace, their hooves rhythmically beating against the earth. “When I was younger, it was one of the few things that calmed me down. The connection with the animals, the nature… It’s like everything else fades away.”

Jacob glanced at her, impressed. "It’s nice to see you like this. You’re so different from the Yami I saw beating up Crystal."

Yami smiled, the words sinking in. "Yeah, that’s the thing. People see me in the ring or out in the world, and they think that’s all there is to me. But there’s more, you know? I’m not just this... wrestler, fighter, or whatever people expect. I’m more than that."

He nodded, acknowledging her depth, but there was something in his voice when he replied, “I know. I can tell."

Yami glanced over at him, eyes slightly narrowing in playful suspicion. "You sure about that? I can be a handful, you know."

Jacob laughed, shaking his head. "I’m beginning to think I might be the handful, not you."

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” She adjusted her grip on the reins as the horse trotted, her gaze shifting between the path ahead and Jacob.

“You know, I’ve never really had someone who got me like you do,” she admitted, her eyes not meeting his. "Not really. Not in the way you do. My mom, sure, but even then, it’s different. She sees me as... I don't know, the person she raised. She’s always worried about me."

Jacob’s smile softened. “I think every mother worries about her daughter. It’s natural.”

Yami nodded, but she looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the reins, as if choosing her words carefully. "I know. But sometimes it feels like she wants to keep me in this... box. The 'daughter' box, the 'little girl' box. And no matter how many times I prove that I’m not that girl anymore, she still holds on to that image."

Jacob listened, leaning in slightly, his voice gentle. “It’s hard when people see you one way and refuse to see the person you’ve become. But you’re not just what they think of you. You’re so much more."

Yami let out a quiet sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re probably right. It’s just... hard to let go of what people expect of you, you know?”

“I get it,” Jacob said. “I know what it’s like to carry expectations—people wanting you to be something, someone you’re not. But I think you’re finding your way now, and that’s all that matters.”

Yami looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a newfound softness. “Yeah... I think I am.”

As the afternoon wore on, their conversation shifted from deep introspection to lighter, more playful banter. The horses slowed to a stop as they reached the base of a large hill, the view expanding before them. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of purple, orange, and pink, a breathtaking canvas that seemed to mirror the unspoken connection growing between them.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jacob said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

Yami raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him. “What’s that?”

“If you had your ranch, what would it look like? What would you do there?”

Yami thought for a moment, her lips pursing as she looked off into the distance. “I’d have a few horses, like I said. Maybe four or six, max. I want a place that’s quiet, and peaceful. I’d have a garden, too. Something where I could grow things, and get my hands dirty. It’s the kind of life I’d like, I think. Not fancy, but real.”

Jacob smiled, clearly charmed by her vision. “Sounds like a place where you could find yourself. What about the people in your life? Your family? Would they visit?”

Yami’s face softened at the thought. “Of course. Mom would be there, for sure. She’d probably try to take over the garden or something, tell me how to run the place. But it’d be nice, you know? I like the idea of having everyone together.”

Jacob nodded. “Sounds perfect.”

They both turned their attention back to the horses, and Jacob could sense the weight of the conversation beginning to ease. It wasn’t that Yami was closed off; far from it. But there was a guardedness she carried, one that he was slowly but surely getting past. He had a feeling that with time, and maybe more moments like this, Yami would let him in more.

“Hey, we should head back soon,” Yami said, breaking the silence once more.

Jacob chuckled. “Yeah, probably. Let’s head back, then.”

As they turned their horses around and began riding back towards the stable, Yami pulled out her phone to check her social media, her face lighting up at the notifications. Jacob watched her out of the corner of his eye as she laughed at something on her screen.

“Guess we’re trending,” she said, showing him her phone with a smirk.

Jacob leaned over to glance at the screen. Countless comments were speculating about their relationship, many wondering if they were a couple or just friends. Their ship name Jamib was everywhere, and people were already excited about the possibility of them being an official couple.

"Wow," Jacob said, shaking his head with a grin. "They’re fast, aren’t they?"

Yami laughed, a sound that felt like music to his ears. “Tell me about it. But I guess it’s official now. No turning back.”

Jacob met her eyes with a smile, his heart swelling in his chest. “I don’t mind. I think Jamib sounds good.”

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You do, do you?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low but filled with meaning. “I do. And I’m happy to go public with this—with you.”

Yami’s heart fluttered unexpectedly, but she kept her cool. As they rode back to the ranch together, the laughter and the warmth between them felt effortless, as though something had shifted between them in a subtle, but profound way.

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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.

Word count: 1,313

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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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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,

Word count: 4,054

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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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Epilogue!

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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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CHILL BABY (3)

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Two

The evening was unfolding with a certain effortless elegance as the makeup product release party continued to draw in a mix of beauty industry insiders, influencers, and celebrities.

Held in a luxurious penthouse space, the atmosphere was a vibrant mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the thumping bass of upbeat music that filled the room. Yami, dressed in a sleek metallic silver dress that shimmered in the soft lighting, stood near one of the long white tables filled with beautifully arranged makeup products—eyeshadows, lipsticks, highlighters, all in an array of striking hues. She was the center of attention without even trying.

Her presence at the event was a reflection of where her career had been heading: upward. Aside from being a top WWE wrestler. She was also a well-known personality in the beauty world, Yami had become one of the go-to influencers in the scene, effortlessly blending beauty with business. Her red lips and sharply defined eyes made her look both fashionable and fierce.

Beside her stood Jacob, her boyfriend. Although he wasn’t as immersed in the beauty world as she was, his calm demeanor and steady presence provided a balance that made Yami feel more grounded. He wore a black blazer and a crisp white shirt, looking good but slightly out of place in the glossy, influencer-heavy crowd. His eyes were constantly darting toward Yami, checking in on her while also trying to engage in conversations with others.

Her friends, including Jacob’s cousins—Zilla, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s wife, Trinity—had also arrived. They had all been invited by Jacob, who knew they’d enjoy the event, especially Trinity, whose passion for makeup was well-known. Trinity, a beauty enthusiast, was completely in her element, admiring the new product launches with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. She had also brought along Pamela, Bianca, and Montez, making the party feel even more lively.

The vibe was light and carefree. People laughed, exchanged stories, and took selfies with the display products, posing for pictures that would surely flood their social media feeds later. The night was meant to be about celebrating beauty, connecting with others in the industry, and simply having a good time. But there was an undercurrent of tension running just below the surface for Yami. She had been trying to enjoy herself, but something was nagging at her, a feeling that something was about to shift.

It was then that Erica, an old mutual friend, approached. Erica was known for her energy and her ability to stir up gossip, but tonight, there was something different in her demeanor. She walked toward Yami, her expression tight, her usual bubbly nature replaced with something more cautious.

"Yami," Erica said quietly, as she drew near, "We need to talk."

Yami’s stomach tightened. She had no idea what was coming, but the seriousness in Erica’s tone immediately piqued her concern. "What is it?" Yami asked, her voice already laced with curiosity and growing unease.

Erica hesitated for a moment, looking over her shoulder as though checking for anyone who might overhear. The air between them felt charged as she finally spoke, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "I saw Crystal earlier. Apparently, she has been talking to your ex-manager. The one who stole from you—the one you’ve been battling in court for months. She actually brought him here with her."

Yami’s breath caught in her chest. Her ex-manager, a man who had once been a close ally, had been one of the darkest parts of her career. He’d stolen a significant amount of money from her, money that was meant for a major project, and the fallout had been brutal—both emotionally and financially. Yami had been fighting a legal battle for months, trying to get back what was rightfully hers. The thought of Crystal, a longtime friend, meeting with this man made Yami’s stomach churn.

"Crystal? Crystal was with him?" Yami asked, her voice edged with disbelief.

Erica nodded, her face set in an expression of discomfort. "Yeah, I saw them talking over by the bar. When I asked her about it, she acted like it was no big deal. Didn’t even seem fazed. She didn’t seem to care that he screwed you over."

The sting of betrayal hit hard, and Yami’s blood began to simmer. Crystal, someone she had trusted, someone she had considered a friend, meeting with the very man who had caused her so much pain? It felt like a slap in the face.

Without saying another word, Yami’s gaze shifted across the room to where Crystal was standing with a group of people, laughing and chatting. Yami’s pulse quickened. The calm veneer she had been holding onto was beginning to crack, and an unfamiliar sense of urgency swept over her. She had to confront this. It couldn’t wait.

“I need to talk to her,” Yami said, her voice flat, and controlled, but there was no mistaking the fury beneath.

Erica nodded quickly, stepping back. "Just... be careful, Yami. She didn’t seem to care much when I spoke to her."

But Yami wasn’t listening anymore. Her focus was locked on Crystal, and nothing was going to stop her from finding out why. The closer she got to the bar, the more her anger built, and the tighter her grip on her emotions became. She was walking into a conversation that could either mend a friendship or end it forever.

When she finally reached Crystal, she wasn’t ready for the placid expression that greeted her. Crystal, her eyes wide with surprise, gave a forced smile. "Yami!" she said, her voice casual, but there was something nervous lurking behind her eyes. "Hey!"

Yami couldn’t help the sharpness in her voice. "I need to ask you something," she said, cutting straight to the point.

Crystal raised an eyebrow, sensing that this wasn’t just a casual question. "What’s up?"

Yami’s words came out like a controlled storm. "Why didn’t you tell me you met up with my ex-manager? You know, the one who stole from me. The one I’m in a legal battle with. Why didn’t you say anything?"

Crystal blinked in surprise, her eyes flicking to the side for a moment. She seemed genuinely confused. "What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re trying to say," she responded, her voice laced with incredulity. "Nothing happened, Yami. It was just a meeting."

Yami’s blood ran cold. "A meeting? With the man who stole from me? You didn’t think I should know about that? After everything that’s happened?" Her voice was beginning to rise, the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You didn’t think I’d care?"

Crystal’s posture stiffened. She glanced around, trying to gauge the situation, but Yami wasn’t backing down. The room seemed to fade into the background as their conversation became a battleground.

"Look, it wasn’t a big deal," Crystal said, her voice defensive now. "I didn’t think it was anything I needed to tell you about. He didn’t do anything to me. It’s not like we’re best friends now, okay?"

Yami’s eyes narrowed. The casualness with which Crystal dismissed the meeting—her lack of concern for how Yami might feel—was enough to set Yami’s nerves alight. "You think I wouldn’t care? You think it’s no big deal that you’re hanging out with the man who nearly ruined my career?" Yami’s voice grew louder, now fully on edge. "You didn’t even think to mention it to me?"

Crystal scoffed, her arms folding across her chest. "Why should I? You’re always acting like everything’s about you, Yami. Maybe you’re the one with the problem. You’re the one who can’t move on from the past."

Yami felt a chill run through her. The words hit harder than anything Crystal had said before. "That’s a fake-ass move, Crystal. Don’t act like you didn’t know this would hurt me. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Crystal’s face twisted with a sneer. "I’m not the one who can’t let go. Maybe it’s time you stopped playing the victim."

Yami’s heart pounded in her chest. The betrayal was so raw, that it burned. The words seemed to swirl around her, pushing her to the edge. She didn’t even think twice before she raised her hand and slapped Crystal across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed in the air, loud and unforgiving. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as Crystal staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief. But before Yami could even register what had happened, Crystal lunged at her, hands flying toward her hair.

The tension in the air snapped.

Yami wasn’t one to back down. She sidestepped Crystal’s attack, shoving her away with a swift, practiced motion. But before the confrontation could settle, Eliza, Crystal’s sister, came charging in, her fists swinging toward Yami. Now, Yami was facing two opponents.

Jacob and Zilla rushed to intervene, but the chaos of the moment was too much to contain. Yami’s anger was pure and unfiltered, and she fought back with everything she had, using all her strength and speed. Crystal and Eliza struggled to land a blow on her, but Yami’s reflexes were sharp. Within moments, she had thrown both of them to the ground, her fists landing with precision as she dealt with them swiftly.

Breathing heavily, Yami stood over them, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Her chest rose and fell with the force of her anger, but there was an odd sense of clarity in the aftermath. She turned and walked away, her eyes scanning the crowd before she made her exit from the confrontation.

Jacob and Zilla reached her, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and concern.

"So this is what they were talking about when they said you got a bad temper?" Zilla asked, his voice a mix of amusement and astonishment.

Yami shrugged, her composure returning. "I wasn’t trying to start anything," she said coolly. "But I wasn’t going to let her disrespect me like that."

Bianca, who had watched the entire altercation from a distance, walked over crossed her arms, and shook her head. "Girl, I thought you were working on your anger," she said with a grin.

Yami gave a small, wry smile. "I am," she said. "But sometimes, people just need to be put in their place."

“Yami, go get a refund because whatever you learned from anger management ain’t working for you,” Montez said, shaking his head.

Pamela, still wide-eyed from the chaos, leaned in closer to Yami, her voice low and incredulous. "Girl, you really went off. I thought for sure one of them was gonna pull out a knife or something."

Yami chuckled dryly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her heart still pounding. "I wish one of them bitches would pull out a knife on me," she said nonchalantly.

Jacob, who had stood at a distance during the entire altercation, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, finally stepped forward. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Yami’s arm, his voice softer but still laced with some concern. "You’re alright?" he asked, his brown eyes searching her face for any sign of distress.

Yami gave him a small nod, though her thoughts were still swirling. "I’m fine," she said, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "It’s just… been a lot lately." She glanced back over her shoulder toward Crystal and Eliza, who were now being helped up by a couple of partygoers, their faces still flushed with the aftermath of the fight. The two women glared at Yami, but she didn’t let it phase her. Let them stare. Let them seethe. It was over.

"And I’m done with it," she added, her voice growing steadier, more resolute. "Done with all the fakeness, the lies, the betrayals. It’s exhausting."

Trinity clicked her tongue, the corner of her lips curling up in a smile. "I don’t blame you. You did what you had to do, but girl—"

"Yeah, you definitely did what you had to do," Bianca interrupted, cutting Trinity off. "But you’re really gonna tell me you’re working on your anger? After that?" Bianca raised her brows, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

Yami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "I am, Bianca. It just, you know, doesn’t always work when people push you to the edge."

Zilla snorted, his voice low and playful. "Yeah, Yami, I think someone just learned a valuable lesson about not pushing you too far. But seriously, don’t let them think they can walk all over you, okay? You handled it."

"I handled it," Yami repeated, nodding with more conviction than she felt. "But it’s not just about them. It’s about me." She paused, the weight of the night sinking in. "I’ve been dealing with this legal stuff with my ex-manager, and then Crystal goes and makes it worse by acting like nothing’s wrong. Like it doesn’t matter. It matters, and I won’t let people treat me like I don’t matter."

Her voice softened toward the end, but there was still fire in it, a fierce determination that had always been part of her DNA. Yami had learned long ago that her kindness had limits. When people crossed those lines, she wasn’t afraid to defend herself.

Jacob squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You’re right," he said, his tone supportive.

Yami smiled, wiping her palms down the front of her dress as if trying to shake off the aftereffects of the chaos.

Jonathan, still processing the event, let out a low whistle. "Well, this is one hell of a party story. I mean, who gets into a fight at a makeup launch?"

Yami snorted. "Apparently me. I’m the drama now." She was almost laughing at the absurdity of it all, but the weight of the situation still lingered beneath the humor. Her confrontation with Crystal had pulled her out of a fun night and into an emotional battle that wasn’t just about physical fights—it was about her trust, her boundaries, and her past.

The party, once so full of carefree laughter and mingling, had a shadow now. Yami could feel the eyes of others on her—some sympathetic, others whispering behind their hands. It wasn’t that she cared what they thought; it was just the reality of being in a space where everyone was so quick to judge, so quick to comment. She was used to being under a microscope, but sometimes, the constant attention weighed on her.

Jacob leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, a small, reassuring gesture. "You good now?" he asked again, his voice low and comforting.

Yami closed her eyes for a second, savoring the closeness of the moment. "I’m good," she said, her voice quieter this time, the rawness in it now giving way to calm. She was tired, exhausted even, but the clarity she had felt earlier, the sharpness of knowing exactly where she stood, remained.

As the night wore on, the party shifted back into its original rhythm, people finding new conversations and new distractions, but the earlier tension remained in the air. Yami wasn’t sure where things stood with Crystal anymore, but one thing was clear: Yami was not someone to be messed with.

"Let’s get out of here," Yami said, her voice firm as she turned toward her friends. "I’ve had enough of this."

Trinity and Bianca exchanged a look, but they nodded, ready to follow her lead. Jacob, ever the calm presence, wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they made their way toward the exit.

Yami glanced back one last time at the crowd, her eyes scanning for any sign of Crystal or anyone else who might try to stir things up. There was a part of her that wondered if this was the end of her friendship with Crystal, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

The elevator ride down felt oddly peaceful, the soft hum of the building’s machinery a far cry from the chaos of moments before. Jacob pressed a kiss to her temple, a small, unspoken promise of support.

"You good?" he asked again, this time with a little more tenderness.

Yami gave him a soft smile, resting her head against his shoulder. "Yeah," she said, her voice steady now. "I’m good. I just needed to make sure I was still me."

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